Sanctuary
Author: YolandaFriella
Hello people! Long time no see, huh? So sorry I've been gone for soooo long, school has been really rough and all this drama. Ugh. Well I'm back! I'll try to keep pacing this story so I don't just leave it like I just did xD This chapter may not be very long, but it's very important so be sure to pay attention ;p thank you and I hope you forgive me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Amber Rarrat and Toby Carter. That's it.
Toby didn't even have time to utter a noise of protest, for the infamous killer wrapped his fingers around his windpipe, swiftly cutting off his air supply. Now he was clinging helplessly to the towering man, his eyes wide in terror and his arms desperately clawing at the fingers around his neck. Toby's attempts of freeing himself were futile and did nothing to help him.
What do I do? He thought in his panicked state. Black dots were beginning to smudge his vision, and his lungs soon began screaming for oxygen.
Toby kicked his feet, tugged on the deadly fingers—anything to free himself. The pain was turning numb. Time was ticking.
And it sure wasn't on his side.
Finally, with as much strength and speed Toby could muster, he shot his finger into the eye hole of the man's mask. It worked. Inhaling loudly, Michael dropped Toby as he whirled around to recover from Toby's quick thinking.
Toby felt like dancing, but he knew Michael wasn't just any man. He was the same man that got shot seven times and fell out of a second story house, only to vanish when police reached him. He was the man that was completely engulfed in flames, but still continued to chase down his prey. The blow Toby delivered to his eye was probably nothing but a small twinge of pain; maybe causing annoyance.
Just as Toby began running towards Amber's knife—which was a few feet away, he let out a shaky scream, "Amber! Help me! He's here! He's—"
Michael grabbed the back of Toby's hair and jerked him towards him, his hands wrapping around the smaller teen's neck once more. Toby flailed frantically and let out a terrified scream that could awake anyone. He couldn't think. Never in his life has Toby had to fight someone that really killed people, nor has he ever really got into physical fights. He just wasn't the type.
But that didn't mean he was going to let Michael kill him without a fight.
Just as Michael almost got a hold of him, Toby quickly turned around to kick him in the place he knew would hurt—his shins. It worked, but not the way he was expecting. Toby thought Michael would bend over from the horrible pain, but all the man did was flinch. That was it.
"Amber!" Toby cried, backing up as Michael neared on him. His injures were screaming in agony, especially with all the working out he's done the few days. He felt like crying. "AMBER!"
As Michael's shadow fell over his trembling body, Toby knew his life was about to truly end.
"Michael, as much as I want to help you," I told him, "I refuse to physically hurt someone. I'm sorry."
Michael, after hearing my rejection of his request in kidnapping his sister, lowered his head in deep thought. I sat on the floorboards a safe distance from him, eyeing him vigilantly, and my knees tucked under my chin securely.
Ever since the oh-so "romantic" kiss we "shared"—more like stolen—I watched him more tentatively. The trust I held for him all these years disintegrated into mistrust, for he truly did insult me by kissing me, on the lips, only to get an absurd point across. I felt violated, licking my lips in an attempt to rid the unusual sensation of plastic pressing against my "human" lips. Back in the car, I bit back an angry comment, in fear of Michael losing control once more.
I was disappointed in him. People always did tell me your best friends can changed entirely due to time, but I never took heed on their words. That is, until now. The once considerate boy I once knew was now a ticking time bomb. He was a murderer, no matter how it pained me to silently admit. Nobody knew what sadistic thoughts swarmed within his mind; only Michael did—and that horrifying fact frightened me. He was obviously planning something drastic, the knife clutched in his hand so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
I will follow through my promise, but afterwards…I didn't know what would happen.
"Michael," I whispered delicately, "kidnapping her will only scare her. She'll never even listen to you. In order for her to even, like, hear what you're saying, you have to not be intimidating towards her." And looking over his brawny and lean, towering body, I knew it would be extremely difficult to not intimidate someone. Even though Laurie was his sister, she probably doesn't even remember him. For all we know, she might not even know she had a brother or sister.
But I knew he was going to kidnap her when he shot his head up, immediately differing with what I said. Shrinking back from his ferocious stare, I muttered, "Okay, okay." and held my hands in a yielding gesture.
It was very hard to be happy around Michael now. Looking at him, he was miserable. He wouldn't even show his own face to me. Perhaps he had some new scars? Or bad acne?
I'll go with bad scars. I don't think he'd hide his face for acne.
