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Normal POV

Dr. Loomis stared at Michael for a bit and Michael stared right through him. The two sat outside at one of the benches that was beneath the only tree in the area. On the table between them was the box of masks Kyra had left for Michael.

'Why would she bring these back? My gifts to her.'

Dr. Loomis sighed gently.

"Well Michael, you have proven to have won this case. The board that runs this facility has decided to move you to a different hospital that is out of state. I have argued and tried to buy us more time together, but it seems those times have come to an end. You've grown so much, but there is still too little to know about your story, about who Michael Myers is." he explained. Michael was still taking in his words letting it seep into his brain. Moving meant being away from Kyra. Dr. Loomis was a fool to think this news would somehow spark something inside Michael to make him suddenly talk, make him shout to the sky why he did what he did all those years ago. But alas Michael remained silent as if the doctor's words meant little to nothing to him.

"Tomorrow is the last day to receive any visitors… Kyra has been informed and she left these for you to remember her by." he replied gently trying to add some sort of excuse to his words as to not set Michael off. But Michael is a silent predator, you would never see the disturbance on his face. Dr. Loomis nodded.

"This will also be our last session. I am sure you will need some time alone. You will have five minutes to yourself before the orderlies come to take you back to your room. Good bye, Michael." he said and slowly left the table. Two heavily armed guards watched from the door of the hospital. Such a waste, Dr. Loomis thought to himself. He believed there was still much more he could learn from his silent patient.

Michael stared at the spot for a second before looking down at his mask. He didn't care about his doctor, only the news and information he gained from his talking over the years. Dr. Loomis was his link to the outside world in regards to Kyra. But now it all made sense why she brought back his gifts. She was leaving and never coming back and the hospital was moving him further away from her. Michael stared at the numerous masks through threads of his greasy hair, his hands flat on the table. His palms shook before immediately curling into tight fists. This couldn't happen, this is not how they would end. He would not allow it.

Kyra's POV

I don't know why I felt so nervous all day. I could hardly focus on classes. Any words that came out of my professor's mouths were on mute. I couldn't stop thinking about Michael. So this was finally our good bye. He would be out of my life forever and I could finally start living. I felt an immediate pain in my groin, the thoughts of my attack taking over my mind. I left my class a few minutes early and just stood against the wall in the hallway of the communication building. This day was so hard, it shouldn't be this hard.

I should be happy that he could no longer plague me, but he was in my blood, my body, my memories. He was my love, or the fantasy version my childhood brain thought love was. I had my head against the wall when I saw Jack coming down the hall looking at me with concern. He wore a white tank under a blue and white plaid shirt and blue jeans. He looked like he should have been on a farm working or something. I had texted during class letting him know I was freaking out.

"Hey you okay?" he asked. I sighed and just leaned in to him wrapping my arms around him. Within seconds I feel his hands wrap around me. I liked the muscles on him, how I felt safe in his hold. We walked to the student center and found seats on the second floor.

"I don't know why I feel this way. I thought me giving back the masks would mean the end of everything." I said. Jack watched me from his seat, fingers curled together over his knees.

"Getting over trauma like that is never easy, Kyra. You can't snap your fingers and things are well again." he said calmly and wisely. "Michael Myers… is a celebrity to some. I remember reading about his new trial after your attack. I heard so many came to watch the trial. I don't understand how people can fall for a guy like that. But maybe because he was big news here. And you being involved with him means your emotions are thicker than most victims cases."

"What's your point?" I asked gently, not trying to give off the impression I was annoyed with him, because I wasn't.

"I'm just saying is things won't start to heal until he's officially gone, maybe to another hospital or maybe when he's in the ground." he said, and I thought of his words, letting them sink in.

"Halloween is coming, and when it's over, I truly feel better." I said looking at him intensely. We hung out in the same spot until Lynda and Annie showed up. Then some of Jack's friends came with food and everyone just talked about classes and what they're going to do over the weekend. I remained quiet and just listened to my friends speak, while my mind jumped from them to Michael. I wonder what he was feeling, what he was thinking. But what does a caged predator think about, what do they feel? Nothing. He didn't care, he couldn't, not about anything, not about me. I just became like everyone else to him and if I wasn't he'd never tell me otherwise.

