Once they're out of sight, Myers releases her hair and both his strong arms come around her, lifting her clean off her feet. She isn't surprised by this; Michael Myers is inhumanly strong she knows that much. "Please," she begs, unable to stop herself. "Please don't take my helmet off Mr. Myers? I'm… I'm afraid of the dark! Or if you're going to…" She can't finish. Wait until I'm dead?
Next second he's carrying her deeper underground, her headlamp the only thing illuminating the darkness. It's pitch black and freezing cold. If she is going to die, she thinks. No one will find me here that's for sure.
Myers eventually stops, reaching forward and deactivating her headlamp. She covers her mouth in a scream as the darkness smothers and seems to swallow her whole. Myers' eyes are on her, his gaze still as cold and emotionless as ever. She's glad he hasn't taken his mask off because she's expecting to see his cruel smirk, almost hear his mocking words.
Afraid of the dark indeed? It's dark in death. You amuse me, you're so naïve, a fool, I will have fun with you before I kill you.
He doesn't say any of this of course, she almost wishes he would. Imagining it is almost worse than hearing it for real.
"I don't know exactly what I feel Mr. Myers," she starts again, but her voice even to her ears sounds terrified. Well yeah, because I am! "But I kept coming back I know! To this day I don't know why, but you… you've had an effect on me I didn't see coming! I… as time passed, I had to see you, wanted to more and more. I knew my friends would react as they just did if they knew, but it still didn't, couldn't stop me! I think… I think I want and need you, Mr. Myers."
She stopped herself saying 'love,' although she was getting more and more certain by the minute that was what she would end up saying. Leaning forward, she likely touches her lips to his masked ones, certain it will get her killed. She's wrong.
Myers removes his mask and his lips are on hers. Skin to skin, he roughly forcing her mouth open and demanding access. There is no tenderness, love, just pure lust. Of course she's not deluded enough to think Michael Myers would ever love her, but damn! The killer knows how to kiss, that is her first thought. Myers takes two steps forward and slams her straight into the brick wall. Pain shoots up her back and she sincerely hopes it's not broken or too badly injured. Seeming not to notice more likely not care, Myers' lips remain on hers, pressing her into the wall as he kisses her passionately and hard. She can also feel the command in his kiss. Even in kissing her he's in control and he wants her to know it. Not that she didn't already. For someone who hasn't kissed anyone before, he seemed to have a pretty good idea how to do it. That's when he raises his knife once more. Now she does beg with real mind numbing terror. "Please Mr. Myers, please don't… I'll take them off if that's what you're asking… please d… don't cut my clothes… or me?"
Her hands are shaking so badly she can hardly undo the zip on her pants and despite her words, Myers violently pulls up her shirt having pulled off her high vis jacket and dropped it to the ground. He looks at her bra and now she sees it. He doesn't know what it is or how to get it off. Terrified he'll just cut it; she manages to squeak a response. "The back… catches at the back…"
To her enormous relief, he finds them and opens them without damaging it. Her heart is hammering so hard and fast, she's expecting it to stop in a fear induced heart attack any second. He releases her with one arm and his hand is on her left breast. It's surprisingly warm as he squeezes and fondles it. He's not exactly gentle, but she endures the slight pain knowing it'll be far worse if she tries to stop him. She feels his erection growing against her and is sure that this too is completely new to him, at least with a partner. "Do you want me to… help you with that?" She speaks quietly, but even with her terror tries to make her tone seductive, wanting to show him she won't fight back. In truth she just wants to live and if that means letting Michael Myers fuck her, then so be it.
Still holding her tightly against him with one arm, he moves his hand down to the zip on his coveralls and lowers it. Laurie braces herself, knowing this is going to hurt. This was hardly a romantic planned love making, this was a rough… rape? Against the hard brick wall of a freezing underground cave. There were three men lying dead a short distance away, thanks to the very man who was about to rape her! Truth be told, she hadn't even considered having sex with Myers but then she also hadn't bargained on him escaping from Smith's Grove, least of all finding her. They weren't even in Haddonfield like she'd said! He must have followed them, that was the only explanation that made sense. Had he seen her in Paul's car? He would have recognised her of course.
