Michael had been expecting a scream, but all he heard was a sudden intake of air from the girl. Sam hesitantly glanced to her left and saw the blade of the knife inches away from her head stuck in the wall. She let out the air in her lungs and collapsed to the floor. Only just now had she realized that she had been holding her breath. She glanced up at Michael. "Y-you never answered my question." She said while trying to regain her breath.
Michael just stared down at the girl before roughly grabbing her hair and tugging her to her feet.
"Ahh… hey stop it! Let go!" Sam yelled clawing at his arm.
He pulled her towards the stairs and stopped before dragging her up them. He flipped the girl over his shoulder and began his trek up the stairs.
Sam began beating her fists against his back but he barely registered her attacks. The two reached the top of the stairs where Michael dropped her onto her feet and grabbed her hair again. Sam tried to pull against his grip but immediately realized that caused her more pain than before.
"Fuck! Could you at least let go of my hair." Michael turned to look at the girl before releasing her head and latching on to her wrist.
Much to Michael's surprise the girl stopped screaming and followed reluctantly behind him tugging at her wrist every so often but he just held on tighter. She had decided that her day had already been hectic enough and for the time being Myers didn't seem interested in killing her, so she just followed him, hoping he wouldn't change his mind.
Entering one of the rooms upstairs Michael threw the small girl onto the bed in the corner of the room. She watched him wearily as he crossed the room to the window and pulled the torn drapes closed. Michael glanced at Sam before he walked to the door.
"Hey! You're not leaving me here are you?" Sam jumped off the bed and walked towards the killer against her better judgment. When she reached him, she put her hands on her hips and waited for an answer.
Michael reached down, threw Sam over his shoulder, and tossed her back onto the bed. When she made to get up again, Michael produced his knife and held it up in a threatening manner. Sam immediately sat down and eyed the knife. Michael walked to the door and glanced over his shoulder once more before leaving and closing the door behind him.
"Man, this sucks." She sighed.
Sam glanced around the room. The walls were faded and cracks could be seen in a few of the corners. An old rocking chair was in the corner. Sam spotted a teddy bear on the chair with one of its eyes missing. She got up and walked over to pick it up. Shaking off some of the dust she smiled at how adorable it was. She tucked it under her arm a brought it back to the bed and sat it next to herself as she laid back down. She decided to get comfortable while she was here and crossed her arms behind her head.
No one is going to know I'm even missing. I live alone and my only friends are the people I work with. …I really should have taken Andy up on his offer. Speaking of which…
"I'm starving." Sam said out loud.
She hopped off the bed and tiptoed to the door. She eased the door open as quietly as she could and slipped into the hall. She sneaked to the stairs and looked down and found the room abandoned.
"He is making this too easy." Sam whispered. "Maybe a little too easy, but if I could just get onto the street I should be fine right?"
Sam remembered an article she read a few years ago on how Michael followed Laurie Strode all around Haddonfield and beyond until he finally killed her and his niece.
Maybe it would be a better idea to get on his good side before trying to escape. Let's try the kitchen here first before pissing him off. Sam thought as she stood at the top of the stairs.
Sam glided down the stairs to the room below and moved towards the kitchen she had seen from the living room. Once there she moved towards the fridge. Yanking it open she nearly vomited at the smell of spoiled milk and eggs. She didn't think the freezer would be any better but she chanced a look. She pulled the freezer open and screamed when a rat jumped onto her arm.
Tossing the creature from her arm, she covered her mouth realizing that if Michael were still here, he would have heard her scream. Crouching down in the corner, Sam listened intently for any noise.
Other than the rat she heard nothing and decided to check the cupboards for any food. Kneeling down in front of a cupboard Sam opened the first door but found nothing. She placed her hand on the counter for support to stand but her blood ran cold when a floorboard creaked behind her. She didn't dare turn around. She could hear him moving closer as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Suddenly a knife slammed into the countertop between Sam's fingers. She yelped and ripped her hand away from the knife.
She examined it but found nothing wrong. Sam finally mustered up enough courage to turn around and stand up still holding her hand. Michael gripped his knife with one hand and put the other on the counter top. Sam stood a little shaken in the middle of Michael's arms with the killer glaring down at her.
"Hi." Sam squeaked with a nervous smile. Michael continued to stare and said nothing. "I was just looking for some food." Almost as if on cue Sam's stomach grumbled. She looked up at the murderer with a shaky smile. "See."
Michael moved away and picked something up off the floor. She stared with interest as he stood and held out his hand.
"What is it?"
He tilted his hand allowing the rat to fall out. Michael held its tail to prevent it from falling to the floor again.
"Ewww! Gross, you want me to eat that!" He nodded. "By food I mean something edible like Cheerios or a cheeseburger. Hell, an apple would be fine. But you are not getting me to eat a filthy rat."
Michael tilted his head and forced the rat closer to the girl. She moved back even further before dodging to the side and moving past him.
"Never mind. I'll just go to sleep hungry. Maybe tomorrow I can explain it to you."
As she walked by Sam noticed that her bag was now on the couch. She grabbed it and put it on making her way to the stairs. Sam started up the stairs with Michael's eyes on her. As she moved up the stairs she mumbled under her breath something along the lines of "I would kill for McDonalds right now."
Sam walked down the hall and into "her" room. She flopped down onto the bed and tried to fall asleep, but it wasn't going to happen. She reached over to the teddy bear she picked up earlier. She rolled onto her side and held the bear close to her. Sam closed her eyes and after a few minutes she fell into a light sleep.