Chapter 10 - Bring me everyone

A couple of days after Mairi had woken up, she returned to work and though she feared to get a mouthful from her nurse manager for not showing up when she had been ill, she was surprised to find out, that someone had called her in sick. Mairi was happy everything had turned out the way it did. She didn't have any permanent scars or any other health problems. The only thing she missed was her car. And though she had to walk, she didn't mind that much. Jason made sure, she would get to and from work safely.
Peace had returned to her beautiful safe haven. She felt, that the peace was uneasy and the two killers really tried to get along, and she knew, that they pulled themselves together for her sake. Still, they would clash from time to time. So far nothing serious had happened between them, only short verbal outbreaks that had one of them storming off into the woods. Mairi, though a bit worried, attributed it to their rather confined living arrangements and she was sure that as soon as Spring came it would get better.
And indeed, by early March the snow had melted away and it got steadily warmer. Michael began to roam around the camp and forest and on occasions even in town, sometimes disappearing for days. It as an early March morning, that found Mairi standing on the porch, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. Her gaze travelled over the lake, taking the beautiful scenery in. She was in her off work cycle, only wearing yoga pants and a nice warm sweater. She took a sip of her coffee, never taking her eyes off of the lake. A smile graced her lips, as a swan couple sang and danced on the water. The first hint of green was showing on the trees and the birds began nesting. The small woman took the last sip of her coffee and returned inside. Jason wasn't home, neither was Michael and she had the whole place to herself. She put the cup into the sink and plugged her earbuds to the Mp3-player. It was time for a good spring cleaning.
By early noon, Jason finally returned from his trip around the lake. He had checked on all his traps, as he was sure that it would soon get busy for him. But as for now, they still could enjoy the time, they had to themselves. Like now, where he was looking for some time with Mairi. Beneath his mask, he smiled. With a little luck, his little nurse had fallen asleep on the couch and he had some nice ideas about waking her up. Still smiling he opened the door and froze in his tracks at the sight that greeted him. Mairi had rolled every carpet up and put the chairs on the tables. She herself was in the middle of the living room, a broom in her hands while dancing around the broomstick. And while she swayed her hips to the music, she hummed along with the tune she was listening too. She was absolutely oblivious to the tall masked killer standing on the threshold. Jason cocked his head to the side, watching the woman dance around for a while. His gaze was soft, it was good to see her so happy and carefree and again he could feel a warm fuzzy feeling spread through him. He finally took a step closer to her asking:

What are you doing?

Mairi jumped with a little shriek and whirled around, while the broom clattered to the floor.

"Jason!"

She exclaimed, pressing her hand to her fluttering heart. He chuckled, pushing his mask up on his face, while slowly walking up to her.

"I'm cleaning."

His smile grew bigger, as he circled his arms around her waist, pressing her body closer to his.

That did not look like cleaning.

He said, touching his nose with hers.

But it looked sexy.

Mairi giggled, resting her forearms on his shoulders while caressing the back of his head with her fingertips. Jason bowed his head a little, meeting her full waiting lips for a long and loving kiss.

You should do your 'cleaning' with fewer clothes on.

He whispered as they parted for air. Mairi got on the tips of her toes and took his mask off, before throwing it on the couch.

"Maybe. But only if you dance with me."

Jason tilted his head sideways, looking at her questioning, while she smiled and with an elegant pirouette she escaped his grasp. Jason followed her with his curious gaze, as she walked over to the TV. There she pulled her music player out of her pocket and hooked it to their stereo system. As the music began to play, she walked back up to him, before guiding his hands to her hips. Her arms returned to his shoulders and with a smile, she began to sway her hips in the rhythm of the song. Jason stood still, watching her smile up at him.

"Come on Jason, move with me."

She encouraged him, while slowly turning him around. And indeed he began to follow her movements, though stiffly at first, his gaze locked to hers. And suddenly everything lost meaning. He didn't hear the music anymore, wasn't aware of his surroundings. All he saw were her eyes. Bright blue orbs, like the sky on a fair spring morning, while sparkling like the lake. He lost himself in her eyes and it was like his whole being was absorbed by her until they were one. And while he had felt dead and lonely in all those years before he had met her, he now knew that he had found his missing half. They were a single soul in two bodies. Jason closed his eyes and bent forward to kiss her, while they were swaying to the music. She smiled at his lips and pressed her body closer to his. Their bodies, moving together in unison reacted to each other, and Jason found himself wanting her. His hands began to move of their own accord. One hand crawled beneath the waistband of her pants until it found the soft curve of her butt, while the other one disappeared beneath her sweater, causing Mairi to giggle. Her hands left his shoulders and trailed down over his torso. Lifting one hand back up to his head, she pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him deeply. She could feel him gasp, while she rubbed the palm of her other hand over his arousal. With a light growl, he lifted her up, groping each of her butt cheeks in the process. Mairi bit his lower lip teasingly and curled her legs around his waist, to support her weight a little better. Wriggling her hips around, she could feel the bulge in his pants grow.

I wouldn't call that dancing either.

He teased her between kisses. Mairi giggled.

"No? What would you call it then?"

she asked in a suggestive voice.

I would call it ...

Jason whirled them around to the staircase and straightened.

Myers!

Mairi blinked in confusion.

"What?"

But then understanding dawned on her and she unhooked her legs from behind Jason, while he sat her gently back on her feet. As she turned around, she saw the man in the white mask and blue jumpsuit standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

What do you want?

Jason hissed, visibly angry that Myers had cock-blocked him. Michael huffed.

Gee, if I had known, you two were busy I would not have come in...There are still some things I don't want to see.

Jason snaked his arms around Mairi, pressing her back against him. He still was excited.

Then why don't you just close the door...behind you!

Michael shrugged and turned towards the door.

Fine. I just wanted to let you know, that a truck arrived on the other side of the lake. At the cottage.

He stopped at the threshold, his hand on the doorknob.

But I'll leave you to your mating dance.

Jason growled deeply, causing Michael to turn around fully, yet he did not move otherwise. As much as he wanted to kill these intruders, he just could not just leave his Mairi alone. His gaze snapped down towards her, however, as he felt her little warm hand on his forearm.

"Go, Jason. I'll finish here while you're away."

She paused before adding with a suggestive tone of voice.

"And when you'll return, I'm all yours."

Jason smiled, his huge hands on either side of her face. A moment he just stared into her beautiful eyes, before he kissed her deeply. At the door, Michael rolled his eyes and turned away from the lovers.

Somebody, help me, please. If I have to see this more often I'll call Loomis for counselling sessions.

He muttered, hurrying out of the cabin and vanishing into the nearby forest.