STOP! JUST FUCKING STOP STRODE! YOU KEEP GOING LIKE THIS YOU'RE GOING TO DRIVE YOURSELF FUCKING CRAZY! DON'T CONSIDER THE WHERE'S, HOW'S AND WHY'S RIGHT NOW, YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET FUCKED AGAINST THIS WALL BY Michael Myers AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! DECIDE IF YOU WANTED IT OR NOT LATER, IF YOU GET THROUGH THIS NIGHT ALIVE!
All through this, Myers' lips have not left hers, his kiss hungry and just as demanding as before. Now, his hand went back to her breast and she felt his hard cock against her thigh, as he moves to penetrate her. She wants to ask him to wait, to prepare her first, but again she knows that's pointless. He won't care about that; all he wants is his pleasure. As if to prove this, he suddenly slams into her with no warning. She feels pain shoot through her from her sex, as to her relief he remains still for a moment. But she doubts that's for her, more likely it's for him to get used to the feeling. Fortunately, the pain dulls enough for her to think but she's sure she's bleeding as a result.
Now he begins to move inside her, but without rhythm. Again she's not surprised, he would've never had sex before of course. He starts thrusting inside her, slamming his cock into her as hard as he can. She knows he's loving the feeling he's getting from this and despite her earlier thoughts and misgivings, she presses against him to increase it. She knows what she's thinking is stupid, that maybe if she satisfies him enough he'll let her go but hell she has to try, right?
He thrusts harder against her, his cock as deep inside her as it can be. She gyrates her hips a little so he moves inside her and she's certain she hears his breath hitch. Bingo! That was a good move he likes it. She keeps doing it, slowly gathering speed. Now as he thrusts her head slams into the brick wall in rhythm with his thrusts. She thanks every God who exists and those who don't that she's wearing a helmet because if she hadn't been her skull would be crushed by now.
Myers jams his lips to hers again, once more forcing his tongue into her mouth. His hand closes around her breast again and he pinches her nipples hard. She lets out a stifled sound of pain against his lips and curses when it only seems to turn him on further. That's when she feels him tracing his knife across her skin, not hard enough to cut but a clear reminder, as if she needed one of who is in control of this sex session. He then lifts her off her feet once again, his cock still inside her. Now they are head to head, face to face level. She knows she's not heavy to Myers she's probably a doll's weight to him. He starts pounding into her again, obviously made easier for him by her new position. But she's thankful for one thing at least, her head no longer hits the wall with his thrusts.
His thrusts increase in speed and she knows he's loving what he's feeling and that it is indeed his first time. She moves with him if only to save her life. Finally, she feels him shoot his load into her and this time thanks any God who exists that she's on birth control, purely to stop her heavy periods and the subsequent pain. Now it would also hopefully stop her from becoming pregnant as a result of this.
She hears him breathing heavily as he holds her to him, his cock sliding limply out of her. She feels a warm trickle between her legs and sincerely hopes it's just semen not blood. She is in pain no denying it she just hopes no damage has been done.
She's surprised how gently he lays her back on her feet a few seconds later. She sways momentarily dizzy and to her shock he supports her as she regains her own breath and balance. She supposed that because she hadn't consented to being harshly fucked in a cold dark cave meant Myers had indeed raped her. Plus the fact she was only 17. But…
Part of you enjoyed it Strode, don't bullshit yourself!
This revelation made her feel both embarrassed and ashamed. Because it was true part of her had. She guessed she'd also consented by the way she'd moved with him. Although, she could also argue this was to satisfy him to save her own life!
