Chapter 4 - Past and future secret
Two days after her nightmare, Mairi was off duty and had the chance of sleeping in. Thankfully she hadn't had any more nightmares and she began to hope, that Freddy just wanted to teach her some kind of perverted lesson. Yet she hadn't had the heart to tell either Jason nor Michael about her terrifying encounter, even though she surmised that Michael was suspecting something.
Mairi dragged herself downstairs and into the kitchen in the desperate need of a hot pot of coffee. Jason had left in the early morning hours to patrol the campgrounds. Mairi was thankful that he had left that early and did not bear witness of her getting sick yet again. She bit her lower lips in thought, while she fed the coffee-maker. She really needed to talk to Jason, but she wanted to wait for the right moment. Besides, she was scared about how he would react. Her stomach grumbled loudly in protest, pushing all her thoughts into the back of her mind. Hoping, to find something to eat she opened the fridge. The small woman let out a frustrated growl as she found it nearly empty.
"Oh fuck me!"
She hissed, not looking forward to heading into town with an empty stomach. Slamming the door shut, she turned around and jumped back with a shriek, her heart pounding in her chest. Michael Myers, who stood directly in front of her tilted his head to the side, considering her in mild amusement. Her eyes, however, grew dark in a sudden onslaught of anger.
"Michael! What the hell were you thinking, sneaking up on me like this!"
Michael flashed her a boyish smile, turned to the shelf and grabbed two cups. Pouring the coffee in, he put one down on the table, while he leaned back against the kitchen sink on leg across the other.
I wasn't sneaking. Not at all. You passed me by on the way to the kitchen.
Her eyes grew round as she took the coffeepot from the table but did not sit down.
"Really? I didn't notice you standing there. How do you manage that?"
He put his empty cup into the sink and shrugged.
Natural talent, I guess.
He fixed his gaze on her, while Mairi gulped her own coffee down. That was exactly the situation she had wanted to avoid. She refused to give the sexy dream about Michael any more thoughts than necessary, but it gnawed on her conscience regardless. Besides, she could see by the way he looked at her, that he was thinking of something. And he would confront her as soon as had the chance too. She nervously tugged her hair into a loose bun, before grabbing her purse.
"I head to town, we are out of food."
He nodded, straightening himself up.
I noticed.
She turned towards him with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, congratulations for noticing the empty fridge. Too bad you do nothing to change that! But I guess you are too busy disappearing."
He scratched the back of his head. As much as he wanted to argue back, he knew that she was right. Besides, he did not want to argue with her. Not yet at least.
Come on, I drive you to town.
Mairi opened her mouth, then closed it again. She had not anticipated that offer. It was then, she noticed, that he did not wear his usual attire but a plaited shirt and washed out blue jeans. She squinted her eyes a little, looking closer at him.
"What? Where did that come from?"
He grinned at her widely, giving him a very cute look with this long wavy hair, that somehow managed to stand in every direction and that amused glint in his grey eyes. It caused her to smile as well, while she stepped closer to him and put her hand against his forehead.
"Weird, no temperature. Ok... Who are you and what have you done to Michael?"
He chuckled goodheartedly and took the purse out of her hand.
Come. We need to go. Your stomach is so loud, I fear there's a demon in there.
He stopped at the door, looking back at her with a sly smile.
Besides, there is something I want to show you.
He said, winking and stepped outside. Mairi followed warily. She hadn't seen him in such a good mood for a long time. It made her suspicious. And she asked herself what he had been up to in the last two days he had been missing. As she stepped onto the porch her mouth fell open. Next, to her car, a '69 Chevrolet Impala was parked. The deep blue colour and chrome parts shone brightly in the sun. Surprised, Mairi walked around the car. Despite its age, it seemed to be in a pristine condition. She turned back to Michael, who had a proud look in his eyes.
"Where did you get that car from?"
His smile widened.
It came to me. I think I name her Christine.
One eyebrow wandered up her forehead.
"Christine? It came to you? You mean, you killed someone for it, right?"
He nodded, the proud smile diminishing a little, while Mairi sighed.
"Michael, you can't keep it. When they find the body and look for the car, they will arrest you under suspicion of manslaughter. And then..."
He held up his hands to stop her.
No, Mairi, they won't. Don't worry.
The little nurse shook her head.
"And why not? Have you eaten the body?"
He snickered before he reached into the car.
