Chapter: Being Put into a Trance
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She never thought it would be hard to hide someone in her home, but she was finding out first hand that it was very hard to hide someone in her home, especially someone that was around six feet eight inches in height and had a broad, muscular body. Someone that happened to be a wanted criminal since this particular someone had caused chaos on Halloween night. Someone that added more fear on Halloween than ever before. Someone that many in the town of Haddonfield began to nickname as the boogeyman. Yet this someone was who Remedy Kane personally known.
"Michael, you can't peek out the window like that."
Michael Myers, that particular someone, stepped back from the front windows and made a slight face upon being commanded like a child. Remedy let out a small sigh, not blaming him for shooting her a displeasure facial expression. He was trapped in the house during the whole day until the sun went down and there was no sign of anyone out in the streets during the night.
There were a couple times that they had a close call with either neighbors or Dr. Loomis came snooping around, asking a serious of questions. Remedy managed to get Loomis from bugging her anymore, especially when she threaten him that she would call the cops to kick him off her property. She never did like the psychologist that was Michael's doctor since he was first admitted as a kid in Smith's Grove. When she came to realize that Dr. Loomis was making profits off of being Michael's psychiatrist, Remedy found herself disliking the man that aimed to gain popularity off his studies.
Remedy stood up from the couch in the living room to move toward Michael, reaching out to press her hand against his back and between his shoulder blades. She felt Michael tense only for a brief moment since he was still getting use to touches from another.
"I am sorry for that. I just want you to not be seen and taken away." Remedy told him softly, bowing her head a little and her hand to slide off his back.
There was a rough hand that touched the side of her neck that made her to look up to see Michael staring down at her with dark eyes. She gave a small grin as she noted that Michael touched her to show her that he understood her concerns.
There were still times that Michael would not speak and there were other times that he would surprise her with a few words. His voice was rough and deep, and clearly showed that he had not used his voice for a long time. She was happy about the fact that Michael would talk to her, but she was thrilled with the fact that Michael was comfortable to not wear his mask around her in the house.
Remedy shut her eyes as she felt his thumb rub small circles against the side of her throat. The thumb stop it motion and she went to open her eyes, but felt a rough pair of lips against her own. A small groan escaped her as she kissed Michael back, pressing herself closer to him.
Being together for the past month, Remedy came to see that Michael enjoy touching her every chance that he got. She did not complain as she enjoyed the intimate and affectionate actions that Michael shown her and only her. Also, she came to find out that Michael greatly enjoy taking her to bed, or since they were becoming comfortable with each other in an intimate away, he enjoyed having her anywhere. Not that she would complain since she enjoyed being with Michael in all sorts of ways.
Thick, strong arms came to wrap around her body and lifted her up as if she weighed absolutely nothing. Her back met the wall, her hands sunk into his long hair, and their lips were moving against each other in a rough way that only intensified their pleasure for one another even more. Remedy felt Michael's hands gripping her hips, but came to tug at the waistline of her sweatpants.
They would not be seen from outside if someone managed to peek inside the house, but the sounds might be heard since Remedy found herself crying out in pleasure as Michael was taking her up against the wall. Their pants were shredded from their bodies, tossed to the side in a heap.
There was a low growl that escaped from Michael as Remedy's teeth sunk into his shoulder, her nails digging through the t-shirt that Michael wore. Her legs were locked around his broad back, tightening to keep Michael as close as possible to her. She wonder if her back would have a bruise on it afterwards as Michael seem to have the idea to pound her into the wall like a hammer hitting a nail.
Remedy found herself crying out Michael's name and squeezing her limbs around him, feeling the familiar tighten up of the muscles and then release, causing her muscles to get small spasms. A few more gasp and groan escaped her as Michael continued to move with a hurry pace until a low growl escaped him. The twitch of his hips bumped against her a little bit more, milking out his release.