Jason made his way around the lake, looking for the truck Michael had told him about, yet did not find any trace of it, until he came to a cottage. There his steps faltered a moment and unbitten memories surfaced. This place was once known as Higgin's Haven. Higgins, that name had caused so much misery. Images flashed before his inner eye, of Mairi's terrified face, as he was tortured by Chris Higgins. He took a deep breath and walked up to the cabin. Chris was dead, that place was empty and derelict and he had more pressing needs to attend to. And he hoped for Myers sake, that there were people intruding on his land. He took a careful look around walking back and forth in front of the cabin. And then he saw the freshly made tire tracks on the sandy ground. A smirk appeared beneath his mask. So Myers had been right, and someone had come to this place. Kneeling down, he inspected the tracks. It looked like the car had backed up and driven away a while back, but there were also 4 sets of different footprints. A couple of them heading to and from the cottage, and two sets went into the forest. His smile widened. Hunters. Excited, Jason drew his machete. If those people were indeed hunters, they would give him a good chase. And as his hulking form disappeared into the thick foliage of the forest, a dark shape emerged from the shadows. Cold, nearly black eyes stared into the direction Jason had disappeared in, not moving for a long while. Then, with a visible jolt, the shape turned away.
By dusk, a black truck rolled up to the cottage and only moments later a pair of hunters entered the building, each one carrying grocery bags and six-packs of beer. Upon entering they found everything dark and cold. The men shared a slightly confused look, then the smaller slightly heavy set guy groaned.

"Hey. Where are those retards? They were supposed to be here by nightfall."

The other one shrugged.

"You know, what happens when the hunt gets to you. Don't tell me, you've never lost track of time."

James chuckled.

"Yeah right!"

He stepped into the kitchen and put his bags on the counter.

"Means, more egg, beacon and beer for us."

By the time, they were ready for dinner, it was already dark and the wind outside had picked up. With his beer bottle in his hand, Kirk stood over by the window and looked out.

"I don't know, James. They should be back by now."

He paused, walking over to the table, where James stuffed himself with eggs and beacon.

"You know the legend of this place? You know, that a bunch of teenagers were murdered in this very cabin?"

James froze for a moment and looked up, before resuming to chew and swallow. He opened his mouth to answer, just as the lights in the cabin went out and plunged them into darkness. James jumped up.

"What the hell..."

He hissed, but Kirk, being a lot more composed set his bottle on the table and grabbed a torch from a shelf.

"Maybe a fuse blew. I'll be right back."

With that he left the cottage, leaving James alone in the dark. The hunter looked around with discomfort. Of course, he had heard about the death curse, but he wasn't aware that this abandoned holiday home was part of it. He retrieved his hunting rifle form it's place next to the door and pressed it against his chest. It made him feel a little safer to have his shotgun with him. Upstairs, a loud thud echoed through the silence, making James jump.

"What the fuck was that?"

He mumbled under his breath and slowly walked over to the staircase, his gun at the ready.

"That's exactly what happens in horror movies..."

Again a thud came from the upstairs, and then two more. James began to climb the stairs, yet was stopped halfway by another loud thud. He began to wonder, what made this thudding sound. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs. And it was a periodically occurring sound. His grip on his gun tightened and sweat began to pearl on his forehead. Slowly he made his way to the upper level only to stop again in the dark hallway. The silence and darkness felt oppressing, the little ambient light that fell in through a window only helped to create the gloomy atmosphere. He listened, but all he could hear apart from the loud thudding was his own ragged breathing and his own pulse in his ears. Nervously, James licked his suddenly very dry lips and inched forward, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. He passed four half-closed doors, briefly checking the rooms. But they were dark and empty. Finally, he arrived at the last door on the end of the hallway. It was closed, but the source of the thudding came definitely out of the room behind the door. James wiped the palms of his sweaty hands on his pant legs and reached for the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob and gave the door a soft shove. He let it swing open on creaking hinges while holding his rifle at the ready. A silvery light fell into the room, casting a pale rectangle on the dark hardwood floor. Carefully he stepped into the room and pointed his gun at the corners of the room. It was as empty as the rest of the upper floor. A cupboard stood to his right and a table with one chair to his left. Outside the wind picked up a little, pushing the window open. It fell shut with the same dull thudding sound he had heard. James released a shaky breath he hadn't even realised he was holding. He turned towards the threshold and leaned his rifle against the wall before stepping towards the open window, silently cursing his own foolishness under his breath. He grabbed the window and tried to press it shut. The window's hinges were rusty and wouldn't budge on the first try. Behind James, a dark shape stood motionless in the shadow of the open door, watching the man struggle with the window for a while. Then, silent as a ghost, the shape crept towards James with well-measured steps. The long kitchen knife gleamed in the light falling in through the window. James finally managed to lock the latches and turned around, finding him eye to eye with an emotionless white face. His eyes widened in horror and he took a step back.

"Hey! Asshole! That isn't funny!"

He wanted to sound angry and confident, but his voice was little more than a shaky little shriek. Beneath his mask, Michael Myers smirked. He could smell the man's fear and it fuelled his own excitement. He raised his hand slightly, again catching the moonlight with his blade. The knife finally caught James' attention and his eyes widened a little more. He opened his mouth to say something, but Michael's arm shot forward in a quick motion. His hand closed around the chubby man's throat and lifted him to the tip of his toes with ease, while simultaneously pushing him back against the wall. James tried to scream, tried to pry the fingers away from his throat, but Michael held him with a vice-like grip, cutting the air supply short. And then James was lifted into the air by the man in the plain white mask. The hunter grunted and gasp, while he got dizzy, his lungs burning for air. Slowly Michael lifted his other hand until the tip of his big knife hovered only inches away from the man's heart. Downstairs the front door fell shut, causing Michael's smirk to widen. He plunged his knife forward with brute strength, watching it disappear in James' chest. He could hear the sternum crack, as the knife went through the bone and exit the body on the back, hitting the wooden wall. Twisting the knife a little, Michael yanked it out of the body with a satisfying wet sound. He still had the body in a firm grasp, he did not want to draw the other man's attention to him just yet. He wanted to play a little bit more. Downstairs, he heard Kirk calling out for James, telling him that he needed his help with something. Still smirking evilly, Michael opened the cupboard and stuffed the body inside, nonchalantly breaking the legs, to make it fit into the tight space. Taking a last look at his handiwork he silently closed the door and melted back into the shadows.
Kirk stopped halfway up the stairs.

"James! Come on, cut that shit! I think we have a problem!"

He listened a moment but received no answer. The whole cottage was eerily quiet. Nervously, he ran his fingers through his short hair. He had found a dead rat in the fusebox, grilled to a black crisp. After all, he had heard of that place, Kirk found it hard to believe that this was just a mere coincidence. He swallowed hard, climbing the last few steps to reach the top level. The hallway lay in deep shadowy silence that boded of an impending doom. He released the safety of his handgun and went over to the first door. He gave the door a soft shove and peered into the room. Aside from pieces of furniture, the room seemed to be empty. Kirk turned around to the door on the opposite side and repeated the process. He never noticed the white face, that appeared on the threshold of the room behind him. Kirk peeked into the second room.

"James?"