Nooo, I have not. But I have a drivers licence, insurance and registration certificate all set to my name.
Her eyes grew a little wider, while she took the three items out of his hands.
"How...?"
She started but trailed off in confusion. Grinning, Michael walked around the hood and opened the passager side door for her.
Photoshop, Mairi.
Smiling she sat down onto the beige leather seats. He started the car and it roared to life.
"How do you even know how to use photoshop?"
He gave her his wide boyish smile.
I really read a lot and I remember everything I've read once.
He paused.
The rest is trial and error. And YouTube.
She giggled as they drove off. Mairi watched him closely as they sped towards the town, it was obvious that he had fun.
"Now that explained why you have been gone for two days. You were busy with your car."
He turned to look at her with bright sparkling eyes. Mairi couldn't remember the last time she had seen him so happy.
Not only.
He laughed.
They pulled into the parking lot at the small supermarket. Michael got out and Mairi couldn't fail to notice that he puffed his chest out in pride as he noticed some guys staring at his car. It was so good to see him in such a good mood. It gave her hope, that he finally might even get along with Jason. Especially since he wasn't bound to the camp any longer and free to roam around a little farther away. Smiling, she tugged on his arm, convinced, that it was going to be a great day.
"Come on, you'll be right back with your baby as soon as we got the food."
He chuckled softly, wrapping one arm around her shoulder pulling her along into the store.
Half an hour later they were on their way back to the camp, listening to the music as they drove along. But as Michael suddenly pulled over, Mairi's heart dropped. Frowning she turned towards her friend, a foreboding feeling taking hold of her.
"Something wrong with the car?"
Michael shook his head no.
Oh no, she's purring like a kitten.
"Then why are we stopping?"
She asked, though she already knew the answer. He turned the car off and put the key into his pocket. Mairi watched him closely and for a moment, she considered just getting out and walking back to the camp. Though she quickly disregarded that thought, they were still quite far away from home, and she felt hungry and not up to the walk.
"I wanted to have a little chat with you Mairi."
Mairi frowned, her suspicion confirmed. Uncomfortable she shifted in the seat. She did not like the sound of that at all, especially since he had spoken.
"Here? Can't we chat back home? "
Michael huffed.
"So you can hide behind Jason again? No Mairi, I had a private little conversation in mind."
He finally turned towards her, pulling his right foot under his left thigh and let one arm hang over the backrest of the seat. Mairi seemed to shrink back in her seat.
"You've changed, Mairi. And I have the feeling that there is something you are not telling me. Nor Jason. Your recent nightmares for example."
Mairi looked down on her hands, feeling caught.
"Michael, these are dreams... nothing more."
"Right! Dreams."
His eyes darkened a little, while he gazed at her intently.
"And that's why you reacted so strangely a couple of days back? I merely brushed your shoulder. Accidentally! And you jumped as if I cut you with a knife! Tell me the truth, Mairi! What is going on? And don't give me that spider crap again!"
Mairi bit her lower lips, fighting not to break out in tears. She swallowed hard she mumbled.
"Nothing!"
Michael slammed his hand on the wheel in an outburst of anger.
"Don't nothing me!"
Mairi gasped and fled out of the car. Michael yelling at her was the last straw that broke the camels back. She couldn't hold back any longer and thick tears rolled down her cheeks. Half blind she fled down the road, knowing full well, that he was following her. Moments later a strong hand clasped around her upper arm stopping her in the middle of the road.
"Oh no, you are not running away from me. You will answer me."
Mairi whirled around, and while trying to yank her arm free from his grasp her tiny fists hit him in the chest.
"It was just some random nightmare, nothing more."
His other hand clenched around her other arm, stopping her from struggling.
"Then why are you crying? Mairi, I don't believe you. But try again! What were your dreams about?"
His eyes had turned dangerously dark.
"Spiders..."
She choked out desperately wanting to get away from the psychopathic killer.
"MAIRI! DON'T LIE TO ME!"
He screamed at the top of his lung, his face red and the veins on his throat bloated like tiny snakes. His grip on Mairi's upper arms still painfully tight, though Mairi had ceased to struggle.
"I...I..."
She stammered, trying to think of something but was stopped as he shook her.
"The truth! Mairi, I want the truth!"
"I had sex with you!"
Mairi finally yelled out. Michael's eyes went wide as he instantly let go of her and took a big step back from the woman.
