Chapter 2
Michael Myers stalked the quiet halls of the Smiths Grove Warren County Sanitarium. He breathed heavily and rugged as if he was taking his time to breathe. He continued along the dim lit corridor until he abruptly stopped at a peculiar door. He looked at it. The room number said 103. That room once belong to Paige's sister, Seraphina.
Michael had never visit the room before but he knew that someone was in there. Perhaps waiting for him?
He slowly approached the door knob and turned it clockwise. He spread out his slightly burnt hand and pushed the door gently. He was not astounded to find Seraphina sitting on her old bed smirking at him. Her appeal was stunning but not to Michael who was still staring blankly at her. Her long brown hair was resting behind her arched back. There were tattoos of tribal symbols streaked across her chest. And the short vinyl red dress she had on looked like she was ready to whack Michael.
"I knew you'd come, Michael," she said with a wicked grin. Her gray eyes gleamed into his black hole like eyes.
Seraphina laid back and drew up her naked legs exposing some sexy laced up panties. She slowly crossed her legs over attempting to make him come in.
Michael walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Michael approached her slowly with the knife raising high above his head ready to kill her.
Seraphina chuckled and rolled her eyes then suddenly, she leapt up and charged at Michael. She tackled him against the wall and put both hands up forcing him to drop his knife. She pinned him hard. Such a strong woman, for almost normality.
Michael didn't move, instead he just glared at her with his menacing eyes. Michael wasn't stupid to let a little bitch like her take him out. If he wanted to, he can just easily reach out to her throat with one hand and crack her neck. But he chose not to. Not just yet. He waited to see what she had to say before he took her breath away.
"Oh Michael," she snickered. "You better fucking play nice or I'll cut your dick off with that knife"
Michael then pushed her off. But quickly, Seraphina was able to grab him by the shoulders again and pushed him violently on the bed. She crawled over and sat on top of him. God, she was fucking strong! Her eyes were wild and an evil grin spread across her face.
"I missed you so terribly. Did you miss me, hmm?" She made a pouting face at Michael. He grabbed both sides of her hips and tried to force her off but Seraphina weighed herself back down. Michael then froze, not with fear but with astonishment as his eyes fixated on her. He cocked his head to the right. This time she really looked like his beautiful wife, Paige. Only with the exception of the blue eyes and the black hair.
Seraphina leaned in and kissed him on his masked lips. As she was doing this, Michael was beginning to think about Paige. He felt the kiss press deeper and smearing left to right. Exchanging hot and heavy breaths. Michael gently raised his hands behind her and stroked her back. His wife... but Seraphina had her image. What difference did it make? One was here and the other one left him with his child. His mind retreated back to the scene where he grabbed Paige by the leg and tried to pull her out of the fence. She kicked him while he was doing this but he meant no harm to her. Paige was confused by his reactions and thought that he was going to kill her. Damn, if only he could talk, she would understand. And the curses she swore at him. Fuck, he was mad at her. This was the first time ever he was angry at her, not as a psychotic killer, but as a loving husband. He stormed away after she called him a sick fuck and left.
Seraphina stopped kissing and looked down at his ghastly and expressionless face.
"What's the matter, honey? Miss your wife? I can read your expressions easily. Even with the mask on so don't think about that bitch. She doesn't love you anymore. I saw her run. Running away from you. Oh, and wasn't she and the baby suppose to die tonight"
Seraphina waited patiently for an answer but she knew Michael didn't talk. She was toying with him as if he was a puppet. Michael hated that.
"Where the fuck were you tonight, huh?" She was now raising her voice at him. Michael was fed up and suddenly threw her over, rolling her on the bed. He quickly got up and stared at those raging gray eyes. Tears were building up and flowing freely down to her cheeks.
"You still love her, don't you? All my life, I was the one who loved you. I was there for you. That little bitch wasn't! I'm happy that my father had to sacrifice her for your curse! Why didn't you kill them, huh"
Seraphina got up and stormed towards the door. But was held back when a hand grabbed her arm. She looked up to see Michael who was breathing hard.
"What the fuck do you want"
Michael tilted his head at her. Michael then released her. She dashed out of the room leaving Michael behind. Rage was building inside of his head and his body was tensing up. His hands curled into fists tightening hard an empty grip. Michael looked down to search for his knife. He bent over and swiftly picked it up. He was ready to kill anybody, anything who would get in his way. Michael left the empty room and walked towards the exit where his wife had escaped. He was now going to follow her trails. He had a job to finish.
Please read and review! I know what you guys must think, it's so weird to have Michael to be torn by two women but hey, I can't help myself.