Sanctuary
Author: YolandaFriella
Hello again, people! How are you all? Good? I just recently lost my best friend, who is now my greatest enemy. We had a huge fight, over stupid things, and now we hate each other. I was laughing though while we were arguing over texts, all excited and stuff. Yeah I'm a weirdo :) Also, my dog had puppies like five weeks ago. There's one that has a pure white face, but his mouth is outlined with black fur. I call him the Joker Puppy! Haha he's so goofy looking though, but looks like the Joker ^-^
Thanks to my awesome reviewers: 2cool4u123, Joker with the Green Scarf, xXxMudvayneGirlxXx, Kataang rules and you know it, Cafana989, Marnie Wolffe, ShadowLake, xDemolitionxLoverx, Funky Slushie, VictoriaxAdam Fan Girl, and Dramatic Ballerina. Whoa. I'm shocked at all the feedback I'm getting on my prologue! Thank you so much, people! Seriously, your reviews help my speed in updating by a LOT. =)
This chapter is dedicated to ShadowLake for her uplifting review :) Hope you like it! :D
I also personally replied to all my reviewers at the end, so check it out. Thank you for the people who favorites this, even though you haven't left a review, it means a lot! Also, Michael won't appear until chapter three or so because we need to develop Amber's character :)
Disclaimer: I own nobody but Amber and Toby. Toby was actually my imaginary friend when I was a child, which explains why I know exactly what he looks like XD
Chapter One: Misery likes Company
Amber made her to the room where she killed the teenage boy, not bothering to bring along her knife. She wasn't completely sadistic in her killing—she always just wanted to get the job done, she could care less about torturing her prey.
So, needless to say, Amber was surprised to see the teenage boy in a sitting position, crying into his hands, most likely from the pain.
She tensed up, wondering if she should get the knife and just end his life, seeing him in excruciating pain. Why hadn't he died? She cut him in dozens of places, although she made sure to avoid the throat. She strongly disliked killing people by the throat, for it brought tons of blood, and she wasn't keen on blood in the first place.
He heard her walk in, his eyes immediately widening in terror as he caught the sight of her lone figure in the now brightly lit room. His hair was soaked with the crimson liquid, his clothes bearing cuts from her knife. They practically clung to his skinny body, fresh tears outlining his pale cheeks. Amber tilted her head to stare at him through her eye mask, seeing a trail of blood lead to where she originally thought he was dead.
"P-please," He stammered, pressing his back fully into the wall. "I-I didn't mean to c-come here. I just wanna go home."
For the first time in awhile, Amber felt pity for him. He was so scared seeing her, his breathing picking up and from where she stood, she could see his hands trembling. She could only guess how much pain he was going through at the moment.
The boy was tough; she had to admit, even though he didn't look it.
"How are you not dead?" Amber wondered aloud, wonder apparent in her twisted smile. She eyed his battered body.
A sob broke through his dried lips, and Amber felt the pity enlarge twice more within her chest.
"I don't wanna die," He whispered, mainly to himself. "Please….I'll do anything."
Amber's ears perked up. "Anything?" A scheming smirk slowly crept along her mouth, an idea sneaking into her demented mind. "Are you….sure about that?"
"Yes!" He pleaded with Amber desperately. Amber gazed at him softly, seeing his pure soul, even though he did horrid things that most teenagers did—something she never did. He was pure, and she was about to take advantage of that.
"Fine." She flipped back her hair over her shoulder, taking a few steps towards him. He seemed to stiffen the closer she got, but seemed less panicky when he noticed her knife was missing. "You work for me now."
His green eyes widened for a moment, realizing what he got himself into. Just as he opened his mouth to protest, Amber cut him off swiftly, "Either you work with me, or you die. It's your choice."
Amber felt excitement swelling inside of her. She, indeed, was a lonely woman so she was happy that she'll have someone to accompany her—even though he was taken unwillingly.
Toby seemed troubled. His eyes were downcast, and he slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Fine."
"Aw don't sound so sad!" Amber cooed animatedly, hurrying over to him to crouch before him, looking him dead in the eyes. "We're gonna have so much fun together! You'll see."
She caught a flash of doubt in his eyes, but shook it off. He'll have to learn his place soon enough….
"What do you want me to do?" Toby breathed, dreading Amber's reply.
"Just be my right hand, ya know, help me out here and there. Not much." Amber shrugged, standing up to rub her chin thoughtfully. "First we need to get you some kind of outfit…"
"Can you fix my cuts?" Toby blurted, and Amber realized she forgot he was hurt in the first place.