She dropped her head back against the wall, panting. Strong arms held her up against his body, and she was thankful because she felt like jelly. Every time that she done this with Michael, it never got tedious. It was very passionate.
Michael carried them over to the couch where he set Remedy down onto the couch. He stood up and he walked over to their pants on the ground, picking them up and he brought them back over to the couch. Remedy gave a small smile as she accepted her sweatpants back from Michael and she pulled them back on. Her eyes were on Michael as he tugged his own sweatpants up and then he was walking over to the front windows, pushing the curtain open a little to peek outside.
This time, Remedy did not say anything as Michael peeked out the window and let out a low grunt, letting go of the curtains to walk over toward her. He stood by the couch, causing her to look up at him, wondering what he was thinking.
"Is something the matter? Is someone here?"
A shake of the head made her to feel a sense of relief.
"I need to go to the store to get a few things. Do you need anything?" Remedy asked, pushing herself off the couch and she took a couple of steps, mentally happy that her legs did not feel like jelly anymore.
There was a small shake of the head causing her give a nod in return. She walked around from him, heading up the stairs to go to her bedroom where she will change into a pair of jeans and sneakers to head to the store. As she turned away from her dresser, she almost jump due to Michael in her bedroom doorway. She had to question him one of these days on how he walked so silently for a man his size.
Remedy stared at Michael as he stood there with a blank expression. She did not know what he wanted, but she wouldn't know what he wanted unless he said something. Her mouth open up to question him, but he walked to the closet where his clothes were and pulled out a flannel plaid shirt and jeans.
"Michael?"
Nothing else came from her as she watched as Michael dressed up in the red and black plaid flannel shirt and jeans. He disappeared into the connected on bathroom, but reappear with his long light blondish brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail.
"Michael, are you signaling to me that you are going with me?"
Michael pulled on a baseball cap next, tugging it downward to shadow his face. He gave a small nod to her question making her to let out a low sigh, rubbing the palms of her hands against her eyes. She wanted to tell him no, but he was a grown man. She prayed that nothing went wrong, that no body recognized him. She prayed that everything went smoothly.
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There were eyes on them. Not because the man that walked beside her was the notorious killer, Michael Myers. No, that was not it. It was the fact that Michael stood about six feet and eight inches in height. He was past the average height of a male.
Remedy kept her focus on shopping for a few necessaries that she needed for the house. She held back a snicker when Michael grabbed a package of cookies and dropped them into the shopping cart. She pushed the cart around with Michael either walking beside her or closely behind her. There were a few times that she had to stomp on Michael's steel toe boots or hip bump him to make him stop glaring at men that checked her out.
Every time that someone came close or someone looked at her, especially a couple of males that eyed her for a good while, she had to snap Michael out of going after them. She knew that Michael would not care where he was, he would tear someone limb from limb before everyone eyes. There were a few times though that she had to hold back a smirk when some would eye her, but once they saw Michael step up against her, they would scurry away, afraid of the huge man.
The last aisle that Remedy saved for last was the womanly products. She could not help but occasionally look at Michael, wondering if he knew what section of the store they were in. She wonder if he was taught about all of this since he had been locked up since he was a kid, but then again, he did know what to do with her in bed. Yet she wonder if he knew everything about the woman body and about reproduction.
She glanced at him to see him looking anywhere but the products. That was her answer and a small giggle escaped her, which caused Michael to glance at her. She shook her head, turning her attention back to the tampons and grabbed a box. Though as she began to leave the aisle, she found herself to slow down for a split moment to look to her left, gazing at the many boxes that contained the familiar white stick that determine whether or not someone would be a soon to be mother.
The pregnancy test boxes appeared to loom over her, taunting her in a way that had her to tense up a little. She did not look at Michael as she walked by them, putting her gaze back forward, trying not to think about the test. But then again, Michael and her have not been using protection. Even though she was on birth control, there was still a small percentage of her becoming pregnant. It got her to wonder if she should get protection for Michael to use, but she had a funny feeling that Michael would not be a fan.