I glanced out at the window, seeing darkness fall across the land. People dressed in costumes, ambled down the sidewalk, talking or laughing, with bags of candy in their arms. The more time progressed, the less kids were out, and the teenagers made their manifestation known with their boisterous hilarity, or driving mindlessly on the road with music turned full-blast in their car. I never got a chance to discover what that felt like—just going for a ride with music blasting in my ears. No. Instead, I spent most of my time locked in a room, surrounded by nothing but the marvelous composition produced from my beloved musical instrument—the piano. I never noticed what I was missing on, until now. I always thought I would panic if the car went at that velocity, or swerved dangerously. I never really had guts to do risky things, so that explains my mainly dreary existence. But I must admit that I enjoyed playing the piano; it was my dream, my forbidden adoration since a child. And once I moved away and was suddenly allowed to play it without jeopardy, I took advantage the best I could.
Michael snapped me from my contemplations when he abruptly stood up, his boots crunching on a bug in his foot's pathway. He gazed at me through the mask, his mysterious eyes staring at me in silent deliberation.
I stiffened under his gaze, my eyes locking onto his in return.
"Is it time?" I whispered, dreading the reality staring right at me.
I knew the plan. Michael was very skilled when it came to unspoken communication, and I had a feeling he'd be excellent at Charades, but that wasn't important right now.
Standing up, I stretched for a moment as Michael looked me over once more, his eyes leaving shivers down my spine.
"So, just to make sure I understand, I go to Laurie's house and find out where she's at? And then I come back to tell you, while you get this place ready, and then you'll tell me what to do from there?"
Michael nodded in approval.
Flicking a stray strand of hair from my eyes, I smiled up at Michael and walked past him. Just as I thought I was leaving unscathed, I felt his rough hand land on my frail shoulder, twisting me around to stare him dead in the eye.
For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me again.
But to my bewilderment, he only cupped my cheek in his large hand—the one without the knife—as if I was a doll. Confused, I gazed up at him as he gave me a meaningful look. Seeing the acknowledgment in my eyes flickering, he freed me from his grasp and I was barely able to remember how to walk again.
He told me to be safe. For his sake.
Amber awoke with a startle when she heard a loud thump. Her eyes immediately fell on Toby, who was lying a few feet from her.
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked over his limp figure.
Was he…?
Without even thinking, she crawled to his side and cradled his cheek. His eyes were wide open, the pupils rolled back into his head. Amber felt a great amount of disappointment rush through her. What had happened?
And then a shadow fell over her.
Amber slowly looked up, seeing that same familiar mechanics uniform meet her eyes. Seeing the lean, tall form of Michael Myers standing before her, she could feel her mouth drop open in pure shock as she stared openly up at him. Over his white mask that hid everything from her. She could feel her heart squeeze in agony, all the pain and torture of his betrayal washing through her like acid rain. Her hands trembled and moved away from Toby's face.
She didn't know what to say. She dreamt of this exact moment thousands of times before, but now that it has happened, she came up with nothing. She wanted to leap into his arms and cry for joy, and then ask him why he left her behind.
"Please," And then she heard Toby whisper something. All the hard work he went through flashed in Amber's mind. She quickly looked back at him, all the pride she had of teaching him herself leaving her as she saw blood trickling down his neck and mouth.
Fury laced her veins. Anger pumped through her insides, boiling her blood to a dangerous level. Amber narrowed her eyes as she slowly turned to glare at Michael, all the happiness draining away like a broken leak.
He left me, she thought heatedly. He left me and here I am, wanting to just run into his arms? Have I lost my mind? If anything, I should give him a good slap. And then he shows up when he wants to and kills my little project!
Like a furious and wild cat, Amber darted at Michael, her fingers curled and ready to kill. She clawed angrily up at his face, swiping uselessly at his mask as he quickly countered and held up his hands to protect his "face".
Amber felt tears gather in her eyes, but she held them back as she fought at Michael with everything she had. She pounded on his chest while he stopped backing up, seeing that her hits were powerless against him. In fact, he seemed to mock her by simply staring down at her. Amber thought she could see a hint of amusement flickering through the holes, and that only increased her madness.
And then she saw his mask shaking. Was he laughing?
Finally the tears broke through her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. All the pain came pounding on her like heavy weights, all the pain of when he left her. Her heart pounded within her chest painfully when she finally just fell against him, sobbing wildly into his chest.
"How could you!" She screamed, having no shame as she cried violently. Michael stood stiff like a statue, simply staring down at her. "How could you leave me like that? I gave everything up for you, only to have you leave me when I really needed you! I-I thought I was something to you…something more than…"
Amber trailed off after thinking twice about what she said. She instantly regretted it. Everything she said was foolish. Of course she meant nothing to him—this was Michael Myers she was talking about here! How could she ever even think that?
She quickly backed up, avoiding Michael's gaze as she stared hard at the floor. She felt numb, cold. As if all the prior energy left her behind, leaving her weak and pathetic.
She stiffened. For once in awhile, she felt normal again. She felt like her previous self, confused about Michael, and wondering why he did what he did.