"What?"
She turned away from him and buried her face in her hands, taking a deep breath.
"In my dream, we had sex..."
She finally said in a flat tone of voice, her eyes fixed at the forest, while she folded her arms across the chest almost hugging herself. Behind her, Michael held his arms up at his sides and shrugged helplessly, face still red.
"Have I been that bad?"
Mairi turned an incredulous look on her face.
"Are you serious right now?"
Michael shrugged.
"Well, the way you screamed, one could think you were being murdered...You certainly do not scream like this when you are screwing Jas..."
Michael stopped as Mairi stemmed her hands into her hips. Then she sighed deeply and walked back towards the car but stopped and turned back to face him again.
"Michael listen. In my first dream, we had sex. And it was a nice dream, ok? But..."
She stopped looking up at Michael, who still stood in the middle of the road.
"I was confused and I felt bad for Jason."
Michael half turned and threw his hand up in a helpless gesture, before slowly walking up to her.
"Yeah, I get that part. You love the big guy. And you would never willingly betray him like that. It was a dream Mairi. Well ok. Jason would kill me anyway, still, it was just a dream. Besides..I definitely wouldn't want to sleep with you..."
Mairi looked up, a wry smile on her lips.
"Well, thanks, Michael. Good to know."
The Haddonfield native shrugged, but then got serious again.
"But what about the second dream? Mairi. I know where you are from. I know who lived there...besides you told me about your little run-in with Freddy..."
Mairi held up her index finger, shushing him instantly.
"Don't say his name."
Her voice was shaking in barely suppressed panic. She ran her hand through her hair.
"I dreamt about spiders, Michael. Crawling all over me. You know how I hate those little beasts."
She paused, looking down at her feet.
"Mairi..."
"Besides. It is not the first time I've dreamt about them. If you don't believe me, go and ask Jason."
She cut him off. Michael's gaze wandered down the road, while he jerked his long bangs out of his face. As he looked back to her, he cocked his head questioningly to the side.
"Nothing else? Just spiders?"
Mairi smiled.
"Nothing else."
He shook his head in resignation, putting his hands on her shoulders. She could not look into his inquisitive stare.
"Mairi... I've been in institutions for half of my life. One thing I've learned there is to read body language."
He could feel her shaking slightly, as she was close to crying again. Yet he went on relentlessly.
"Your's is telling me, that you are lying. Furthermore, it's telling me, that you were visited by that dream-demon. So... What has he done to you?"
Again, hot tears rolled down her cheeks. Snivelling she said.
"He taunted me. He toyed with me a little but did nothing too serious. But he threw a big spider at me, that burst into millions of tiny ones..."
Mairi's voice faltered and her gaze again dropped to the floor. She was still crying. Opposite her, Michael sighed and pulled her into a hug.
"Woman. You have some serious issues."
He whispered softly, rocking her gently from side to side. Her hands came up and she almost clawed at his shirt.
"Please, don't tell Jason."
She mumbled against his chest.
"I don't want him to go out there and get hurt again. He had such horrible wounds last time."
As Michael kept quiet, she struggled out of his hug and finally looked into his eyes.
"Please, Michael."
And then she added.
"And please don't do something either."
At that Michael finally sighed.
"Fine."
He paused, cupping her face in both of his hands.
"But Mairi, this can't go on. If he appears in your dream again, I want to know. No. I need to know and then I will drag Jason's lazy ass up to Springfield and beat the crap out of that asshole! Understood?"
Mairi just stared at Michael for a moment until he shook her a little.
"Understood?"
Mairi nodded and his hands finally left her face, as he straightened up to his full height. For a moment he continued to stare the little nurse down with his unwavering gaze, then he started to walk back to his car without another word. Mairi released a shaky breath. Now that this was off her chest, she did feel a little better. Turning around, she watched his retreating back, wondering if her health problems would go away if she only talked to Jason. Again she sighed and folded her arms across the chest, her old fighting spirit awaking in her.
"Michael!"
She called after him.
"You are stupid!"
Michael froze, before turning his head very slowly to watch back over his shoulder.
"Yeah! And you have gotten fat."
With that he took his seat behind the wheel of his car, waiting for Mairi to follow him. As she sat down, she was still muttering under her breath.
"Thanks, Michael. You are a real gentleman."