He asked in a hushed voice but again received no answer. As he turned to the next set of doors, a cold shiver ran down his spine. All of a sudden, he felt uncomfortable, felt watched and the small hallway felt crowded. He took a quick look over the shoulder but saw nothing but deep shadows. He crept down the hall, pressing his back against the wall and looked into the next two rooms, only to find them empty. Finally, Kirk stepped away from the wall and in front of the last closed door at the far end of the hallways. Behind him, Michael moved in the shadows, yet carefully keeping his distance to his prey. He was enjoying the thrill of the hunt far too much to spoil his fun just yet. He had missed that kind of excitement throughout the long month of winter and a grin appeared on his face. Kirk had made his way into the last room and stood in front of the lone cupboard. A deep frown had appeared on his face as he inhaled a scent he knew too well. It was the scent of freshly shed blood. Kirk whirled around as he heard the floorboard creak behind him. The dark shape of a man stood on the threshold, his face ghostly white in the silvery ambient light while his eyes were only deep black spots. Kirk hastily raised his gun and took a step back, only to slip on something wet. His legs flew high into the air and in startled surprise, he pulled the trigger. A shot rang out in the silence of the night, followed by the dull thud as Kirk's back connected painfully with the hardwood floor. The wind was knocked out of the hunter's lungs and his ears rang from the shot. Dazed, he stayed on the ground, his eyes darting around the room. Michael slowly walked over to Kirk and put his foot down on the man's throat, gradually putting pressure on it. Kirk gasped and raised his hand, aiming his shaking gun at Michael. With an amused glint in his eyes, Michael took hold of the man's hand and twisted it around with a sharp yank. With utter satisfaction, he heard the dry snap of the breaking bone. Kirk tried to scream in agony and his eyes widened as he saw his hand stick out at a weird angle. But due to the killer's weight on his throat, he only produced a wet wheezing. Michael let go of his trusty knife and plugged the gun from the hunter's hand. A moment, he turned the gun in his hand, contemplating what he would do with it. Then he grabbed it tightly by the barrel and brought it down hard on the man's skull. The barrel entered the brain through the forehead and sent Kirk's body into seizures. It made Michael smile, as he felt the spasm slowly die out beneath the sole of his boot. Still grinning he crouched down and searched the hunter's pockets until his fingers closed around a small metallic object. His grin widened.

Perfect!

He thought, quickly and routinely cleaning his knife before he stood up and left the room and entered the dark hallway. He more felt than saw the movement to his side and out of reflex he raised his knife, blade forward in defence. Seconds later the wail of metal hitting metal filled the eerie silence of the hallway and Michael's arm vibrated painfully as he countered the unexpected strike. A huge strong hand closed around his throat painfully tight and Michael was pushed against the wall. With a growl, Michael pulled his knee up and kicked the other, bigger man into the guts. He was rewarded with a grunt and the hand disappeared from his throat. His attacker stumbled backwards and into a square of light. Michael's eyes narrowed as he saw the ivory sheen of a hockey-mask and the glint of a long blade.

Damn it you fucktard!

Michael hissed in sheer anger. Jason straightened and the tip of his machete sunk down.

What are you doing here?

Michael huffed, straightening his jumpsuit out.

You really think I would leave all the fun to you alone?

The tall man in the hockey-mask sheathed his machete and crossed his arms in front of his massive chest. His gaze was cold as he asked.

I thought Mairi cured you of your curse.

Beneath his mask, Michael rolled his eyes.

Oh Jason, please. You can take the curse from a killer but never the excitement of the hunt. You of all people should know.

Jason shrugged and turned around.

Whatever...

He could care less about the motives of the smaller man. Michael cocked his head to the side, watching the other killer's retreating form, before following him downstairs.

Where are you going?

Jason stopped and turned, an amused glint in his eyes.

What do you think? Home to Mairi. The hunt was exciting.

He paused, considering the other man.

I would appreciate it if you just stay away from our cabin for a while.

With that, he left a Michael Myers behind in the cottage. The killer shook himself with a sigh, before looking at the object in his hand. It was the key to the truck outside. A smile crept across his face again.

Mairi sighed and let herself fall onto the couch. Looking around she was satisfied with her day's work. Everything was cleaned and dust free. With a smile, she made herself comfortable and looked out of the window. It was already dark outside and she wondered when Jason would return home. And how he would be. She always feared that he would get hurt. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the time she came here. Never had she thought, she would fall in love with the infamous killer that stalked the campgrounds. He had scared her good when he had held her captive. She really had thought, he would kill her. And then he had allowed her to see a totally different side of him when she had found him injured. Had shown her his gentle side. Still smiling she drifted into a slumber.
A slumber, she was awoken from only half an hour later, as heavy footsteps on the porch announced Jason's arrival. Anxiously Mairi stood up and glanced over at the door. Seconds later it flew open with such force, that it bounced off the wall. The hulking figure of Jason Voorhees entered, covered in blood and machete drawn. Mairi froze, narrowing her eyes on Jason. Something seemed off about him, how he was just standing there, machete clenched in his fist and eyes fixed on her. It reminded her of the day they had met and a spark of fear blossomed in her heart.

"Jason?"

She whispered, concern rich in her voice. He did not react to her, only kept staring at the woman in absolute silence. The nurse bit her lips, wondering what had happened to the loving man she had danced with a couple of hours earlier. Jason's whole chest and shoulders heaved as he took in a big breath before he slowly stalked into the room. He took long determined strides, causing the little woman to back away. And then her gaze met his. His eyes were neither cold nor black, yet swirled with another emotion. Cocking her head to the side, Mairi backed away from him further, while pulling her t-shirt down over her shoulder, revealing her tattoo. With a light growl, Jason tried to grab the little woman, but she evaded his hand and brought the couch between her and the masked killer.

"Aww, Mr Voorhees, you scare me."

She said smiling while backing away towards the kitchen. She pulled on her shirt a little more, half exposing her breast. The machete clattered to the floor, while he followed her. Mairi giggled as he tried to grab her again. But Mairi fled light on her feet, around the kitchen table. And Jason gave chase with slow deliberate movements, which only fuelled his excitement. And while he hunted her, he first lost his jacket and then his mask. Mairi pulled a chair out and into his way and sprinted into the living room again. But just as she reached the couch, he caught up with her. His strong arms wrapped around her midsection, pressing her close against his firm body. Through the light material of her yoga pants, Mairi could already feel how excited Jason was and it sent welcomed chills through her body. She leant forward, wriggling her bottom against the bulge in his pants. Jason growled deeply, bending forward. He pressed her butt firmly against his arousal with one hand on her stomach, while his other cupped her breast and massaged it, toying with her nipple. He nibbled her shoulder, before leaving a trail of kisses up her neck until he reached her ear, sucking the lope. Mairi felt herself go wet, yet she wanted the game to continue. She turned and unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants to free his massive boner from his denim prison. And while she reached up with one hand, pulling his head down to meet his lips with her own, her other hand closed around his shaft, moving up and down his member with firm gentle strokes. She could feel it grow bigger and harder, so she picked up the pace a bit, retracting her other hand to cup his balls. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip in pleasure as he let his hands roam over her body. And while he enjoyed her fondling him, he missed the mischievous look Mairi gave him. She knelt down in front of him, holding the base of his shaft with one hand and circling her tongue around his tip. He leant his head back, biting his lower lip to keep himself from moaning, while she continued to suck his dick. Her hands roamed over his abs and hooked into the waistband of his pants. She pushed his pants down, until they rested right above his knees. She licked the length of his shaft then quickly pulled the belt tight and buckled it up. Jason's eyes snapped open and he looked down, while Mairi kissed the tip of his cock. Then she quickly moved away from his grasp.

