The Love of Michael Myers (Halloween)

Chapter three: Closer

When night fell, Tracy grew reluctantly drowsy and lay down in the bed awkwardly until she managed to twist on to her side.

Michael watched from the chair as Tracy lay down, twirling his knife in his hands he regarded her curiously as she shook, it took a while to understand that it was the cold making her shiver and shake. He stood up and walking over laid down behind her and pulled her in against him by her waist, part of him hoped it would finally make her scream or react with her voice, but it didn’t, he was astounded when, far from afraid, she started cuddling up to him! Who the hell was this woman.

She jumped when she felt Michael lay down behind her and pull her in close against his body. She felt herself instantly warming up and couldn't resist snuggling in closer against him until her teeth stopped chattering. She knew this was wrong on so many levels, but she had never been held before, and it felt nice, good, a nurture she'd never had as a child or a woman.

He never took the mask off, and she wondered what he looked like underneath there, would he be hideous and disfigured? She knew he'd faced a lot of abuse over the years, being stabbed, shot six times, falling of a roof, burned. She fell asleep wondering who this mystery guy was and what he wanted with her.

The next morning Tracy woke up desperate for the toilet, she had managed to hold off yesterday not wanting to use the one down here.

Michael seemed to still be sleeping, and so she quietly shuffled her way awkwardly to the toilet before she burst and before he woke.

She had just relieved herself after great difficulty getting her trousers down when she saw him stir. Panicking she quickly tried pulling her trousers back up but couldn't, they had fallen down to her ankles in her haste, and now she couldn't reach them without falling flat on her face.

Embarrassment came over her as she watched him stand to his full height and turn to look at her. She kept trying to pull her trousers up, but it was useless.

He stalked over to her, and she wondered if he would kill her in this humiliating state. Shock overcame her as he slowly bent down and started to pull up her trousers and underwear until they reached her hips.

Maybe it was time she wondered?

She owed him a thank you at the very least.

She stepped toward him when he stepped back and opened her mouth, it took her while to remember how to use it, but finally, she managed, “t-tha-thank...you,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from disuse. She saw his eyes slightly widen in surprise and then he give her a questioning look.

She shook her head no, she wasn't ready to talk fully yet, and he seemed to understand as he gave a nod and stepped back to sit in the chair.

So she could talk after all he thought...interesting, he wondered what it was that had stopped her? He watched as she shyly made her slow descent back to the bed and sit on it before looking back at him and smiling shyly.

He thought that maybe he was beginning to like this intriguing woman, she was different, pure, vulnerable nothing like his usual victims, and he suddenly felt a fierce protectiveness of her, he knew he couldn't let her go, but neither could he hurt her, he decided simply that she would be his.

He was still getting over the surprise of last night when she had snuggled back against him, he had expected some resistance, a cry, a scream, something! But there had been none. Somehow he felt that she probably hadn't had much affection in her life and the thought saddened him, he didn't like this emotion, he was only used to hatred and rage. He shook his thoughts away and decided he would remedy this girls lack of affection.

She watched as Michael seemed to be thinking hard while he watched her, at one point she saw a flush of anger course through him as he gripped his knife tightly. He relaxed his grip and then focused on her.

He started tapping his knee with that huge knife, and she was confused, she could see he was trying to communicate something and then slowly it dawned on her...did he want her to sit on his lap? A mass murderer, a psychopath and the masked killer known as the boogeyman wanted her to sit on his lap?

She slowly and awkwardly shuffled over towards him, he was huge compared to her five foot three height, she gulped and still had to look up at him even when he was sitting. He leaned forward placing the knife on the floor by his foot, turning her around, he gently held her waist and pulled her on to his lap so that she was cradled against his chest.

Neither of them spoke of course, but she couldn't deny that she enjoyed this, she snuggled her face in his chest and breathed in the scent of copper and dirt.

He held her like that for a while, gently stroking her hair, when finally he lifted her up with him and placed her on her feet. When she looked at him questioningly he only pointed the knife at the bed again before leaving.

Michael left the house and made his way through the streets. It was too early for anyone to really be up yet, and it didn't matter too much anyway, it was the day after Halloween, so he could still get away with wearing his mask, not that he particularly cared, after all, he wasn't quite finished yet. He walked past a small house that had been painted white but was now more of an off-white to almost gray. He stopped when he heard laughter inside.

Michael went around to the back of the house and almost sighed at the stupidity of these people, of course the back door was unlocked, you'd think they'd be more careful after his m******e two years ago, but no...he would have to teach them the ultimate lesson of that grave mistake.

He slipped inside and silently made his way up the stairs to where the laughter was coming from. Looking through the gap of the bedroom door he saw two teenagers, one boy and a girl, again he wasn't surprised when he saw them making out, the girl topless as the teen boy necked her and groped at her bouncing b.reasts. Cans and bottles of alcohol were strewn around the room, and it stank of cigarette smoke and weed.

