A/N: I do not own Halloween, we already know this.

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Danna thought about the unconscious figure in the basement. She hated having a serial killer there, but Terra wanted to keep him...That girl knows too much, for her own good.
"Ugh...why can't she be obsessed with boy bands, or something?" Danna thought as she stir the pot of soup on the stove. Not only does she have to keep Michael (and make sure he stays) in this house, but now she's feeding him! How and why did this happened?!
"I should have been more assertive..." was mumbled under her breath.
Her anxiety was over the roof. Really, Danna was up all night tying him up, arguing with Terra, and then cleaning the house. And what was her friend doing the whole time?! Sitting in the basement, conversing with the killer.
"So...so much...to do..what if she's already dead...then good for me...I guess..." Danna set up three bowls, and poured the soup in them(a little harshly). With a tray in hand, she walked down to the basement.

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While that was going on, Terra (who was sitting cross-legged on the floor) was chatting away to the unconscious Michael Myers, tied to a pipe with a variety of chains, ropes, tape of different kinds. The wound on his neck from the katana had healed(how, she had no idea), but he hasn't made any movement, since hours ago. But that didn't deterred her, Terra kept talking. Maybe with enough of it, she could make some kind of connection to him.
"Maybe the...romantic kind?" She thought, giggling at the thought. What a silly, but...alluring thought.
"...so in conclusion, that is why I think Doctor Loomis is a pathetic excuse of a psychiatrist, and I wish you killed him earler on!" Terra finished her speech, with the same unwavering grin.
If Michael was conscious, even he would be creeped out by that grin. But she could be easily killed.
"Oh, Michael..." she sighed happily, scooting a little closer to the unmoving Shape. "I had always dreamed of this moment...well, not like this, but you get it..." even taking a risk that would usually mean a death sentence...she touched Michael's mask.
" I could kiss you..." and Terra was close to doing suck a thing, putting a hand under the mask, and was about to lift it up...
...Luckily, Danna came in, with a tray of three bowls of soup. And Terra pulled back, sitting straight.
"...what did you do?" Her roommate said, with an eyebrow raised.
"N...Nothing" Was her replied.
Danna was not conviced, but she let it slide.
Setting the tray down, she grabbed the katana (still covered in blood from last night) and stand guard. Her glare was steel cold.
"Umm...Danna...aren't you...?" Terra asked. Danna can be over-dramatic, sometimed.
"Eat first, then go. It's my turn to watch him" danna spat back, gaze unwavering.
Normally, Terra would have more guts to argue back, but with the blood stained katana, and having witnessed her using it in the past (a lot of burglars were scared sh$tless), she held her tongue and ate the soup. As usual, it was delicious.
She even tried feeding Michael, but he was still as a statue.
"Oh well...there is always tomorrow..." Terra thought, as she slurped up the last of the soup.

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Michael hasn't move at all, and that scares Danna. It was late at night, but she still stand tall, katana in hand, ready to attack.
She refused to be caught off guard, with this monster in near proximity.
The thrid bowl (that was obviously supposed yo be for Michael) was left untouched.
But, this is a young woman, people are bound to fall asleep. Just give her a few hours, and the girl will be out like a light.
Michael knew this, and he was counting on it.

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A/N: R&R, if you wish, feedback is nice.