He hasn't released her from the wall though and she's not foolish enough to think she's now safe. She knows any second, one wrong move and she could be dead along with Duncan, Jason and Patrick. "I… I'm sorry but I think I love you Mr. Myers," she whispers eventually, some inner part of her having realised that no matter what she says if he's made up his mind she's next to die, nothing will stop him. So she might as well tell him everything while she's still alive. "I don't know why, I don't know how, or when. But I think I do! Why else did I come and visit you so often? Why was I missing you when I wasn't there? Why…"
She stops herself. If she tells him about the sleep she lost, the nightmares he caused her where sometimes he did what he'd just done and fucked her other times he killed her, he'd be entirely holding her heart in his hands and she knew that would amuse him greatly. So she takes a breath and closes her mouth. She isn't expecting to feel the cold, lethal steel of Myers' knife against her neck a second later. Was she right? He'd decided to kill her anyway and this was her time? He was looking at her and she could see something in his gaze at last. But what? That was the question. A command?
"What are you asking from me?" Her voice is a soft whisper. Hell this guy had just taken her virginity and she'd whether willingly or not taken his, wasn't that supposed to form some kind of bond between the two parties? Or was that just more of her mother's bullshit when giving her the so-called 'sex talk?' Because right then she felt no bond with Myers just stone cold fear. He moved his knife against her neck again still not hard enough to cut, but a clear warning. "Are you asking me to…" she has to swallow and curses herself for this very obvious show of fear. "Are you asking me to finish what I was saying?"
He of course makes no audible answer, but his knife moves away from her neck, still only centre metres away. So she's right. Tell me or die? Didn't need much considering. Hell she could very well die anyway so why not? If Myers really wanted to hear this that badly she'd oblige! Yes he might kill her anyway, but what the hell? If there was even the slightest chance he wouldn't if she told him, it was hardly rocket science to figure out her one and only option!
"I think I love you," her voice is still only just above a whisper, but she knows he can hear her. "Killer or not, I do. You've stolen my heart somehow and I don't have a fucking clue how! But I had to keep coming back I had to see you! I couldn't stop myself! Every time the longing got worse, the desire to see you again even through glass! Your eyes on me, even though I was and still am certain you were mocking me! I didn't… don't care! It didn't stop me, did it? I had to keep coming! I… I'd think of you in my bed at night, sometimes the nightmares were so bad I woke up screaming. Sometimes you'd fuck me others…" she knows she doesn't need to finish that particular sentence. "I…" even given her situation she felt her face heat up. "I fantasised about you," she finishes. Was that a slight smirk on his lips? Shit! Even that smirk made her… lust after him! "Why, Mr. Myers? What the fuck have you done to me? I don't even fucking know myself! But…"
That's when he silences her by taking her lips in a kiss once more. This one however she can't help noticing is significantly gentler than the previous ones and when he pushes his tongue into her mouth, that also is with nowhere near as much force. She feels her legs becoming weak as he kisses her, confirming to her at least her feelings. She couldn't deny, couldn't get away from and couldn't get rid of them! But do I really want to?
"Killing me won't change the facts," she manages eventually as he pulls back, she's not surprised to hear her voice shaking. "If you're going to kill me this Halloween night, please don't prolong it much further? I've… struggled with this for the last almost two years, you know everything now, so if my death is your eventual plan, please just do it?"
OF COURSE IT FUCKING IS YOU IDIOT STRODE! HE'S Michael FUCKING Myers! A KILLER! YOU'RE DYING TONIGHT GIRL, GET YOUR HEAD AROUND IT AND QUICK!
That's when she's horrified to realise there are tears sliding down her cheeks. Desperately she tries to wipe them away, raising a violently shaking hand to scrub at her eyes. Fuck! The last thing she can afford to do in front of Myers is cry! Too fucking late now Strode!
She's shocked when he finally releases her from the wall and retrieves her jacket from the floor. It's only then she realises she's shivering. Duncan had also told them those jackets could keep in warmth. But she's certain she's just lost all of hers for the rest of her life, mentally and physically. He hands her the jacket and she slips it back on, her fingers feeling numb. Hell her whole being feels numb. How did if he let her, she go on with life now? She would never be the same again and she knew it. Fucked by the devil? That was accurate!
