The sky is a dark, alluring ebony, marred with sepia of a brewing storm; forged from hues of fading sunlight... everything was ceasing. Yet Chastity grimaced gloom and sleeplessness, she couldn't sleep, being an insomniac and all, it wasn't easy. Anxiety played a part in this, anxiety always played a part in everything! It viciously circled her life like a vulture looking down on a helpless, dying subject; its eyes now skulls.
Pulling the covers further up, she started having a nightmarish feeling of being watched, maybe another one of her psychosis fits? The feeling was deathly, it felt lethal, even though there was no source. It made her stomach churn, "H-hello?" Chastity's voice broke slightly, having a tight knot form in her throat and choked every word that dared conjure. Biting her bottom lip, she decided that a midnight snack and drink could perhaps substitute her lack of melatonin.
Wearing thin, silky pyjamas wasn't the best idea in the middle of winter as the frost nipped her skin underneath her clad. Fighting the morbid weight on her eyes, she stared through blurred, dull eyes upon the kettle and flipped the switch up, squinting back wetness from her eyes. She felt, at the moment, so out of touch with reality; fighting depression, failed suicide attempts and shit that no one should deal with... all too surreal Chastity spoke, subconsciously.
Grabbing a cup from the shelf, her grip was loose and shakey, an accident waiting to happen. Her small, frail fingers laced around the cup holder, before twirling around and losing her hold on it, sending it flying across the floor and shattering. "Fuck sake!" Chas scorned her stupidity.
A figure, a shape, slipped among the shadows, moving like liquid and soundlessly. Only muffled breathing could be heard underneath an expressionless, simplistic latex Halloween mask. His overalls bared the stains of blood and were definitely overused.
He was in pursuit of something, or someone... just by his rhythmical movements, he was on the purge. Gaze followed a feminine figurine in the old Myers' house, she'd inhabited there a few years now and he'd watched her ever since and bide his time until it fell into perfect alignment and today... Oh it was his time, she was so sublime, it was arousing to him to how unconcerned she was... Moving towards the porch, the one he'd sat on when he'd committed his first ever murder, slowly twisted the doorknob.
The sound of his boots were little to none as they collided with the ground, he was now inside and she was in here with him. Michael approached, his emotionless eyes fixed upon her; she was extremely pale, ivory you could say, her hair was a pure, whitish blonde and feathery to its touch. She had icey blue eyes, intensely coloured with darker blues and medium. She was untouched, but... emotionally torn, he could sense her tense aura.
The masked killer disregarded the thoughts, returning to his trance-like state of numbness. She didn't expect a thing as he closed in on his prey...
HEEEYA GUYS! I'm testing this all out, so excuse me if it's not meeting your expectations and this chapter wasn't very long, neither that interesting, but it shall get better... promise! Please, please review my work and give constructively based criticism, unwanted criticism is not nice. :PJust a little epilogue here:Chastity is based off/personified as my life battles with lunacy, depression, derangement and a lot of heavy shit.DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MICHAEL MYERS OR HALLOWEEN, JUST CHAS.