"You look gorgeous," Nigel said as Danielle appeared beside him in the reception of the block.
"Get lost," she blushed. "It's only casual stuff.
"Despite her words, she couldn't deny she felt better. Her hair was clean as was her body and she felt almost like a new woman. Most of her cuts had healed by now and even the bruising was fading fast.
Mel had taken her back to her cell after her shower so she could get her bag and so on. Michael had been there waiting for her and she hugged him tightly, trying not to think about her sadness at the fact he could not accompany her. She hoped one day they would be able to go on a date somehow. Other people might hate him because he was Michael Myers but not her, not ever. Somehow, she would show the world he was her man, and nothing would change that. Her phone pinged.
Have a good evening, I love you. M.
"I love you too Michael," she kissed his lips softly. She really wanted to tell him how she was feeling but knew if she did, she'd start to cry. It was ridiculous and she knew it, but she wished with all her heart he could come with them.
"Ready?" Rick's voice called. She nodded.
"Come on then Michael, be a gentleman and guide your girl down to reception, will you?"
She felt another twinge of sadness. She really appreciated what Rick was allowing him to do but reception was as far as he could go. She almost wished they could part ways here, but nor could she bring herself to say that. The door buzzed open, Michael lovingly took her arm, and they started walking.
"You look gorgeous," Nigel said as they appeared beside him and Joanne.
"This is only casual," she blushed.
"Right, well if that's just casual I can't imagine how stunning you'd look in formal dress."
"Shut up," she teased, glad he was distracting her from the sadness she was feeling. She couldn't wait to spend time with him and Joanne away from here, but of course she wished Michael could be there too.
"Ok," Nigel smiled. "We ready to get going?"
"Yep," she forced a smile. "Let's do this thing Nige, Joanne." She knew she just had to remind herself that somehow, someday they would go on a date. She only had to hold on and wait.
"Michael," Nigel said as Danielle released his arm. "It's ok, you're allowed to guide her to the car if you want to. Go on it's fine."
"Indeed, it is," Joanne confirmed.
Michael took her arm again as Rick appeared and the block doors opened. She was certain this was the first time since arriving that Michael Myers had ever stepped through these doors. He guided her out and she unfolded her cane as he did so. He stopped, indicating to her the step down from the doors just as her cane hit it.
"Thanks darling," she squeezed his arm. "My cane just hit it."
They reached the car and Michael once again released her, turning back towards Rick. Nigel unlocked the doors and she made to get into the passenger seat, Joanne the back.
"Tell you what D," Nigel said. "Why don't you sit beside Joanne in the back? We'll have a guest in the front, and they are a little taller than you."
"Huh? Who?"
Looking into Danielle's face seeing the smile she was trying to maintain, Nigel decided enough was enough and it was time to make that smile genuine. "Who do you think?" he asked her.
"I haven't got a clue. Is Rick coming with us? I know he's taller than me."
"Nope," Rick said. "I'm not."
Joanne could see she genuinely didn't understand so she stepped forward and gently took Michael's arm, leading him towards the car. Michael's eyebrows shot up and she took a leaf out of his book and handed him a piece of paper.
Dr Loomis has arranged and authorised it. You're coming too, it's a surprise for you and Danielle.
She was certain a slight smile touched the killer's lips as he approached the car. Nigel held out his hand and shook the killers again. "Take the front seat Michael," he mouthed.
Joanne guided her round to the back, and they took their seats behind Nigel. They closed the doors, and he started the engine. She heard Joanne press the button to open her window and shout, "bye Rick." She did wonder why she hadn't acknowledged Michael though.
"So," Nigel said as they approached the gates, Dr Loomis having phoned ahead to tell them to let the car out with Michael in it. "Have you not realised who our extra dinner companion is?"
"No," she shook her head. "Are we picking them up or something?"
That was when her hand was taken from the front seat, in a warm, strong and secure grip. Her phone pinged with a message.
It's me. It would seem I am along for the evening. M.
The smile which lit up her face nearly brought Joanne to tears. "Michael?" She asked in disbelief. "I… seriously? How?"
Nigel chuckled. "Did you really think Dr Loomis wouldn't try his best to make it happen? It's a surprise purely for you babes. We love you."
Dr Loomis was true to his word. The guards quickly checked Nigel's trunk then let him out without any issues at all.
"I can't believe this," Danielle said for the second time as they hit the highway. Joanne squeezed her hand. "How…"
"Dr Loomis is a good man," Nigel said simply. "He wanted to do it and said you both deserve this. For what it's worth, I would be inclined to agree."
"Me too," Joanne smiled.
Danielle felt a great rush of affection all over again for Samuel Loomis. This was huge to her beyond words. She leant towards Joanne and whispered in her ear.
"Is it some kind of special place or something to enable this to happen?"
"It is," her friend whispered back. The staff are also guards and there are no sharp knives around. It's a programme owned by the hospital to help people in their first steps of possibly leaving soon. What does that tell you? But don't be fooled, Dr Loomis has authorised luxury seating and a top table for us. You'd never know what it really is."
Still in disbelief and happy shock, Danielle couldn't resist reaching forward and laying her hand on Michael's shoulder. He placed his on top of it. "I can't believe this," she said again making the others chuckle.
"Then start." Joanne said.
Danielle reached to touch Michael's ears, but again stopped herself. Despite what he'd said, old habits die hard, and it would take her a long time to get rid of Adam's influence, whether he was dead or not. Her phone pinged.
Please don't hold back? I understand completely, but please don't. I'll tell you this as often as I must. Remember, my ears are there whenever you want them. Please, just touch them. I'll tell you if I ever don't want you too, ok? You have my word. M.
