"I'm lost in my own self-inflicted delirium, the making of the plains of the abyssal. Thanks for nullifying my existence."

The kiss was short lived, but both felt a sense of belonging. Michael allowed Chas to lay on his chest, while she watched the TV, following her eyes to the screen.

The people on the screen where talking about himself, how he hadn't been heard of for weeks now, they thought his terror had ceased and he was forgotten; maybe even dead. How wrong they were and he'd found another companion, soon to be killing machine. Michael smirked, he was now reminiscent to the Beast of Burden he once was, that unstoppable massacrist. Of course, his anger was never going to be upon Chas, it was now muscle memory to never lay a finger on her, or him to allow anyone to. Chas was so happy where she was, Michael didn't even feel her weight, she was so light, oh so breakable. Placing an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer to him, feeling her. Would she accept this? She didn't even bat an eye to his actions, just disregarding him. Was she teasing? Michael tested her again, this time nudging her softly in her flank, again, no response. After losing patience, he reached for that sensitive spot, he'd seen siblings, friends, even lovers do this; he trailed his fingers up her ribcage, tickling under her arms and an explosion of laughter was finally triggered. You little teaser! "Aha-aa! Stop, it tickles!" Chas squirmed on him, but his vicelike grip on her waist prevented her escape, "Hehe!" she giggled, trying to slither out his grip. Michael all the time felt a warmth spread throughout his body and mind, a welcoming sensation to his dormant trance. Gasping for air as the torturous tickling stopped, she looked outside, watching tiny snowflakes fall and the ground was... blanketed white, "It's snowing!" she squealed, like that of an excited child, she ran to the window, climbing onto the sill and sitting there. "Please can we go outside, Michael, please? I won't run away and-and there's an abandoned field at the back where we can go and no one will see, oh please, please!" Chas tugged at his overalls, begging for some recreational time. Michael didn't approve, but he wantedhis girl to be happy, so nodded in agreement, Chas' hand slipping into his, "Let's go!"

The snow crunched underneath their feet, Chas skipping hand in hand with Michael, who wasn't used to the whole fucking idea of hand in hand, he'd hold it too tightly sometimes and Chas would correct him, getting an embarrassed grunt from him. Upon reaching the deserted field, Chas would stare lovingly at the snow, even though chills were sent down her back.

Michael, on the other hand, didn't feel all too safe, something wasn't right... so pulled Chas towards him, standing in an aggressive bellicose and manner.

A crooked figure loomed in the distance, walking stick in hand, wearing a similar trench-coat to that of Dr. Loomis. Michael's eyes had a flicker of intentful malice in them, he'd kept his weapon of interest; The Lamson knife at his wielding. Chas tracked Michael's gaze, blinking and focusing upon a twisted and distorted silhouette in the distance, "It's him!" Chas paused, "Loomis..."

Dr. Loomis couldn't believe his eyes, Michael was protecting this girl and acting human around her, showing signs of it at least. He took a step forward, but recoiled to the vicious expression on Michael's face, it read 'take a step closer and you're no more'. He turned his back, sulking.

Chas shoved the moment away, returning to the excitement of snow! She reached down, a mischievous grin on her face, bundling snow up, she crafted a ball and called Michael over; "Mikey!"

He stumbled over to her, cocking his head as to ask what, without a second to spare, Chas threw the snowball into his chest, dashing off and shouting, "Come catch me, Michael!"

Brushing the snow off his overalls, he gave a barely audible chuckle, it was like chasing prey again. He slipped behind the camouflage and shadowy surroundings of the pines and other coniferous growth, Chas looking back and seeing he was nowhere, "Michael?!" she panicked, scanning, "Michael?!"

The Shape was living up to his name, moving fluidly upon his unsuspecting prey, he slided up besides her, effortlessly swooping her up. Chas gasped, somewhat winded from the scare, "Oh fuck!" she half laughed, half hysteric. He shook his head, noticing the light was fading, Chas also noticed and realised he meant it was time to go.

This time, he held his hand out for her, taking it gently inside his palm. Unlocking the door, Chas took her scarf off and gloves, untying her whitened hair. Blue eyes stared longingly into his, "I'm going to have a shower and get dressed, I believe you'd need a shower too..." Chas offered, receiving a yes.

Climbing the stairs, Chas undressed herself; body lithe and untouched, natural. She reached to turn the shower on, the steaming hot water rolling down her body and intertwining with each fibre of hair on her scalp. After 20 minutes or so in the shower, she got into a loose fitting lacey top and short-shorts.

Chas felt self-conscious dressed in such attire, but Michael shouldn't care, she always thought she was ugly. Her steps were light down the stairs, but loud enough to alert Michael. It was as if he'd saw a ghost, or in his mind an angel, Chas was... beautiful? She was amazing, he never wanted to defile his girl in anyway possible. Chas laughed, running upstairs, "Now you're going to shower!" she yanked him upstairs, stuffing towels into his arms and lotion, "Go on!"

Michael grumbled, reluctantly entering the bathroom. He hadn't fully closed the door...

He unzipped his overalls, making sure no one was looking, he was pure man, muscle and bulk, the overalls were waist down. He reached for the mask, Chas peeping through the crack in the door, he was about to take it off, but obviously had second thoughts and closed the door.

Chas sighed, he always will be a mystery...

Now that no one was watching, he took off his mask and pulled the overalls down, entering the shower.

About 15 minutes later, he redressed, well, left his overalls half done up, waist high again.

Chas blushed as he resurfaced from the bathroom, her face wild with redness, "Oh shiz." she whispered under her breath, gulping. Michael had a lustful look to his eyes, advancing upon Chas, she went almost purple and nervously laughed. Michael sat on the bed, Chas moved over to him, before being pinned down and a desperate Michael looming over her...