He puts his arms back around her and takes her mouth in another kiss. This time it's not her imagination, this one is without doubt the gentlest she's felt from him. It's lingering, slow, almost probing as if he's realised he actually likes kissing and wants to take his time with it.
Well I'm not complaining!
Again she inwardly shouts at the quiet little voice within her which is saying things which admittedly are true, but which she knows she shouldn't feel, she can't!
Can she?
Not with him, not Michael Myers!
Right?
Honestly she isn't sure of anything anymore just then. Still kissing her he lifts her back into his arms again and to her shock he activates her headlamp once more. The beam almost dazzles her after that impenetrable darkness and she momentarily closes her eyes. It's only when she opens them again she realises how stupidly dangerous that was. Close your eyes with Michael Myers right in front of you? Bad, bad move! But he doesn't make a move to attack her when she's most vulnerable either. Reaching forward, she turns her lamp down a little so the light isn't so bright and is careful to direct it so it doesn't shine directly in Myers' eyes. He then starts walking for the second time. Is this it? Is he now taking me somewhere to kill me? Well maybe I don't mind so much if my secret deepest, darkest dream has just come true…
It's only when the natural light hits her face she fully understands what's actually happened. Myers has in fact carried her out of the caves entirely and she's then carried up the stone steps. Her heart almost stops with relief when she sees Andy, Katie and Lynda standing a little way away Lynda with tears rolling down her face. When the three see them, they turn in shock. Lynda opens her mouth, but Laurie can tell she doesn't know what to say and she doesn't blame her! Nor would she if the roles had been reversed!
"So… so glad you're ok," she just manages instead. "We… we waited just… just in case, we had to know!"
Laurie manages a weak smile. I still don't know if I'll live to see sunrise, but of course she doesn't say this to her friend. Andy she notices has his arm around Lynda still. This makes her smile. He's better looking and kinder than Bob anyway! Wait, what? Where the hell did that come from?
But she knows. She feels giddy, still in shock from everything she herself has just been through below ground, feeling almost reckless. After all she knows how easily death could take her at any time now, so perhaps she's just trying to live as if each moment, never mind day was her last?
She removes her jacket and helmet, before sliding out of the harness and dropping them by the entrance. This was the last time she'd ever come back here!
Myers heads towards a Station Waggon, unlocks it and opens the trunk. Fear threatens to consume her again. He's not, is he? "Please Mr. Myers," she pleads, knowing it's probably futile but unable to help it. "Please, not in the trunk? I hate the dark!"
The next few seconds feel to her like hours. Eventually she hears the trunk being closed again and she's not in it! A second later, he places her in the passenger seat. "Thank you," she says in genuine, honest relief. "Thank you so fucking much!"
He gets into the driver's seat and drives them away without any sign that he's even heard her, but again she's not surprised. He is, after all, Michael Myers. Even while knowing she could die at any time she starts to relax ever so slightly. Perhaps she will live to see another day. Perhaps.
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Two days later.
Thank you for opening your copy of Haddonfield Hype this morning! Our front page this morning contains an exclusive account of the recent terrible happenings outside Haddonfield within the infamous 'Doom Tunnel.' So dubbed because of the believed legend that a husband went insane down there in the 18th century, after losing his wife within the huge caves and slitting his own throat out of guilt. For years tourists by the thousands have flocked there, wanting to stand where it's believed a man died. It's been said remains were found, but this has never been scientifically proven. After all remains down there that long would be ash by now.
'Doom Tunnel' however has now had to close its doors. The owner Thomas Townsend we understand is far from happy about this due to the vast amounts of money he was making from this attraction. Although as we at HH believe he's already a multi billionaire, we doubt it will hurt him too much.
A group entered 'Doom Tunnel' on Halloween night this year and most unfortunately three men were tragically killed. Ironically they all had their throats slit, the same way as the supposed husband did to himself. Now this could of course be the twisted work of a serial killer, but no one who went down there that night would have been allowed to carry any weapons into the tunnels.
