Ch.
As we grow
( AN:Its been awhile I know... lets just get started.)
*9 long years later Skye now 22, MIchael now 24*
No ones POV
It's time. It has been 9 years since the institute mandated solitary confinement began, they kept Michael restraint to a bed in a lone dark room weighed down in thick leaden chains. The only noise audible in said room the faint ticks of a Thorazine drip. Its funny how often most thought Michael to be stupid, imbecile in deranged psychopathy. The ideas quite laughable. Michael is an incredibly intelligent ticking time bomb. No he may not be 100% dictionary intelligent, but he was the most dangerous kind of intelligent. The kind of beast baser intelligent that comes from pure instinct in addition to some book smart intelligence.
Over the years he had taken advantage of the in institute library during the cafeteria hours. And learned much. He was able to clear up some of the posing questions and confusion in both his past and present state of living. 'Hell I even thought my roommate was my pet once...'
'Skye.'
She may not have been his pet, but by all means she was special to him, in what way he was still not sure.
But those remain to be thoughts for later.
Now as the doors locks click out of place to his room Michael lays tense in waiting. He's stronger now, firm 6'3 and despite the lack of physical recreation, a muscular tone came natural to him. Stature combined with his new found intellect, he knew he would succeed.
At 10:00pm nurse Lisa Stan came into the Myers room to change his Thorazine bag and complete her round. Though unknown to her Michael wasn't the usual blissed out, immobily drugged as was always assumed. A soft confused stare crossed her face as she noticed two considerable holes in the bag hooked up dripping out onto the floor. Before she could move towards the door, the spork used to create said holes was lodged into her lung.
One short hour and 4 security bodies later, out walked Michael Myers into a world unknown.
No Ones POV
( Elsewhere in Illinois 3 months later)
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE SKYEEE ELYSIA!
Now elsewhere over these last 9 years, our dearest skye has made quite the little name for herself around Illinois as a singer, singing at a local bar in Haddonfield every night. The gig pays the bills on her small home and she loves the hip wild feel of the place.
She still remembers some about Michael, immediately after her recovery she felt a horrid sense of loss after being torn away from him. When she finally started making some money she looked for Michael tried endlessly to find the institution he'd been moved too, she spent nights on end following any lead for years... Over the past 2 years though, even though she kept up some searching she made peace with his absence in her life. She was moving to California in a couple months, trying to follow her career and maybe meet a nice guy for once, not like any of the douches she'd had to deal with.
Besides as of late seems like more people are turning up dead around Haddonfield, it wasn't much of a good idea for her to be out late like this anymore, for work or not.
Little did she know though the cause of those murders was at the moment paused outside a vacant window of the bar she inhabited, stunned still as a voice he had forgotten filled his ears and memories once more.
The lights in the club dimmed to a warm glow as Skyes hips swayed up to the stage to deliver the last song of the night. She had decided as she ascended the stairs, what the hell why not do something a little sexy, it is one of her last nights performing.
Her hand slinked up her body when she reached center stage, flowing its way to her flower hair clip only to pop it out and let her long curls fall as the deep beat of the song thrummed through out the floor and her soft lips parted to let her sultry tone dance across the room while the crowd pulled their partners close.
Colombian drugs, but she's straight from Decatur
Thought you were Colombian, are we turning up?
Or are we wasting time, boy please don't waste my time.
Baby, I don't just wanna chill, with you
Ohhhh
Oh, I wanna turn up on, I wanna turn you on, I wanna lay with you
See imma do what it do
Ohhh, when we fuckin I be catchin chills
I'm kissin on ya, I want you to feel.
Can you feel it baby, can you feel it baby...
The lights on the stage dimmed to an almost black, signaling the end of the little sexy snippet. The clubs patrons clapped and applauded the show, gripping their partners closer. Skye herself slipped into her coat and out the back door of the club heading home before the club wide grope session began, she wasn't in the mood for a random makeout.
" Well, I think Max owes me alil bonus in my check for that performance."
She hummed quietly to herself as she continued her walk home.
But something was just...strange. Small tremmers went up her spine as she turned down the darkened street leading to her small home. And as she listened closely she heard the slight echo of feet that weren't hers.
Irritated at the ominous lure in the air she whipped around in her heels letting her red halter dress flow in the slight breeze, but no one stood there.
"Look whom ever is out there choosing to be a creepy fuck, understand Imma crack these 8 inch heels against ya skull if you keep fuckin with me."
She continued on her way clicking her heels purposely, until a small piece of paper floating in the breeze caught her attention she reached out to catch the fleeting piece and brought it close to her in inspection only to be shocked still. On it scribed in far too familiar writing.
'Still like you better with paint on your face, Sky blue.'
The note slipped from her now trembling hand and she whipped around to be met eye to chest with an immense form of pure muscle in a mechanics jumpsuit and a pale white mask, but as her eyes gazed up what held her attention was the black orbs staring down at her of ..Michael Myers.
BAM!
The sound of her fist colliding with the side of his masked face rang out in the darkness.
" Thats for putting me in the hospital 9 years ago."
A silent pause spanned between them for unknown minutes and they just stared at each other taking each other in. Skye grown up a beautiful 22, skin still a glowing caramel, hair now past her shoulders and curves incredibly defined. Michael face hidden but body so tall and strong muscles working against the fabric of his clothes. They both indeed took notice of each others, but more than that a peace fell over them a kind of peace and happiness that comes from being reunited with a true friend.
Skye flung herself at Michael arms around his neck, legs around his waist crushing him to her in a tight embrace.
" I missed you…..dickhead."
Hesitantly Michaels hands met around her waist cradling her still short 5'4 frame to him.
'...Pet.'
( YESSSS I know I suck for taking so long to get this up X( but I've been busy and having just so much emotional stuff goin on. I'm so sorry. Please review and let me know what yall think of the chapter.
If anyone wants to listen to the song Skye sang just search up on youtube Jacquees- Persian Rugs)