"The Observer"
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Michael Myers was a man full of tricks that nobody knew about… One of them was being an amazing observer, he was capable of telling the mood of those around him, and he could tell that something new was about to arrive. While painting a new face, for him, Michael assumed Loomis was in a trouble… maybe, just maybe he found Laurie... or was nervous because of Halloween approaching. He tightened his fists, the knuckles white because of the pressure.
He was like no other man, he didn't show emotion and he didn't get carried away like all of them, but in that moment anger took the best of him and slamming his hand in the table he remembered how he was trapped inside the goddam sanatorium… like a mouse in a trap. The orange and black paint spilling everywhere; a soft whimper coming from the door where one nurse got scared while checking on him.
Taking the new mask that looked like a pumping with black tears and rotting skin from the spilling, he smiled… he was going to scape, be free and take something to stop the thirsty and aching he was felling.
Later that evening Loomis took Michael to a room, "The talking room", where some of his older mask were hanged.
"I see you got a new mask, Michael" holding some big folder as always, Loomis took notes as always.
He was looking at his feet; his dirty blond hair, tangled and long, Loomis noted. Remembering how we almost killed a nurse a few months back while she was trying to cut his hair… two times she was stabbed, before they could control Myers.
Shivering he cleared his throat; suddenly the clock sounded louder and his hands were sweating.
"The new mask… is for Halloween, right?" when the words fled his mouth, he looked back at his notes, he wasn't thinking at all and he regretted with all his soul those words, they were dangerously.
He didn't saw the smirk behind the mask or how his eyes where almost dark, neither how they were shining.
Samuel Loomis would have put more than a desk between them if he had known how close he was to death. What remained human inside the shape was gone; the beast was almost released in that instant.
"Michael…I… I brought you here to let you know that I'm spending more time in our seasons; I feel we could do so much more if I spend more time in this treatment… I just found someone who I trust to help my other patients, while I focus on you"
"So there was something after all" the shape thought, and easing back he looked at Loomis, the beast almost gone and the blue of his eyes showing again.
"Do you understand Michael? I still can help you"
Everyone knew, it was a "secret" told in whispers around town, Loomis wanted to know why Myers was that way, he wanted to understand the hunger for blood, he wanted to at least know something and not just to help the tormented soul, as some habitants of the town will called him, he wanted to at least know a bit of the darkest mind, because of the riddle he was, he just wanted to solve the puzzle and then go away… maybe get more recognition and of course the respect from every psychiatric. He wanted to erase the failure that Michael represented in his life.
After being locked up in his room, Michael observed from the tiny window in the door, how one of the nurses was holding pumpkins and witches made of paper… he never got his door decorated, it was Loomis order. But this year he would see his town decorated.
It was October 4th and Michael was already thinking how many times his knife would sink in someone's body, how the blood smelled and tasted. "Crimson rain falling", Michael whispered at his new mask.
