Chapter three: Hidden intentions
Michael's Pov
I am now doubled over and crying from the stomach pains all the laughter is giving me. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes, as I hold my sides howling in laugher. loomis is now seething in that fanatical zeal I see so much in him. Unfortunately for me I am at the center of his ranting and anger. Should I feel safe with this man? A man who carries around a limp leg who crazier than the psycho he is chasing?
Michael! God damn you! He yells in my face, I cover my mouth with both hands looking and sounding like a giggling child who trying to control their laughter that so desperately wants to escape from their mouth. I do quiet after a while though trying to avoid a lecture and when I do I can hear the light tapping of my doctors feet against the floor. I sit up now and with my usual quietness observe my doctor.
How can I even begin to explain how I feel? Maybe I'll never find the right words, this voice I hear, It's lies it's anger, and I cannot control it's influence over me. My evil drives me on, I can be wounded yes, but I set aside the pain and my spirit is poisoned with all of this, yet because of my evil I still carried on.
I was about to kill my little niece Jamie, when my heart and mind suddenly opened and I realized her pain and horror. I couldn't hold my emotions in and I felt like screaming in agony, this agony and rage that I can't stop. "Uncle? Boogyman?..."she called pleading, hoping that her own uncle wouldn't drive that knife through her chest. She asked me to take off my mask and I did without and resiance, she looked upon my face and told me I was just like her. Pain capture my heart and a tear was running down my cheek, my eyes wavering, I felt love for her at that moment. Let me.. Jamie said as she reaches up to wipe the tear away from my eyes. When she reached close enough to my face I swiftly jump back, and start putting my mask back on regaining my sense of killing the little girl.
I ruthlessly stab the tumbled over casket not knowing she has already gone, it was a moment of passion, of rage so strong I hadn't even notice she had left the room. I soon clear my thoughts though and I once again walk forward cold, and determined I see Loomis has grabbed a hold of my niece, she screams and struggles trying to get away from his hold, he calls out to me to get her, that she is mine. I slowly stalk forward my eyes on her small form, I hear loomis say "Come and get your little girl. Michael, lets play a game catch the little girl!" I follow him moving closer and closer, feeling, and wanting to kill little Jamie.
Without warning a heavy metal chain falls on me. Loomis puts Jamie down and starts shooting me with Tranquil darts. I manage to take the gun from Loomis, but my loony doctor goes and pulls a board from one of the windows. He than proceeds to beat me with it many times, I try to get up but I fall over and all this time I can hear loomis and his overdramatic delivery of Die! Die! Die! Die! Michael! Die! Die! Die! Die. He wants me dead, he wants to kill me so badly, but in the end he collapses onto me and before I blank out I stare into his eyes telling him this isn't over.
Maybe Jamie could have saved me, but this rage is more that I can bear, I can't shut it out or close my mind to it for it is my mind, my life, my heart for what's left of it. Look into my face and eyes, nothing is what you will see loomis is right about my emotions for I am dangerously consumed by this evil. An evil like A great white shark, lurking in the dark unmerciful to those it kills, methodical but crazy with anger. I will patiently wait like I did all those years ago, I will wait and than plague my knife into my victim their pain, their crying will fall silent, the overwhelming hatred I have inside of me fills me with hot anger.
I waited fifteen years, staring at the wall which imprisoned me. I felt the rain upon my head and I knew that at last, I would be free to kill my younger sister Laurie.They can't hold me here for long, I will break free, they can't stop me, I will kill them.
Loomis Pov
In the beginning I wanted to hang on to a reason, I felt like this little boy needed someone patient, someone loving who would help him get better, so he could be with his family. I saw him kill and I have seen his dead victims bodies horribly mutilated! And now he is laughing at my frustration thinking it's some sort of a game. I remember when his parents described him when they saw what he had done The boy looked stunned, disturbed, and unsure of the heinous crime he has just committed. I have also told myself don't get to involved with your patients but I am hopelessly involved with Michael, and as mesmerized as I was with him, this has dragged me to hell and back. I know I have to distance my emotions from this to think clearly, and I am somewhat please that I did get a reaction from Michael. I'll have to medicate him on Thorazin again so he is calm enough to under go examination. I'm not going to discuss Michael's behavior with him now I'll speak with him later when it's night.
I look at him again and I can see something's wrong, his head is moving slightly from side to side like he is studying me. I can feel my shoulders tense as Michael passively stares at me, my breathing is getting heavier and I am disturbed by his intense concentration now. I have a gun tucked away in my jacket, and what law I break I don't care! My hand is already pressed again my coat, and I call out his name questioningly.
