Chapter 12

This chapter will have violence. If you got through the Halloween movies, then you can get through this. Thank you for the reviews! You guys are awesome! Enjoy.

Michael was not okay with Amy going to work at first. But when she lied to Dr. Loomis, she gained his trust. Besides, if she went missing, he would find her easily. It may be a small town, but it is deserted from the rest of the city. She wouldn't get far. Though, he still had to check up on her and let her know that he would be watching.

After he checked up on Amy, he started to get hungry. He did not need to eat much, but it has been quite some time since his last meal. Once he was certain that Amy was okay at work, he started towards a local house nearby.

It was a small two level house. The backyard was big, surrounded by a wooden fence. He could hear a loud bark, with foot steps trotting around inside. The barking got louder and more violent as he got closer to the house. The dog sensed Michaels' presence, and the dangers that he brought. Once he got to the gate, the dog backed up and gave warning barks.

That didn't stop him. He broke open the lock, and opened the gate to find a German Shepard mix. It stared at him with defensive eyes, growling and snarling. Michael didn't care. He took a step closer as he stared down at the animal. By this time, the dog was showing its' teeth, shaking, ready to pounce. Once again, Michael didn't care.

Michael raised his knife. The dog stopped shaking, and lounged at him full force. Michael didn't fall, or even move. He just gripped onto the back of the dogs neck, and tore it off of him. The dog immediately turned its head and bit Michaels' hand down to the bone, drawing blood. He didn't even flinch. He raised his knife and brought it to the shepards throat in one quick thrust. A squeal came from the dogs mouth before its' body went limp and hung by Michaels' hand. Then he heard a car park in the front of the house. He took the dog, and hid into the shadows.

Claudia was excited to be home from break. She had an extra long hour to eat, and feed the dog. She sang her favorite song as she walked into the house. Her roommate was away, so she was alone. As she sang, she noticed that it was strangely quiet. Max usually barked from the yard, and jumped on the back door, trying to greet her.

"Huh. That's strange." She murmured.

She walked to the kitchen, and slid the back door open. Claudia poked her head out and looked around the whole yard, seeing nothing. She thought that he must have got out.

"Max! Max!... Maxy!" She called out to no reply.

She sighed heavily as she got ready to start looking for him. He always escaped, running to the neighbors, trying to play with their kids, and steal their food. It was no surprise. She calmly turned around to walk toward the front door. When she was facing the kitchen, she was traumatized by the sight infront of her. The dog was layed on the table, dead with blood dripping down to the floor. Teers welled up in her eyes, and she began to whimper, covering her mouth out of pure shock. When suddenly, a hand gripped over her chin, and pulled her in.

Michael slit her throat quickly, not wanting to cause a scene. He was satisfied by the game he played with her. It had been 2 years since he tortured Laurie, leading her into a room to find her friends bodies layed out. Although, this wasn't as important as that night.

Michael dropped her body, and walked to the talbe to eat his meal. Once he was done, he picked Claudia up, and layed her next to her pet dog. Then he walked out the back door silently.

I finally pulled into the driveway. Usually I hated coming home to my family. I thought that it wouldn't be as exciting because Michael still lives in the house. But for the first time, I was excited to have some ones company. I couldn't wait to walk through that door and talk to him.

I opened the door, and sprinted to the house. When I got in, I looked around to find nothing. He must be in the room.

"Michael!" I called out enthusiastically.

No answer, ofcourse. But he was still nowhere to be seen. A sharp pain of disappointment took over. I tried to push it out. I've never gotten lonely from a guys absence. I always found them annoying. It was better off that they were away from me. But I couldn't hide that I felt lonely. It was not a feeling that I liked. Infact I hated it.

He must have gone down to the sewers. Oh well, he'll come back. I shrugged and put my purse down on the floor as I walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat. After grabbing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I walked into the living room to sit down. I noticed that the voicemail was blinking red.

"Oh my first message!" I cried sarcastically as I walked to the phone and pressed the play button.

"Hi, Amy. It's mom. Happy birthday!" I huffed, rolling my eyes. Ofcourse, it's my birthday. Why else would she call unless its a holiday to celebrate? I forced myself to listen to the rest with out deleting it.

"I just want to let you know that I'm coming over around 6:30. See you soon baby!" She chimed.

My body stiffened. I looked at the clock. 6:23pm. Oh my god, I have to get ready!

I ran up the stairs, into the bathroom. I began to work on myself, taking of most of the black eye makeup, and replacing it with light pink. I lowered my ponytail all the way down. Then I rubbed off the lipstick and added a pale peach color. My mom always like her daughter to look natural, like a mini her. I buttoned up my shirt so that less of my cleavage was showing.

As I was making sure that I looked presentable, I heard the doorbell ring. I was shaking from being nervous. I gave myself one last look before heading down and answering the door.

I was greeted by my mother, looking as "Martha Stewart" as ever. She had khaki jeans on with clunky brown heels, and a flower dress shirt that was overly floofy, with ripples going down the front. I had to hold in a laugh at the sight.

"Happy Birthday to you!" she sang, representing a frosted cake infront of me.

"Thanks mom." I said warmly as I took the cake and walked her into the house.

She looked around the house in fascination.

"Wow, this needs alot of work done." She suggested as she looked at the cracks and peels in the wall and floors.

"Yeah. It's been abandoned for quite sometime." I claimed.

