A/N: Going to do Michael's POV for a little to explain what he was thinking about seeing the last two days.
I saw the car pull up. More idiot teenagers for me to murder.
Someone had remodeled the house. Mistake on their part. When I find out whom it is their death will be long and painful.
I heard the door open and close. I went into the closet to hide and wait for the right time to strike. What I saw shocked me. The boy came in holding what looked like a dead body. She wasn't dead yet though. Blood, cuts, and bruises covered her entire body. The boy started hitting the girl and the things he did to her were something I had never sunk to ever doing. I walked out ready to attack the couple the girl saw me. Looking into her eyes I saw something I had never seen. She was pleading for help with her eyes. Right then I walked away. For some reason I couldn't kill her. I watched as the guys beat her till she was unconscious.
When he was done he laid beside her and cuddled with her. It almost made me sick the way she looked, but why. I loved watching people in pain. Bloody and cut up was something that excited me, but not with this girl. Something about her wanted me to save her.
I watched them sleep till he woke up and left. When he was gone I came out and walked over to the bed. Something made me want to touch this girl. I didn't know what it was, but I ran my hand up and down her body until I felt her start to wake. I backed into the corner watching her try and move to escape, but she couldn't. She fell to the ground. I stood over her. "I just want to shower." She said. Then she looked up and at my knife. She covered her head and started crying uncontrollably. I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill her. Anger and frustration filled my body. I walked away. Then I heard the boy come back. She tried to move and get back in bed, but she couldn't do it, so she pretended to be asleep once again. I watched as I expected him to hurt her, but he didn't yet. He carried her into the bathroom. He undressed her and put her into the shower. He then undressed himself. I listened to him talk to her, he was crazy.
He started touching her. She opened her eyes screaming in pain. She begged him to stop. I watched as he forced himself on her. Why I couldn't stop it I didn't understand. Then I saw what I waited for. He slammed her head on the tub. She looked at me as she was going out of consciousness. She reached out to me.
She was very quiet, but I could hear her say, "Help me." As she passed out I walked out. I couldn't see this anymore. I left this house to kill someone, anyone. It irked me that I couldn't kill them, but I wasn't quite sure why not.
There was something about that girl. It was the fact that she needed me. I wanted to help, but I was afraid I'd end up killing her, and I didn't want that.
After killing three teenage boys I returned home. I stayed hidden in the shadows. Only 4 more days to Halloween. It was almost my night.