The two checked out and Remedy pushed the cart fast, wanting to get out of the public eye with Michael. Her eyes would scan over ever passing person, waiting for one of them to say something. She was anticipating them to point Michael out and scream, shouting that it was the boogeyman.
There was no distribution on the way back home, much to Remedy's relief. She was thankful that Michael was not noticed. Though she did go out of town to go shopping for these items. It was a precaution move on her part, just in case Michael was recognized. Remedy glanced at Michael in the passenger seat that was pushed all the way back to allow his long legs to stretch out a little bit.
"I am glad that went well." Remedy said, driving the car into the neighborhood.
A small grunt escaped Michael as his eyes stared out at the passenger window, glaring at every passing thing. Remedy stared at him, wondering what he was thinking, or rather, wondering if he thinks about this past a lot. She noticed that he would not leave the house, and would not go on a killing spree. She came to think that he would only go out on Halloween, the day that he committed his first crime as a child. Halloween was his night to reign down on the town, giving terror.
Remedy continued to drive, not thinking about what will happen next Halloween involving Michael Myers. She just knew that Michael would continue to do what he wanted to do, not caring about the consequences from his actions.
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During the middle of the night, Remedy sat upright in the king size bed with her eyes staring around the master bedroom. It was clear that she paid no mind to Michael on the other side of the bed as she slid out and robotically walked to the bedroom door, opening up gently.
When Michael felt the bed move, his eyes snapped open. He saw the empty space, a space that Remedy supposed to be in. He pushed up onto his elbow to see Remedy step out of the bedroom. He listened, hearing her going down the stairs in a slow manner. Something twisted inside Michael's stomach, feeling that something was off about her. It was unusual for Remedy to leave the bedroom and go downstairs. She usually got herself a bottle of water before she headed up to bed.
Michael stayed there for a few seconds in bed, thinking about what he should do. Wondering if he should go check up on her, but he had to stop making it a habit on following her everywhere. He followed her because he cared for her; possessive over her; and a little bit of him wanted to make sure that she would not turn around and tell someone that he lived with her.
There was no sounds from downstairs causing Michael to let out a low grunt as he pushed himself up, kicking his legs out from beneath the blankets to set his large feet onto the bedroom wood floors.
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There was a dull look to the pale bluish green eyes that belonged to Remedy. A trance look on her face as she was walking across her backyard with a simple direction to walk forward. Something controlled her mind, something lured her in.
At the very back of her backyard, there was a gate that led out to an old manmade path that went along everyones backyards, but on the other side was woods that went a couple of acres before there was a dirt road. Remedy hand stuck out and pushed the gate open, eyes were still forward.
She had stepped into the woods and came to a stop.
The air was cool, but it look like it effected her body. The trance that she was in was strong. It capture her in her sleep, a state of a person where they could not defense themselves right away. Whatever had Remedy in a trance had captured her in the weak state of sleep.
From behind a tree, a shadowy figure stepped out. Dressed in all black with their head bowed, a black wide rimmed hat on top of their head. Slowly, the individual looked up to show an older man's face, one that had come across Remedy's presence once before.
"Hello, my dear." The man said with a smirk and held his hand out toward her.
In a trance, not controlling herself, Remedy left arm lifted up to drop her hand into his. Though he gripped the inside of her wrist, clenching hard and with his other hand brought up a sharp pocket knife.
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There was a burning feeling, a shocking sensation that made Remedy to wince. She felt herself take in a deep inhale, her head lightheaded. She felt herself shiver as she realized that she was outside, not understanding how she got there. Yet the next realization that struck her was a man that stood over her kneeling form, clenching her wrist that was on fire.
"Fuck! Let go." Remedy cried out, trying to tug her arm away, but the man held on.
There was mumbling escaping from the man that she could not understand. She let out another cry as her wrist was burning. Even in the darkness of the night, Remedy could see trails of blood going down from her wrist to her forearm.
