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Jamie woke up to the sound of her uncle's breath. Her mind was still blurry from all painkillers and meds, and she first wondered where she was, before hearing the regular beep of a machine next to her bed, and guessing that, according to the white walls and ceiling, she was in hospital.
Her uncle was on his knees, his chin rested on her bed, his hands on the little girl's arm. He wasn't trying to break his niece's bones. He was just watching her, fascinated. She was fascinating, wasn't she ? She was his niece. His. He felt like she was his own daughter. He had never felt like this. Michael was actually soft as can be around her. He had often been afraid to scare her and hurt her. The only contacts he had with others was for killing them, slitting their throat, strangling them, crushing their skull, breaking their fingers, stabbing, hitting, ripping. Never simply holding hands. Stroke a girl's hair, caress her face, craddle her in his arms, wipe tears away, hug, comfort, kiss... It was new.
For 20 years he hadn't held a hand. Held a child in his arms. Nothing close to this. And now he could do it all at once... He enjoyed it. It made him happy. Actually happy. More than a fake smile on his face, it was a little warmth spreading in his cold black heart. He didn't know if sweet Jamie felt the same, he hoped so, being rejected by her would be awful, he would do terrible things.
But he knew he couldn't anyways. First because hurting little Jamie would mean hurting himself as well. He ignored what was the second reason, because behind what seemed to be a simple wall, he wasn't alone. Laurie and Loomis were watching him behind a window, they could see him but from inside the room you couldn't see anything. They would have never left the serial killer alone with an injured kid.
Well at least Laurie wouldn't. Loomis was always the one to try new experiments, not caring if anyone was hurt in the process. Nothing so far had happened, and they had been there for 5 days. Jamie's burns were healing, so were Michael's, but no one doubted he would get through it. Jamie's state could have been way more preoccupating if she hadn't been saved by Michael, Laurie and Loomis knew it, and couldn't help but be disturbed by this thought. Evil Michael Myers had saved Innocent Jamie Lloyd's life. And he was watching over her everyday. He was really behaving like an uncle should. Maybe more like a big brother, but he seemed to care deeply for her. What worried them was that he could as well be lying through his teeth, and they currently had no way to prove it. It was so stressing. He was unpredictable. They would have prefered to get him locked away in a mental hospital or a prison forever. That's what they first wanted to do. That's what they were going to do. As soon as Jamie would get out of hospital, they would put Michael in one. The most securised one. He would never get out. Eventually if he behaved well enough visits would be allowed.
For the moment Jamie was drawing with Michael. She was concerned when she saw he was only drawing sad faces. Before he could do the mouth of one of his sad characters, Jamie quickly leaned toward the picture and drew a smile. He froze, looking puzzled. Then he nodded in approvement and the little girl giggled. Michael then drew lots of happy faces. He drew a girl with brown hair and pink cheeks, and a bright smile. He pointed at Jamie, and back at the picture. "It's me ?" He nodded. "It's very pretty." A smile spread across her features and Michael felt happy. He had made her smile.
He never knew, but he had made Laurie cry too. She had seen it all behind the glass, and she felt confused. She didn't know what to believe anymore. One part of her knew Michael was just evil and mindless, but the other had a strong argument too ; he had been drawing with a 9 years old little girl for hours.
"Who is it ?" asked Jamie. Michael pointed at himself, and lifted his hand upon his head. "A bigger you...? A... A big sister ?" The man nodded. "What's her name ?" He took a purple pen and wrote below the girl "Judith". Jamie seemed to keep the information preciously in her brain, before another question came on her lips.
"And who's this one ?" She had pointed to another woman, smaller than the other, but looking similar. Michael did the same movement as earlier, only he lowered his hand instead of lifting it. "Little sister, that's it ?" Another nod. "Is it mommy ?" Michael seemed to shiver at the word "mommy", and stayed still. He only wrote slowly below the girl "Laurie". He had drawn a shape between the two girls, smaller than Judith but taller than Laurie. "And this one ?" The shape's face was hidden behind scribbles. He had a skinny, tiny body, his legs and arms trembling, and there were no colours in him, only black. Jamie didn't wait for her uncle's answer, she knew already.
"It's you."
Silence.
"Why is your face hidden ?"
Silence.
"Do you think you're... ugly ?" Michael turned his head toward his niece and she immediatly put her hands over her face in protection as he raised his hand menacingly. "I-I d-didn't mean t-to upset you...! I'm s-sorry uncle !" She was waiting for the hit. It never came. Michael had stabbed the boy's face with the red pen. Jamie stared, half horrified, half fascinated, as her uncle scribbled the boy's whole body with red. She had to gather all her courage to stop him and ask : "Why ? Why are you doing that to yourself ?"
Michael's breath slowed, he dropped the pen and stared at the picture. He was shaking. He had forgotten it was only a picture, not a real boy. He had forgotten it was only a pen, not a knife. He had forgotten his niece was here.
But Loomis and Laurie hadn't forgotten he was a serial killer.
Strong doctors had pulled him to the floor, despite Jamie's cries of fear. Michael didn't fight. He didn't protest. He didn't struggle. He could have escaped if he wanted, for sure. But it seemed he had given up. Jamie got up and hit one of the doctors, only to find herself being pulled back against her bed. Unlike her uncle, she struggled and kicked the air. She didn't like to be held so close by strangers, it reminded her... It reminded her...
She screamed. That's when Michael finally decided it was time to get rid of these annoying men trying to keep him still. He lifted his right arm, quickly caught the wrist of the doctor that was keeping it down and crushed it. He then lifted his other arm, clenched his fist and punch another doctor's hand against the tile floor, breaking both the floor and the hand. He rolled on his side, kicked a third doctor in the stomach and as he was about to snap the last one's neck, a tiny hand stopped him.
"Uncle." Michael let the frightened man go. He looked at his niece, puzzled. Was she scared ? Oh he didn't want to scare her ! Please someone tell him he hadn't scared her...
Jamie was shaking. She was scared. What could he do to make her forgive him ? He slowly leaned closer and wrapped his strong arms around her. She thought for a second he was going to break her in two. But he held her gently. His rested his chin on top of her head and sighed contently. Jamie didn't move at first, but as he wasn't doing anything bad she cuddled closer and wrapped her thin arms around his neck. He was perfectly calm and relaxed.
But Laurie wasn't. She had ran with Loomis to the door of the room, and had only seen Michael beat up the doctors, not what followed. When the door slammed open, Michael clenched his teeth and held Jamie closer. The little girl felt it. She was starting to worry. If her mother was worried did it mean she had to be too ? Laurie stayed still for a few seconds, before she took a step closer. "Michael, leave her." The shape didn't move an inch. Loomis tried too. "Michael ? Please."
No reaction. Jamie looked up at her him. "Uncle...? You've got to let me go... Or mommy and the doctor will think you want to hurt me too. And it's not true, so please listen to them... You will come to see me later..." She looked hesitantly at her mother. "Right...?"
Laurie nodded. "Yes Michael.
- You see ?" said Jamie. He finally let his niece go and run in her mother's arms.
Laurie hoped that Michael didn't hear her trembling voice when she lied.
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