Author's Note: Hello everyone, this is my first fanfiction in a very long time and I sincerely hope that you enjoy it! All comments and criticism are greatly appreciated! There are some instances in the story that I feel as if I'm having a hard time portraying correctly but I'll surely figure out how to improve them in the future. Thanks for reading!
Amidst the haunted darkness of Lampkin Lane, a girl crunched along quietly in the dry grass and dirt. She was sneaking about in another day of being trapped in this nightmare. She couldn't remember how she got there; all she knew was that surviving these trials granted her a longer chance to rest in 'purgatory', as she called it, which was a dark and quiet place that didn't require her to constantly be on her toes.
And so, she spent every day of this life repairing generators, searching chests, and attempting to escape from various spine-chilling monsters and murderers.
The girl's eyes cast about quickly and she was surprised by a metal trap door buried in the dirt that was flipped open. Trails of inky black mist swirled out of it. As much as she wished to jump through it and escape, her senses warned her that she should take this chance, and look around for something useful to take with her.
Damn me for still having my brain, she cursed herself, as she turned away from the trap door and entered the backyard of a rotting green home. She looked around the yard for a chest, but the only thing there was a rusty, bloodied hook and a broken down tricycle.
The girl walked up the porch steps and entered the decrepit home. The sound of her own footsteps along the wooden floor raked at her ears, and she flinched; but nothing could be done of it, and she continued up the stairs.
When she reached the upstairs floor, her heart fell to her stomach as a rather eerie sound erupted from one of the bedrooms. She froze on the spot with her ears pricked.
It almost sounded like a faint snore.
Ideas flitted around the girl's mind as the sound occurred again, and it was without a doubt, a snore.
Curiosity overcame her. She had to at least see what was creating that noise before she left the trial. She took care to creep quietly along the floor to the room at her right, and cautiously peered around the doorframe to see what was inside.
Another quiet snore emanated from the room, and the girl's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a surprised gasp.
Laying down on the bed, knife in hand, was the infamous Michael Myers; her least favorite killer.
That's why there's no heartbeat, she thought to herself as she continued to peer at him nervously from the hallway.
She stared, aghast as his chest rose and fell. She was utterly astonished and taken aback by the notion that this man even could sleep. She also didn't understand why he'd decided to take a nap now; didn't he know that she was still there, waiting to be stabbed?
I guess it could be a trap...
That seemed rather outrageous though... why would Michael Myers need to use himself as a trap? The girl shook her head and took a breath. Curiosity was getting the best of her, and what did she have to lose? At this point, being stabbed a few times and getting thrown on a hook was just a normal day for her... she might as well try to see what's going on here.
It was impossible to completely mask the sound of her footsteps, so she began by removing her shoes and cautiously tip toeing into the bedroom, her socks masking any noise made by her feet. Every fiber of her being was begging her to turn around and run. It was unimaginably uncomfortable being in the same room as him, and she had to force herself to keep moving closer and closer. But she was also excited, because it felt good to be doing something out of the ordinary; something other than running for her life.
She eyed the knife wrapped gently beneath the stalker's sleepy fingers. It was coated with a fresh layer of her late teammates' blood, the sight of which caused her to shiver. Disturbed, she still crept closer to the bed. She could hear his breaths now, in sync with the movement of his chest. She studied his sleeping figure with a curious gaze, intrigued.
The man she'd been murdered by hundreds, if not thousands of times laid before her, completely vulnerable and unaware of her presence. The girl's wide eyes flitted across his large, masculine figure, and her heart fluttered innocently as she wondered what he looked like underneath that suit.
Without much thought, the girl leaned in dangerously close to the stalker's face, and held her breath as she peered into the eye holes of his mask.
Her skin was crawling.
But she had nothing to lose, and everything to gain...
The girl's fingers travelled silently to the zipper of the killer's boiler suit, tugging it down gently. It began to catch a few times at the neck of the suit, and she attempted to quietly wrestle it down. After a few attempts of jiggling it around as gently as possible, the zipper gave way with a quiet zrrrrrrrrrrrp.
Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell upon Myers' toned body, silhouetted underneath a surprisingly clean white T-shirt. She listened carefully to his breathing for a moment, as he let out a gentle snore every now and then. Her hands shook as she studied his body, wide-eyed, with her fingers still gripped lightly on the zipper of his suit.
