Chapter Four

Private Emotion

Wynn examined the child more closely as he moved down the hall. He hadn't done much when he had taken him into the worship room, just set him down, wait, and watch as they ran the blood over his torso from the dagger as his brother had been marked. He half smiled at the infant, who was sleeping soundly in his arms. He was almost a total replica of his father, younger of course. Wynn couldn't think of one thing that was more Jennifer on him, pity, she had carried him so long almost for nothing.

No, he thought. She loves this child, it's her maternal instinct. She wont care a bit.

Michael on the other hand was more harshly involved in the teachings of the druids, any child that didn't meet their standards was killed, he hoped that the underweight infant could satisfy whatever Michael held as a standard for his children. He had never gotten to really see Steven, the boy that had been taken just under a year ago, but Wynn was sure if he had he would have killed him.

Jennifer was always the better behaved of the two sisters, she was quiet, and never daydreamed during studies, she often took the blame for Jamie, whose wretched temper would lead her to break things. Not only did Jennifer take the blame, she always took the punishment, and only when she was into her early teens did her realize what was going on. He should have known better.

It was true, that of the two she was more neglected. While they were busy planning Jamie's future Jennifer was often stalking in corners, reading silently or sleeping, many times he had heard her cry herself to sleep, he hadn't been completely stupid, but hadn't wanted to make her feel he was angry with her, though he hadn't treated he badly, he could have done better.

With a deep sigh he knocked on the door that Michael and Jennifer lived behind, then stepped in careful not to drop the tiny boy. Michael was watching him from the other side of the room, and upon seeing him with the bundle, his head tilted left slowly. "Michael, would you like to see your son?"

Upon these words Michael breathed with relief behind the mask. Jennifer had not failed so far, she bore him a son. He moved forward slowly, hands at the sides casually, not betraying his slight anxiety. As he neared Wynn, who was quite visibly nervous he grinned behind the mask. So much for Mr. Bigshot. He held out his hands and Wynn set the baby in, moving his arms around to the proper position.

Michael felt his heart become a lump in his throat upon seeing the child, if he even could call it a heart. He wasn't sure that he had one. But something welled in him that made his throat tighten when he saw the tiny face, almost exactly like his. The boy's eyes opened to reveal two pearly blue orbs, and though he knew babies were born with blue eyes, he felt these would never fade.

He watched the child stare at him, unsurprised when the newborn giggled, even though it was incredible for a newborn to smile or laugh, this was no ordinary child. He smiled softly behind the mask, though very small from having been born two weeks early, he was healthy, normal, and everything Michael had wanted in a child. His giggle had proved intelligence and he obviously knew he was his father, for upon seeing him, he trustingly went to sleep in his arms again.

Michael's smile stayed soft but the swell of emotion was strong. Never had he actually cared for anyone as he cared for this child now. Gently he shifted his grasp to better accomodate him, then he looked up at Wynn and nodded softly, showing him he would not kill the baby. Pleased, Wynn smiled. "Ah, look at you. You really love him don't you, Michael?"

Disgusted at this thought, realizing what he must look like Michael shook his head and handed him back, disappearing into the back room. Surprised, Wynn shook his head and went to leave with the baby. "Oh by the way Michael," Michael leaned against the doorframe out of sight. "Jenni says Happy Birthday."

Michael heard him leave and emerged. He had nearly let them think him soft. He could never let that happen. Thoughts of killing the child anyway flooded his mind, drowning it, stabbing it, slamming it against the floor until it was a bloody pulp. Then killing Jennifer. But, he thought drlyly with a grin. Not before one last fuck.

Something hit him at this thought, just how disgusting he sounded. He was the monster Haddonfield made him out to be. Though he knew he wasn't any human, he truly didn't like being known as a heartless beast. Jennifer had made him feel human for once, she had always treated him human as a child, hadn't shied away from him like Jamie. And now that she was grown, she had accepted the responsibility of becoming his wife and had never just given herself to him when in bed. Rather she had accepted him, made it much easier and participated. Though she may not love him, he knew she cared for him.

He calmed more at this. No one had cared for him since his parents died, though upset of what he did, the last thing they ever told him was that they loved him. This girl had been so different in so many ways, and though he had loathed her at first for her emotional state, he now felt he may be able to like her.

But he knew he had to keep this to himself, this was something that could never get out. It was his little secret. He knew now he did have a heart, and he was capable of using it, but if anyone knew they would think him a mistake, a good curse gone bad. This was now his private emotion, the way he felt for his family, the family he now was motivated to protect. For once in his life Michael Myers had a family, and this time, he didn't have to kill it.

He thought on Jennifer's delivered words. She had remembered a day many cursed, his birthday. She had wished him a happy one, though today would be exceptionally painful for her. And she had given him the greatest gift.

A son.

Ewwwww fluff attack! *shoots arm out of gigantic amount of fluff and grabs something sturdy, pulls self put and gasps to see it's Michael's leg. Reburies self.

Well, I'll try to make the next chapter or the one after have a bit of a fight. We need a body count here.

Later

SA