"Let me go!" Remedy screamed, eyelids squeezed shut.
When her wrist was let go, she fell onto her butt and clenched her left wrist to her chest with her other hand. She opened her eyes, needing to see who the hell would do this to her. There was a glint of the knife and then it disappeared in the man's black trench coat. The familiar black leather gloves caught her eyes. Her eyes shot up to stare up at the man's face that was hidden underneath a wide brimmed black hat.
"Wait a second…" She whispered, tears dripping down her face.
"You will be safe from him once I am through with him."
"Wh—what do you mean? What are you saying? Why would you—"Remedy stop talking as the man finally looked up to show his face.
Remedy's eyes widen as she realized why the clothes looked so familiar. It was that man that she ran into a couple months ago when she was at the store picking up candy. The man that randomly introduced himself to her after the fact that he mentioned about her looking familiar.
"Ah, I see you remember me."
"You are Dr. Terrence Wynn…What did your comment mean? What did you mean by it?" Remedy asked him, needing to know why he would do this to her and what his riddle type comment meant.
There was no answer from him, only a low chuckle underneath his breath. He glanced directly at her wrist that she clenched to her chest before his eyes flickered back up to her. His stares had made Remedy to clench her injure wrist tighter to her chest.
"Trust me, my dear—"
"Don't call me that." She spat out, cutting him off.
"You will be thankful about what I did. You will be protected. Anything from you, you will be safe from him."
"From him? Who? Who are you talking about?" Remedy shouted, pushing herself onto her knees as she was ready to push herself up to her feet.
"Who else?" Wynn smirked, eyes flickering behind her before he turned away to walk deep into the woods.
There was the sound of feet coming toward her in a fast manner. She turned her upper body around to see Michael sprint toward her with a familiar long chef knife in hand. Michael came to stand in front of her, looking back and forth, searching for the man that harmed her. There was a loud growl that came from Michael that had Remedy eyes to widen a little. The growling was feral, almost sound exactly like a pissed off animal. She jumped a little as Michael stabbed the knife deep into the tree closest to him, embedding the knife enough to let it stay firmly in the tree as he turned his attention onto her.
Remedy winced as Michael grabbed her arm in a rough manner to gaze down at the injury. She pushed his hand away which caused him to look at her with confusion wondering why she was pulling away.
"You grip was a bit rough."
It was taking some time for Michael to get used to being gentle. It was like he forgot sometimes, but Remedy did not blame him. He never grew up with a caring touch from anyone. The only people that ever loved him was his mother. But now, she was the only one that love him.
When Michael grabbed her wrist again, it was looser. She watched as Michael eyed the cut on her arm, letting out another low growl from deep within his chest. He was not happy to see the bloody mess on her wrist.
"I don't know how I got out here. How did I come out here, Michael?"
There was a small shrug of his shoulders.
"Did you see me get up?"
A small nod of the head.
"What the hell?" She whispered to herself more than anything.
Remedy stood up slowly, clenching her wrist to her chest as she turn around to face the back of her house before glancing back at Michael. She saw Michael grab the knife from the tree, ripping it out with a grunt and then he stood near the tree line of the woods, gazing into it.
"I knew that man that did this."
Michael whirled around, staring at her with a look of surprise, not expecting her to know who did this to her.
"I, well, I don't know him personally, but I ran into him before. He gave me an uneasy feeling the first time I met him. But now, he did this to me and said some weird shit." Remedy explained lowly, not believing that this happened to her.
Remedy looked up at Michael as he took a step closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist to lead her back into the house. Though Michael eyes kept wandering around, looking for anything out of place.
"I think that I was in some sort of trance. I don't remember much of my dream, but I remember seeing a pendulum swaying in front of me." Remedy continued to talk as Michael led her into the kitchen and made her to sit in a chair.