A self-professed medium and Psychic has Emailed this newspaper when the story first came out last night. 'Maybe it was his ghost,' she writes. She requested to remain anonymous within this article. 'Maybe it was the ghost of him, the husband who killed himself centuries ago. Maybe he had had enough of people constantly coming down to his and his wife's graves and just wanted to be left in peace and this Halloween was the last straw for him. I personally agree, let the man and his wife rest in peace! I and my fellows are going to attempt to contact him this evening, to make sure his spirit is at rest now.'
These words will doubtlessly spark much speculation and scepticism, as tourists before this ill-fated group have said to HH they are certain there were actors down there, screaming and playing the part of the so-called distraught husband. However this has never been admitted to us by anyone who worked there. The wife was dobbed 'Edith.' Though there is also no record of her existence ither. However, we have finally managed to speak to two of the survivors of this Halloween 'Doom Tunnel' massacre last night. Andy Markaz and Lynda Van der Klok had this to say to the Hype.
"It was terrifying," Ms. Van der Klok says. "None of us had any idea who was behind this, our ropes which were our safety lines had been severed, so we had no way of getting back above ground. We found Patrick first, his throat slit. Duncan was killed next finally Jason, whose neck was broken."
The safety lines Ms. Van der Klok refers to are harnesses tourists wear while in 'Doom Tunnel,' which is attached to ropes to guide them back above ground should their headlamps fail. They are securely attached with metal carabiners similar to those used in abseiling, but somehow they had been severed, according to Ms. Van der Klok.
Katie Gradick, the final survivor refused to speak to this newspaper, clearly too traumatised. We will endeavour to speak with her in the future when she is able.
Markaz continued the story. "So we had no idea who was behind this, that was until we came face to face with the killer. All we saw was a man in blue coveralls and this white, emotionless mask. I don't know why he didn't kill us; he was armed with a huge kitchen knife. Instead he grabbed one of our female group members and carried her underground. We don't know where she is as yet."
Mr. Markaz confirmed they had reported this disappearance to the sheriff's department, but due to the fact the description was very limited police have no leads at this moment. Ms. Van der Klok finished by saying five words to the missing female.
"Good luck, I love you."
While it has been noted that a patient unnamed by the Haddonfield PD had escaped from Smith's Grove the night before the massacre, police do not think it is related as they strongly believed this individual was going to Haddonfield. Funny how they said he too was wearing a mask though…
While so many questions still remain of what happened within 'Doom Tunnel' we at HH and everyone in Haddonfield we're sure, want answers. Why is it now closed? Who was the man in the white mask? Why did he only kill some and not others? Where is the unknown female now? These are just a few of the questions on countless people's lips. We at the Hype just hope we can provide you with at least some of the answers.
Mr. Townsend meanwhile is adamant that this is some kind of fake prank designed to undermine his attraction, put an irreparable stain on it so no one will ever visit it again. Well he's probably got that much right. He told the Hype very briefly that he has 'rivals' who would love to 'see his downfall' before getting into his polished limo and being driven away. Mr. Markaz however was less than impressed by Townsend's response and attitude towards the murders.
"He should've been down there with us," Mr. Markaz said. "Or better yet give us some of his f**g money for compensation. It was traumatising as all hell and terrifying. It was his damn attraction it happened in; he should be at the damn scene helping the police find out what happened! He owes Katie, Lynda and I something for all this bull**t!"
While Mr. Markaz does not hold back on his language (which had to be edited for this article,) there are plenty who sympathise and agree completely with his statement. Some have called it 'disgraceful, shocking and disgusting' that Mr. Townsend's presence is nowhere to be seen following such an awful, violent and seemingly pointless and merciless not to mention needless mass murder inside one of his biggest attractions. Ms. Van der Klok too was far from happy but refused to comment any further than what Mr. Markaz said. It has also been noticed that Mr. Markaz and Ms. Van der Klok are spending a lot of time together and appear to be pretty close. While this could just be too traumatised survivors finding comfort with each other, could there possibly be more to it? Another article will be released very soon with any more information. Thanks for reading the Haddonfield Hype! Turn to page five for the sports.
