Hey! this is my first story up on here, hope you like it. I wrote this for a friends as a request. I love Michael Myers, and as a fan of the Movies and the character even before the amazing remakes i swear i will try and keep him and all the others as in character as possible.
Yes, this is A Michael/OC but ill try and not make it cheesy, i swear.
Disclaimer: i own nothing other then Alayna and Dr. Marks...well and the plot of this particular story. Michael, Haddonfeild, and Smith's Groves all belong to there respective owners.
Part 1: Prologue
Boots met pavement, the sound rebounding of whitewashed walls. Door after door passes by, bared windows, stainless steel painted white, and bullet proof glass. This place gave him the creeps. Hand running though black hair, cigarette clenched tightly in teeth, unlit. Leather briefcase swung side to side, hand clenched tight. He was going to be famous, creepy didn't matter.
Last door on the right, stood open. Shivers, but it wasn't cold. Fame, fortune, women. Just think of that, just think off that. Table already set up, TV camera strategically pointed to get the whole room in one shot, streaming all over the world. A stainless steel table, a bottle of water, a plush chair, and his ticket to a dream world staring up at him.
Blond hair, deep green eyes, attractive. He could see why the Psycho had stuck with her. She smiled, eyes squinting slightly. He looked closer. Scar across her cheek, hair knotted, eyes tired. That's what she gets, fucking a killer. Hands folded on the table, oversized T and baggy mint PJ pants. She was the most colorful thing in the building, ironic.
Tape recorder set on the table, leather groaned as he sat down. Flipped the switch, tape began to roll…
"Alayna Collens, Case # 235
October 28th 2009
Smith's Groves Sanitarium"
Green eyes met brown, she smiled. Eyes flicked to the camera, now steaming. Smiled again.
"Hello."
A single word, rebounding of the walls. A melodic voice, though a bit hoarse.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Marks, I'll be conducting the interview. Now, its been 3 years since you where committed, why now."
"It seemed right."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Why should I be afraid?"
"Perhaps Michael Myers sees this as a betrayal"
Green eyes clouded with genuine confusion, but smirk slipped across slender lip.
"I though Michael Myers was dead, no need to worry."
"Of course."
"Of course"
Silence drags on, slender fingers trace old scars, smirk slips away.
"How did you and Michael meet?"
"on a walk in the dark with Little Red Riding hood…"
Any Reviews would be loved, constructive criticism is welcomed VERY warmly. Bitchiness is ignored.