"Come and get me, Mr Voorhees."

Mairi teased in a low husky voice and disappeared into the kitchen again. Jason growled with a hint of frustration and excitement alike pulling on the belt buckle. His frustration grew as he the belt buckle would not budge. By the time he entered the kitchen, he had lost his pants and only wore his shirt. He stopped dead in his tracks, as he saw her sitting on the counter, only in her underwear and with his mask on. A mask that was definitely too big for her. A smile appeared on his face while he made a low rumbling sound deep in his chest. Deliberately slow he stalked over to his prey, licking his lips like a hungry wolf. His manhood erect, as the sign of his needy excitement. This time he didn't even bother to remove her undies, he ripped them clean of her body. Mairi hissed, as the fabric brushed past her wet throbbing pussy. Jason pulled her closer to the edge of the counter and couldn't help from moaning softly as her wet spot brushed over his sensitive cock. Gently he removed his mask from her face and cupped her cheeks.

I love you!

The first words he spoke since his return were the words that made Mairi happy. They kissed with wild passion, their tongues twisting and curling against one another. As they parted, they were already panting for air. Mairi slung her arms around his neck and her legs around his hip while he wrapped his arms around her body to support her weight. Slowly he let her settle down on his little machete. She began to move her hips, slowly at first but as both, their need and pleasure rose, the pace picked up. He walked over to the couch, laying her down there, while she rested her legs on his shoulders, to grand him deeper access. By now they were both nearing their climaxes and he pounded hard into her, driving her nearer to the edge with each push in. She arched her back, pressing her head back into the cushion, while multicoloured dots danced around her vision. She screamed out his name, as every muscle in her seemed to cramp in erratic spasms. Her fingernails left bloody trails on his back and upper arms, but Jason didn't care as he came hard inside his woman, sending him into spasms of his own. Spend he collapsed into her arms, where they kissed each other long and lovingly.

"That was amazing."

Mairi whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He lifted his weight up from her, looking into her gentle blue eyes. Losing himself in her blue orbs, as he so often did. Mairi shifted under him, so he was able to lay down on the couch next to her. They fell into a deep slumber, snuggled together, Mairi's legs trapped between Jason's.
The sun of early noon woke Jason from his deep slumber. He popped his good eye open and found Mairi still snuggled up against his chest, captured safely in his strong arms. With a smile and a good yawn, he rolled on his back, stretching his sore stiff muscles and fell from the couch with a loud thud. Mairi awoke from the noise and the tug Jason gave her, as his legs came free from beneath and around her. She scooted over and looked down at Jason, who lay on the ground. He blinked up at her.

Ow...

She heard his voice in her head and giggled reaching over and trailing his jawline.

"Aw poor boy. You alright?"

He gave her a miserable look, before pulling her down in a quick motion.

Perhaps if my nurse could make a checkup? I have booboo down there...

He thought suggestively which made her giggle even more, as she straddled his hips just over the right spot. They both were pretty much naked from their nightly activities, Jason still just wearing his shirt.

"Well then, I need to examine you a bit further!"

Mairi said, her voice low and pushed his shirt up. She froze and her eyes went round.

"Jason!"

She exclaimed with renewed worry and said up, involuntarily pressing her sex firmly against his manhood. He tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but she pressed him back on the floor with surprising strength.

"Let me take a look."

She said sternly. Across his chest were a couple of deep cuts. They looked as if someone had drawn his machete over his flesh. And between them, she could make out one bullet hole. And even though the wounds were already starting to close they still looked rather painful. She gently trailed the outlines of the wounds.

"Jason, that looks so painful. This time they fought back rather fiercely, didn't they."

Jason nodded, enjoying her caress.

They were hunters...

"Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

Jason shrugged.

I had something better on my mind.

She giggled, as he gently pulled her down to him by her hair and kissed her lovingly. He could feel his manhood grow steadily, having her still pressed against it. A lusting smile spread over his features.

Which gives me an idea...

With a soft chuckle, he turned her over.

Nearly two hours later a still tired Mairi finally got to her first cup of coffee. She leant her head back against Jason's well-muscled stomach, her eyes closed, while he massaged her shoulders.

You ok?

He asked softly, gently brushing a strand of her hair out of her face.

You look pale...

Mairi smiled, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze.

"I feel a little queasy. Really should eat something."

Jason nodded in understanding and turned to grab her cereal bowl from the top of the shelf and filled it with Mairi's favourite. After adding a banana and some milk he put the bowl down in front of his little woman. Before he took his seat next to her, he bent down to kiss her forehead.

Then eat love.

Mairi took hold of his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Thanks."

Mairi dug into her meal hungrily but only seconds later, she let go of the spoon and ran upstairs into the bathroom. Startled, Jason followed her and found her bent over the toilet.

Oh, Mairi...

He said, kneeling beside her to hold her hair out of her face.

She said back, wiping her mouth.

"Sorry..."

Mairi, don't be sorry.

His hand wandered to her forehead. She felt warm to his touch but not hot.

Are you getting ill again?

He asked, worry in his voice. Mairi shrugged and struggled on her legs to get some water from the sink.

"Maybe I just ate something wrong."

She paused looked up into her man's eyes.

"Or I have exhausted myself earlier this morning."

Jason huffed, but chuckled good-naturedly, while caressing her cheek with one hand.

Then maybe you'll let me do all the work the next time.

Mairi giggled and snuggled closer into Jason's waiting arms. For a moment, they remained in their embrace, but then they went downstairs again. Just as Mairi put the teapot on the stove, they heard the rumbling of a car engine, that drove up directly to their cabin and died down there. Mairi turned towards Jason, who already had his mask on and his machete drawn. Outside a car door slammed shut.

You expect someone?

Jason asked shortly, to what Mairi shook her head no. Slowly he stalked towards the front door, just as they heard heavy footsteps come up on their porch. Jason pushed the little woman behind him, then ripped the door open and stormed out. Right down the porch, as nobody stood in front of the door. Mairi's eyebrows furrowed together and she followed Jason out on the threshold, while the big killer straightened and turned around.

Hello, Mairi.

A deep voice suddenly said to her right, making Mairi jump.

"Damnit, Michael!"

She exclaimed, pressing her hand against her pounding heart. Jason put his machete away and walked up and behind his woman, wrapping one arm around her protectively.

"Don't sneak up on me like this!"