She stated dryly regarding him with an annoyed glare. He grinned knowingly and put the key into the ignition, yet did not start the car. Instead, he focused his eyes again on the little woman and in a quiet tone of voice he said.
"Sorry for yelling at you, but I was just worried."
The small woman nodded and placed on hand on his lower arm.
"I know Michael. I know."
He smiled at her, pulling a loose strand of her hair behind the ear.
"Maybe you should talk to Jason. I think you have some things to clear up with him as well."
Mairi frowned, secretly asking herself if Michael knew. But she quickly dismissed her thought and looked out of the window as the Impala roared to life. Fifteen minuted later they arrived at the Camp, where Jason stood on the porch. He crossed his arms over his chest as he saw Mairi get out of Michael's new car and a frown appeared under his mask. Mairi, however, crossed their distance with light feet and hugged him.
"Jason! You're back."
He nodded.
A while now. I was worried where have you been?
"To the supermarket. We ran out of food and I'm starving."
Jason's eyes wandered over to the smaller killer, who just unloaded the paperbacks from his trunk. Very slowly Jason unfolded his arms and went over to Michael, who shoved first one bag into Jason's arms then the other. With a grin on his face, he slammed the trunk shut and took his place behind the wheel again.
"I'll be back tonight."
He said towards Mairi and drove off leaving Mairi in Jason's care, who had already headed up towards the cabin. Mairi waved goodbye to Michael then followed Jason inside. He had put the two bags on the table and leaned against the sink, arms crossed over his massive chest. Mairi hesitated, regarding Jason with a raised eyebrow before she started to put her groceries away. Jason remained silent, watching her closely. After a while, Mairi sighed and closed the fridge door. Leaning heavy on a kitchen chair, she stared back at him.
"Ok are you going to pout all day or are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
I'm not pouting...
Mairi sighted deeply and rolled her eyes.
"Riiiight. And because you are your happy little self, you are glaring at me. Jason, sometimes you are just a big baby in a man's body."
The big killer lowered his head for a moment before looking up again.
Well...You surely seemed pretty happy, going on a road trip with Captain Jerk, while I sit here and worry about you.
Mairi's mouth fell open for a moment, while she stared at her man in disbelieve.
"You are kidding me! OMG Jason, what are you? Twelve? You are jealous because he accompanied me to the store? Really?"
I'm not jealous. Why did he have to come along anyway?
Mairi shook her head before she wadded one paper bag up with a frustrated little growl.
"He came along because it's nice not carrying all those bags alone once in a while. Those are heavy and you may have noted, that I lack superhuman strength."
She paused, pointing at Jason.
"How about you accompany me once in a while, especially since you are jealous."
Jason huffed and straightened to his full impressive hight.
I. AM. NOT. JEALOUS.
He stated, putting emphasis on every word. As an answer the crumpled up bag hit him right in the face. The big killer growled, then left the kitchen, slamming the door shut behind him.
Mairi sunk against the refrigerator.
Not my day today...definitely not my day
She thought, running her hand through her unruly hair. Jason's jealousy began to reach uncomfortable highs. She really needed to talk these things through. Michael was more like a big brother to her.
Why can't Jason see that I love him and only him?
She hated arguing with Jason. Mairi sighed, and put a pan and a pot on the stove, planning to make spaghetti with minced meat. Her belly growled loudly, causing her to rub over it. And while she waited for the water to heat up, she was lost in thought. Michael had been right. Maybe she should sit down with Jason but seeing how he reacted to the simplest things made her afraid to tell. Him.
No,
she decided.
It's not the right time yet. I will wait a little longer.
Mairi began to imagine how she would sit with Jason on the pier again, or walk around the lake. She really loved that time of the year, especially if she could share it with her love.
A heavy hand landed on her shoulder and made her jump.
Your water is bubbling...
She heard Jason's voice in her head and silently cursed him for being so lightfooted. She turned around, but instead of Jason's mask, she was met by a bouquet of wildflowers.
"For me?"
Mairi asked unnecessarily. Jason nodded, his gaze fixed to his boots.
I'm sorry about earlier. I was jealous. And stupid.
Carefully Mairi took the flowers out of his hands and searched for a fitting vase before putting the bouquet onto the kitchen table. With a smile, she turned around.
"Yes, Jason. Sometimes you act stupid. In case you haven't noticed, there is only one masked killer here, I love."