Michael...? he stops, and coolly looks at me like I was nothing to be taken seriously. I turn away unable to look into his face and eyes for fear that he is reading my soul. I can feel Erie silence about him, the shadows of the room seem it creep a crossed his face. It still scares me as if it would consume my mind, if I dared to look at him. I walk towards the cell door as swift as I could and locked it shut once I was outside. I need to bring in the doctors so they can drug him, and put him in a more heavily guarded cell. Michael is a master at stealthy surprise and I will not allow, him to escape once more, I will not allow one more person to be killed and leave their families grieving I will not. This evil that exists in the shadows, will not kill again, even if I can't stop him I have to try.
Michael knows Loomis is trying not to make eye contact with him, in hopes of hiding his thoughts and emotions. But loomis can't hide the anxiety from his eyes, and the shape watches him in a predatory way. Glaring and calculating about how and when to catch him off guard, and kill him if loomis gets in his way. Michael seems to have a passionless expression as he watches Loomis leave the room, but a intense interest in his dangerous thoughts. The same dark thinking Michael expressed when he pinned one of his victims to the kitchen door with a his knife, standing back and surveying his work cocking his head this way and that with a almost childlike awe.
Meanwhile Loomis goes upstairs and into the office of Doctor Damien, he opens the door half way and knocks on it to get his attention. Damien looks up from his the paper that he is reading and gestures for loomis to come inside. Loomis does so and sits down comfortably in a black leather chair, in front of the doctors desk. damien who offers loomis some coffee Loomis takes the hot mug and smiles thanking Damien.
"Now, What can I do to help you loomis?" Damien asks his voice welcoming
"Michael Myers, we need to get him into a more secured cell, and to keep him sedated. He not to be taken lightly, I know how deceptive he can be."
"Loomis, Michael is going heavily tranquilized, I doubt that he'll want to do anything but rest. I promise you he will be properly restrained and watched after." Damien replied reassuringly seeing the old doctors worry.
"You must pay close attention to him Damien! Please, he is not as calm as he looks." He killed his sister when he was six, and he sat in a sanitarium for fifteen years staring endlessly, his face unreadable. Listen to me Damien, you cannot let him out of your sight, I beg you. He has no sense of right and wrong, he has a complete lack of understanding of life and death.
"Look if what you saying is true than this is a man whose maturity was frozen at age six, how dangerous could he be?" Damien asked very skeptical
"He isn't a man Doctor, he is I think what truly describes evil." To see him, stare at the body of someone he had just killed without malice, but with pure hate, is frightening.
"Okay, We'll take extra precautions, and updated you on his whereabouts and progress, there should be any problems but I'll make sure you can always get in contacted to wherever he is at."I'll call in the specialists now so we can drug him and get him on his way.
"Thank you Damien, I appreciate that. I'll talk with you again soon." Loomis said still tense but a little less restless than before. Damien nodded glad that he could help loomis relax his mind a little. Loomis knew better though, he knew that this was just the start of his battle to make sure Myers doesn't escape again. Loomis sips his coffee as Damien dials for security and the doctors talking rather hastily.
Michael's Pov
I am standing here in the dark knowing what will come next. Loomis has probably requested for me to be satiated, and moved into another cell. I have been through this procedure so many times, and in their minds they feel safer, but it is really a false sense of security. Nothing can hold me here for long, not even the chains that bind me.
"Carefully men, he is dangerous" Michael's head turns and tilts to the location of the sound which is coming from the entry way of his door. Michael is amused though remembering all those times Loomis would run around half crazed warning everyone saying "The EVIL is back! Run from the EVIL! The EVIL can't be stopped never ever! I have seen the EVIL and it is very, very EVIL!" Using his warnings to establish his own single-minded pursuit of his patient, whose best interests he no longer had in mind. When they walk cautiously in Michael can see they are carrying several tranquilizing guns, and three lage needles probably filled with Thorazin. Michael can feel his arms being pulled behind him and tightly cuffed, Michael lets the guard do this but not without looking at him through his pale mask. The guard backs slowly away slightly unnerved and lets the other men do their work. Michael is injected with all three needles, he doesn't even flinch as this was done but only watches in a distant short of way.
Michael was already starting to get groggy as He is lead gently to a gurney and strapped down security. They than pushed him out of his cell room, and down to the place they picked which would better suited Michael for needs and their safety. Michael was resting quietly with no agitated squirming or resistance, which made the personal feel like the operation was going quite well. When they made it to the fourth floor they strolled him into a maximum quarantine room, with the highest rated security system. It would be very unluckily that Michael could get out without setting the alarms off. They shut Michael in still strapped to his gurney and left two security guards behind to keep an eye on things.
Michael is still conscious and breathing heavily not liking his limited space. He struggles to move a little but realizes he is tightly pinned down and he is to drugged to break free. Michael's relentless mind wanted to rebel against this but he knew he was powerless in this situation and would have to give into this drugged sleep. Michael knew he would awake before dawn though, and when he did he would be ready.