Michael chuckled.

I wasn't sneaking. I just knew that Jason would come charging out.

The little nurse nodded.

"We heard a car drive up."

Michael shrugged.

I know. That was me.

He pointed towards a black Dodge Ram.

Thought you would like to have a new car. You can't walk to the hospital all the time.

Mairi's jaw dropped and her eyes widened.

"Where did you get that from?"

She asked, but before Michael could answer, Jason said grumpily.

That car belonged to the hunters I finished off.

His gaze narrowed at Michael.

That's why you followed me to Higgin's Haven, right? You play the goodie-goodie to suck it up to my woman!

The smaller killer squared his shoulder and faced Jason, his eyes behind the mask burning like dark coals.

I don't need to suck it up! At least I care enough for her well-being to think about getting her a car. Would you let her walk forever?

Behind Michael, Mairi bit her lips. She knew, that his words must have been like a slap in Jason's face. She could see his whole posture slump a little. Quickly she stepped around the Haddonfield killer and took Jason's hand in hers, before turning back towards Michael.

"Thank you, Michael! I really needed a new car."

She paused and looked back towards Jason.

"But, please, guys, don't argue. OK?"

Michael sighed, but nodded.

Here's the key. The registration certificate is in the glovie.

Michael paused and looked over the lake before turning back towards the small woman.

Can I have a coffee now, or are you two still romping?

"Michael!"

Mairi punched the man in the arm giggling but motioned him inside. She followed, still leading Jason by the hand, who had grown silent. He stayed silent, while Michael drank the coffee, he had come to enjoy so much. And while he did, he made a little small talk but feeling the tension coming off of Jason and seeing that he had caused it, he did not stay long after he finished the cup.
As soon as the killer was out of the door, Jason turned towards Mairi and hugged her tightly. Mairi snuggled closer to his chest, allowing his embrace to linger. She breathed in his scent, she loved his smell of earth and pine so much, it comforted her and calmed her down. After a long moment, Mairi wanted to part their embrace but Jason was not willing to let go. He clung to his little nurse for dear life.

"Jason? What's wrong?"

He buried his face in her hair and despite his massive size, he managed to rest his forehead on her shoulder and still not let go of her.

I'm sorry.

Gently Mairi pushed him into a standing position and took his mask off. For a brief moment, she just looked into his eyes, then she reached up and run her thumb over his bad cheek.

"For what?"

He shrugged and captured her hand in his big one.

Mairi. I'm not a very clever man, you are aware of that right? I was just so happy about having you back, that I did not think of you getting a new car. I'm sorry I did not think about that. It was not my intention to let you walk to work all the time...

Mairi sighed.

"Jason. Don't beat yourself. I didn't mind walking, I always had you beside me. "

The big man looked down, suddenly very interested by his own feet. Mairi bit her lips. She knew he was very hard on himself with everything regarding her. And she knew, that Michael was pushing his buttons, even though he meant well with bringing her a new car. She needed to put her foot down and stop the guys from fighting all the time. The tension between them was just palpable and she herself was feeling not too well the last couple of days, she was not up for them fighting. Again, she heaved a sigh and lifted her weight up on her toes. Cupping Jason's cheek with one hand, she gave him a soft loving kiss.

"Jason. I'm not angry with you. Please, cheer up."

He put his hands around her waist and leant his forehead against hers, nodding slightly.

I love you.

Early noon found Michael Myers stalking around the cabins, looking for Mairi. He had seen her drive off earlier the day and now was excited to know, how she liked her new car. Besides, he wanted to know if Jason had settled or if he needed to tread carefully. He found her pacing in front of her car, having a conversation on her phone. Beneath his mask, a deep frown knitted his brows together and he silently closed their distance, trying to listen in on the conversation. He was only able to hear some fragments, but it made him uncomfortable. Something told Michael, that this was not her head nurse on the other end of the line.
The call ended, and as Mairi turned around she found herself face to face with infamous Michael Myers. He had her fixed with one suspicious gaze. Mairi herself regarded Michael with a stern look.

Do you like the car?

Mairi nodded, yet her expression did not change.

"Very much indeed. Thank you!"

Michael nodded and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

But?

Mairi took a deep breath and looked down at her feet, not knowing where to start.

Has the big guy down already?

The nurse nodded.

"Yes, Michael, he has. But that's one thing I wanted to talk with you about."

She paused and looked back to the cabin, to make sure Jason was out of the big killer was nowhere in sight.

"Michael, to be honest, I'm not feeling all too well the last couple of days. I think I've caught the flu. So please, could you and Jason keep it down a notch?"

Michael tilted his head to the side, regarding her more closely. Ture, she looked a little paler than normal, but he was not about to take all the blame alone.

Tell that Jason. He is acting up all the time.

"Because you are pushing his buttons! Damnit, Michael. I've seen it this morning! You provoke him."

The killer in the white mask shrugged.

If he gets worked up because of a little joke, it's not my problem. If he touches me, I'll fight back, regardless. What was the other thing you wanted to talk about? Has it to do with the phone call?

Mairi shook her head in slight disappointment. Where Jason lacked the mental capability to see he was provoked, Michael was just too stubborn to stop aggravating the other man. She looked up.

"Yes... "

She started but was cut short as Michael huffed and threw his hands into the air.

That was Loomis, wasn't it?

Mairi nodded.

"Yes... he wants to..."

I don't care what he wants! He is a constant nuisance in my life! And where the hell did he get your number from...

His eyes darkened and narrowed on her.

You! You gave him your number, didn't you!

Mairi took a step back. She had thought that freeing him from the curse would help to calm him down, and yet here he was fuming with that deadly glare in his eyes. She nodded again.

You betrayed me! How could you? I trusted you and you go behind my back and run to that old bastard!

The little nurse took another step back, suddenly afraid of him.

"He was just worried about you..."

Michael slammed his fist down on the hood of her car.

Worried my ass! He just wants to lock me away! That's all he ever worked for!

Mairi swallowed hard, still backing away from Michael.

"Please, don't be angry. Michael. I didn't want to upset you..."

In a blink of an eye, he was in front of her, his fists curled in her hoodie's collar and pulled her up to his eye level. Mairi struggled to keep on the tips of her toes, while she tried to pry his hands away from her collar.

UPSET ME?

He screamed through their psychic link.

You betrayed me! I killed for less! How could you go behind my back and talk to him? He gave up on me years ago. He is only interested in my well being because he is afraid. Afraid I might find his hiding spot and kill him after all.

He paused, as he noticed that he was shaking her. His dark eyes narrowed at her. She held his gaze but her eyes were wide in barely hidden fear.

And maybe that's what I should do. Find that little fucker and slice him up into tiny little pieces!

Mairi's eyes grew even wider. His usually calm and composed demeanour had made her forget how dangerous he could be.

"Michael, that's not what you really want. Are you hearing voices again?"

