Chapter 4

A/N: Okay, so if you don't like swearing, then this chapter isn't for you. Anyone else, know that the bold part is a metaphor, so think outside of the box. Enjoy, man!

Thumpthump. Thumpthump. The sound of a heartbeat; distant yet very . . close. I was unable to open my eyes. I was caught in a dream, filled with horror and pain, blood and tears.

A fog-like substance surrounded me in this dream, but I wasn't alone. Someone was chasing me. Someone . . dark and mysterious. A shadow. It stayed close behind me, keeping the same pace as me. Ahead, there was a carnival. The lights were glowing bright, but there were no people. As I got closer, I saw a man standing in the entrance, blocking my way. He was wearing all black, with a cloth covering his face. The brim of his hat was pushed down over his eyes. "Steven," he growled, reaching an arm out for me. "Accept your fate!"

"Fuck you, man!" I shouted, pushing past him. "Leave me alone!"

He grabbed the hood of my sweatshirt, but I managed to wriggle free. I had to get away from it all. I had to free myself from this…mess.

Thumpthump. Thumpthump. I was being carried. My head was against someone's chest. The dream continued.

I was running through the circus now, and it was completely empty. All of the rides were going, but no one was running them, or riding them. As I ran through it, I realized that there was no way out. I had to go back out the way I had come, which meant that I had to accept my fate in order to get out of this place.

"No fucking way!" I shouted, as I climbed onto the carousel. It was slowly moving around and around, perfect for not going backwards. If I couldn't go forward, and I couldn't go backwards, where could I go from there? AROUND.

I let it go around a few times, before looking behind me. What I saw was heart-stopping.

Michael Myers was right behind me, ready to strike. Except…he was smaller than what I remembered…shorter, and not as muscular…in fact, he was the same height as me…

Not thinking, I reached up and pulled at his mask. It came off in my hands, just as I felt his knife slide into my abdomen. Blood seeped out of me, soaking my clothes and making me dizzy. But before I closed my eyes…the person behind the mask wasn't Michael, it was---

"NOOOO!" I screamed, opening my eyes and frantically feeling my stomach to find that I wasn't, in fact, dying. There was no wound. There was no blood. Instead, there was a hospital gown and an I.V. hooked to my arm. I was being helped. I immediately felt the pain from an earlier, and should I say, more realistic wound that made me gasp and moan when I remembered where it had come from. It came from beneath a sling that my arm was in. I remembered that Michael had pulled my shoulder out of its socket, and it hurt like fucking hell.

"Oh…shit. Oh…shit. Ooooooh Shhhhhit…." My moaning roused someone who had been sleeping, totally unnoticed by me until that exact moment, in the chair on the other side of the room. He was curled up into a tight ball, if that were possible considering how tall he was, and his long dark hair was down over his face. When he noticed that I had awoken, he stumbled to his feet.

"You're awake…" was all he said, before rushing out of the room and disappearing down the hall. The doctor came in, and began looking at his charts.

"Who was that?" I asked, pointing toward the empty chair, where the guy had been two seconds earlier. The doctor shook his head.

"As far as I know, no one was in here. This is a restricted ward. No visitors allowed," he said as he began running tests. I suddenly felt very angry at the doctor, because he must've been lying. Didn't he SEE the guy walk out the door RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM? Before he could stick the sleeping drug-syringe into me, I grabbed his wrist. He cried out, which made me happy inside, and I forced it into him. Instantly, he fell to the floor. He wasn't dead. I wouldn't kill him. Yet.

I ran out of the room and down the hall. Only…it wasn't set up like a normal hospital. There wasn't a nurse station, and there weren't other…hospital rooms…and all I saw was a long white hallway… that ended in…a bolted door…which looked awfully like…an insane asylum door…

Looking around me, I realized that I was trapped in an insane asylum ward, bolted in and unable to escape the army of male nurses rushing at me. One beat me to the floor while another stuck a syringe into my arm and slipped my into a straight jacket…I fought, struggling against the jacket that held my arms to my sides. My shoulder screamed in pain and I don't remember whether I passed out from the intense pain, or from the drugs they forced into me. All I remember was falling into a nurse's arms and looking up at the white tiled ceiling, before closing my eyes and dreaming about…nothing.

A/N: Not finished with the story, so stay tuned! Also, reviews! Tell me how good this one was, or whether I should stick my head in a toilet and flush it. Cheerio!