"Well, with your decorating skills, you'll have this place looking like a whole new house in no time." She added.

I was offended by what she said. This is Michaels' house. Not mine to mess with. But she didn't know that. I looked around the house, and came to the realization that it was imperfectly beautiful. There is nothing that I want to change.

"Actually, I like it the way it is. I think I'm going to leave it." I said more to myself, than to her.

"Okay, Amy. Whatever." She laughed, not taking me seriously.

I just ignored her and walked into the kitchen. I cut the cake and put two pieces on small plates. As I walked into the dining room, I noticed her eyeing the dining room table.

"Oh my goodness! This is beautiful! Where did you get this?" She exclaimed.

With out even thinking I said, "Oh, it's Michaels'."

Her face light up. "Who?" She asked impatiently.

"He was the previous owner." I said flatly, covering up my slip.

"Oh." Disappiontment swept over her face. "I thought you met a boy." She spat.

I pushed away the bile of anger that overcame, usually when my mother was around. I put the cake down and started to eat, waiting for the subject to change. She sat down, and started to eat also.

It was quiet for quite sometime. Then my mom started a conversation.

"So you know, Carline is setting a date for her wedding. It should be sometime next year." She bragged about her younger daughter. I personally thought she was too young to get married.

My little sister could do way better than the guy she was was settling with. I just put on a happy smile and nodded in agreement. "Yeah." I added.

"You know who else is getting married?" She looked in my eyes, searching for something.

"Who?" I asked, uninterested.

"Tyler." She said with enthusiasm.

I did not reply. I didn't care. I just nodded and smiled politely. "Oh, that's great." I added.

"I saw him in the grocery store the other day, and he gave me an invitation. He asked about you." She searched my eyes again, waiting for some kind of sign.

I didn't show anything, I just shrugged my shoulders and replied. "How nice."

She looked annoyed by my response. "You know that could have been you." She snorted.

Okay, so the subject didn't go the right way I wanted it to. Now I felt numb to the core. I was literally shaking.

"Mom." I warned.

My reaction was unnoticed. She just kept going with the subject.

"You know, this is a big house. Great for a family. Why do you live alone?" She harassed.

"Stop."I said calmly, trying to hide my furiated expression.

She went on and on about what she wanted. As her nagging continued I saw a white mask start to appear from the shadows behind my mother. I went cold. I noticed the knife gleaming in his hand, ready to stab her. My mom was bothering me, but that didn't mean I wanted her dead.

I looked at him with a frantic expression. He returned his gaze at me. I shook my head quickly, trying to be unnoticed by my mother. He continued to stare at me.

"No." I mouthed.

He paused for a moment, then started to fade back into the shadows.

When Michael entered the house, he felt an uninvited presence. Someone he didn't know was in the house. He looked into the dining room and saw a familiar women talking to Amy. He looked closer and identified her as Amys' mom. He recalled seeing her picture in the photo album. Amy didn't look too happy. This women was making her upset, which made him angry. He would take of her.

As he got closer, he noticed Amys' refusal. He remembered her asking him not to kill infront of her, and then understood. He slowly went back into the shadows, abiding her request.

A sign of relief escaped my lips as I looked back at my mom. She was staring at me questionably.

"You know, being this alone is going to make you crazy. You need a boyfriend. I should hook you up with.."

"Mom!" I exclaimed. She still ranted.

"I want what's best for my daughters'. Look how happy your sister is. Why can't you be like that?"

"That's it!" I slammed my hands of the table and stood up. "I do not need anybody to be happy. I am happy alone. If there's anyone you should be proud of, it's me! I am in my early twenties, and I'm living on my own with a great job! " I bragged.

She looked at me with a surprised expression. "Amy, I just want you to be a normal women." She suggested.

"Get out!" I said with no emotion.

She had a confused, hurt look on her face. She was delusional. "Amy, I.."

"Get out!" I yelled.

I was shaking uncontrollably with anger. At this point, I didn't care if Michael was watching, or if he came out and my mom saw. I was too wrapped up with my family drama, that it didn't matter. My mom looked at me with teers welling up. She sat up and limped to the door, crying.

It was so typical of her to show up on a holiday, and invade my life with criticism. I slammed the door behind her and stomped up the stairs straight to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at the pitiful view of myself. The pink eye shadow, the neutral lipstick, the sleek ponytail. It was sickening. I looked like a baby doll. My moms perfect image of a perfect proper daughter. It was disgusting.

I took the hair dryer and threw it into the mirror at myself, shattering half of it to pieces. I had to get rid of that stupid looking girl. I ripped the ponytail out, letting my hair out wildly. I rubbed the pink barbie makeup off in a quick frenzied pace. Then I ripped my shirt open, letting 3 buttons fall out. When I looked in part of the mirror that didn't shatter, I thought I would be satisfied. But I wasn't. I still saw a girl who was uncertain enough to change her view, just to impress her mother.

I got even angrier, throwing my hand back into a fist, ready to punch the rest of the mirror into pieces, off the wall. My hand was halfway to the mirror when it came to a complete stop. I gasped and looked up. Michael was holding my fist, clasping his fingers around my hand.

Okay, so this chapter was a bit dark. But next chapter will be full of fluff! Tell me what you think about this chapter. And I will use some of your ideas in the next chapter. Not exact, but close to it. Thank you for the ideas!