Chapter seven: Family
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They finally wheeled Tracy back into the room and the nurse smiled at Michael, “the operation was a success, but we had to give her a hysterectomy, it seems to have removed all trace of the cancer, and she will be unconscious for the rest of the night, you should go home and get some rest.”
Michael refused to leave her side, and they gave up trying to make him leave. He didn't sleep or eat, he needed to be on guard, wanted to kill, she was the only thing holding him back from going on a murderous rampage, she needed him and he needed her.
Tracy woke up the next morning and smiled as she saw Michael asleep in the chair. His hood was up, and it was clear exhaustion had overtaken him. “Micheal?” She whispered.
He snapped his eyes open and rushed over to her. Grabbing her face between his hands gently, he kissed her all over making her giggle, “yes Michael, it's your Tracy, I'm ok.”
Two weeks later while she recovered in the hospital a doctor came in with her results, “good morning Tracy, we've run some tests and along with the scans it looks like you’re completely cancer free, you are now in remission.”
Michael was ecstatic and when he took her home, he carried her from the car and up to her bedroom laying her down.
Tracy was touched by how much Michael had taken care of her, he'd nursed her back to health and had been there every step of the way when her own father hadn't even replied to her letter telling him she was ill.
Tracy could never know, but Michael was going to pay a visit to her father. It had enraged him when he'd seen her cry because her father hadn't visited and so, once she was better, he left her for a few hours. With enough information from what she had told him he soon found her father’s house.
With one hard jerk, he had the front door open and stepped inside. Rage and disgust overtook him when he saw her pathetic excuse of a father slouched in a torn and stained green sofa with a can in his hands and whiskey bottles strewn around, while the man watched p.orn.
Finally he noticed Michael’s presence and laughed, “you trying to look like that crazy f.ucker Myers? Well I ain't scared so f***k off!” He slurred and took another swig of his beer.
Michael noticed on the mantelpiece a crumpled up picture of what was clearly Tracy at about six years old, she looked deathly pale and scared, it broke his heart, he had never murdered or hurt a child, and it made him sick to think of what this man must have done to her. Her father noticed him looking, “that's my daughter, you wanna f***k her? You better hurry up as she won't be here much longer!” He cackled and took another sip.
Michael was beyond enraged and without wasting any more time he stalked over and cut the hand that had been holding the can clean off. The father screamed but Michael was already chopping his other hand off and then stabbed him in the crotch, a smile on his face under the mask as this thing slowly bled to death.
Tracy was in the middle of doing the laundry when she heard her Michael come in. “Where have you been?” She sighed, realizing he wouldn’t answer, she inwardly grumbled about it, but smiled when he came up behind her nuzzling his masked face against her neck, and wrapping his arms around her waist.
They stayed there like that for a while, why she listened to their song, a song that would always remind her of him...
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, c.rack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
A couple of days later Tracy received news that her father had been murdered, she didn't cry, didn't care, maybe she should, but she didn’t, at least he couldn't hurt anyone any more she thought, she knew who'd done it, had found the picture of herself as a child in his pocket, but she didn't say anything.
Thinking of children, her heart clenched again, Michael came into the kitchen and looked at her questioningly, he always knew when something was up. “I just, I would have liked to have had children one day.” Before she could even put a reaction with those words, Michael slammed a piece of paper down on the table. Looking at it, she slowly smiled and then grinned, “you want to adopt? Why didn't I think of that!” She jumped into his arms and kissed him hard. It was the next closest thing, the child wouldn’t be biologically theirs, but it would be theirs nonetheless.
When the social worker came, Michael dressed normally. When she looked at both their scars, Tracy explained, “we want to adopt a child so that we can give him or her what we never had as children...love.”
It took months, but they were finally given approval and Tracy had been ecstatic when they'd picked their little girl Isabelle, only two months old, Michael had taken to her right away and had been the first to choose her.”
She watched with happiness and surprise when she saw what a natural Micheal was, he helped with feeds and loved to play with their daughter, she watched as he put Isabelle to bed, kissing her all over her face before finally joining Tracy.
They made slow and tender love, and she fell asleep happily in his arms.
She jumped awake in the middle of the night to the sound of voices down the stairs and rummaging.
Fear overtook her when she heard them come up the stairs and head for their daughter’s room.
“Michael!” She hissed. Michael shot up and out of bed without hearing her explanation, his mask, and overalls on and his knife in his hand.
Stalking to his daughter’s room, he saw them stuffing all her belongings into bags, “hey, should we take the baby too? I heard sickos pay loads for that!” One of them hissed.
When Michael stepped Into the room making the floor creak, they both snapped their necks around in fear, “oh s.hit! Is that M-Michael Myers!”
He didn't waste time, he grabbed them both by the neck, got the window open and pushed their heads out, slitting their necks and letting them fall. He didn't want his princess having that awful mess in her room.
He went outside to clean up and checking his Isabelle over, went back to bed. “You killed them, didn't you?” Tracy stated. He didn't answer or respond as he climbed into bed.
“Ok, well, I guess we could still do with your skills when it comes to us being in danger, but that's it!” He nodded and she slowly snuggled into his chest.
They would be a very weird and dysfunctional family, but Michael Myers couldn't be happier, an emotion he had never known before.
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