She snapped her fingers, which were now covered by raven, thin gloves. "Oh dear! I forgot about that. I'll go get you something to wear…unless." She gazed at him in a playful and suggestive manner. "You prefer not wearing anything…"
It took the teenage boy a few seconds to comprehend what she meant. He snapped his head up, his cheeks reddening. "Clothes!"
Amber giggled, waving a hand at him. "I'm just playing! Calm down. You wait here while I get you some….stuff."
"How can you go into a store like that?"
Amber rolled her eyes, "I have clothes, too, ya know."
"Oh."
As Amber hurried to the other parts of her house, she felt happiness inside of her. It would be nice to have someone to talk to, or enjoy her company.
Maybe he could rid her mind of him.
Even she doubted that, however.
Toby decided to stay in the room as the woman, whose name he had yet to find out, went out to get some supplies. He sighed heavily, leaning his head back against the wall for an added support.
How did he get into this mess again? Oh yeah, he snuck in her house and she literally but him up.
He knew he was lucky he wasn't dead, but a minor part of him preferred being dead than working alongside his tormentor.
He should feel grateful, but fear dominated that insignificant feeling.
At one point, after minutes passed, Toby considered trying to go home, but decided against it. The woman would probably find out where he lived, which wasn't far from here, and maybe kill his parents and little sister. His stomach curled. His parents were probably worried sick, and his younger sister, Courtney, was probably outside searching for him with her dog she recently got, named Copper. He leaned his head on his arms, which were wrapped securely around his legs pulled to his chin, worry lurking inside of him. He was actually fortunate today was a Saturday, so his absence at school wasn't a big problem. For now.
He felt better when he thought of the police finding him. If they weren't completely stupid, they'd come to this house and look for him. He only hoped they found him until…..
He didn't want to think about it.
Toby almost fell asleep; his body was physically tired from the severe loss of blood and bruises decorating along his sensitive skin. He groaned under his breath, his eyelids too heavy to keep open.
SLAM!
He was instantly alert when the door closed rather loudly, and he immediately saw the woman return, with a plastic bag in her arms. He didn't bother looking for the name on them; he only kept a vigilant eye on her, seeing no knife again.
He inwardly sighed.
"Miss me?" The woman asked jokingly, placing the bag down beside him. Toby held back a shiver, which was complicated to do, and stared up at her through exhausted eyes.
"Are you gay?" She suddenly asked. "I mean, it's not exactly common to see a guy with brown highlights."
A blush spread across his cheeks, and Toby felt humiliated. Of course he wasn't gay! He just had sex with his girlfriend last night! He only got these highlights because he was sick of having a dull blonde hair, he even spiked it up but now, his bangs were hanging limply in his eyes. He glared at her. "I have a girlfriend, remember?"
She giggled as if the look on his face was silly to her. "I know, I know. I just wanted to see your reaction." Toby continued to stare at her. "Well, I got you some awesome clothing. I hope you're a medium, because that's what I got." She poked his stomach, which bore no muscle or fat, only slight ribs and skin as she sat beside him, Indian style. "We need to…fatten you up."
"Look who's talking." Toby eyed her fat-free body, knowing she was as feminine as a woman could get in his eyes. She had to be pretty under her little façade, especially with her bright green eyes and blazing red hair.
"I'm never hungry." She shrugged, rummaging through the bag. "I've always been like that ever since I was a kid. Do you have a strong appetite?"
"I eat all the time. I just…never get chunky." Toby flushed again when she looked at him with a smirk.
"I got you two jeans," He jumped when she casually tossed the jeans in his lap, along with two t-shirts. "And two shirts. Happy?"
"What about shoes?"
"Oh." She took out two pitch black shoes, which resembled boots (not cowboy boots) and handed them to him. Toby could barely hold them, his cuts were aching now. He gritted his teeth and tried to shake the intense pain away. He then wondered how she saw his brown highlights from all the blood staining his hair.
"I dropped by at the costume store," She gushed, a wide smile on her face. Toby was surprised when she slid her eye mask off, revealing two wide eyes to stare at him. Her nose was small against her face, and her lashes were shockingly long. "And I had the greatest idea! I hope you don't mind masks."
Toby didn't like masks. They were so hard to breathe from under, but from the stern look the woman sent at him, he knew he better not protest.
