A/n: Okay people, I'm very, very, very sad to inform you that this may be the final chapter of Behind Blank Stares. However, don't fret! For you all have inspired me to write a sequel!!! Yay Sequels! However, I seriously need help with the title, and a few plot issues (I like ideas! I know the rough plot, but I like reading your ideas, they inspire me to make better plots!) Since this is tragically the final to second final chappie, why don't you send me some predictions, and the ones with the closest prediction to my actual thought, most original, and most inspirational (for details) will receive a fabulous prize (which I won't tell you until I see the reviews! Ha-ha! Yes I know that I am mean)
Michael is still 20, Lynn is still 19
Chapter 15 (Lynn's POV)
Michael came in the door to his childhood home where I had been hiding, instantly, I ran to feel his warm embrace. I had been terrified before that point, I saw him take six shots and fall off a balcony. Now, he's here, holding me safely in his arms.
"Is it done?" I asked hopefully.
"No, she got away," he whispered. "I'm going to go back out there and get her."
"Let me come with you," I insisted.
"No—I could never put you in a position like that. This curse is burning so strongly that I'll snap any minute, and kill anyone I come across until the target is destroyed. I could never forgive myself if I even tapped you with a knife let alone kill you," he answered, shaking his head slowly.
"Is there anything I could do? Without you having the possibility of killing me?" I asked, trying to find a loophole.
"You could send them on a false trail, so I don't have to worry about stealth," he replied. I smiled inwardly.
"Just tell me what I need to do,"
"You don't have to if you don't want to—but maybe you could find someone with a mask like mine and set them on fire? Only if you're sure you could handle killing them," Michael explained quickly. "After that, stay with Andromeda and lay low until I get back." I nodded. This would be easy. "Oh, and Lynn?" he added.
"Yeah?"
"Take these," he commanded, handing me a barbeque lighter and his knife. "I'll get more on the way. One more thing," the back of his hand caressed my cheekbone, brushing back a few stray strands of hair. "It's been months since I said this, I love you,"
A little later, I sat in the shadows thinking of a possible victim, my train of thought was interrupted by loud music near by, from a Halloween party. I smirked, just wait for the perfect moment.
I decided to change clothes first, to make things easier. Hopefully, there would be some drunken perverted idiots there that would want to get lucky. That would be my best bet, so I slipped into Michael's 'gift' I felt the corners of my mouth pull up at the though of what we were doing last night. Anyway, the pervert thing would probably be my best bet, from peering in the window; most of the guys were aged from sixteen to twenty, perfect. Just in case, I had my Plan B. To come up with some ridiculous lie that I was asleep in my room when I heard someone break in, and when I went to the rail, a masked killer was near and I was scared being all alone and wanted one of them to help me… then, I'd kill them, whichever works, I hope it works fast. I saw the door to the house open and a blonde boy of about seventeen stumbled out; I could easily tell that he was intoxicated; he wore a goofy rubber mask that looked somewhat like Michael's. Deciding on trying my first plot, I tousled my hair so that I would have a certain look, pulled up my jacket, and walked to the nearest stop sign. As his car approached, I let the jacket slip off my shoulders giving a clue to what was underneath. He pulled to a stop and quickly rolled down the window.
"Hey babe, where you headed looking so good?" he asked in slurred speech. I continued to move flirtatiously.
"Nowhere far, looks like I found what I'm looking for," I said, giving off a hint that I was really into him.
"My place or yours?" he asked, taking my hint.
"Well, I'm kind of freaked out with this whole killer thing, so how 'bout your place?"
"Hop in," I climbed in his car and slipped off my jacket, revealing what was hidden underneath. I felt his arms wrap around me as he drove. We pulled to a stop suddenly; I felt his lips on mine, I took the knife I had hidden in my shoe. (Don't ask how I was able to fit it.) and stabbed him in the chest, then screamed for help and that the escaped mental patient turned murderer was trying to get me, I put up a pretend fight with the dead body (in case of any close witnesses) and leapt out of the car. Looking around to make sure nobody saw, I lit the gas tank on fire and ran while screaming bloody murder.
Some guy approached me, I said the first thing that came to my mind; that I was in my car and the escaped mental patient (they didn't know the name yet…morons) climbed in so I tried to fight him and 'accidentally' set the car on fire. He took my lie instantly. I hope that that would be enough of a diversion for him. Seeing that my job was finished, I decided to wait by the hospital for Michael.
When I saw him coming near me, I could feel my heart flutter with anticipation, as soon as Laurie was out of the way, we would have each other forever. I rose gently, smiling. When he approached, the eyes behind the mask were not the ones I knew. I was used to his blank stare, but this one was different; although he showed absolutely no emotion whatsoever, I got the sensation of a painful burning as his gaze met mine.
