Chapter 4
The Shape towered Catherine his over 6" stature compared to her petite figure. "Call me crazy but," she paused before finishing her sentence. "you. You remember me Michael, and so do I." Michael dropped his knife on the floor, Catherine noticing the blood on the knife, what happened?
"You're still my friend, Michael…" Michael dropped to floor on his knees, still towering Catherine, she put her hands around his back and hugged him.
"That girl was Cynthia, wasn't she?" She asked finally putting the pieces of the puzzle. Michael responded to nothing but a head nod.
The two were under a silent pause, so many questions going through her mind. Why? How could I have forgotten.
"Can, I see? Please." She asked looking directly at his mask. He began carefully taking off his mask, too reveal his face. Surprisingly his face was clean cut as they have electric razors at the sanatarium. His face wasn't pristine clean, but clean enough for someone who had worn a mask for an extended period of time. Along with his face were his eyes, the dark eyes. I missed those eyes. She planted a kiss on his forehead, and the lovers were in an embrace.
"They're looking for you, Michael. That Doctor, what's to put you in there again," He locked eyes with her once more, the look of fear. For the first time in all of his 21 years he had shown emotion to the one person he could trust. "if they hurt you, I won't be able to live with myself, you're a good person Michael." A tear collected from his eye glided down his cheek, he was in peace. The voices for once had stopped. Words began to stutter out of Michael mouth.
"I. I. I. lov- love you. I love you."
"I love you too, Michael." She responded with a smile from ear to ear.
The two lovers embrace was disrupted by the doors blowing open, along with the noise of a group marching footsteps. There here. "Police, is anybody in here?" Asked Deputy Brackett.
A jolt went out throughout Michael's body, like a machine being turned on again. He picked up his knife and began standing up again.
"I'll never tell." Catherine quivered out to Michael. After he had his final look with Catherine, he started his slow walk towards the upcoming swarm of policemen.
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
The noise of the gun shot, created a blood curdling shriek from her.
"Who was that?" Brackett asked, looking behind Michael's lifeless body to find in the shadows, Catherine on the floor, shaking.
"Oh my God, somebody fetch me the ambulance we have a survivor!" He yelled out to his policemen. Something about Deputy Brackett was compassionate, whether it could be how he lost both his wife and only daughter or that he cared about civilians, he put a fleece blanket around her shoulders.
"Did he hurt you?"
No, he would never. If I tell the truth there put me away forever. Michael's already gone. There's no point.
"He- He almost did."
"Can you walk on your own," she nodded, still tremoring. "okay, the ambulance is gonna drive you over to the police station for questioning. My policemen are gonna drop off your things at the station for you, okay."
"Okay, I understand." She replied, Brackett helped her into the back of the ambulance, surprisingly with Jimmy driving it.
"Holy shit, Catherine. You okay?" He asked with a look of worry.
"Don't worry about me, Jimmy, I'm fine."
"It's amazing how you survived, police are searching for bodies all over the hospital now."
"Yeah, he was so close to me, until the Sheriff walked in, I'm so glad." she replied, it's a lie but anything to cover it up.
"You should rest. Okay?" She nodded back at him and Jimmy began driving out of the lot. She rested her head on the back window, looking at the police bringing out Michael's lifeless body. You deserved better, So much better.