Remedy felt lost. She could not understand why this happened to her and why it had happened to her. The comments that Wynn made toward her kept repeating it over and over in her head. But then she began to think that Wynn was talking about someone she knew, someone that he looked at before he vanished into the woods.
Her eyes were immediately on Michael, wondering if it was Michael that Wynn was talking about. That Wynn had plans to approach Michael. She watched as Michael came over with a wet kitchen cloth to clean the blood off her wrist and forearm. There was a small smile that came onto her lips at the fact that Michael was treating her with gentle care, but the smile slid off as she saw the mark that Wynn made on her wrist, a bit up toward her forearm.
It was bright red, bleeding a little still. It looked to be already healing, which threw Remedy a curveball. She could not understand how she was healing that quick already, especially with the cuts in that particular location. The mark was the same one that she saw on Wynn's arm back in the store that time, though his was inked on. Hers would be a scar.
The length was around pinky finger length. A decent line went down her forearm. A pointed triangle pointed out of its side. It was a line with a triangle sticking out of it, the line being the bottom of the triangle.
Remedy could only stare at the mark, watching beads of blood emerging from the injury again. Remedy let Michael wipe it again before she mentioned to him about going upstairs to the first aid kit to put disinfected spray on it, ointment and then bandage it up.
Michael continued to stick close to her, but Remedy saw the way that he would glance at the windows that looked out to the backyard with narrowed eyes. She had a feeling that Michael will be heading out to go do some searching and hunting for Wynn. For now, Michael helped her with her injury and then picked her up to bring her back to bed.
"Michael, I could had walked." Remedy said softly as Michael placed her on her side of the bed.
He simply stared at her, causing her to bite her tongue and say nothing more. Michael doing things for her, helping her out and staying around her was his way of showing his loyalty and affection toward her. She would not ruin that for him, so she had to bite her tongue at times, to allow him to treat her in manners such as this.
It was quiet between them, their eyes stayed in connection with each other until Michael brought up a hand to rub his fingertips gently down her jawline. Her eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the hot touch before her eyes open back up to stare up at him.
"You are going to go after him, aren't you?"
There was a narrow of the eyes and the flex of the jaw that had Remedy to shut her eyes. She would not say anything to prevent him from leaving, knowing he would do it anyway. Remedy looked down at her injure wrist, watching as large fingers came to brush against the bandages. It made her to lift her head up, eyes making connection with Michael's eyes.
"Do be careful when you go, but can you go when I go to sleep. I feel like he will come back or something." She reached out to cup either side of his face.
There was a small nod from Michael that made her to grin. She let go of his face and laid herself down, tugging the blankets up her body. A smile on her lips as Michael laid down beside her, facing her and staring at her.
"You don't have to literally watch me." Remedy whispered to him.
Michael continued to stare before he pushed himself up and sat up against the headboard, his eyes flicker around the room before those eyes land back on her. His eyes flickered to her wrist again, his jaw flexing with a flash of anger in his eyes.
Remedy reached out to grab one of his hands that sat on top of his thighs, giving it a squeeze. She soon shut her eyes, clenching Michael's hand and knowing that he would watch over her.
The next time that she would wake up, would be around four in the morning and Michael would not be presence in the bed. Even if she was half-awake, Remedy knew that Michael was out seeking for Wynn to avenge her, to take out his anger on someone that dared to harm her. Remedy had fallen back to sleep, clenching Michael's pillow to her and thinking how she felt bad for whoever had to face Michael Myers wrath.
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Hi Everyone,
Here was a new chapter.
Happy Halloween!
I know that it had been a while since I last updated, and I was going to update this story a couple of days ago, but I thought, why not wait until Halloween. So I did.
Anyway, in this chapter, I had mixed in some of the older Halloween movie references in this, such as the character Wynn and the whole thorn thing will become apart of the chapters. Some supernatural stuff will be happening.
As a precaution….Disclaimer for the story, this chapter, and the future chapters: I do not own anything about the Halloween Series. However, I do own my original character, Remedy.
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