Going Home
By: Bratney
"Good afternoon, Michael," the teenager said as she set down a plate of food, "I brought you some lunch, I made it myself."This was Kathryn's daily routine, she'd bring Michael lunch, then talk to him through the clear plastic of the cell he was being held in. He would never respond, never indicated he even knew she was there; but the cleaners said the plates of food she brought down were always left empty.
The brunette enjoyed her talks with Michael, mostly because she knew he would never tell her secrets to anybody, and he was the closest thing to a friend she had.
Her long hair was left down today, flowing down around her beautiful face, and making her dark eyes stand out. She wore no makeup save for some lip gloss she had rolled on before entering the room.
"I wonder what my mom looked like," Kat told Michael as she looked around for the chair she normally sat in, "I always pictured her as tall and beautiful, but you never know."
Although, on a normal day, Kathryn spent at least an hour down here everyday, today's visit was about to be cut short. "Kat!" Dr. Loomis yelled storming over to where the girl was standing, "How many times have I told you to leave it alone?"
This sudden outburst got Michael's attention.
"Dad, don't refer to Michael as 'it', that is rude!" Kat scolded her father.
"He's evil, Kat," Dr. Loomis said not choosing to hear his daughter, "you shouldn't be here!"
"Dad, Michael's my friend, I like talking to him," Kathryn said giving the doctor her best angry eyes, that only made her look like she was about to cry.
"Kat I forbid you to talk to him, he's dangerous!" Loomis shouted his anger apparent in his voice. Kat cringed.
"Since when do you really care about my safety? You only adopted me because of who my real father is!" Kat shouted at him, tears running freely down her face.
"Kat that is not true," Loomis said calmly.
"Yes it is! You took me in because my dad was some loon that went around killing people at some lake!" Kat yelled and pulled out her pocket knife, "well dad guess what? I have feelings! I can bleed too Dad!" Kat slid the knife down her hand, blood trickled down her arm and she held her hand out so Loomis could see it, "I can bleed."
"It's still dangerous down here," Loomis said and looked over at Michael who was staring at the blood running down the girls arm.
"I can't get through to you, can I? You just don't get me at all!" Kat yelled and stormed off down the hall.
The next day Kat made two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and went down to Michael's cell. She pushed one plate under the plastic and kept one for herself. Then she poured two cups of milk, giving one to him and keeping one for herself.
She took a bite of her sandwich and began to chew, when she had swallowed that mouthful she looked at Michael, "The nerve of that man! He always tells me what to do!" She held up her hands and continued, "I'm done! On Saturday when I turn 18 I'm leaving and never coming back!"
Michael looked at her hands and moved closer to the glass. The large cut that had been there yesterday was completely gone.
"What? Oh, my hand! I've got extraordinary healing power, it doesn't take more than 5 minutes to heal almost any cut." Kathryn broke her plastic cup and slid a jagged piece under the glass, "Here, give it your best shot!"
Michael took the plastic and looked at the hand and wrist being offered. In one fluid motion he had cut a deep slice into her wrist.
"Damn, that hurts!" Kat said attempting to withdraw her arm. Michael grabbed it and stared at it as it started to heal. Minutes later it was gone. He rubbed a finger over it to see if it was just an illusion and blinked a couple of times.
"Amazing, huh?" Kat said watching his finger on her wrist. His gentle caress sending electricity throughout her body.
"Michael, I have a favor to ask you," Kat asked after a few minutes of sitting peacefully together, "on Saturday, when I leave, I'll need a place to stay... could I use your house for awhile?"
Michael tilted his head to the side slightly and questioned her with his eyes. Kat let a small smile cross her face, "It won't be forever, just for a little while... if you don't want me to then I'll understand."
Michael tilted his head to the other side, running his finger over her unmarred flesh one last time before letting her hand go. He didn't move as she blew him a kiss and walked away from him for what they both thought would be the last time.
Saturday came and went and soon Kat had settled into the Myers residence. She had cleaned and did some yard work but left most of the house alone. She also decided to change her appearance, her brown hair was now black with green streaks and her eyes had changed from blue to green.
Kat kept to herself the next few months, trying to restore order to her life and figure out who she was by looking up family history.
A month passed and Halloween was approaching. Kat couldn't help but think of her masked companion.