Michael's Pov
I am now doubled over and crying from the stomach pains all the laughter is giving me. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes, as I hold my sides howling in laugher. loomis is now seething in that fanatical zeal I see so much in him. Unfortunately for me I am at the center of his ranting and anger. Should I feel safe with this man? A man who carries around a limp leg who crazier than the psycho he is chasing?
Michael! God damn you! He yells in my face, I cover my mouth with both hands looking and sounding like a giggling child who trying to control their laughter that so desperately wants to escape from their mouth. I do quiet after a while though trying to avoid a lecture and when I do I can hear the light tapping of my doctors feet against the floor. I sit up now and with my usual quietness observe my doctor.
How can I even begin to explain how I feel? Maybe I'll never find the right words, this voice I hear, It's lies it's anger, and I cannot control it's influence over me. My evil drives me on, I can be wounded yes, but I set aside the pain and my spirit is poisoned with all of this, yet because of my evil I still carried on.
I was about to kill my little niece Jamie, when my heart and mind suddenly opened and I realized her pain and horror. I couldn't hold my emotions in and I felt like screaming in agony, this agony and rage that I can't stop. "Uncle? Boogyman?..."she called pleading, hoping that her own uncle wouldn't drive that knife through her chest. She asked me to take off my mask and I did without and resiance, she looked upon my face and told me I was just like her. Pain capture my heart and a tear was running down my cheek, my eyes wavering, I felt love for her at that moment. Let me.. Jamie said as she reaches up to wipe the tear away from my eyes. When she reached close enough to my face I swiftly jump back, and start putting my mask back on regaining my sense of killing the little girl.
I ruthlessly stab the tumbled over casket not knowing she has already gone, it was a moment of passion, of rage so strong I hadn't even notice she had left the room. I soon clear my thoughts though and I once again walk forward cold, and determined I see Loomis has grabbed a hold of my niece, she screams and struggles trying to get away from his hold, he calls out to me to get her, that she is mine. I slowly stalk forward my eyes on her small form, I hear loomis say "Come and get your little girl. Michael, lets play a game catch the little girl!" I follow him moving closer and closer, feeling, and wanting to kill little Jamie.
Without warning a heavy metal chain falls on me. Loomis puts Jamie down and starts shooting me with Tranquil darts. I manage to take the gun from Loomis, but my loony doctor goes and pulls a board from one of the windows. He than proceeds to beat me with it many times, I try to get up but I fall over and all this time I can hear loomis and his overdramatic delivery of Die! Die! Die! Die! Michael! Die! Die! Die! Die. He wants me dead, he wants to kill me so badly, but in the end he collapses onto me and before I blank out I stare into his eyes telling him this isn't over.
Maybe Jamie could have saved me, but this rage is more that I can bear, I can't shut it out or close my mind to it for it is my mind, my life, my heart for what's left of it. Look into my face and eyes, nothing is what you will see loomis is right about my emotions for I am dangerously consumed by this evil. An evil like A great white shark, lurking in the dark unmerciful to those it kills, methodical but crazy with anger. I will patiently wait like I did all those years ago, I will wait and than plague my knife into my victim their pain, their crying will fall silent, the overwhelming hatred I have inside of me fills me with hot anger.
I waited fifteen years, staring at the wall which imprisoned me. I felt the rain upon my head and I knew that at last, I would be free to kill my younger sister Laurie.They can't hold me here for long, I will break free, they can't stop me, I will kill them.
Loomis Pov
In the beginning I wanted to hang on to a reason, I felt like this little boy needed someone patient, someone loving who would help him get better, so he could be with his family. I saw him kill and I have seen his dead victims bodies horribly mutilated! And now he is laughing at my frustration thinking it's some sort of a game. I remember when his parents described him when they saw what he had done The boy looked stunned, disturbed, and unsure of the heinous crime he has just committed. I have also told myself don't get to involved with your patients but I am hopelessly involved with Michael, and as mesmerized as I was with him, this has dragged me to hell and back. I know I have to distance my emotions from this to think clearly, and I am somewhat please that I did get a reaction from Michael. I'll have to medicate him on Thorazin again so he is calm enough to under go examination. I'm not going to discuss Michael's behavior with him now I'll speak with him later when it's night.
I look at him again and I can see something's wrong, his head is moving slightly from side to side like he is studying me. I can feel my shoulders tense as Michael passively stares at me, my breathing is getting heavier and I am disturbed by his intense concentration now. I have a gun tucked away in my jacket, and what law I break I don't care! My hand is already pressed again my coat, and I call out his name questioningly.