And then she looked into his eyes, and she remembered why. They mirrored her own, almost like they thought the exact same thing.
"Why'd you kill him?" Amber asked quietly, her voice aching from her previous yelling. She motioned towards Toby, who was barely alive at the moment.
Michael's eyes narrowed into slits. He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the knife, which wasn't where she remembered putting it the night before.
"You killed him with that?" She asked, shocked. The knife didn't even have blood.
Michael shook his head and pointed at her. It took Amber a few seconds to realize what he was trying to tell her.
"Wait," She said, "you're telling me that he tried to kill me?"
Michael nodded.
The same feeling rushed through Amber, the exact feeling when Michael left her. Betrayal returned, and Amber frowned in pure hatred.
How could he try to kill me? I trusted him—I actually trusted him! Yet when my guard was down, what does he do? He tries to kill me!
All the anger she felt for Michael switched to Toby, and the gratitude of a humble person swelled in her chest. He saved my life…
The two locked eyes again. "Thanks, Michael."
Her voice was quiet, yet it seemed so loud in the shrilling silence surrounding them. It was filled with so much emotion that she wavered, before going to grab the knife.
Her eyes looked back at Toby, who was staring up at her through desperate, pleading eyes.
"What should I do, Michael?" Amber muttered, giving Toby a cold stare. "Should I let him live?"
Michael just stood there.
"Please," Toby whimpered, blood pooling around his head.
Amber walked silently towards him, her hand's grip on the knife tightening as she thought of him about to kill her. About to slice her own skin—after everything they've been through.
"You brought this upon yourself," She whispered to him, almost soothingly. "You came here, and I let you live. I sheltered you. And what do you do? You try to kill me. If anything, I should leave you here to drown in your own blood." She spat, disgust lurking within the twisted smile apparent on her face. "But not even I'm that mean. Don't worry, Toby. Death is easy. Death is peaceful."
Michael watched intently as Amber crouched down to slice easily into the boy's neck. He could hear him gurgle from the upcoming blood, and gasps of pain and desperation. Amber stayed completely silent, taking care of the deed quickly.
And she watched in mild fascination as the life left Toby right before her very eyes, and she never felt so powerful before.
Goodbye, Toby Carter.
A/N: Yes I know ya'll are gonna be mad Toby died! But it's very important, for he'll be a great reference in the near future! I thought it would be fun to keep him with Michael and Amber, but I have new plans ;p so don't worry, I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve ^-^
Also, here's a BIG thanks to my awesome reviewers:
Littlemonstermucc: I updated!
TheEmeraldDragoness: Yay! Glad you love this story :3 means a lot to me.
Me and Gaara 4ever: sorry it took me awhile to update! Ahhhhh but here it is :)
lovelyMESS: oh yes you're one badass girl ;p hehehe. Yeah, this is the sequel. I personally think it's better (so far) than the other first story, but that's just me. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Your review really really inspired me to update ASAP. Also, yes Michael Myers is ALWAYS a win ;)
xHarleyQuinnx: Haha the tension is approaching quickly! :O
BeautyFlames: Hehe hope I punished him enough for you ^-^
Fandogo: Yes I know! I'm soooo grateful for it, too!
Jack: Ok, so Amber didn't really beat the crap outta Michael when he came back, but she tried...that's good enough, right? ;p
SailorBoo: BOO! Haha I love your name :3 Awwww Im sorry bout your Pappy :( I LOVE THAT MOVIE!
FuryanDemoness19: Haha yeah I know :( I love Toby, but oh well! *shrugs*
kaaayyyttee: Thank you so much! Love your HHE story by the way :D
Dramatic Ballerina: Haha no I'd be scared to death xD I think it would hurt, too.
Joker with the Green Scarf: Thanks! Did you change your account or something? Lol I wanna favorite you xD
Acro111: Haha what would you like Michael to kill?
Marnie Wolffe: Darn! I thought about your awesome idea a lot, but then another idea came to me =.=" thanks for the suggestion though! I hope I didn't disappoint you hehehe. Also, sorry for not replying for awhile. I've been soooo busy.
HumanBoysAreOverrated: Candy Canes! Haha yes our Amber is random like that ;) Thank you, and sorry for the long update! :D
2kwl4u123: Haha Amber tried to kick his butt! ;) Yessss! Thanks for praising me! *bows*
Fire Black Dragon: Thanks!
ZanessaAndRobsten: Hehe those two days were kind of nothing now ^-^" Sorry! But it'll lighten up, I promise!
8yume: I know! *jumps up and down*
Dang people! Thanks sooo much for all the reviews you're giving me. But for some reason, I can't help but think it's all because I simply haven't updated in forever! Hmmmm maybe I should do that MORE often ;) just a hint there! Haha
Thanks again!
~YolandaFriella