He watched as the familiar mask emerged from the bag. He would've chuckled, if the situation wasn't as unnerving as it was. "You want me to dress up as Scream?"
The woman glanced at him suspiciously. "Scream?"
"Yeah. A horror movie. Scream was a guy dressed in this mask, and that cloak or whatever." He pointed at the outfit as the woman pulled it all out, the long cloak meeting his eyes. "He…killed his girlfriend and other people."
"Well you're not this guy." The woman snapped impatiently, tossing the clothing in the middle of the room. She snatched the clothes he was holding and added them to the clothes pile in the middle of the room. Toby blushed again when he found her leaning closer to him, her lips nearly brushing against his bloodied cheek, her eyes expressive. "You're gonna be my little….sidekick."
"B-but you're not the good person." Toby's hands were shaking again at her closeness.
He felt childish when she pinched his cheeks with her thin fingers, "That's right, Toby boy. Don't you forget that, alright?"
Toby bit his tongue, deciding to stay quiet as she silently looked at him, a dazed expression on her face. "Do you know who I am?"
"N-no."
"I'm Amber Rarrat. I'm sure you've heard of me."
Just as Toby understood what he said, and opened his mouth to gasp, something sharp penetrated into his arm and darkness overtook him.
The last thing he heard was Amber giggling by his side.
She was already starting to feel less lonely, and for the first time in a long time, she forgot about Michael for a few minutes as she tended to the boy's wounds. She frowned. She managed to do quite a bit of damage to him, but she knew he's stay asleep for only an hour with the medicine she gave him through the shot.
Finally, after minutes of wiping blood off, adding band-aids, and wrapping his wounds, Amber scooted away to gather all the supplies she'd have to throw out. The boy was asleep peacefully; his head craned from the muscles being asleep—limp. Smiling softly, she pressed against his forehead to press it into the wall.
He was handsome, but in an innocent way.
Like her past self.
She shook the lurching thought from her mind, smiling proudly. She would teach him how to kill; she would teach him how to be like her. Just like Michael did to her, but unlike him, she wouldn't leave Toby behind.
Her heart crushed again when she thought of Michael, wondering what he would think of this situation. He'd probably kill the boy. But as she paused to stare down at the teenager, she knew this would be just too interesting to let pass. She saw a new challenge staring back at her, and she accepted it eagerly.
She would be his mentor.
She threw away the dirty supplies, surprised to see her clothes were still cleaned. Quickly, she changed into one of her jeans and her t-shirt, coming back to where Toby was. She had to take off his shirt in order to fix his wounds; luckily, she only damaged him in his torso—not below the waist. She was positive he wouldn't be too pleased if he would out he was completely naked.
She watched him for a few moments, seeing his soft breathing or his tranquil expression. He needed to rest, seeing the pain she inflicted on him.
As she looked away, feeling vulnerable in her normal clothes, Amber's thoughts went back to Michael. She always continued to ponder over where he was, or why he never came back for her.
But this time, she wasn't planning on finding him. She'd either wait for him to come to her, or to get over him. She was stronger this time….so she thought.
Little did she know that her soul belonged to the masked avenger, no matter how hard she tried, she would never forget him. She would always come back for her, no matter how intrigued she was by someone else.
Her eyes looked over Toby's, seeing the blood mostly gone from his hair, which had a little brown highlights mixed with his blonde natural tone. He wasn't tanned in any way, and she had a feeling he didn't participate in sports at his school.
Halloween was in three days, and she was planning on terrorizing a few random households in the neighborhood. She'd only have three days to get Toby trained.
But she knew it would only be more interesting if she had the challenge, and smirked to herself.
Toby woke up into the eyes of his captor. He gasped loudly, pressing himself back into the wall. Amber giggled at his terrified expression, crouching cat-like before him. "Welcome back! Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Delighted." Toby muttered sarcastically, yawning for a moment. He then jumped when he realized he was shirtless, a blush spreading all the way from his cheeks to his neck in horror.
"WHAT THE HELL!" He screeched, his mouth open in shock. "DID YOU RAPE ME?"
He felt even more violated when she began giggling. His lips turned into a furious frown.
"YOU PERVERT!" He shouted, the blush reddening by the minute. "I-I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT TO ME! I TRUSTED YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME, AND YOU FRICKING RAPE ME!"
Amber's smile was gone, replaced by fascination. "I didn't rape you. First of all, I'm way too old for you. Second of all, I don't even know if it's possible for a girl to rape a boy…seeing that I'm missing a needed part. And three," She smirked, "you're not my type."