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Laurie sits on her sofa, looking at the paper in disbelief. Some people really were so stupid! She wasn't sure what she felt for Lynda and Andy for not naming her or admitting the words she herself had spoken to the killer down underground. Of course Annie and Paul hadn't said anything to the reporters, but of course she'd known they wouldn't. They wanted nothing more to do with her after all. Now she'd had time to think about it she supposed she couldn't entirely blame them. She was only in love with a serial killer!
As if on cue, the man in question entered her living room. Her house was small with only two bedrooms, bought when she'd literally had some money thrown at her by her parents purely to get her out of their house and way. So they can gamble it all away she'd thought multiple times.
Myers hadn't left her since he'd driven her back there after leaving 'Doom Tunnel.' She wondered whether she had told him where she lived during one of her many visits to Smith's Grove. She doubted it but then again, this was Michael Myers. Perhaps he just… somehow knew without having to be told. Dr Loomis himself had said Myers had inhuman abilities, maybe this was another of them.
He sits down beside her on the sofa now and again she's surprised by this. Myers hasn't of course shown her any type of affection while he's been in her house with her, but neither has she expected any. They'd made love, or perhaps to be more honest fucked, several times. It was only during the last two occasions that Myers had started to touch her and take time to please her. He'd of course been uncertain the first time and she'd found herself giving him whispered words of encouragement and he'd seemed to take them in and listen to her. When they'd made love last night, he'd brought her to her very first orgasm with a man by touching and then licking her clit. It wasn't something she'd forget anytime soon.
Now he slides his arm around her and pulls her against him, her head almost on his shoulder. Part of her wants to put it there, but still doesn't dare. He looks at her, his gaze still emotionless, then pushes her head onto his shoulder for her. He hasn't put his mask back on since taking it off when they were alone in the caves and she is privately glad about this. Without his mask, nobody dies.
"Hi," she yawns and finds herself snuggling her head into his neck and he doesn't make a move to stop her. He'd put his knife in her kitchen drawer and also hadn't removed that since either. "Wow, I'm tired. Look at this."
She passes him the newspaper and watches his facial expression as he reads it, after which he looks back at her. "I wonder why Andy and Lynda left out so much information," she says quietly. "Was that to protect…" she hesitates, then almost whispers the word she really wants to say. "Us?" He of course does not respond verbally, but does hold her tighter and to her shock leans in for a kiss. She is certain she was right on her earlier theory while underground. Myers does seem to enjoy kissing her and never seems to miss a chance to do so. Not that she minds of course. Now they continue kissing and she feels a flutter of desire start to build within her. As each day passes, she's finding it harder and harder not to just blurt it out to him again, she loves the killer. But also knows he will never reciprocate it.
Myers lifts her in his arms and starts carrying her up the stairs while they still kiss hungrily. Their kisses are also mounting in passion and she knows they can both feel their desire for the other gaining strength. Once they are in the bedroom, he wastes little time in removing her clothes and laying her on their bed before joining her and they resume kissing.
Yet again, he uses what she has taught him previously and starts touching her, knowing by now what she likes and how to turn her on. It doesn't take long for her to become wet under his touch. She is sure he actually smiles at her at this point.
As he lies down atop her and starts entering her he suddenly stops, his gaze on her. It's intense, almost demanding. At first she's confused, then she hardly believes her ears when she hears him speak one word. A fact not a question and not to be argued with.
"Mine."
His gaze remains on her clearly wanting something. It takes a while for her to understand, Myers still makes no move to enter her further just jams his mouth against hers again, the command now obvious in his gaze. Finally, it clicks.
"Yours," she breathes and this time it's her to lean in for a kiss. He thrusts into her then, one hard, complete thrust. But it feels so, so good. She feels tears in her eyes now as they start making love this time. They do so until dawn breaks. As he draws her into his arms she smiles sleepily at him, her head now on his naked shoulder as they lean forward in unison for a kiss. Just before she closes her eyes tight in his arms, she thinks that while his 'mine' wasn't exactly an 'I love you,' right then and for now it was close enough.