Michael didn't waste any more time, rage was filling him up at these filthy disgraces. He walked in to the room silently, the girl was about to undo her lover’s pants, so engrossed in their activities that it took a few seconds to register when Michael cut her hand off. Finally, she screamed, and then her partner screamed, scrambling off the bed and leaving her as Michael slashed Into her savagely, her scream’s music to his ears, finally he s.lit her neck to shut her up and left to find her coward of a boyfriend.

He found the boyfriend cowering and hiding in the cupboard under the sink. Yanking him out by his long scraggly greasy yellow hair, Michael lifted him off his feet, stabbed him in the stomach and then s.lit his neck before dropping him like a sack, he would have had a tad of respect if the guy had at least tried to save his girlfriend. He wiped his bloodied knife on the cowards t-shirt and then stood up and left.

Tracey was cold, dirty and absolutely bored out of her mind, Michael had been gone for most of the day, and she was almost desperate for him to come back, at least he took care of her needs and was company, she was getting hungry too, she'd eaten the last cereal bar this morning, but it was nearing six now, what if he never came back?

Just then, she heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and, as sad as it was, was so excited that she jumped to her feet forgetting they were tied, and fell face first onto the floor smashing her face into the concrete, and almost knocking herself out.

Michael came down the steps and found his lady face first on the floor. Sighing inwardly at her clumsiness, he went over and picked her up and put her onto her feet. His eyes widened with concern when he saw her nose bleeding heavily and her lip cut and already swelling up.

He sat her on the bed and left the room.

Now where was he going? She wondered, surely he wasn't just going to leave her like this? Wait, of course he could...and would, he was a killer what did he care about a few cuts.

Her face throbbed painfully, and she sighed with relief when he came back carrying her medical kit.

Kneeling down before her, he placed it on the floor and opened it up. She watched as he carefully took some disinfectant wipes, and began cleaning up the blood. She winced and jerked back at the sting of the wipes and opened her eyes when she felt Michael gently hold her head still and dab more softly.

When he was finished, he put the kit under the bed and truly surprised her when he leaned in and kissed her forehead with the masks lips. Even though it hadn't been his real lips, she still felt a little giddy as butterflies danced in her belly. Was she crazy? No...maybe...she'd never been kissed not even as a child and so it was hard not to enjoy this kind and loving gesture...it was ironic to think that the psycho boogeyman Michael Myers that terrified the town, actually took better care of her then her own father ever had and so yes, she liked it, was starting to like him.

Again surprise ran through her when he lifted his knife and cut her ropes both hands and feet. “M-m-michael?” She stuttered and s.lapped her hand over her mouth in shock. Did she just speak without thinking about it? No one had managed to get her to do that, but she was starting to realize that Michael was full of surprises.

He held his hand out to her and she slowly took it. She let him lead her up the stairs and out of the basement.

She was really confused when he took her to her living room and sat her down on the cream sofa, left and then returned with a DVD and a bag of popcorn that she kept stashed in her cupboards.

She knew that one of them needed to start talking if they were to understand one another better, and so she asked, “you want to watch a film with me?” His eyes looked surprised at her speech, but he nodded.

She took the DVD and saw it was, ’a walk to remember,’ one of the rare few romantic films she had. She stuck it on, microwaved the popcorn and then sat on the sofa beside Michael’s huge frame.

Halfway through the film, he draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in against him, she smiled and snuggled closer.

When it got to the part about the main female character getting bullied for being a virgin, and a half naked picture of somebody with the girls head glued on it that they'd posted around the school, Michael suddenly and violently stabbed his butchers knife into the sofa beside him making Tracy jump in fright.

She jumped up and switched the film off, clearly Michael couldn't handle strong emotions that weren't to do with hate or rage. “It's gone now,” she soothed.

Michael, still clutching the knife handle tightly, looked up to see his lady shaking with fear, her hands held out before her.

He didn't want to make her feel that way. He rose up onto his feet and walked over to her, pulling her into a strong embrace. His emotions had always been extreme, even as a child. He especially hadn't liked watching those filthy teenagers bullying the sweet, shy one for being pure...she had reminded him of his lady, whose name he still didn't know.

Tracy melted into his embrace and slid her arms around his waist, she looked up and decided to try and be brave. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe and slowly pulled his head down towards her, he didn't resist, and she took it as a good sign and so, before she could chicken out, she pressed her lips against his masked ones and then quickly pulled back and looked to the floor shyly.

He lifted her chin back up, making her look into his eyes, they weren't dangerous looking right now, just warm and sincere. He leaned down and pressed his lips back against hers. She wrapped her arms back around his neck and kissed him long and deep, it felt amazing, but she couldn't help wondering how much better it would be to kiss his real lips, for now though, she enjoyed this, now wasn't the time to test him.

They finally pulled apart, and he was about to lead her back down to the basement when the doorbell rang.

He tensed and his grip on her tightened.

“Michael, it m-m-might b-be good for me to answer, so no one gets suspicious,” she managed, her throat still getting used to being used. Very slowly and reluctantly, he nodded once and let her go. She felt honored that he trusted her enough and she jumped when the door went again.