The killer's grip on her tightened, cutting her air supply short. Mairi gasped and desperately tried to get his hands to open, but his fists were so tight, that his knuckles had turned white. She tried to kick out, but she was barely able to balance on the tip of her big toe. Michael lowered his head a little, shoulders squared, before he turned around and slammed her on the hood of her car. Mairi yelped in pained surprise.

Don't tell me what I want, young lady! Are you really so stupid Mairi? I AM A PSYCHOPATH! You can take the voices away, but I still find pleasure in stalking and killing! You really think that by taking the curse away I would become a good puppy?

Tears started to well up in Mairi's eyes, as Michael's hands had closed around her throat and he slowly increased the pressure. Her body was trapped beneath his, and as much as she wanted to fight back, she couldn't. And then he was gone. Yanked back by a set of huge hands. Moments later a loud thud broke the silence as Michael's body hit the ground hard. Mairi opened her eyes and struggled to straighten up, rubbing her sore throat.

Maybe if we neuter you, you'll become a good puppy.

She heard Jason hiss. He had Michael pinned to the ground, punching him in the face until the smaller male was spitting blood. Slowly Jason stood up and drew his machete.

"Jason...no...please."

Mairi said, her voice still trembling in fear, but the big hockey-mask-wearing killer didn't react. He drew his arm back a little more, staring down at Michael with a murderous gleam in his eyes. Michael's gaze flickered over to the small nurse. And then the machete came crashing down. It made it's way deep into the ground, right between Michael's legs and only a hair's width away from his crotch. Michael gasped and his eyes widened a little. Jason whirled around, his angry eyes focusing on the little nurse.

Again? Really? He was trying to kill you and yet you protect him?

Mairi reached out for Jason's arm.

"No, Jason. Can't you understand that I only want a little peace here."

He yanked his arm away.

If you wanted a little peace, you should have left him in that shitty little police station. He was enjoying himself there!

Mairi stared at her man in shock and opened her mouth to reply, but in that moment Jason was tackled to the ground. With an angry growl, Michael straddled Jason's chest and now, in turn, punched the taller male, yet only received cuts on his knuckles from the faceguard the tall man was wearing. Jason bucked his hip up and threw Michael down, but the shape swiftly rolled up and came to his feet again, even before Jason was halfway up. Michael kicked Jason in the chest, forcing him down to the ground again, putting his foot on his throat. Jason grabbed Michael's calf with both hands ready to break his foot, just as a tiny hand grabbed the collar of Michael's jumpsuit and yanked him back.

"ENOUGH!"

Mairi screamed and indeed both of them looked at her in surprise.

"I really had it with you and your constant fighting! Pull yourself together you fucking donkeys or else..."

Mairi struggled for words as angry tears threatened to fall from her eyes. Jason slowly got up to his feet.

Or else what?

"Or else I will not have any of you around here!"

Jason huffed.

This is my camp. Besides, I'm not the one who started it! That honour goes to Captain Butt here.

Mairi's head snapped up to him and she stabbed her index finger at his chest.

"I don't care! You two are like cat and dog! I will not tolerate any violent behaviour of you two any longer. If you want to kill yourselves, fine! But without me!"

She stopped, looking them both in the eyes.

"If I catch you fighting only one more time I'll be gone! And I don't care who started it and why!"

Jason huffed

Aw Mairi you can't be serious

She turned to look him deep in the eye, her gaze unwavering and her eyes hard.

"The next fight, Jason!"

She said in a stern tone of voice, then spun around on her heels and went up to the cabin.

"Oh and Michael. Loomis will come here for a visit! Deal with it!"

Michael folded his arms over his chest.

Who the hell gave you the right to boss me around! He comes here, he's dead!

Mairi looked at him with cold eyes.

"Shut up, Myers!"

A moment later the door to the main cabin slammed shut, leaving the two infamous killers outside in stunned silence. Then Jason slowly turned towards Michael.

Give me one good reason not to rip your head off and crap into your windpipe.

Michael sighed and pointed to the cabin.

That reason is 5'2" and is called Mairi! Damn, when did she get so bossy?

Jason frowned, suddenly remembered how ill she had been in the morning. Maybe she was getting sick and her mood swings had to do with her not feeling well. But Michael was right. The last time he had seen her this angry, she had decapitated Freddy Krueger. Without even glancing back at Michael, Jason walked up to the cabin and opened the door. He found his little nurse at the kitchen sink furiously scrubbing on her breakfast bowl. Her face was red and tears were rolling down her cheeks. Tears, he knew where angry ones. He sighed and slowly stalked up towards her. He took his mask off before he circled his arms around her shoulders and chest. He pressed her against his body, resting his chin on top of the head, gently rocking them from side to side. Mairi wiped at her eyes and turned around pressing her face against Jason's massive chest. He did not stop rocking her from side to side, gently caressing the back of her head. She was sobbing and shaking and Jason remained silent, trying to calm her down. After a long moment, she pushed back a little, looking up at him with red puffy eyes and red cheeks.

"I'm sorry Jason. "

She whispered, her voice a hoarse whisper.

"All I want is a little peace and quiet. Please, Jason..."

He sighed, cupping her face, gently wiping her tears away with his thumb.

Mairi...Are you alright?

He was worried, he could not deny it. It was scary to see her happy and carefree in one moment and then crying angry tears in the next. She nodded.

"Yes, Michael scared me outside, but I'm fine."

Jason lifted her head a little by her chin, looking at her throat. There were no marks, which relieved him.

That's not what I meant.

Mairi looked away for a moment, listening to her body.

"I'm just...so tired at the moment. Must be the spring..."

She paused, looking into his eyes.

"Or our excessive lovemaking."

He chuckled softly, bending down and giving her a deep and loving kiss. He could feel her melt away at his touch and smiled at her soft lips.

What about we call it quits and cuddle up in bed together. Maybe watch a movie. And you my love get some rest.

She beamed up at him, trailing the outlines of his bad side with her fingers.

"Jason, you have no idea how much I love you."

He smiled, looking down at the floor, while he felt his cheeks grow hot. Her hand reached for his good cheek and gently pulled his head around. Her eyes were soft and full of love, as she pressed her lips against his, snaking her arms around his neck. Jason picked her up bridal style and carried her upstairs. Moments later, Mairi found herself in Jason's arms. They had the laptop on top of a nightstand and Jason spooned her. It didn't take long for Mairi's eyes to drift shut. She felt so safe in his strong arms.