When night came, we all separated and I let Jack walk me home. He was a pretty good friend. I could feel the attraction between even if it was unspoken, I knew it was there. He had been at my place a few times, so it was nothing new when I invite him in. My place was small compared to his home. He owned a house a few miles from the school.

There was a note on the fridge from Lacy. She'd gone out to spend the night with her boyfriend.

"So my roommate's gone for the night." I said to myself. I could see Jack out of the corner of my eyes moving closer to me, stalking me like a predator himself. I was mildly tense as I turned and faced him, the look in his eyes a bit darker than usual. But it was not an evil dark.

"Maybe that's good for us." he said lowly, and I looked him over as he now stood over me, blocking me against the fridge. I tilted my head some.

"And how would it be good for us?" I said lightly, a small smile spreading across his lips. His hand raised slowly and lightly his fingers were moving toward my face. On instinct I recoiled a bit so he couldn't touch me. He shook his head slowly.

"I'm not him, Kyra. I would never hurt you." he said gently, and I watched him cautiously as his fingers moved once more to lightly outline the smooth scar tissue over my face. I closed my eyes, feeling how smooth his fingers were against my skin. I bit my bottom lip to stop it from shaking. No one had really ever touched my face except my mom and Michael.

I opened my eyes slowly to see Jack's lips smash onto mine. It was quick and hot, and we both inhaled at the feel of each other. His fingers gently caressed my neck, pulling me into him. His manly body scent washed over me, and I immediately found myself wanting more. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him into me. Why not, this is college, the time of living. We let out soft pants and noises of approval as our hands roamed each other's body. His lips moved to my cheek and he began peppering my scar with butterfly kisses all the way down to my neck until he was sucking and biting at my flesh. I gasped hard, feeling my arms wrap around his neck.

A gentle moan escapes me and I feel excitement grow inside me like I have never felt before. He moved back for a quick second and took my hand leading me to my room.

Normal POV

The apartment was filled with moans and cries of passion as Jack's hips bucked hard between Kyra's. Her head fell back in utter pleasure as she felt his cock grinding deep inside her. At first she was nervous and afraid, feeling the tension come back inside her from her last moment of brutal intimacy. But this was celebrating the end of her pain.

Jack kissed her hard wrapping his arms around her as he moved his hips faster wanting to be as deep as he can inside her. He wanted to be one with her, but as a man he could never express that. His hands caressed her breasts and groped them wildly. He liked how they fit in her palm and she liked when his tongue made her nipples hard and sensitive. She never knew sex the right way could feel so good.

Meanwhile at the hospital, Michael was standing in the middle of his room, naked, eyes staring at each mask that told a story. The first make he ever gave Kyra, the mask he made for her after murdering the bully Wesley Rhoades, the many other masks that she had given back to signify that she was leaving him for good. His hands were shaking as he felt the pleasure building up in his body from her. He could feel her, he always could even as kids. But that day he had been inside her, their bond grew stronger even when she was not there. And now Michael was feeling the ultimate betrayal. He knew she was with someone, his entire being told him so.

His body boiled with anger and he suddenly grabbed handfuls of his masks off the walls in a fit of pure fury and rage. He destroyed them and continued to grab more and more masks that were his links to her being. He ripped them and crumbled them up. He moved over to his small desk where some of his masks were still blank, still needed to be created and he destroyed them too. He wanted to lift the desk up, but it was bolted to the ground, but his bed wasn't. He flipped it immediately, grabbing masks off the wall the bed was closest too. He tore them all down, his only possessions, all useless and meaningless without her face to fill them. Through her, he had inspiration for every mask because he could see her wearing them. His room was once a shrine to her, and now she had betrayed him and his senses could no longer process that.

She and he were no longer connected. This was the most movement he had ever expressed and when he was done he just stopped in the middle of the room again, the floor and ocean of shredded and destroyed masks. His feet were covered by them too. Now she was just like any other person to him now. He needed to get out of this retched prison. He needed to see her to truly decide her fate, even though he was sure he would kill her like the rest. They would not send him away. He would not be forgotten, not by the people of Haddonfield, not by his doctor and not by her.

Author's note

to the guest who mentioned the hills have eyes, I have thought about a plot but it needs work as well as a wrong turn plot. ill be starting something soon for the hills have eyes