"Lynn, I want you to go as far away from here as possible," he commanded, I could feel the burning more now, his voice was affected by it too, I know that it is his curse, but why did he want me away? I shook my head. After six months of not seeing him, I was going to be glued to his hip for at least a week or two. "Lynn, I'm serious. This is too dangerous for me to risk your safety, just stay back. I told you my curse was burning before, now it's worse because I'm closer. When I snap—which will happen any moment—I kill anyone in sight, please," he pleaded. I could taste his sincerity. It was then I realized exactly how much he loved me, to where anything that he found unsafe towards me, he would fight it, just as he was fighting off his curse now, no matter how strong the urge and pain was.
"Fine, but I'm not going far," I said. He nodded curtly to my compromise as he turned and slipped into the building. I went to the shop next door, waiting for him to come out. I could feel exhaustion washing over me after I sat there for a while, and eventually, I subdued to a deep, dreamless, sleep.
I woke quickly after I heard a loud thud; I shot up and looked around to find that it was caused by me falling off the chair I was asleep on. I dared a glance at the clock nearby; it had been about an hour and a half. I stretched and went outside. There I saw a girl crawling toward Loomis; no doubt, it was Laurie. I ran toward them, but they had made it inside before I could get to them. Something told me that Michael was near; I looked through the glass doors to see him coming toward Loomis, Laurie, and some cop I didn't know. Then I saw Michael get shot a few more times, when he fell to the ground I almost screamed, but he got back up and continued to chaste Laurie the pathetic wench just couldn't give up could she?
They went out of my sight, I sat by the door and listened intently for Laurie's screams of horror and pain mixed with her begging for mercy, but it never came. I heard two consecutive gunshots, something breaking, and then one of the most terrifying of all: an explosion. I leapt back at the sudden boom, I saw Laurie running out with Michael close behind; while completely on fire! I screamed in terror so loudly that my ears popped and I was hoarse after one scream. Then, he fell to the ground, undoubtedly dead; nobody could have survived that could they? I felt hot tears running down my face; I looked over to Laurie and ran after her,
"You did this! You killed him! Die you wretched witch!" I screamed hysterically between sobs, being held back by Andromeda, but how did he get here? An ambulance pulled in for Michael, most likely just to take him to the coroner to pronounce him dead. I looked at the cop, "let me see him," I muttered.
"Pardon?"
"Let me see him," I repeated louder, more urgent.
"I really don't think that's best…" Andromeda interrupted, still pulling me back.
"I said I want to see him, so let me see my damn fiancé," I growled, they were pulling on my last nerve. The officer sighed and opened the door.
"I'm just telling ya, it ain't pretty," he warned as I slipped out from Andromeda's iron grip and climbed in. I turned to them staring in the door.
"A little privacy here?" I demanded, they quickly shut the door after noticing the change in my temperament.
Michael lied there motionless, I felt a choking sensation I hadn't felt for a long time creep up into my throat, I didn't even attempt to hold back the sobs that now violently racked my small frame that forced me to tremble uncontrollably, my only to reason to live was dead, there was no doubting that. My gazed moved toward his masked face, I tried to pull back the mask to see the face I loved one last time, but the mask had melted in places, making it impossible. Then I noticed that he had been shot in the eyes, I shuddered at that gruesome detail. I climbed up on the stretcher and lay beside him with my head on his shoulder. I swore I felt his hand gently take mine and squeeze ever-so-lightly, but how is that possible, he is dead, and now I had no purpose to live, in fact, at that moment, I started planning my suicide so that I could follow him. It would take me awhile though, for I am a stupid fraidy cat that would chicken out at the decisive moment. I felt my trembling become worse, I needed to leave, and I could no longer bear to see the charred remains of my lover. "I love you Michael, I always have and will, I'll miss you, and I'll be joining you as soon as I can," I muttered between sobs.
I exited the ambulance slowly still trembling like crazy. I felt Andromeda's eyes on me and I ran over to him, sobbing into his shoulder. I felt him slowly rub my back just as Michael would. "It's alright Lynn, I've got you sis," he whispered, "I think we're going to leave now if you don't mind," he said to the police and paramedics. As we walked off, he kept his arm around me as I kept half of my face buried into his shoulder. I knew it was going to be hard for Andromeda too; Michael was his best friend. But no amount of pain would ever equal up to what I felt now, and would feel for the rest of my now-limited lifetime.
A/N: Okay, Okay, I know this is like the fifth time Lynn cries and it's getting old, but this was called for, what? She loves him that much. So PLEASE review!