"Do you think he'll escape and come home?" She asked her cat Nikko as she set the bowl of cat food on the floor in front of the cat. Of course the cat couldn't answer, she was too busy stuffing her face.
"Halloween is the day after tomorrow!" Kat hit her head lightly on the cupboard before opening it to pull out a glass. She looked at her watch and to the cat who was happily finishing off the food, "Correction, Halloween is tomorrow."
Kat opened the fridge and grabbed a jug of milk and poured it into the glass, "I hate not being able to sleep!" She gulped down her drink and went to sit in the living room.
Kat held a book in her hand but paid more attention to the noises of the old house, she almost purred at the now familiar creak of the house settling.
She awoke awhile later to an unfamiliar sound, and the hiss of a cat. "Nikko? What's wrong baby?" She stood up and walked over to the kitchen and opened the door, shocked to see her cat hissing at a tall masked figure.
Sure Michael had seemed to be nonthreatening inside the confines of his cell, but standing there in the kitchen, a knife in his hand was a hole other ball game. He took a step toward her. Her fear rushed over her, and she backed into the living room slowly.
"Michael?" She questioned quietly, unsure of the man walking slowly towards her, "Michael, are you hungry? Do you want me to make you breakfast?"
He showed no signs of stopping, no signs of even having heard the girl, he just continued to close the small gap between them.
Kat braced herself for the inevitable, closing her eyes tight and started praying to some higher power in hopes that Michael would make it quick and painless. She was shocked, however, to hear the sound of metal hitting the floor and looked down to see the knife he had held in his hand. He was so close now, close enough to reach out and touch if she had the guts to do so.
He reached up and touched the side of her face, her fearful eyes met his but could read nothing in them. They were empty.
"Michael," she whispered trying to control her shaking body, "what do you want from me? Do you want me to leave? I'll go I promise, just don't hurt me." tears slid silently down her cheek, and she moved to get away from him.
Apparently he didn't like that much, because before she could take a second step he had her hands pinned to the wall above her. Kathryn whimpered, something told her this wasn't going to be short and painless, and whatever higher power she had pleaded with earlier wasn't on her side. He could torture her forever the way her body healed, if his sick twisted mind wanted that.
His hand that wasn't pinning hers to the wall went back to her cheek, he gently stroked her skin, sending electricity through her. 'This isn't suppose to feel good' she told herself as his had trailed down her neck to her chest.
He touched the side of her breast gently, like he wasn't sure of what he was doing. This action made Kat figure out what her masked attacker had in mind. 'is he really doing this?' she asked silently looking up into his emotionless face.
Michael's hand trailed down the side of her body, stopping at the bottom of her shirt. He grabbed a hold of the fabric and ripped it off over her head. He stopped to puzzle over her bra for a moment before Kat stopped him.
"I'll take this off, I don't want it ripped, okay?" Kathryn said. He let go of her arms and she reached behind her to unclasp the fabric, she slid it over her arms and threw it on the floor next to them. His hands were on her again, rubbing gently across her stomach and breasts. Kat shivered in delight, moaning gently when he ripped off her jeans.
Kat, emboldened at the feel of his hands on her flesh, reached out and touched his chest, he paused, watching Kat's fingers pull down the zipper, and push the uniform off his arms. She traced his scars with her hand, sighing gently at the feel of his skin.
Kat stepped closer and pressed her lips to one of the scars, trailing small kisses down the length of it, then flicked her tongue against his nipple. He pulled her underwear off gently, patiently, knowing she wouldn't want them destroyed, after all they did match her bra.
He could smell her arousal; the bitter-sweet smell floated to him, flooding his mind and taking over his body. He laid her on the floor, and stood to pull off his pants. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her in one hard thrust.
Kathryn screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, never had she been with someone so large, he filled her completely, stretching her farther than she had ever been. His thrusts were hard and fast, making her moan. She arched up to meet each one, letting him fill her, letting him take possession of her body.
Soon, her climax hit and she screamed his name. He was watching her face, watching as her pleasure consumed her. His thrusts continued, building her up once more before they both tumbled over the edge.
Kathryn wrapped her arms around him and lazily traced her fingers over his back. She smiled and whispered, "Welcome home, Michael."
AN: Well this didn't turn out the way I had expected it... I figured there would be more of a plot, but in my hurry to get things done this is what I wrote.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dr. Loomis, Halloween, or Michael Myers...