Authors note: Hello fanfiction! I'm back after a long absense! I've set my sights on our very own Michael Myers. There are a few points is like to make ahead of time, so please bear with me.
1.) The spelling of Michaels last name. I've seen Meyers and Myers. As far as I can tell, Myers is correct, but please correct me if I'm wrong!
2.)This is set via Rob Zombies Halloween. I know not a lot of fans like this version, but it's become a favorite of mine. To each his own though. ;)
3.) In the first few chapters, Michael will seem a bit 'fluffy'. This will change as things progress. Please be patient and deal with the minor cutesy bits. As they say, Psychopaths are quite manipulative. Anyways, enjoy! Blah blahblah I don't own Halloween or any cannon characters. Blahblah
Edit- Also, pardon me for any errors spelling/grammar wise, and if chapter length is short. I'm doing all of this from my iphone (No home internet r&r, I love feedback and criticism!
"I've always wanted to be a nurse." Her voice was soft, back pressed against the heavy metal door, light brown eyes staring at the stone walls.
"I guess you just gave me the best incentive, huh, Michael?" She knew she'd get no reply. She never did. But it was enough to know he was listening.
How did she know he listened? The sound of paper.
Day in and day out, Michael carried on with making his masks. It was all he ever did, really. If you walked by his cell, all you heard was paper.
Flipping, tearing, crumbling, falling paper. And when she spoke, it stopped. His big hands sat still on his desk.
Meet nurse Nadia Lopez. Twenty four years old, and probably one of the better helpers at Smiths Grove.
"Remember that night? Your clown mask was covered in blood, so I let you wear my cat mask. Shared my candy with you until your mom got home." She tilted her head against the bars, black hair slipping through the steel."I still have your mask, Michael. I could bring it one day, if you want."
There was a small squeak. His chair moved, and a small smile spread over her lips.
"Okay, I'll bring it tomorrow." Those little ques, noises. Nadia had learned to pick up on them the last few years. Maybe it was because she knew him before, maybe Michael just felt more willing to respond to her. She never really knew.
Dark skin vivid against her blue scrubs, she heard a bit more slight movement in the cell, before looking down the hall. It was normally empty, silent. The occasional scream erupted from other patients, but nothing that bothered her anymore.
"You know, my first night here was really scary." Nadia lolled her head back, the thick waves of her black hair sliding inside the door as she stared at the ceiling. "Shutting off most lights after ten, and the screaming. I felt like I was in a horror movie." Unbeknownst to her, Michael had calmly and silently moved from his chair and stood at the door.
"There's only one thing that scares me now." Nadia smiled. "Changing all these bedsheets." Nadia paused when she heard a breath near her ear. Instead of jumping, she closed her eyes calmly. "Michael, what are you doing?"
No response, at least nothing verbal. Instead, she felt a slight tug on her hair. Not too hard, just a warning that he was there. She could almost feel him petting it. "It was so short when I was little. Now it's at my waist. Do you like it longer?" She felt the motions move more, and smiled."I'll be sure not to get gum stuck in it again."
It was a calm silence. Until she heard footsteps slowly moving down the hall. Nadia tilted her head, and was caught off guard at the sight of Dr. Loomis. "Loomis... You're next session isn't for another week." Nadia felt a slightly stronger pull on her hair, but ignored it.
Loomis stopped, leaving a small distance between them, leaving him unable to see inside the room. "I was actually looking for you." Loomis seemed a bit jittery. His sleeves were rolled up sloppily, and his glasses were in his hand.
"Me?" Nadia raised a brow. "What for? I'm on break. If it's about room twelve, I-"
"No, nothing like that. I wanted to speak to you, alone." Loomis was a bit sweaty, Nadia noticed.
"Sure." Nadia moved to step forward, but her hair came taut, and snapped her back into the door with a yelp. Loomis' strained demeanor became worse.
Michael had a fistful grip of her hair. He hadn't pulled, but the sheer strength he had in his grip had pulled her back.
"Michael!" Loomis began to speak, but Nadia held a hand up. Surprisingly, Loomis backed off. Nadia moved her hands down the length of her hair, and found Michaels, calmly gripping.
"It's okay, I'm coming back. Don't I always?" She didn't feel his grip loosen. Instead, he stepped closer to the door, lowered his face to the back of her head, and took a deep breath. Then his grip loosened, he released, and returned to his latest craft at the table.
Nadia began walking with the pale Loomis, brushing the little knots out of her hair with her fingers.
"What on earth was that?" Loomis asked.
"He didn't want me to go." Nadia replied, holding a level of calm that made Loomis shudder. "What has you so worked up?"
"You do. You and Michael." Loomis looked to her, before they entered the small office that had served as a temporary space for Loomis. He took a seat at his desk and began shuffling through the mess of paper.
"Look, he didn't hurt me. It just surprised me." Nadia sat on the other side of the desk. It was rare for anyone else to be around when she spoke to Michael, and his strange mannerisms would probably scare the lot of them.
Loomis looked up for a moment. "How did you know?"
"Because I didn't feel pain?" Nadia made a confused face, her shoulders shrugging.
