Chapter 9

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I opened the door to see a very worried man with a frantic look on his face. I must have frightened him because he brought a gun towards me. I gasped and stepped back. He looked surprised when he realised that it was just me, and lowered the gun immediatly.

"Amy! I'm sorry. I was just using this for protection." He assured, with an embarressed look on his face.

I caught my breath, and spoke with a hint of humor, "Um, I didn't mean to scare you Dr. Loomis. Although, you showing up at my house with a gun to my head makes us even."

He looked at the gun, while putting the safetly lock on. Then hid it in his pocket, returning his eyes back on me with sympathy.

"I thought something terrible happened. I wanted to be prepared." He explained.

Any other time, I would have thought he was crazy and called the cops. But after being held as a prisioner in the sewers under my house, I knew that he had every right to carry a gun in this house.

"It's okay." I said as I loosened my frightened expression.

"Listen Amy, I have something to tell you.. Some questions to ask. May I come in?" He asked with persistance.

I closed the door a little as I looked back for Michael. He wasn't there, so I figured it was safe. If I told him no, he would be suspiscious. And besides, he has a gun, he's protected. I opened the door and gave him a smile.

"Yeah, come in." I gestured for him to sit on the couch.

He smiled back with thankful eyes, then looked cautiously around the room while entering. Even as he sat on the couch, he didn't seem comfortable. He knew that Michael was here, watching him. I sat down, making the vibe more casual.

"I was worried about you. I haven't seen you in days." he commented.

"Yeah, I've been out. My friends picked me up, and I just got back this morning." I lied, while explaining why my car was here and I was not.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Ofcourse." he claimed. Then his expression became serious again.

"Listen I want to tell you that Your realitor, Ben is missing. The cops came here for questioning, since he was last seen at this house. You weren't here, but they didn't think it was serious enough to report you missing aswell." He trailed off.

My stomache tightened. I felt like I was going to throw up, I couln't even comprehend any of his words anymore. All I thought of was how worried Ben sounded on the phone. I knew that he was a killer, but it didn't hit me until now. I looked up to see Dr. Loomis staring skeptically at me, viewing my reaction. I just sat there and stared back, not even seeing anything. Seconds seemes like hours. Finally I was able to open my mouth.

"Oh my god. I can't believe so much has happened.." I whispered, in complete shock. "I moved in a few days ago, someone is missing, and the cops are at my door!" I exclaimed.

"Now, none of this is your fault. Your not in any trouble. The police know this house very well, and they know who owned it. I just have a few questions if you will answer." He looked at me with encouraging eyes.

I was still in my tranze, but was able to whisper, "Yeah."

"Did you see Ben at the house?" He questioned.

I stared at him, trying to ignore the nausea in my stomache. My silence was only making him suspicious. How am I going to lie to a therapist that studies in human reactions? I gulped and tried to speak camly while I came up with a believable lie.

"No. When I spoke to him on the phone, he said he was in a cab. He sounded pretty angry, It must have been work related, or he might have had problems at home" I said casually. While staring at the floor, as if I was trying to remember the phone conversation.

The pit of my stomache was twirling into knots. I just lied for Michael. He's a serial killer, a cold blooded murderer. I am just as bad as he is! Even worse! I was on the verge of throwing up. I had to think about something else, there was no way I could cover up my anxiety. He looked at me with a quizical expression. I could feel him over looking my reaction.

"Yes, I suppose so. But I am afraid that this house might be the cause of his disappearance. And that puts you into danger." He said firmly.

He was wrong. I was way past danger. I am captive, held in this house by the Boogeymans' command. There was nothing Dr. Loomis could do now. Even if he took me out of the house, Michael would come after me.

"Bens' disappearance is very unsettling, and I will do anything I can to help find him. But I don't think that this house has anything to do with it. Sure it is creepy, but it's been very inviting." I assured.

His eyes grew confused. "Inviting? I've never heard that word used towards this house." he remarked.