The week went from Monday to Friday and Michael had kept his distance to both Mairi and Jason. But she caught him sometimes staring at her. It sent shivers down her spine since his silent stalking made her uncomfortable. On the other hand, she was almost sure, that he was sorry for his outbreak. She couldn't blame him though. He had opened up to her greatly and she knew that he would never get hospitalised again. Not without a fight.
Mairi sighed and took a sip of her tea. She had felt a little queasy again, but after a tea and something to eat it had gotten better. Now, she was waiting for her visitor and she could not deny that she was nervous. She had no idea where Michael was, but she had asked Jason to keep him from doing something stupid.
Half an hour later an old car drove down the bumpy road and parked right in front of the main cabin. Loomis climbed out and took a good look around. On the first glance that place looked serene. The wind softly shook the trees and the light was reflected on the sparkling surface of the water. A very beautiful place, if it had not been for Jason Voorhees killing people. He swallowed nervously and limped his way up on the porch of the main cabin. He had seen what the man had done in the police station. It still gave him nightmares and he still could not understand, why the little good-natured nurse would willingly stay with that mass murderer.
He knocked and took a last good look around. The place seemed deserted and yet he could feel the set of eyes on him. Somewhere out there was Michael watching him. He just knew it. The door opened and the old man stepped inside. Mairi appeared on the threshold for a moment, and then the door closed. Michael stepped out of the shadows, his hands balled into tight fists and eyes dark and cold. Slowly, he merged into the shadows again. And though Michael Myers was curious about what Loomis wanted from Mairi, he knew, that he could not just walk in through the front door. But maybe he could listen in on them through the back. Michael stopped dead in his tracks, as he found the back door blocked by a hulking figure. Jason sat on the steps and cleaned his machete. Michael's frown deepened, as he stepped up to the back door and peered in through the window next to it. But he could see nothing, nor hear anything. With an irritated sigh, he turned to Jason.

Would you stop cleaning your damn machete? I try to hear something.

Jason paused a moment and turned towards Michael, the tension between the killers nearly palpable.

No. I care for my weapon unless other people.

Yeah right! If you scrub all the rust off your blade there won't be anything left. Besides, my knife's stainless, dumbass.

Jason stopped, raising the blade to his eyes while running his finger carefully over the cold steel in a proving matter. Then he slowly stood up, towering over the man in the white emotionless mask.

Go away.

Michael's grip on his knife tightened even more.

I just want to listen.

Inside, Loomis sat down at the kitchen table and looked around. He noticed the absence of both killers. Made him wonder where they were, but he guessed, that Mairi has asked them to leave. Still, he felt a little uneasy. Mairi turned away from the coffee maker and put a cup in front of the old man. Dr Loomis hadn't changed much since the last time they had met. He still wore his beige trench coat, a dark grey suit and a black tie over a white shirt. Mairi sat down opposite of him with her own cup. Loomis returned her smile.

"Ms Campbell, it's nice to see you again. You look good."

Mairi bowed her head.

"Thank you. And it's Mairi, don't you think we are past the formalities?"

Loomis nodded in agreement. Mairi cocked her head to the side, she had been wrong. Loomis had changed a bit, he looked tired, his frame somehow sunken in. He took another good look around. This place had it's very own charm, with its wooden walls and the many windows, which allowed natural light to come in. He sighed.

"You have a very nice home here, Mairi."

He said with a shaky voice that betrayed his age. Mairi's eyes lit up with joy.

"It really is a beautiful place, you should see it in summer when the leaves are green and the sun sparkles on the lake."

She stopped, tugging a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear and for a moment her gaze turned inwards. Remembering the many summer evenings she had spent with Jason on the pier or on a nice little clearing nearby.

"And despite it being in the middle of the woods, I really feel safe here."

Samuel Loomis couldn't help but laugh at this.

"I bet your...friend... is quite capable of keeping you safe."

He said and again his thoughts returned back to the day he had met them at the police station in Haddonfield. Of course, he had looked into the legend of Jason Voorhees after his first visit to Crystal Lake little over a year ago, but seeing what that big killer was capable of was another story. He had killed every single officer of that station in the most gruesome ways. Loomis shook himself lightly taking a sip of his coffee, regarding Mairi with a long look.

What is her secret?

Loomis thought, but maybe he would find out.

"Where is he?"

The old man finally asked, deciding it was enough with small talk. The nurse shrugged.

"Somewhere out there. Jason is out as well. Thought you would feel better if they were not here."

Loomis shot her a thankful smile. She was right, he felt a lot better.

"I figured, I would not be welcomed here... You know Michael and I go back a long way."

The old man paused again, his hand unconsciously slipping into the pocket of his trenchcoat. The heavy weight of his gun gave him a sense of security.

"Mairi, you know I retired after the events of last years Halloween?"

Mairi shook her head. She couldn't help for feeling bad for the old man. He looked frail and lost.

"But you haven't found any rest yet, I presume?"

The old doctor nodded and sighed.

"No. My thoughts always return to Michael. Partly because I'm worried about him. He has been my ward for more than 20 years. I don't know what those idiots in Haddonfield have done to him, but it had pained me greatly to see him so...weak."

Again Loomis paused, looking down into his cup.

"But I'm also worried, that he would return back and try to kill his niece once again. He waited 15 years to go after his sister and then nearly 10 more years to return again. I don't know if I can enjoy my retirement, and then read about one of his killing sprees in the newspaper."

The woman nodded in understanding. The doctor felt responsible for the deaths of so many people. He felt like he had failed them. And failed Michael.

"I don't think that he will try to kill his niece ever again."

Loomis blue eyes narrowed a moment at her.

"How can you be so sure? You know, that I was scared, he would kill you too?"

Mairi shook her head.

"Why should he?"

"Please Mairi, don't get me wrong, but you should raise so many red flags in him, being a nurse, female, blue-eyed and with light brown hair. You look a little like his sister, you realise that?"

Again he paused.

"How do you keep him from killing you?"

Mairi shrugged.

"I don't know. Sometimes, he loses his temper, but somehow he holds back. I trust him, not to kill me because I know, he trusts me in return."

Loomis raised a surprised eyebrow at her words. How could she trust him, after all, he's done? Yet again, he knew that Michael had reacted well to her, while she worked at Smith's Grove.

"I see. But how do you do it? Your work with him is amazing! How did you get through to him where I failed? He tolerates your touch and if I remember correctly you got him into town without his mask. That's quite the achievement considering that he has been mute and socially isolated for so long."

He paused, staring into her eyes, trying to search for an answer there.

"When you got him out of the police station last November, he did seem to trust you deeply. You handled him in a way nobody else could. Mairi, you know he is dangerous!"

Mairi looked at the doctor for a long moment.

"I am well aware of that. That's why I am not forcing him to do something. He allowed me to get him out because he needed help and I offered. That's all. I don't do any kind of therapy if that's what you mean"

The old man nodded while the gaze of his eyes still lingered on Mairi. He had never dared thinking about the possibility of rehabilitating Michael.

"Then what have you done? Mairi I need to know!"

He prodded further, reaching over the table and grabbing Mairi's arm.

"Nothing, doctor."

She said, trying to get her arm free, but the old man held her with surprising strength. He pulled her a bit over the table, closer to him.

"Don't lie to me. I met Michael a long time ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent decades trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind his eyes was purely and simply... evil."

Samuel Loomis paused again, shaking Mairi's arm a little while staring at her with wide eyes.

"You see nothing worked on him. No drugs, no psychotherapy not even electroconvulsive shock treatment. We even considered a lobotomy! So what have you done?"