The stalker's breath hitched on a rather noisy snore, and she jumped, startled. The killer didn't move or stir though, and she stayed in her spot.
Her eyes cast downward to his tummy, and the zipper that remained somewhere just beneath his belly button. A dark thought entered her mind as she looked at his sculpted form underneath the T-shirt, and glanced back up to the mask that she'd stared down in her own demise so many times. She feared this man more than many of the others. But she was unable to contain herself as a warmth began to spread in the pit of her belly, igniting a tiny, burning flame between her legs. It had been so long since she'd been close to anyone. Subconsciously, she licked her lips as she continued to study his shape: the hard lines of his collar bones, and the way the skin of his neck disappeared under the fabric of his shirt.
She wanted to trace her fingers along the line of that point. Myers' breaths came in heavy waves, and her breaths were beginning to match his.
The girl was overcome with desire as she continued to study his sleeping figure. In this state he seemed so calm, and so peaceful… almost human. She was formulating an idea of the best way to touch him, when she began to second guess herself.
Still, she was nearly panting with a mixture of fear and excitement, and the desire to feel something like making love. She tugged on his zipper, revealing a pair of dark boxers. She scoffed at the sight of his underwear, as if they were on the same level now that she'd seen them. She looked up to his face nervously, relieved when a quiet snore escaped his throat.
The girl looked back down at his body, and noticed the large bulge at his crotch. She stared, mesmerized at the silhouette of Michael's cock; something she never imagined seeing. His dick was halfway hard in a state of sleeping arousal, poking up from beneath the fabric of his boxers.
She couldn't help herself. She took a deep breath, and prepared herself for the best or the worst. She stared silently at Michael Myers' mask as her fingers moved to the button of her pants, flipping it open.
She then tugged on her own zipper, before hooking her fingers around the waist of her pants, and tugging them down.
She cringed at the audible sound of the fabric coming down over her skin. She paused, afraid, with her pants at her knees, and imagined what she looked like right now. A bit embarrassed, she shook it off without much thought, also trying not to think about whether or not this would classify her as a rapist. A dim gleam of light reflected off Myers' knife as she moved and was reminded of how many times her bloody body was carried off and gruesomely thrown on a hook by this same man, and she decided not to worry after that.
Finally she tugged her pants over her feet, and stood in the dark room in only her underwear. Once again she became self conscious and imagined what would happen if Myers woke up right now, and shuddered.
She would be in for one hell of a trial.
The girl moved closer, slowly inching her hand toward Michael Myers' cock. She could not believe that she was doing this. She was so incredibly turned on by the sight of his toned body, and she wanted to feel his dick through his boxers so badly that she had to remind herself to listen to his breathing.
Finally her fingertips brushed across the fabric, and she laid her hand lightly on top of his cock. She breathed out gently, glancing up to his face; her body was trembling.
She squeezed Michael Myers' dick softly, enjoying the way it began to get harder as she began to lightly stroke it. She licked her lips as she felt the curve of his dickhead, and followed his shaft all the way back down, gripping the outline and stroking it more.
How is he not waking up? She thought to herself, eyeing the stalker suspiciously.
He took another heavy breath, and she continued to take advantage of the sleeping killer.
Her fingers snaked through the hole in his boxers and she gasped as her fingertips brushed against the actual skin of Myers' cock. An odd shock was sent throughout her body at her first touch of his skin. She shivered slightly in an attempt to shake off the eerie sensation, and her other hand went to her panties, massaging her own warmth lightly. She began to guide his cock outside of his boxers and stared hungrily down at the man's long, exposed member. She was surprised at the size of it, unsure if it was comparable to anything she'd ever experienced in her past life; but she doubted that it was. She was panting heavily as she stroked his cock a few more times, before straightening up and taking one more good look at Myers.
Quietly, she stripped off her panties, tugging them down to her ankles and stepping out of them. She took a deep, nervous breath, and crawled on top of Myers. She crouched above him, stressing her leg muscles as she attempted to pull this off without touching his body or disturbing the bed too much. When she found herself balanced above him, she glanced down at her legs spread just above Michael's hard cock. She smirked to herself before taking his dick in her hand and guiding it to her entrance.