A smile lit his eyes up while he put his massive arms around her and pulling her little body closer to his. She pushed his mask up and pressed her lips on his in a loving kiss.
"Besides, Myers called me fat today."
At this Jason chuckled.
He did? Damn, that guy is either very brave or quite insane. I think it's the latter.
They both shared a good laugh. And while Mairi finished her cooking, Jason hovered over her the whole time. It made her feel safe, and he knew it. As she finally sat down, a big mischievous smile was plastered on his face. Mairi looking up hesitated to put the fork into her mouth.
"What?"
She asked.
Well... I don't know how to put it...
He paused before he looked her dead in the eyes.
But you have gained a little weight. Mostly around the hips. It makes you cuddly...
"Jason! You too? How could you!"
Mairi exclaimed laughing and for once, her world felt whole again.
By nightfall Michael returned home from his road trip, hoping that Mairi had talked things through with Jason. He figured they had. The atmosphere in the cabin felt light like it used to be. And for once he felt welcomed, as he took a seat next to Jason on the couch. They watched a movie before Mairi and Jason went upstairs. Michael stretched himself out on the couch, but despite being tired, he did not fall asleep. The conversation he had with Mairi in the early noon replayed itself in his head. He was a bit concerned about her meeting Freddy Krueger in her dreams. This did not bode well. But something else was bothering him as well. There was still something she was not telling him. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, and it was more a gut feeling, but he knew that something had changed about her. And if his gut feeling was of any good, it had to do with her mood swings and health problems. Though he trusted her enough, that she would tell at least Jason if she was seriously ill and seek medical help. She at least could go to a doctor. And while he thought about Mairi and her health, his eyes slowly drifted shut and he fell asleep.
Breathing heavily, Michael leant against the rough bark of a tree. The six shots his psychiatrist had fired at him still rang loudly in his ears and his chest burned with searing pain. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to clear his confused mind. The events that had transpired this Halloween night had made little to no sense. It was not the fact, that he had actually managed to escape the facility he hated so much nor the fact, that he had butchered his way through his hometown of Haddonfield. No. It was more the fact that his doctor, a man he had known for 15 years had found and shot him. The very same doctor he had always assumed to be a kind-hearted, bumbling old fool. Shot him six times. SIX! And yet, there he stood huddled in the shadows with an aching chest. He shouldn't be alive. There was no possible way to survive a stab to neck, a knife and six bullets to the chest and a fall from a balcony. He hurt, he was dizzy, but despite all, he was very much alive.
The wail of police sirens penetrated his thought. Sirens that got louder and louder as the police car came closer to his position. Michael knew, that he needed to move, needed to get out of here. He also knew they were coming for him. They would lock him away again and then his personal nightmare would begin anew. Slowly and silently he moved through the bushes and shadows that lined the yards of the suburban community. He hated the asylum. Even more so he hated the medical staff.
He ducked behind a hedge as a police car drove slowly by. That was a bit too close for comfort, he desperately needed a place to hide. Shortly a thought crossed his mind. He knew at least one person here in Haddonfield that possibly would not scream as soon as she saw him. But he dismissed that thought very quickly. He didn't even know where in Haddonfield she lived. Though it would have been nice to fulfil a fantasy he had for a long time.
But now, he had more pressing matters at hand, than chasing a misguided fantasy. He needed a weapon. Quickly. He would be able to kill with his bare hands, he had done so before, but a big knife was far more efficiently. Besides his badass doctor was running loose here somewhere as well. Carefully he straightened up and looked around. The police car had passed by and disappeared in a side street. For the moment he was alone in the darkness, a shadow amongst shadows. Still, the town was crawling with cops. His eyes narrowed on a small house just a little down the street. There was only one room lit from which he assumed it to be the living room. The rest, however, was cloaked in darkness. This was worth the risk. He would break in there, kill the owner and then hide from the police until they would search for him elsewhere.
Clinging to the shadows, he made the few feet to the house unseen. Another careful look around before Michael stalked around the building to the back door. An almost evil smirk appeared on his masked face as he found it unlocked.
I bet the owner fell asleep in front of the telly. Heh, one clueless soul more to send into the void. Easy game.
Michael thought and the voices in his head applauded him for his cleverness. Slowly he stepped through the door into a small kitchen. He glanced around but did not find what he sought. Michael shrugged and opened the kitchen drawer and furrowed his brows together in frustration.
