Hey, I updated quicker than usual! And yes I do realize this chapter is EXTREMELY shorter than usual, I've decided I'm going to make shorter chapters because I take too long trying to make extra stuff for chapters to make them at least 2000 words. Anyway, I'm still alive, and I'm sorry. I've been obsessed with Predator XD Speaking of which I plan to write a story about AVP and no I don't know when I will post it haha. Hope you all like this chapter, here's chapter 11! :]

Disclaimer- I do not own Halloween or any of its characters. I don't own anything except my OC.

Regular talking or what's happening in the story

Thinking or emphasis on word(s) and sometimes flashbacks, and for this chapter dreams

The notes that Michael writes her

Notes from a Killer

Laurie replied, "Krystal Brown, she's a friend of mine I lost contact with and I just wanted to make sure she's okay."

"Not a problem, she is in room 31B."

"Thank you so much." Laurie walked away towards her destination.

Krystal was comfortably asleep in her bed, dreaming of Michael.

They strolling around in Haddonfield Park in broad daylight…she strained to see his face…but it was all in vain…no matter how the sunlight hit his clothing and hair…his face…was never there…as if his face…it was non-existent…but suddenly…ever so quietly…a figure approached out of the corner of her eye…it too was a shadow…when the shadow came closer…Michael…he stiffened…and wielded his knife…Krystal was unsure why…the shadow's face…it was revealed…a young woman…long brownish blonde hair…a hardened expression that held true hatred…the woman unsheathed a deadly gun…fired all the shots until the gun clicked…it took Krystal only a moment…to realize…she was screaming…screaming and crying her heart out, begging the woman to cease fire…but the woman…had disappeared…like she'd never been there…Krystal fell to her knees beside the fallen Michael Myers…she cried his name over and over…she stopped…someone was saying her own name…

Krystal's eyes shot open to see a figure standing in her room.

"Hello!" The figure said with a warm smile.

Krystal was confused, "Um…hello? Do I know you?"

The figure spoke again, "Oh, I'm sorry. We had classes together in high school…I heard about your accident."

"Oh, you did? I didn't know I was in the paper…"

The voice obviously recognizable as female now pulled out a newspaper that showed the incriminating evidence. "Right here…when I read the article I just had to come see you and make sure you were alright."

"Well thanks so much for caring, but I'm really okay. I have my boyfriend watching me." Krystal smiled.

The woman's voice turned serious as she stepped closer. "I actually also came here to talk to you."

Krystal quirked an eyebrow, "Um...about what?"

"About that boyfriend of yours…Michael Myers..."

The brunette sputtered, "Hah. Um I think you're mistaken. I'm not dating Michael."

The other woman looked at her as if to say, 'You're calling him by his first name…?'

Krystal quickly added, "Myers. I'm not dating Michael Myers. My boyfriend's name is Michael, but it's not Myers!"

"The more you deny it, the more you give yourself away. Besides you're also in the paper for being seen with him. I know what's going on between you two and I don't approve of it."

"What are you my mother?" Krystal replied sarcastically.

The woman spoke again, "The relationship you have with him is not healthy. You do know he's a murderer right?"

"I'm aware. I'm not an idiot."

"What makes you so sure he won't hurt you? He's fragile, a ticking time bomb. You don't know when he'll snap and do a 180°. He could break your neck with his finger."

"I noticed. Why the hell do you think I'm in this place?" Krystal responded icily, growing more irritated by the passing second.

"Michael is violent! How can you not be afraid of him! He is going to hurt you one day!"

Krystal's voice was firm and serious, "Michael will not hurt me."

"You're speaking in irony. You said it yourself, he's the reason you're in the hospital." The woman said smartly.

"That isn't what I meant. I know that Michael will physically injure me. But emotionally and verbally? Emotionally he might be able to, and verbally certainly not. I trust him. He cares o much for me that after he hurt me, he responsibly brought me here. Like a good boyfriend should. I trust Michael with my life. I know that anytime he hurts me, he doesn't mean to. He truly cares about me. He's sweet, kind, intelligent, funny even when he doesn't try to be…" She trailed off and laughed. "He protects me, I feel so safe and secure in his arms, he always just makes me feel a way I've never before…oh…and when he kisses me…it's just like magic…"

The stranger cringed and was speechless, "You're crazy!"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But I know how I feel. You are not going to tell me how to feel. And you want to know something?"

"What?"

Krystal took a deep breath, "I may be wrong, but I love him."

The stranger's mouth dropped, "What is wrong with you?!?"

"Absolutely nothing, because I love Michael Myers."

The other woman could not speak. Her mouth dry, unable to move, lips chapped, nose flared.

"That's right. I love Michael Myers. I love Michael Myers," Krystal's voice grew in excitement after her realization, "I love Michael Myers! I love Michael Myers!"

The woman who was unwanted headed for the door, "Next time he hurts you, he ought to take you to an insane asylum, where you both belong." The woman exited the room with her mission unaccomplished.

Krystal slumped in her bed still in awe of her recognition of her love for Michael. She was in just as much shock as the mystery woman she just argued with. But wait, how would Michael react? He'd never loved anyone before, at least to her knowledge. Images of Michael's reactions flew about in her mind.

Michael's first response was amazing. He surprisingly picked her up in his arms, spinning her around before passionately kissing her soft lips.

The next scenario was slightly different. Michael simply replied with an 'I love you too' on his note pad.

The following was not so pleasant. She was in a dark room. No windows. Michael sat in front of her on the bed. His head hung low and hands folded in his lap. His expression was unreadable and the note in her hands told the story. 'I'm sorry for what I have done to you. I'm sorry for leading you on. I'm just a murderous asshole. You deserve better than me. Anyone is better than me. I'm sorry but I don't love you…'

Reading that note Krystal's heart dropped even in her imagination. In the final vision, Michael violently reacted, tossing things around, tearing apart the bed, destroying everything in his path. Krystal stood in the center of the room as Michael rampaged in front of her, watching the destruction of the room continue. She assumed that the shock sent him into a psychotic rage.

Maybe telling Michael wouldn't be the best idea…

Suddenly the hospital door to her room quietly opened and closed. Too late. Damnit.

Michael approached her bedside and kissed her forehead.

Hey.

Krystal smiled as Michael sat his bum in the chair. The upturned motion of her mouth did not last. Of course, the always so observant Michael noticed.

Is something wrong?

Krystal was hesitant, "Um…I need to tell you something Michael…"

What is it?

"Well…I um…I-I love you."

OMFG!!!!! SHE LOVES MICHAEL!!!!!!! And yes people, I make the 'I love you's come before the sex! HAYYY I updated on time this chapter WOOOO MICHAEL PLUSHIES ALL AROUND!!!! *hands them out* Hehe. I'm excited. I've never updated this much in a LONGGGG time. Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter and send me those lovely reviews and stuff. I didn't get a lot last chapter…made me sad. Please don't make me turn into one of those authors who force their readers to give reviews so they update.

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