Chapter 9
"Michael! What do you think you are doing?"
The Shape didn't move. He stood rigidly, his black hole-like eyes staring down at the floor. As always, he said nothing.
Dr. Terrance Wynn began to pace. "You've done enough to jeopardize my plans. I waited long enough for that crazy doctor, Sam Loomis to die. Now that he's out of the way, we can't afford any more distractions." He sighed heavily. "I forbid you from seeing her again." He eyed the stoic figure in the corner, watching for a response.
The mask shifted a little and the doctor heard a rebellious huff.
Wynn flew into a whirlwind. He charged at the Shape, pushing him until he slammed into the wall behind him. Even so, he barely flinched.
"God damn it, now you listen to me," Wynn hissed. "If I catch you with that little whore again you will both pay- with her blood!"
Now it was Michael's turn. The Shape sprang into action, putting all of his super-human strength into prying Wynn off and pushing him backwards until he crashed over a table, landing flat on his back. Michael pounced on him, wrapping his fingers around the elderly man's throat.
"Michael!" Wynn strained. He was getting too old for this. "Michael, stop!" He looked past the eyeholes of the blank emotionless mask, into the narrowed flashing eyes as the grip around his throat grew tighter.
"She doesn't- love you- Michael," he managed. His vision was blurring and things were beginning to grow dim.
Suddenly, Michael released him. He leaned back on his knees like a cat sitting back on its haunches. The black eyeholes were once again directed at the floor. Wynn saw his chance.
"Aw, well of course she doesn't care for you- like I do." He smiled warmly as Michael looked up, the flash from the dark eyeholes now reduced to dim shadows. You're going soft, old boy. You should have killed me when you had the chance. Wynn cleared his throat. "You are the son I never had, and I love you as if you were my own, but sons must trust their fathers- obey them. It's time for you to trust me, Michael." His smile grew eerily sinister. "Just a little longer," he purred. "We'll wait a little longer."
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