The girl's mouth fell open and her head rolled back in ecstasy as the warm tip of his penis entered her. She sat down on it slowly, and it slid inside her to just past the head.
She was astonished by the sensation. Her pussy contracted in reaction to the entrance of Michael's large cock. She breathed out as she pulled herself back up and then down again, allowing his dick to enter her further than it had before.
She bit her lip. "Mmmmmm," she breathed, before her eyes popped open and she stared at Myers in fear, realizing she'd actually just moaned aloud as she rode his cock.
The killer laid there, seemingly unperturbed.
She breathed out quietly in relief and continued to work herself lower on the stalker's hard shaft.
It wasn't easy to keep her balance on top of the killer, especially when she was struggling to handle the sheer size of his cock. When she was satisfied with how deeply he was buried inside of her, she found herself curious to see just how much farther she had to go… she reached down and measured the distance to the touch. It felt as if there may be an entire inch or more for her to slide down on… but when she attempted to sit even farther, she began to struggle and she settled to work with what she had. If she were to actually sit on him, it would definitely wake him up anyway. The girl closed her eyes in delight as she began to bounce lightly up and down on Myers' cock. She was nearly buzzing with excitement and arousal as this created a new sensation that reached all the way into her belly. Her eyes were beginning to roll to the back of her head as her pussy adjusted to Michael's girth.
She was so entranced by pleasuring herself with the murderer's stiff cock that she didn't even notice that she could no longer hear any sounds but her own.
She paid no attention to anything, except keeping her balance and building up to a faster, harder rhythm. Her eyes were closed as her head rolled around this way and that in concentration. It was all she could do to keep from moaning aloud as his cock was feeling better and better inside of her. She was so aroused that it only took a few good strokes for her to be on the verge of cumming. She began by taking it slow, and building up speed until eventually, she couldn't hold back anymore. The girl was overcome with pleasure as she bounced on his cock and her pussy began to contract in waves of delicious orgasm. Her body began to tremble and she whimpered quietly in delight as she finished with Myers inside her.
The girl's pleasure was short lived as her senses came flooding back to her, no longer clouded by an infatuous desire. She was beginning to regret herself as she realized that this may just be the most senseless thing she'd ever done in her life, including the first one.
Very carefully she lifted herself off Myers' cock, now wet from her pussy. She struggled to control her now uneven breathing. When she found her feet planted on the floor, she looked back at the killer and his cock sill sat straight up, unsatisfied.
Without a second thought she turned her back to the stalker and bent over to pull her jeans back on. She clutched the waistband of her pants, pulling them apart and preparing to step into them.
A sly grin began to spread across her face as she thought about the fact that she just fucked Michael Myers while he was sleeping, and did not wake him up.
The grin was quickly wiped from her face as a large hand suddenly clamped over her shoulder, yanking her around and facing her with the now awakened, hard-bodied Michael Myers, who's suit had been zipped back up halfway.
The girl heard a low grumble of a laugh that caused the hairs of her neck to stand straight up. His hand was still clenched around her shoulder as she stared up at him, wide-eyed and terrified. Once again, she was face-to-face with her most dreaded killer.
She attempted to struggle away from his grasp, turning away from his ghostly face and flailing like a fish out of water. No luck. The killer's grasp was strong against her small wrist. He wasn't letting her go.
She cried out in frustration when he whipped her back around to face him once again. Anger bubbled up inside her eyes as she began to realize her defeat; she thought she'd outdone the killer.
Once again, Myers' body shook slightly as a deep laugh erupted from somewhere within his chest, as if he could sense that she was giving up. The feeling that she experienced was ten times worse than the usual feeling of being a deer in the headlights; this felt like he now actually had a reason to kill her.
The girl screamed aloud in terror as Michael Myers slammed her body up against the wall. She stared into the dark holes of his mask and her skin crawled as she caught a glimpse of his murderous eyes, and the gleam of excitement that was within them. She began to realize he wasn't angry with her; he was toying with her.