"Sure, it's got creepy its moments, but I've been relaxed here. Things have been quiet, and peaceful." I explained with a pleasant look upon my face.

The look he gave me was so judgemental, I felt like I was being analyzed for a lying test. I had to change the subject before I broke down.

"Dr. Loomis." I blurted out. "You were Michaels' therapist for 15 years.." I hesitated. Maybe this was a stupid idea, I might give away more than I intended.

He looked back with anticipation, obviously wanting to talk about this subject. I stared back nervously, then he nodded his head for me to go on.

"I read that he was emotionless, but.. did he ever show any signs of reactions, or responses?" I asked curiously.

He seemed surprised by my question. He looked over my shoulder and stared off into the wall, as if imagining the years of therapy with Michael as he described it.

"In the years that I knew Michael, he wasn't responsive. He just stared at the wall emotionless, as if he was seeing something I couldn't. I would speak to him, and he would just continue to stare, nothing around him was immportant but what he saw past that wall." Then he paused and stared at the floor as if he was remembering something. "The only time I saw him react was when he escaped. He made this move, tilting his head to the side as an act of confusion, or interest as if he was viewing his work." He had the most curious look on his face while he described it.

I unconsciously smiled. I remembered the few times that he had done that. It was actually kind of cute. Then I remembered what Michael had done, and I shook it out of my head. Michael Myers is not cute. He's a horrifying man that kills ruthlessly. But then why did he show me little glints of emotion? He couldn't have done it for just me. There had to have been some human emotion shown towards Dr. Loomis.

"You mean, he didn't even nod, or show anything in his eyes?" I questioned.

He looked hard at me as he answered, "No."

I was astonished. Michael nodded in response, pionted to things, even pushed me. And there was something in his eyes when he looked at me. It was hard to see, but deep down there was something. Dr. Loomis interupted my thoughts.

"Why are you asking me these questions?" He said, staring at me with extreme focus.

I quickly changed my expression, and innocently shook my head. "It's just that being in this house brings up alot of questions." I explained.

"I can see why you would be interested. This house has alot of history. A girl like you shouldn't be living here. Especially alone." He scowled at me, as if giving fatherly advise.

I was actually flattered by that. I haven't felt that sense of care in a while. It made my nausea go away a little. He sensed that something dangerous was around, and wanted to keep me safe. Even though Michael was not safe, and very dangerous, something told me that I would be okay. And it was safer to keep Michaels' secret to myself. I stared back at the kind man and felt at ease. I had to let him know that I will be fine.

"A girl like me prefers to be alone." I explained. Then I looked around the house, "And I'll be fine. Even if something does happen, or 'Michael Myers comes alive', I will call you." I said with extreme humor.

He looked annoyed at my reaction. He rolled his eyes and shook his head in dissaproval.

"This is serious. Little kids like you get hurt. You don't know how many innocent people died two years ago because they wouldn't listen to me!" He exlaimed.

My mouth dropped. I was not expecting him to get so mad about this. Then I remembered the newspapers down in the sewers. The names, and the ages of all the victims he killed that night. Dr. Loomis was there to witness it all. I looked back with grieving eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I know that it has been hard these years. But you need to know that it is okay. And I am serious, if anything does happen, I am thankful to have you here. And you will be the first person I call. But everything is okay. I promise, this house will be quiet, and danger free." I assured with a sincere smile.

He lightened his anger, and shook his head. "Young lady, you better be right." He answered.

"Look, Dr. Loomis, I still have alot of unpacking to do, and I am very tired. Leave your number, and I will call if I need your help, or if I find anything out about Ben." I attempted to make him more relaxed as I handed him a paper and a pen.

"Very well." He began to write down his number, then placed it on the entable.

I walked him to the door and opened it for him. He came to a stop, then looked around the house and back at me with worry. I gave him a nod out of courtesy.

"I promise, I'll call." I assured one more time.

