Chapter two: The crazy psychologist
Michael's Pov
I haven't been able to rest my head in so long I have forgotten what a moment of peace feels like. I'm loving this, I'm am so comfortable, I just want to lay here snug in my bed. I'm not going to think about anything but the warm sun shining on my hair, not about my family, not about the persistent voice inside my head.
I hear unfamiliar voices outside of my room. And I'm going hurt whoever it is very badly if they disturb me. ESPECIALLY if I have get out of my nice warm bed and listen to their incessant therapy on misguided souls. Obviously they do not respect their lives, because I can hear them stepping into my room and one of them is shaking my shoulder trying to get me up out of bed. Christ, all I want is to sleep a little longer and now I have this moron shaking me like I'm some short of ragdoll, and annoyingly saying my name over and over again. I think I'm going to have one of my homicidal fits, if this guy doesn't shut up and keep his hands off of me. What the hell?! Does this guy not know that I am a fucking psycho? Well, I'll just have to show him.
Michael, grabs a hold of the Therapist's wrist which pulls the doctor towards him. The shape than uses his free hand and beings to straggle the Doctor who is struggling fiercely to break free from Myers death grip. The more the Doctor struggled the tighter Michael's grip became, the pressure was enough to make him scream or pass out. Michael leisurely takes his time straggling the doctor as if he had all the time in the world to do so. The door was whipped open however, and four security guards plus Dr Loomis rush into the room. "Michael, stop this right now!" Loomis screamed his voice sounded angry and frantic. He saw Myers release the Doctor who was now coughing raggedly and painfully on the floor. The guards went immediately to the Doctor and carried him out of the room and into the infirmary.
Loomis turned to Michael as soon as they left "Michael you had no need to do that!" "I am extremely upset with you! "You know better than to attack anyone in this building." I know the evil rune is still within you Michael, but I also know your more aware of your actions now and have better control of your thoughts. This is unacceptable behavior that your not going to get away with it!
Michael's Pov
It looks like Loomis is feeling better! He is yelling at me and scolding me, like he use to when I was at the mental institute. I find this hilarious, I don't think I'll be able to hold the laugher in much longer. the sight of my doctor getting red faced, his hair all messed up, and him shaking his cane at me is all to much.
Michael covers his mouth with his hand snickering as Loomis scolds him. Loomis hears him snicker, and becomes increasingly mad and looking crazier than ever. "What are you laughing about?" Loomis asks somewhat astonished that Michael used his voice but still angry. Michael puts a finger up to his mouth making a hush sign, which further annoys Loomis. "You think your cute don't you?" Loomis remarked with a steady voice, but Michael can swear he sees a vain popping out of the doctor's forehead. "I not going to play you games Michael, I know you can understand the things you do now and that means you have to take responsibly, which also means you can be corrected." "Do you understand me?"
Michael's Pov-
Hmmmm, Loomis it's looking scarier than even me these days, I think he is getting progressively crazier every time he deals with me. He spends most of his time now trying to get a response out of me and taking notes. I almost want to laugh out loud again, I have been slowly driving the old man crazy, and now I wonder if I should be the one who is logging up the coach time.
After Michael was done musing to himself, he took a piece of paper that was on a clipboard the doctor had brought in and scribbled down a note for Loomis to read. Loomis watched curiously as he saw Michael write a message down, Michael held it up for loomis to see and the said in bold letters "I UNDERSTAND MR LOONEY." The doctors face got bright red with anger as he read the note, his eye brows twitched, and if smoke could come out of his nose it would have. Michael knew he was in for one hell of a lecture for his stunt, and maybe even more.
Michael's Pov
I haven't been able to rest my head in so long I have forgotten what a moment of peace feels like. I'm loving this, I'm am so comfortable, I just want to lay here snug in my bed. I'm not going to think about anything but the warm sun shining on my hair, not about my family, not about the persistent voice inside my head.
I hear unfamiliar voices outside of my room. And I'm going hurt whoever it is very badly if they disturb me. ESPECIALLY if I have get out of my nice warm bed and listen to their incessant therapy on misguided souls. Obviously they do not respect their lives, because I can hear them stepping into my room and one of them is shaking my shoulder trying to get me up out of bed. Christ, all I want is to sleep a little longer and now I have this moron shaking me like I'm some short of ragdoll, and annoyingly saying my name over and over again. I think I'm going to have one of my homicidal fits, if this guy doesn't shut up and keep his hands off of me. What the hell?! Does this guy not know that I am a fucking psycho? Well, I'll just have to show him.
Michael, grabs a hold of the Therapist's wrist which pulls the doctor towards him. The shape than uses his free hand and beings to straggle the Doctor who is struggling fiercely to break free from Myers death grip. The more the Doctor struggled the tighter Michael's grip became, the pressure was enough to make him scream or pass out. Michael leisurely takes his time straggling the doctor as if he had all the time in the world to do so. The door was whipped open however, and four security guards plus Dr Loomis rush into the room. "Michael, stop this right now!" Loomis screamed his voice sounded angry and frantic. He saw Myers release the Doctor who was now coughing raggedly and painfully on the floor. The guards went immediately to the Doctor and carried him out of the room and into the infirmary.
Loomis turned to Michael as soon as they left "Michael you had no need to do that!" "I am extremely upset with you! "You know better than to attack anyone in this building." I know the evil rune is still within you Michael, but I also know your more aware of your actions now and have better control of your thoughts. This is unacceptable behavior that your not going to get away with it!
Michael's Pov
It looks like Loomis is feeling better! He is yelling at me and scolding me, like he use to when I was at the mental institute. I find this hilarious, I don't think I'll be able to hold the laugher in much longer. the sight of my doctor getting red faced, his hair all messed up, and him shaking his cane at me is all to much.
Michael covers his mouth with his hand snickering as Loomis scolds him. Loomis hears him snicker, and becomes increasingly mad and looking crazier than ever. "What are you laughing about?" Loomis asks somewhat astonished that Michael used his voice but still angry. Michael puts a finger up to his mouth making a hush sign, which further annoys Loomis. "You think your cute don't you?" Loomis remarked with a steady voice, but Michael can swear he sees a vain popping out of the doctor's forehead. "I not going to play you games Michael, I know you can understand the things you do now and that means you have to take responsibly, which also means you can be corrected." "Do you understand me?"
Michael's Pov-
Hmmmm, Loomis it's looking scarier than even me these days, I think he is getting progressively crazier every time he deals with me. He spends most of his time now trying to get a response out of me and taking notes. I almost want to laugh out loud again, I have been slowly driving the old man crazy, and now I wonder if I should be the one who is logging up the coach time.
After Michael was done musing to himself, he took a piece of paper that was on a clipboard the doctor had brought in and scribbled down a note for Loomis to read. Loomis watched curiously as he saw Michael write a message down, Michael held it up for loomis to see and the said in bold letters "I UNDERSTAND MR LOONEY." The doctors face got bright red with anger as he read the note, his eye brows twitched, and if smoke could come out of his nose it would have. Michael knew he was in for one hell of a lecture for his stunt, and maybe even more.