The girl's hands instinctively flew up to Myers' that was gripped loosely around her throat. "I-I'm sorry!" She blurted out, unsure if he could even hear her words. "I wasn't trying to take advantage of you-"
Her sentence stopped short as Michael's arm slowly raised, ominously pointing the tip of his bloody kitchen knife to her throat. She shrieked and attempted to wriggle free, but Michael's grip was tight. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face away, but she could feel the stalker's gaze studying her every move. She was not completely sure of this air that was felt between them; she could not tell if he was planning to devour her, or if he was just playing with her before he placed her on the dreaded hook.
Oh well, she thought to herself dryly. At least I got what I wanted…
Her mind was shutting down, her consciousness evacuating into some dark corner that she'd developed over time, when the physical pain was overwhelming or when the fear was too much to handle. It was almost like an out of body experience, where instead of feeling the pain first hand, she sat beside herself and watched herself experience it. Over time this tactic saved her from breaking down into insanity and allowing her to keep hold of her human nature many times.
She was beginning to recede into this state of mind, when, almost as if he could sense that she was drifting off, she was startled by the sound of her own shirt bring sliced in half by Myers' kitchen knife. She screamed and looked down at her tattered shirt that now hung open from the sides. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared down at her half-naked body, attempting to quickly take in the sight so she knew exactly what the killer was seeing. His hand was still clenched at her neck and shoulder, holding her still in front of him.
Once again, her head bent backward to look up into his ghostly mask. A hollow pit formed in her stomach as something told her that he was gazing back down at her, studying her; it felt as if he was seeing right into her soul.
Her hands grasped at Myers' wrist that held her fast against the wall. "Please, just kill me. Just kill me," she begged desperately.
A tear pricked her eyes as she realized he wasn't going to let her go that easily. He stood for a moment, and she imagined what his expression must be like under the mask. Would he wear a gruesome frown, or a deranged grin in a moment like this?
She couldn't imagine which before the killer's arm snaked around her waist, hoisting her up and pulling her toward the door. Myers' movements were as smooth as a snake as he carried her out of the doorway, even as she writhed and clawed at anything she could get her hands on, holding on for a few moments before being effortlessly tugged away.
She was unsure of where he was taking her as he stomped down the stairs. She prayed that he was headed for the door, and let out a grunt of anguish when he reached the bottom floor and turned away from it, heading instead for the kitchen.
As Myers brought the girl closer to the doorway, and idea struck her. She knew it wasn't the best idea, and she knew it wasn't going to stop him for long. At the last second before they passed through, the girl's legs flew up at either side of the door and she braced her back against his chest. Her head snapped forward and she was almost crunched into a ball by the sheer force of him walking, but she pushed back against him. The killer omitted a surprised oof before taking a moment to assess the situation, then grabbing both of her legs around the front and drawing them tightly in. His other arm was wrapped underneath her armpits, crossing over her breasts. He turned sideways and walked her through the door.
She felt like a child who'd been throwing a fierce tantrum being forced into compliance by an angry parent. He handled her as if she were light as a feather.
Once they were in the threshold of the kitchen, Myers dropped the girl to her feet. She stumbled forward and glanced around the room while instinctively turning around to face the stalker behind her. She saw no escape save the door he brought her through, which he blocked with his large, masculine body.
The girl stared angrily into the man's mask. She was hunched forward defensively with her arm crossed, clutching the elbow of the other. He stood there, staring back at her. She felt like she could nearly sense his feelings at this point, although she would never know if her presumptions were true-but she could swear that he was grinning at her deviantly beneath the dirty latex mask.
It only angered her more. Without much thought, but with a last glimmer of hope, she dashed forward, faking to the left and leaping to the right. She thought she might be quicker than him, but in this case, she was outmatched. Myers caught on to her trick without even flinching, and he turned to catch her with ease.
The girl cried out furiously as the killer moved her farther back into the room. Her arms flailed as she was hooked around the waist by his strong forearm. He tossed the girl forward, causing her to stumble into the countertop with her back to him. She had no time to recuperate as Myers' hard body was almost immediately pressed up against hers. The countertop began biting into her hip bones.
Michael Myers was folded over her like a big spoon cupping a smaller one. The young girl shivered, goosebumps forming along her body as she could hear and feel the killers' breaths mere inches away from her ear. She jumped, startled as she felt Myers' fingers caressing the left side of her cheek with his right hand, which trailed along her jawline before falling to trace the skin of her neck. She cried softly in fear.