"No, no. How did you know he didn't want you to leave?" Loomis pulled on his glasses and looked directly at her. Nadia felt heat on her face, as if someone had just blasted a spotlight on her.
"Uh, well..." Nadia shrugged slightly. "I just pay attention to his body language. He didn't let go, so he didn't want me to leave." She watched Loomis grab a pen and begin scribbling. "What are you-"
"And how long have you been getting reactions from him? These... Nonverbal cues." Nadia looked to her palms. She suddenly felt like a child that was just caught with a handful of stolen cookies.
"Since I started working here." She didn't look up, but heard his pen. "About five years ago." More scribbling.
"Have you ever worked directly with Michael?"
"They won't let me. I've only got my associates in nursing. I just change sheets and bedpans, mainly." Nadia was wringing her fingers, rubbing her palms together.
"How did you come to know about Michael?" Nadia's head shot up.
"E-excuse me?"
Loomis looked up from the notebook. He realized he'd struck something. "Where did you hear of Michael? From other nurses? Decided to see him for yourself?"
"Well, no..."
"No?"
Nadia bit her lip. She'd kept her past friendship with Michael mostly a secret, afraid of the backlash. Nadia was no stranger to lying, but now felt like such an inappropriate time. "I knew him when we were kids."
"As in, went to the same school?" Loomis was staring her down.
"Yes. Same class, sat next to eachother. We got along very well. I even went trick or treating with him Halloween night." It felt like pride filled her chest as she spoke, but Loomis' eyes seemed to deflate it. He took his glasses off slowly, and folded his hands.
"You were... With him? That night?" Nadia swallowed and nodded. "When?"
"Before." Her palms felt raw, with how hard she rubbed them together. Nervous habit. "I was still out late, and saw him on the steps with his sister, Angel. So I sat with him and kept him company." She bit her lip. "His mom sent me home when she got back. I didn't hear about it until the next morning." Nadia bit her lower lip. There was a familiar tension in her lower stomach.
"And the blood?"
"I thought it was part of the costume." It wasn't a bad lie, believable for a then nine-year-old.
"How close were you and Michael?" The questions just kept coming. Nadia breathed and leaned back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other.
"Well, he was my only friend." Nadia caught the look on Loomis' face, and huffed."You try being the only Mexican girl in a school full of white kids. He talked to me, didn't treat me like I was dirt. So I was nice back."
Loomis scribbled down all this information. "Did you know about the animals?"
"No." It was mostly the truth."We would run around the woods and play games. He would always find these dead animals and show me, though. I felt bad and asked if we could bury them, and we would. He'd always tell me I was so sweet for wanting to do that." Nadia had temporarily stopped grinding her palms, looking at the desk.
"Huh. Tell me more about your relationship with Michael."
"You mean friendship." Nadia tilted her head.
"A friendship is a type of relationship, Ms. Lopez. Please, tell me some more. It might prove useful in his treatment."
She looked at the paper, already half full of cursive writing. She knew the information had to come out sometime.
"Well..." Nadia leaned forward and took a peppermint candy from a jar on the doctors desk, popping it into her mouth. "We never went to each others houses. I asked him to come to dinner a few times. If my mother does anything right, it's enchaladas." A small smile ran over her face. "He never did though. Made excuses. He also wouldn't let me come to his house. I think it was his moms boyfriend. Called me a couple names when Michael was around, and I guess Michael just thought it better I wasn't around to hear the asshole." She was playing with the plastic candy wrapper. Loomis turned the page and continued writing.
"We always played alone. He liked being the knight, killing all the bad guys and rescuing me from the tree castle. It was all very typical, childish things. Sometimes we'd read books, or I'd teach him bad words in Spanish. It was.. A simpler time." Nadia noted the torn candy wrapper, and grabbed another peppermint, repeating the process.
"Sounds as though Michael may have had a crush on you." It wasn't said with a giggle, and it didn't hold the same tone one would normally use when making a jest. Nadia sighed.
"He was a boy, I was a girl." She said. Her foot was bouncing on the floor. "All the goofy romantic movies start the lovers out as happy go lucky children." She looked up."This is real life though, Doctor."
Loomis looked up calmly. "Do you like him back?" Do. It was present tense. Nadia shifted uncomfortably.
"Don't take me for a star eyed little girl." Nadia snapped, balling the plastic in her hand. "I know what Michael did. I know what he's capable of. You said yourself that he's a textbook psychopath."
Loomis slowly let out a breath. "There was a study done not too long ago. It suggested that some psychopaths may have the ability to choose to feel empathy. To have feelings, if only in certain situations or towards specific people."
Nadia uncrossed her legs, and stood up from the chair. She was ready to leave quickly, but Loomis reached over and grabbed her arm. "I want to test something."
Nadia yanked her arm away. "What?" She was surprisingly irritated. The subject had hit a sore spot.
"I want to make you Michaels attending nurse. Just you, alone. For one week."
"Aren't you afraid he'll snap my neck?" Nadia put a hand on her hip.
"Are you?" The look Loomis gave her, made Nadia's heart jump into her throat.
"When will I start?" She asked.
"Today. You can pick up where the other nurses left off."