What? No knife block and no damn knife in the drawer? How can someone live without a good kitchen knife?
He curled his hands into tight fists for a moment but quickly relaxed them, before reaching into the drawer.
Very well. Then I'll take a spoon. It'll hurt more.
He froze, as the light suddenly turned on. And then he heard a female voice. Her voice.
"Are you looking for this?"
Slowly he turned around. First his head, then his body followed. In the doorway stood the one nurse in all Haddonfield, he might have second thoughts about killing, yet had fantasied about killing her the most. And in her hand a big knife. The voices in his head chided him for these thoughts. She was nothing more than another victim. She needed to go, like all the others. Like his sister Judith, whom she resembled so much. Michael raised his dull weapon, holding it in a painfully firm grip.
"Michael, you don't want to do that."
She young woman said, a slight trembling in her voice betraying her calm demeanour. The grip on his weapon tightened even more. She would die in a horrible way, it was long overdue that he showed her his true colours. She had tormented him long enough. Maybe she had not hurt him like the other scum on his ward, but she hurt him nevertheless. She was a nurse, she deserved no better, all those messed up nurses deserved no better. Quickly he closed the distance between them and brought the spoon down on her wrist. Hard. She yelped and let go of the knife while backing away into the living room. Swiftly he bent down and exchanged the spoon for the long knife. There was no way out for her. She stared up into his eyes with her big blue orbs, almost like a deer in the headlights. Michael brought the knife down, yet she evaded the weapon. He had forgotten how swift she was on her feet. Mairi turned and fled into the next room. A room that was still dark.
Don't think you can hide, little girl.
He thought and entered through the door, weapon at the ready. But as he passed the door, he received a fierce blow to his wrist, that made him lose the knife and would surely leave some serious bruising. Seconds later another blow followed that connected hard with his lower back. He went down to his knees with a surprised little gasp. As he struggled back to his feet, the light went on. He turned and was surprised to see her standing in the doorway. Her feet set apart in a firm fighting stance and in each hand she held an arm long massive wooden stick. The look on her face was determined and Michael gave up hope, that this would be an an easy game. He growled in frustration and closed in on her, ready to fight with his bare hands. She hissed like an angry cat and made two quick movements. Before Michael could react, he found himself on the floor yet again, a dull pain exploding both in his head and his back. Silently he cursed himself again. From all the houses on the street, it had to be nurse Campbell's home. He slowly turned around, his whole upper body a whole world of pain now. He had heard her tell another nurse that she practised Escrima, though he had no idea what this was. Looks like he just found out. She still had not moved as he slowly rose to his feet again and stared into her sky-blue eyes, as she waited for him to make a move. It was frustrating. With her weapons she just had the advantage, besides she was small in size and quick on her feet. But Michael was confident, that he could take a beating. Besides, he already had and was still up and kicking.
Just as he was about to move again, a loud demanding knock came from the front door, followed by a deep male voice.
"Police! Open the door!"
Both jumped and the nurse quickly glanced over her shoulder, while Michael suddenly felt trapped. She lowered her weapons.
"You stay in here, Michael. And don't make a sound! And when I get back, maybe we can behave like civilized people."
She said almost motherly, before closing the door. Perplexed he stood still for a moment, ere getting his knife back. Silently he leant against the door, listening in to the conversation.
"...we're looking for an escapee from the mental asylum."
He heard the police officer say.
"Have you seen or heard anything suspicious?"
There was a short pause.
"No, Sir. I've been home and fell asleep in front of the TV. You woke me up. What should I look for?"
In the back room, Michael was surprised to hear her answer.
"White male, about 6'2", last seen wearing a blue coverall and a white mask. Goes by the name of Michael Myers."
"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell, but I'll call if I see something."
Another short pause. Michael rolled his eyes. She sounded like a bad liar.
"Ok, Ma'am. Make sure to lock your doors and windows. That man is very dangerous and armed."
Michael heard the door close and quickly rushed over to the window to open it.
Moments later the door opened and the young woman stepped into the room.
"Coast is clear, Michael. What..."