Loomis had leant forward, still having a firm grip on Mairi's arm, who tried to pull away. But the doctor ignored her struggles and reacher for her with his other hand as well, tightening his grip on her forearm.

"Mairi! I need to know!"

Suddenly a big kitchen knife was plunged into the table between the doctor's arms with such force that the blade went through the table board. Loomis let go of Mairi's arm instantly.

"Goddamnit! Michael!"

Loomis exclaimed in startled terror and looked up into the emotionless white mask and the coal black eyes behind it. None of them had noticed him coming in, but Michael had listened in on their whole conversation while standing in the shadows near the kitchen threshold. The old man's words had awoken so many bad memories. Not only of his sister or the days he was actually allowed to walk amongst the other patients of Smith Grove and stalk a certain little nurse. But of his treatments as well and these were memories Michael had tried to bury away In front of his inner eyes, he had seen the ceiling lights flashing by as he was rolled through long corridors with sickly greenish walls. Has seen the doctors lean over him as they pressed the electrodes against his temple. And he had remembered the pain as the current run through his brain, making him spasms.
It had made him angry. Very angry. He was fed up with Loomis and as he saw how he pressed Mairi for information, he lost it. Slowly Loomis sunk back on the kitchen chair, never turning his gaze away from the infamous Michael Myers, who ripped the big knife out of the table and straightened up. The grip of his knife was so tight, that his knuckles had turned white and his hand was trembling. He just wanted to plunge his knife between the man's eyes and end it once and for all. But then, he had a better idea. One, he knew, would eat away on the doctor for a long time. He stepped beside Mairi and put his hand down on her shoulder in a reassuring and protective manner, pressing her against him and drew breath.

"You really want to know?"

Michael said, his voice muffled by the mask and yet it was cold and calculation, without any hints of emotions in it. It were the first words he spoke to the doctor, ever since the day they met.

" I'll tell you and I really hope you choke on it!"

Loomis swallowed hard, as he looked into those cold almost black eyes, he knew all too well. These were the eyes of the psychopath he knew and yet there was something about Michael that had changed. Not the fact, that talked. No. What Loomis shocked more, was the fact, that he seemed to protect the woman with a wild ferocity.

"She took care of me, Loomis. She took care of me back in Smith's Grove and was nothing like the other scum employed there. And I actually liked her. And you know why?"

Loomis shook his head speechless at the enraged killer. Michael still pressed the little nurse protectively against his body.

"Because she never treated me as a psycho kid or monster. Never! And she didn't abandon me when shit got real. Unlike you. You Sam, you gave up on me only because I refused to talk. And would not respond to therapy. I was the black spot on your resume, right? The thorn in your side, but she tried to make me feel better. I have had so many chances to kill her. In the hospital and in Haddonfield. I simply chose not to."

Loomis looked at him dumbfounded.

"In Haddonfield? On the day you escaped?"

Michael nodded.

"I broke into her home. Didn't know that huh?"

Michael's eyes flickered down to meet Mairi's for a brief second, squeezing her shoulder. Beneath his mask, he flashed her a brief smile. But then got stern again, as he returned his attention to Loomis.

"All you have ever done for me was to keep me locked away and drug me until I peed myself. You know, that she actually was able to lift the curse from me? A curse you knew about all these years! I may have killed Loomis, but there is blood on your hands too!"

Michael glared at the doctor before he shifted his gaze back to Mairi. Something in his eyes changed, Loomis could see the colour change as they grew soft. Gently he ran a hand through her hair before bringing a little space between himself and the woman.

"Now ask again, why I trust her."

Loomis gaze fell to his wrinkly hands. He had never seen it this way, but he saw the truth behind Michael's words. He had failed him so many years ago. He had seen the sign appear and instead of investigating what it meant he just accepted its existence. After finally hearing about the curse, he had done nothing, just tried to keep him locked away like he said. And he had indeed given up on Michael after he was not able to get one word out of a frightened little boy for 7 years. Had made sure that he was locked up in an asylum where the staff did horrible things to the inmates and looked away. And after he wasn't able to control him, he just tried to kill him. Mairi's gaze flickered over to Michael. He seemed a lot more relaxed now that he had given Dr Loomis a mouth full, though she felt sorry for the old man. She could see that he was on the verge of crying.

Very sensitive Myers. The poor grandpa

Both Michael and Mairi looked up, to see Jason leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and one ankle across the other. Michael fixed the big killer for a moment.

Shut up, Voorhees!

Mairi shot Jason a loving smile before she turned her attention back to Loomis, who's gaze rested on Jason as well.

"I'm...I'm sorry Dr Loomis."

She stammered, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face while trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Perhaps another cup of coffee maybe?"

Loomis shook his head.

"No..no thanks, Ms Campbell. I should get moving, I think I've stayed here long enough."

The old man stood up and reached for his cane. Michael cocked his head to the side, watching the old man closely. For the first time, he saw not the doctor he had come to despise so much but the old frail man he really was. He saw the toll the constant hunt and worry for him had taken on the old man's body and for a second he felt bad for the former psychiatrist. Mairi walked him over to the door, but there Loomis stopped.

"The curse... Is it really gone?"

He asked with a breaking voice. Mairi nodded, motioning Michael to get over to her.

"Yes. The rune has vanished. And as far as I know, he has not heard those voices ever since, right Michael?"

She looked up at the killer with a warm smile plastered over her face, while the man with the white mask only nodded.

"I need to see. Please. I just want to be sure."

Michael huffed, yet slowly peeled the sleeve of his coverall up, to reveal his lower arm, now free of the dreaded symbol. Sam Loomis' eyes widened a bit and filled with water as he carefully ran his finger over Michael's wrist. His gaze trailed up, meeting with Michael's storm-grey eyes. Loomis was startled of how normal they looked. Again he had to swallow hard and shifted his gaze over to Mairi.

"I believe I have been wrong all the time. Thank you, Mairi. You have healed us both."

Loomis looked down at his hand clutching the cane and felt like crying. His personal nightmare was over, he was finally able to rest. To retire. The evil that had come into the world seemed finally gone. And for the first time in his long life, he actually was really happy. He nodded his goodbye and left the cabin and minutes later Camp Crystal Lake behind.

Jason wrapped his arms around Mairi from behind and looked over at the other man. Michael stood by the window and watched the car disappear. He had pulled his mask off, but his messy brown hair covered most of his face up.

Hey psycho, you ok?

He asked his fellow killer. Michael turned and rolled his eyes at Jason, yet nodded with a wide grin.

Guess, we won't see him anytime soon

Mairi nodded, snuggling into Jason's hug.

"I feel sorry for the old man though. Michael, you really did a job on him."

Michael shrugged.

He had it coming.

He said, sitting down at the table with a cup of coffee. He felt good and for once he was not haunted by the demons of his past. Mairi shared a look with Jason. They too felt the weight lifted off of Michael and knew, that they now could have the peace they longed for so much. Her family was healed and Mairi hoped that her family was forever.