"Let's hope you get to the phone in time." He remarked, darkly. Leaving me standing there shocked. Then he hesitated one more time before giving a forced smile and leaving.

I shut the door slowly, feeling like a ghost. There was too much information thrown on me in one day. I am stuck in this house, my job is in the jeopardy, and Ben.. Here comes the nausea. As if on cue, I felt Michaels' presence behind me. I didn't even turn to look at him, I just stood there breathless like a zombie.

"You killed Ben." I was finally able to say in a lifeless tone.

I could hear his breathing echoing from behind me. I turned to face the monster that stood in the hallway. There he was. The murderer that killed so many lives, a life that I knew. Just standing there as if nothing happened. I shook my head in distaste as I looked into his deep dark eyes.

"You don't even think that you did anything." I said in disbelief. He just stood there, blank.

"It's wrong! Killing people is wrong!" I shouted. His eyes still remained blank, no care at all.

I was so heated that all I could do was laugh dryly with anger.

"You killed Ben, and you're going to kill so many more people. And I'm just gonna sit here and lie for you. I'm just as bad as you are. But that doesn't even matter does it?" I shouted with more emotion this time. I would have been crying, but my face was so numb from shock, that I didn't even feel anything.

Michael was pleased to know that Amy did not tell Dr. Loomis about his presence in the house. He was expecting her to slip, making him kill Dr. Loomis, and take her back in the sewers. But she did not even give him a reason to show any harm. She did however, ask questions about him. Which, he was unsure how he felt about that. Dr. Loomis never gave any possitive answers when he spoke of him. Though he liked being described as a strong danger, he did not want Amy to be completely fearful of him.

Now that she stands infront of him, trembling, yelling from all kinds of emotion, he couldn't help but feel emotion himself, though he will not show it. He felt supported from her, but also guilty that she was now involved. This was even more bizarre than the physical feelings she gave him. This was deep, and emotional. He did not like it. But once again, he could not shake it off. He had to admitt that this girl was different from every other human being. He would put up with her fits, and take care of her for ever.

Michaels' eyes shown a hint of sympathy, but then darkened as soon as I noticed. He went to take a step towards me, then I stopped him by yelling again.

"And what was that?" I said pointing to the kitchen.

He followed my gesture, then looked back at me innocently.

"Michael. I don't know what that was, or what that even meant. But I'm going to ask two things from you. One, please try to keep your hands to yourself, and two, no killing infront of me. I don't want to know, Okay?" I said seriously. Even though I knew it was wrong for him to touch me like that, it was even more unacceptable for me to like it. I had to stop it before I could even think that again.

He shifted his eyes to my feet, then trailed up, looking over my whole body. Once he got back to my eyes, he tiled his head, deep in thought about my requests. I was trying to remain serious, but his gesture made me crack a smile. Once I smiled, I could help but let out a short laugh.

Michael viewed her body, trying to imagine not touching her again. Would it be possible? Then he straightened his head, and stared in confusion at her. Why is she laughing? Did I make her laugh? Through the confusion, he couldn't help but feel a tug at his chest while viewing her smile. The sound of her laughter was pleasant. There goes another foreign feeling.

"I'm sorry. I like when you do that.. It shows me that you understand." I said. He gave me an unreadable stare. Maybe it was thankful, or flattered?

I slowly removed my smile and became serious again. Even though I had that quick humorous moment with him, it still didn't take away the fact that he killed someone, and I covered for him. I had to atleast remain a little strong. I walked towards the stairs and spoke casually.

"I'm going to look through my bags, and see what I packed."

I walked up the stairs with out even giving him a second glance. Michael followed behind with out a sound. Not even a creak on the floor board.

I know, not an interesting chapter. But I have to give some details. I promise that this story is going somewhere. But not every chapter can be spicey. Also, if there are any writers, write a Halloween fanfic! We need to keep this chain larger! Especially since a new Halloween is releasing this upcoming October! = O