She stopped herself, as she saw the open window and the curtain shifting in the light breeze. With a sigh, she walked over to the open window and stared out into the night. Then she shrugged, closed the window and put her two wooden sticks into the closed. But as soon as she closed the closet door, a strong arm snaked around her neck, almost choking her. Another arm came around her slender body and lifting her up. He made sure, that she would not be able to move her arms, but though she let out a surprised little yelp, she did not struggle. Inside his head, Michael's voices screamed at him to kill her, yet he could not bring himself to snap her neck. Instead, he thought back to the institution. Thought about when she had offered him some time in the yard. He remembered how good the sun had felt. And she was the only nurse, he had never really despised in the hospital, but had developed an unhealthy obsession with her. And indeed, his body began to react to her. He could feel sweat forming on his forehead and an all too familiar tingling in his groin. And somehow the young woman seemed to feel, that he had no intention to harm her. At least not yet.
Michael dragged her into the living room, where the blinds were shut. He was curious. Why hadn't she told him out to the police? Surely she had seen the news already and she knew very well who he was. Then again, she was the only nurse on his ward, who hadn't been abusive towards him in any way. She didn't call him names, mostly addressing him politely as Mr Myers. Wasn't rude, didn't hit him. And she always talked to him with a slight smile. Though he never talked back, she told him the most random things. To be honest, he actually liked her.
The young woman waited for him to make a move. He didn't. He just held her tight against his body. She could feel his tension, his body was almost vibrating. A shiver ran down her spine, not because she was afraid. But she was enjoying the feeling of his hot body against hers. Involuntarily she pressed herself back against his well-muscled chest and her breathing fell in sync with his. The grip around her loosened a bit as Michael cocked his head to the side in confusion and surprise. He knew he should deal with her as he had with all the others, yet his body reacted towards her so strongly he could not bring himself to do anything. And despite feeling hot, shivers ran down his spine. He took a deep breath in, smelling the scent of her hair. It had the faint smell of lemongrass. He closed his eyes, trying to shut his angry voices out. And indeed they fell silent. Only then he noticed, that his hand had slowly moved over her flat stomach and crawled under her shirt. Her skin was so soft to the touch. Carefully he bent forward, burying his masked face in her neck and inhaled deeply. She bit her lower lip and exposed her neck a little more. He could see her pulse under her soft pale skin. The strange tingling sensation between his legs got stronger, as his blood started to rush in the wrong direction. He could feel it pulse and each pulse created pressure and finally, he could feel his penis grow. Again he closed his eyes breathing deeply in the attempt to calm himself down. All the while, he admired her calmness. For a brief moment, he wondered why he always reacted to her this way. But he dropped the thought quickly as he felt her hand press against his thigh. Unknowingly he had loosened his grip around her enough to enable her to slip out of his grasp. And yet she stayed with him and now her hand slowly moved up his thigh until it reached the bulge that had formed in his jumpsuit. The pressure her hand created felt surprisingly good. And though his jumpsuit suddenly felt terribly restrictive, her rubbing over his sensitive spot caused goosebumps to appear on his arms and shivers running all over his body. His eyes shot open as her free hand was over his and seconds later his knife clattered on the hardwood floor. The noise was almost unnaturally loud in the silence they shared. The nurse guided his hand down, pressing it against her hot skin until they reached her mound. Michael was surprised how shaky he all of a sudden was, as he gently moved his fingers over the area she had guided him to. His other hand dropped away from her throat on its own accord. It moved down until it cubbed a small round and firm breast. She let out a small sigh and pressed back against him, wriggling her hip against his full-grown erection. He had to suppress a moan of his own. This wasn't right, this wasn't supposed to happen. None of this. Not being able to kill his sister, not being shot and definitely not being aroused by her. She should lie in her blood at his feet like he always imagined it to be. Yet, his body demanded her with each throbbing pulse. His train of thoughts derailed as she turned in his arms, finally facing him. With a lustful gleam in her eyes, she grabbed handfuls of his coverall and pulled him down on the couch with her. He stumbled, landing on all fours on the couch trapping the young girl's body beneath him. With the last frail bit of resistance, he asked himself, why he was reacting to her. Sure he was 21 and hormones coursed through his body like in every other young male. Except, he wasn't any other young male. He was evil, or was he? He had killed so many, even in those 15 years he had been locked away. And never uttered a word since. His last resistance was broken, however, as her palm rubber over his erection almost demanding. He looked down at her with wide delated pupils in mild bewilderment. Somehow she had lost her shirt, revealing the soft curves of her hand sized breasts. Her gaze locked with his and without words, she encouraged him to make his move. Michael sat back on his heels and reached for her breasts with shaking hands. They were soft and firm at the same time and as he massaged and squeezed them, her nipples got hard. She bit her lower lip, moaning from pleasure. He could feel small spasms in his lower back, his thighs tingled in anticipation and the pulsing over sensitive tip of his penis beckoned to be released. It hurt in a good way. Michael gasped, finding it more and more difficult to breathe under his mask. She sat up, her hands planted firmly on his shoulders, her gaze never left his. Slowly her hands wandered up, until she cupped his face, pressing her lips against the rubber once of his mask. Michael almost felt like suffocating beneath it and before he knew what he was doing, he ripped it from his face sucking in a deep breath. Seconds later, their lips crashed together in a kiss. Wild and rough and full of lust they battled over dominance in each others mouth. As they parted, both gasped for air. Still silent, still staring at each other, her slender fingers crawled to his chest and pulled the zipper down, opening the coverall up in one quick motion. He sucked in air sharply, as her warm hand closed around his shaft, moving up and down his length.