Myers' hand suddenly dropped, tracing across her chest and roughly grasping her hip, pulling her body closer to his.
The girl became even more fearful as she began to notice that warm feeling was beginning to return. With the way his body pressed against hers, holding her fast against the countertop, she felt like a mouse caught in a cat trap. But somehow, she liked it. She liked the way he was touching her and pulling her body closer, and she loved the way it seemed like he wanted so much more…
Her breaths were becoming heavy again, and she was nearly panting with amongst a flurry of confusing feelings as his hands travelled over her body. Her heart beat fast and loud in her chest as mind was overcome with desire. Her head was becoming cloudy as she sighed and her muscles began to release. Waves of warm infatuation were washing over her, and without her consent, she began falling slowly in love with this ruthless killer…
Suddenly, as if he'd had enough of waiting, Myers hoisted her body up so she was bent over the counter. She yelped in surprise, snapped back to reality as adrenaline rushed its way into her veins, and she began questioning her state of mind.
Is this what I really want?
She heard the killer's zipper tug back down behind her.
Should I try to run one more time?
She glanced to the left and right, searching in jest for some way to get out of this situation; but Myers was watching, and held her tightly in place.
In an attempt to deny her own taboo feelings, the girl sighed in preparation, releasing herself and giving up again. She wasn't sure if it was her mind attempting to accept the situation and see it for the best, but she was beginning to feel as if she may be enjoying this…
The girl was startled by the killer yanking down her underwear, which caught in place around her knees. He took a moment to admire her ass, and her head fell forward in defeat. She braced herself, unsure what to expect from a monster like him.
Myers' hands grasped her hips as he slowly guided his cock into her tight pussy, almost as if he was savoring it. She let out a soft, quiet moan, and an sharp thrill coursed through her body as Myers omitted a groan of intense pleasure.
She loved the way that sounded. She wanted to hear it again.
Her hands gripped at the flat surface of the counter as he began to pull it back out once again before slowly pressing back into her entrance. Without realizing it her body was slowly rocking back in forth in sync with his movements, aiding her pussy in gliding up and down his hard shaft.
The girl gasped, her body contorting slightly as he pressed his cock inside of her to the same point she'd reached on her own earlier. Her eyes closed and rolled backward as her pussy squeezed more tightly around his cock. In response, Myers continued his surprisingly gradual pace of pressing his cock as deeper and deeper inside of her.
She laid there, writhing in euphoria as she relished what he was doing to her. A warmth was spreading throughout her body that she hadn't felt in a very long time. The feeling overcame her, spreading from the pit of her tummy and engulfing her heart. She was surprised when an ominous tear squeezed out of her eyeball and rolled down her cheek, dripping onto the countertop, unaccompanied by any significant emotion.
She wondered silently what that was about.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh," the girl moaned as Myers pressed his dick even deeper into her pussy. The girl was nearly twitching, her toes clenching and unclenching as he sat there for a moment, watching her. She could feel his cock tightening up inside of her.
She loved the way that felt. Her head was spinning by the sensations that were washing over her body. Something almost supernatural was clouding her mind as the killer's rhythm sped up. Their bodies were beginning to clap together as Myers adjusted himself, leaning himself over her back and putting his hands on the counter at her sides. His torso was long enough that he was able drape himself over her, looking into her face and watching her reactions as he fucked her fervently. One of his hands snaked up and clutched her neck, pulling her face closer to his.
The girl screamed aloud as Michael Myers' cock suddenly and forcefully pounded all the way inside her. As soon as Myers began thrusting himself inside her at this delicious angle, the girl was overcome by the intense sensation of an orgasm beginning to form all throughout her body. Myers' rhythm kept the same pace, and he was grinning mischievously underneath the mask; he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
The girl was becoming entranced with him, falling farther and farther into a pit of burning obsession as he made love to her carefully. The killer's aura alone was permeating her body, and clouding her judgement; eventually, she would be able to think only of him.
The Entity had warned before that this could happen with humans, if you spent too much time around them. But the Entity never imagined that a killer may actually do it on purpose.
Myers could sense the bond developing between them as he fucked her harder and harder. He stared down into her pretty face, contorted and lost in a trance of overwhelming pleasure. Her eyes fluttered around. He could see that she was in ecstasy.