Michael...? he stops, and coolly looks at me like I was nothing to be taken seriously. I turn away unable to look into his face and eyes for fear that he is reading my soul. I can feel Erie silence about him, the shadows of the room seem it creep a crossed his face. It still scares me as if it would consume my mind, if I dared to look at him. I walk towards the cell door as swift as I could and locked it shut once I was outside. I need to bring in the doctors so they can drug him, and put him in a more heavily guarded cell. Michael is a master at stealthy surprise and I will not allow, him to escape once more, I will not allow one more person to be killed and leave their families grieving I will not. This evil that exists in the shadows, will not kill again, even if I can't stop him I have to try.
Michael knows Loomis is trying not to make eye contact with him, in hopes of hiding his thoughts and emotions. But loomis can't hide the anxiety from his eyes, and the shape watches him in a predatory way. Glaring and calculating about how and when to catch him off guard, and kill him if loomis gets in his way. Michael seems to have a passionless expression as he watches Loomis leave the room, but a intense interest in his dangerous thoughts. The same dark thinking Michael expressed when he pinned one of his victims to the kitchen door with a his knife, standing back and surveying his work cocking his head this way and that with a almost childlike awe.
Meanwhile Loomis goes upstairs and into the office of Doctor Damien, he opens the door half way and knocks on it to get his attention. Damien looks up from his the paper that he is reading and gestures for loomis to come inside. Loomis does so and sits down comfortably in a black leather chair, in front of the doctors desk. damien who offers loomis some coffee Loomis takes the hot mug and smiles thanking Damien.
"Now, What can I do to help you loomis?" Damien asks his voice welcoming
"Michael Myers, we need to get him into a more secured cell, and to keep him sedated. He not to be taken lightly, I know how deceptive he can be."
"Loomis, Michael is going heavily tranquilized, I doubt that he'll want to do anything but rest. I promise you he will be properly restrained and watched after." Damien replied reassuringly seeing the old doctors worry.
"You must pay close attention to him Damien! Please, he is not as calm as he looks." He killed his sister when he was six, and he sat in a sanitarium for fifteen years staring endlessly, his face unreadable. Listen to me Damien, you cannot let him out of your sight, I beg you. He has no sense of right and wrong, he has a complete lack of understanding of life and death.
"Look if what you saying is true than this is a man whose maturity was frozen at age six, how dangerous could he be?" Damien asked very skeptical
"He isn't a man Doctor, he is I think what truly describes evil." To see him, stare at the body of someone he had just killed without malice, but with pure hate, is frightening.
"Okay, We'll take extra precautions, and updated you on his whereabouts and progress, there should be any problems but I'll make sure you can always get in contacted to wherever he is at."I'll call in the specialists now so we can drug him and get him on his way.
"Thank you Damien, I appreciate that. I'll talk with you again soon." Loomis said still tense but a little less restless than before. Damien nodded glad that he could help loomis relax his mind a little. Loomis knew better though, he knew that this was just the start of his battle to make sure Myers doesn't escape again. Loomis sips his coffee as Damien dials for security and the doctors talking rather hastily.
Michael's Pov
I am standing here in the dark knowing what will come next. Loomis has probably requested for me to be satiated, and moved into another cell. I have been through this procedure so many times, and in their minds they feel safer, but it is really a false sense of security. Nothing can hold me here for long, not even the chains that bind me.
"Carefully men, he is dangerous" Michael's head turns and tilts to the location of the sound which is coming from the entry way of his door. Michael is amused though remembering all those times Loomis would run around half crazed warning everyone saying "The EVIL is back! Run from the EVIL! The EVIL can't be stopped never ever! I have seen the EVIL and it is very, very EVIL!" Using his warnings to establish his own single-minded pursuit of his patient, whose best interests he no longer had in mind. When they walk cautiously in Michael can see they are carrying several tranquilizing guns, and three lage needles probably filled with Thorazin. Michael can feel his arms being pulled behind him and tightly cuffed, Michael lets the guard do this but not without looking at him through his pale mask. The guard backs slowly away slightly unnerved and lets the other men do their work. Michael is injected with all three needles, he doesn't even flinch as this was done but only watches in a distant short of way.
Michael was already starting to get groggy as He is lead gently to a gurney and strapped down security. They than pushed him out of his cell room, and down to the place they picked which would better suited Michael for needs and their safety. Michael was resting quietly with no agitated squirming or resistance, which made the personal feel like the operation was going quite well. When they made it to the fourth floor they strolled him into a maximum quarantine room, with the highest rated security system. It would be very unluckily that Michael could get out without setting the alarms off. They shut Michael in still strapped to his gurney and left two security guards behind to keep an eye on things.
Michael is still conscious and breathing heavily not liking his limited space. He struggles to move a little but realizes he is tightly pinned down and he is to drugged to break free. Michael's relentless mind wanted to rebel against this but he knew he was powerless in this situation and would have to give into this drugged sleep. Michael knew he would awake before dawn though, and when he did he would be ready.