The Love of Michael Myers (Halloween)

The love of Michael Myers (Halloween) chapter 7

They finally wheeled Tracey 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.

Tracey 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 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 Tracey, I'm ok.”

Two weeks later while she recovered in the hospital a doctor came in with her results, “good morning Tracey, we've run some tests and along with the scans it looks like your completely cancer free, your now in remission.”

Michael was ecstatic and when he took her home, carried her from the car and upto to her bedroom laying her down.

Tracey 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 replyed to her letter telling him she was ill.

Tracey 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 and with enough information from what she'd told him he soon found her fathers 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 porn.

Finally he noticed Michaels presence and laughed, “you trying to look like that crazy fucker 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 Tracey at about six years old, she looked deathly pale and scared, it broke his heart, he'd 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 anymore time 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.

Tracey was in the middle of doing the laundry when she heard her Michael come in. “Where have you been?” She sighed, of course he wouldn't answer she grumbled 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, crack 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 Tracey received news that her father had been murdered, she didn't cry, didn't care, at least he couldn't hurt anyone anymore 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 grinned, “you want to adopt? Why didn't I think of that!” She jumped into his arms and kissed him hard.

When the social worker came, michael dressed normally. When she looked at both their scars tRacey explained, “we want to adopt a child so that we can give him or her what we never had as children...love.”

They were given approval and Tracey 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 before finally joining Tracey. 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 daughters 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 hands. Stalking to his daughters 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**t! Is that 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?” Tracey 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 family, but Michael myers couldn't be happier, an emotion he had never known before.