Myers wouldn't normally do this. But something had changed within him as he'd watched this crazy girl having sex with his "sleeping" body.
Myers' fingers wrapped more tightly around the girl's neck and he pulled her face closer to his. Her eyes blinked open and she gazed into the hollowed eyes of his mask. Although she couldn't see the eyes that stared back at her, she could absolutely feel them; her body was buzzing as Michael's trance was beginning to consume her completely.
She stared into Michael Myers' eyes as he continued to pound her hard against the countertop. She knew he was cumming as a low growl escaped from his throat and his fingers gripped even tighter around her neck, and their bodies clapped together harder, louder and faster. The girl's mouth fell open in another sexy moan as she soaked up the feeling of Myers' big cock filling her up, pressed so deeply inside of her, knowing that it was going to be over so soon...
Myers' shoulders rose and fell heavily as his body was still draped over hers. His hand fell from her throat and he pulled his cock out of her slowly, admiring her body once again.
The killer's bond to her was almost palpable now.
But the girl was oblivious to any difference as she slid down off the counter, her feet planting themselves against the floor. She still faced the wall, nervous and unsure of what to do. Then she startled at the sound of Myers' zipper coming all the way up before he grasped her shoulder and whipped her back around to face him.
She stared up at the masked man in fear. What now? Is this the part where he slices her to pieces? Does he take her to the basement, find some chains and tie her up? Or will he just sacrifice her to the Entity?
Myers grabbed his well worn kitchen knife from the counter nearby, studying it ominously for a moment before turning back to the girl. She jumped under his returning gaze, staring at him with a sense of betrayal, as she didn't know what was going on.
The stalker grabbed her face roughly, pulling her close to him and tilting her head to the side. She shook and whimpered softly in terror, her wide eyes glancing around as Myers brought his knife to the point of her neck just below her ear.
The girl cried out in pain as the killer's knife pressed into her skin, slicing it open. Tendrils of warm blood cascaded beautifully down her smooth neck. When she pulled away instinctively, Myers grunted in frustration, yanking her back into place and holding her still by pressing her body into the counter with his. When he was done, he pulled back to admire his work.
M.M., written in deep slices planted carefully into the girl's skin.
Tears streamed down her face as she straightened up and cried in front of him. She shook softly as he looked down at her with some emotion unintelligible. Then, his fingers grasped her chin and turned her face up to look at him, in something of a comforting gesture.
She stared up into his eyes and heard a voice emanate from inside her head. It was solid and deep, causing that passionate warmth to erupt within her once again. The sound of Myers' voice brought a shiver to her spine.
You are mine.
The girl's fingers travelled up to the stinging pain on her neck. The cuts were deep enough that the mark would be there forever.
She looked up at him again with an uncertain gaze before he bent and deftly threw her over his shoulder. The girl did not wiggle or struggle as Michael Myers walked her outside of the house; she laid across his shoulder limply, almost comfortably, her mind cloudy and tired.
Somehow, she felt safe in the place she was in now, tucked between the crook of Myers' neck and shoulder. The warmth of his exposed skin brushed across hers, sending another shiver throughout her body. She breathed in deeply, her fingers brushing across the texture of the killer's boiler suit, some type of sadness overcoming her as she realized she wasn't sure if she would even remember this after she died.
Once the murderer found his way to the hook in the backyard of the rotting green home, he placed the girl on her feet in front of it. He looked down into her face, and watched the tears begin to roll down her cheeks.
He stared down at her silently. He knew what she was thinking. But, he had no condolences to offer. He was bound by a contract of blood to continue making sacrifices to the Entity... Otherwise, there would be no chance for him to see the girl ever again.
Unable to look at her a moment longer, Myers' hands went to the girl's armpits, and his body was spattered with her blood as he tossed her on the hook.
The girl wailed in excruciating pain, before gritting her teeth and turning her eyes to the murderer before her.
Her hands flew to the hook that pierced her shoulder. She struggled to garble out a sentence through the excruciating pain.
"I will-see you again," she said, before the Entity's disgusting black arms appeared in the air above her, desecrating her body and dragging her upward into the black sky.
Myers watched as she disappeared.
He hoped that she was right.