This is not right...
He thought again. He hated being touched, yet his body betrayed him in an almost painful manner. This time, he yearned for her touch, his whole being seemed to be drowning in pleasure. For once even the voices in his head were silent. He opened his eyes in confusion, as her hand disappeared from him. With a seductive smile, she leaned back on the couch and opened her legs a little wider. He didn't need an explanation of what she wanted him to do. Slowly he put his cock against her and pushed in, careful not to hurt her. It was then, his mind fell completely silent and his body took over. They began to move together in a dance so old as mankind itself. At first, he felt in control. Felt strong and dominant. It was strangely reminiscent of stabbing someone. But as the pressure built and he felt it expand and throb with each breath, he lost the grip of his control. He started to tingle all over and then he was taken away by erratic spasms that send wave after wave of pleasure over him. For a moment, he wasn't able to see anything, wasn't aware of his own moans of pleasure. He collapsed into her waiting arms, his face nestled in the crook of her neck. They were both panting. His legs and thighs still tingled and he shook slightly in exhaustion.
As his breath evened out his thoughts began to return to him. What had he done? Why had he done it? He despised other humans for the way they treated him. He should have killed her. Instead, he had been lulled into a sense of false security. Had allowed his body to react to her. Even more so he had allowed her to touch him and cause this reaction. She should die. For so long he was aroused by the thoughts of killing her. But as he looked down, and saw the content smile on her face he knew he could not. By giving herself to him, she had saved her own life. He was very well aware of the fact. And she knew it too, yet he didn't care. Slowly he sat back up, silently watching her. She smiled up at him, while she sat up as well
"I'll need to clean myself."
she said in a husky voice, standing up on still shaking legs. He stared at her, not knowing what to do. As she reached the staircase she turned looking back at him.
"Don't tell anybody. That remains our secret."
With that, she disappeared to the upstairs hallway. Moments later he could hear the splashing of water, as she turned on the shower.
Michael awoke with his heart pounding fast in his chest, as remnants of the dream still lingered on into his waking state. With a deep sigh, he shook his head, willing the unwanted images out of his mind. He asked himself, why that distant memory had surfaced all of a sudden. But he figured that it might have something to do with the talk he had with Mairi the day before. Still. His gut feeling told him, that this wasn't normal. First her dreaming of him and now vice versa. He could not pinpoint why it gave him such a strange feeling, but he was sure he would figure it out eventually.
With another sigh, he got up and headed upstairs. He was in desperate need of a shower, a very cold one. And then he would forget about the dream. It was their secret, their past and future secret. And it would stay that way
Deep in his dark room, Freddy Krueger leaned forward on his bone throne with a gleeful smile plastered all over his burned features. With a wave of his clawed hand, the red swirls he was looking at dissolved into the reddish mist that filled his domain.
"Well, well well. Look at this. The mighty Michael Myers and the Hockey puck's little bitch. That's quite interesting."
Chuckling deeply the scratched his chin. Deep in thought, he stood up and with only a flick of his fingers fire blazed alight in a huge fireplace.
"So even the boogyman has some skeletons in his closet. But that is something I can work with. I really wonder if Jason knows about his little darling fucking Myers."
Another dark sinister laughter echoes through the vast halls.
"Guess I have to wait and see how he reacts when he finds out. And find out he will.