Toby felt himself slowly calming down, even though he was still a little angry. "Well, why the fuck is my shirt gone?"
"You should be thanking me," Amber snapped. "I had to take it off, to heal your little boo boo's. Like I'd actually have sex with you!" She rolled her eyes, and Toby visibly deflated, his fright vanishing.
"Good. My girlfriend would…" His eyes widened and he looked around frantically. "Jenny! Oh shit! I can't just—"
"—sorry to break it to you," Amber whispered matter-of-factly, "but you're never gonna see her again."
"I can't do this!" Toby felt like ripping at his hair, he was so frustrated and worried. "Everyone's probably looking for me. Have you thought about that? My sister's probably freaking out, and my parents are probably calling the FBI."
Amber inwardly cursed. Why didn't he freak out like this earlier? Oh yeah. He almost died. "Well…they're never gonna find you."
Toby stared at her in wonder. Did she sound…hurt? "They'll find me…"
She looked away, hiding her expression. "I won't let them take you away."
"Why do you need me so badly?" Toby demanded hysterically. "It's not like I want to be here!"
Amber bit back a reply and stayed silent. Toby's eye twitched. "I'll never help kill people. Unlike you, I have a soul and I care about other people's lives. I refuse to become like you."
Amber whirled around, her frail hand wrapping around his throat. Toby was more terrified than when she first came. Her eyes reflected nothing but hatred and sorrow. "Do you think I was born like this? I used to be just like you, a teenager that had a bright future. But you know what? I witnessed the death of my parents. How would you like to see both of your goodie little parents kill each other? Hm?" Toby stayed silent, his entire mind frozen in terror at her fury. "If there was anything I've learned, that would be that anybody could become like me." She glared at Toby, a frown deep on her face. "And you will become like me. It's not hard. It just takes….time. And a little bit of events.
Toby stared at her for a few moments before breathing, "What are you?"
A dreamy expression took her place, and Amber let go of Toby's neck, to his relief. She quickly diverted her attention, and to Toby's shock, he caught a glimpse of tears in her eyes. What happened to her? "You have no idea how easy your life was. You didn't have to worry if your dad wouldn't beat your mom, or if you'd be sent off with your grandma. You have absolutely no idea."
For a moment there, Toby saw a passionate Amber sitting in front of him. She was no longer the demented woman he first met, she was someone entirely different. She was just….a lost woman, who went into the wrong path. He gulped.
"Michael was the one who brought me into this." She told Toby softly. "Michael Myers."
Toby held back another gasp. He knew who Michael Myers was—he was the most feared man around Haddonfield. Even Toby felt goose bumps grow on his arms from the name of the masked killer. "Michael?" Wait. Why wasn't he threatening her again?
The demented woman returned suddenly, a sick smile reappearing on her face. "Halloween's coming up. And I have some plans for us."
Toby paled at her voice, dreading what he idea of plans were.
"How am I gonna do anything like this?" He questioned blankly, glancing down at his dozens of cuts that were very deep. "I can barely even move."
"We'll make you strong." Amber smirked again, suddenly excited. "You know what might also be fun?"
"What?"
"If Michael Myers joined us."
Here's a reply to all my lovely reviewers! :D
Dramatic Ballerina: Yes Amber has gone mad. You'll have to see just how MORE mad she gets when Michael comes ;)
VictoriaxAdam Fan Girl: Thank you! I agree, even though I did like the other prologue. I just didn't think it was very...thought out, ya know? :) Glad you're liking it, though!
Funky Slushie: Haha yes it IS kickass XD
xDemolitionxLoverx: Haha it's far from perfect, but thank you anyway =)
ShadowLake: YES! THANK YOU! :D
Marnie Wolffe: I hope you don't mind, but I'm kind of using your idea :) Thanks for the suggestion and your help!
Cafanna989: I UPDATED I UPDATED! XD
Kataang rules and you know it: I love it to! :D
xXxMudvayneGirlxXx: Thank you :) I also hear you have a kickass story, I should check it out.
Joker with the Green Scarf: DON'T KILL YOURSELF! If you ever feel like hurting yourself in any way, I'm always here to talk to. I've also gotten the urge several times in hurting myself, but thankfully someone stops me. Especially with all the drama I'm going through, but don't ever hurt yourself, alright? :)
2cool4u123: Haha I'll make a Michael POV later on :D
I think that's it! I hope you all liked it, and I shall see you next time ;) Don't forget to review!