Reaching her hands forward, she took hold of both his ears. Nigel and Joanne laughed.
"I'm so glad I'm driving," Nigel quipped. "Michael, your poor ears!"
Even given what was happening with Charlotte, Danielle Avery wasn't sure at that exact moment when she'd last been happier in her life.
…
About forty minutes later they arrived at the restaurant. Nigel couldn't deny he was impressed. There was nothing whatsoever to indicate what it really was apart from the PRIVATE sign above the double doors. The women got out from the back, Michael from the passenger side.
They headed towards the doors, Michael guiding Danielle. They slid open automatically and immediately she heard soft classical music coming from within.
"Good evening, guys," a cheerful female voice said immediately. "Come in!"
If she hadn't known the staff really knew who they were, she would've been completely fooled. They were led up to a table with luxurious leather armchairs. They were as comfortable as the ones in the Smith's Grove conference room.
"I'm Emma, your waitress this evening. What can I get you all? Mr. Myers?"
Michael's eyebrows rose and he glanced at Emma in surprise. She smiled warmly at him. "Dr Loomis called ahead and told us you were coming, I'm so glad to see you. What can I get you for dinner this evening?"
Joanne and Nigel smiled at each other as Michael lowered his eyes to his notepad and started writing before handing it to Emma.
I had a feeling he was behind this. I will take the steak, thank you.
"Good choice." Emma said. "What would you like?" She read Danielle the menu. As soon as she said carbonara her mouth watered. She turned towards Joanne and smiled, remembering that first therapy session right at the start of her treatment when she'd told them she loved carbonara. Joanne squeezed her arm, and she knew they were once again thinking the same thing.
"I'll have the carbonara please, and can I have an apple juice to drink?"
"Of course you can! Sorry Mr. Myers, I didn't ask you what you want to drink?"
Call me Michael, no need to call me 'Mr. Myers.' I will take a sparkling water, thank you.
Emma read it and nodded. She then turned to Joanne and Nigel who gave her their orders.
The food didn't take long at all to arrive which made sense considering they were the only diners. It was piping hot and delicious. Michael's steak had of course been cut in the kitchens, just as Dr Loomis had said it would be.
"Nigel," Danielle said as they started eating. "Tell them that story about the time you got that um… wrong text."
"Oh Jesus," Nigel started laughing. "That was hilarious! I most certainly would not have wanted to be the person who sent that! To this day I don't know who it was! I got an… explicitly worded text saying something like 'I want your dick in my pussy so bad, I want you to fuck me so hard!'"
Joanne started laughing and Nigel was certain there was a slight smirk on Michael's lips.
"Did you text them back?" Joanne said through laughter.
"Hell no!" Nigel looked at her as if she were crazy. "Can you imagine? 'Sorry darling you've got the wrong number.'"
Danielle was howling with laughter, her face buried in her glass and tears falling down her cheeks. "Oh my God," she said when she could just about speak. "Shit! You so should have replied!"
"A certain little tinker tried to persuade me to do just that," Nigel said poking her arm. "I didn't want to embarrass them. 'you've just texted a 52-year-old honey., as I was at the time. 'My equipment is a bit rusty!'"
Joanne burst out laughing again at this. "You were only 52! No way it's rusty!"
"How would you know?" Danielle and Nigel said together. Michael laughed out loud at this.
Joanne blustered. "I… I wouldn't! I just meant…"
"Stop now while you're ahead Joanne," Danielle advised, clutching her stomach and wiping tears from her face. "Fuck Nigel that gets me every time!"
"You're too kind," Joanne said. "I would've so replied and told them they had a wrong number! I'm assuming they didn't text again?"
"No," Nigel grinned. "So, they probably realised their mistake and thought I was either exceptionally kind, stupid or the number was dead!"
Joanne was coughing with laughter at this point. Michael reached over and slapped her gently on the back. "Thanks Michael," she gasped. "Jesus that was fucking hilarious!"
"Oh God," Nigel groaned. "That's one story I'm never going to hear the end of now, isn't it? Thanks Danielle!"
"You're welcome," Danielle smirked. Michael raised his notepad.
You should've told them you're a girl.
The others collapsed in laughter at this. "Can you imagine?" Nigel could hardly speak. "'Sorry babes, I don't have a cock, I'm a woman!' Oh shit, I should've done that! I think maybe I was too kind after all!"
The rest of the meal past with further companionable conversation, Nigel asking Joanne to tell some of her worst experiences as a guard. Danielle was horrified to hear about the time a male inmate of the prison she'd worked at before starting at Smith's Grove, had kicked her in the face breaking her jaw.
"Glad I didn't see that," Nigel and Danielle said in unison.
Joanne smiled at them. "Thanks, but it was ok, bit of surgery and a few weeks off and I was just fine."
"Now that's one tough woman right there," Danielle said with pride and admiration. "You're the kind of woman I want to be. I idolise you, Joanne."
"Nah," her friend squeezed her shoulder. "I'm just me. I can't say for definite that if I'd been through everything you have that I would be that 'tough' as you put it."
"I bet you would," she squeezed Joanne's shoulder back. "I bet you'd have told those guys where they could stick their cocks and it's not inside you!"
Joanne chuckled. "Who knows?"
"Can I get you people anything else?" Emma's cheerful voice spoke beside her chair.
"Can I have another apple juice please Emma?" Danielle asked.
"Of course you can! Dr Loomis has insisted the bill is on the Smith's Grove tab and instructed me specifically to say, 'have exactly what you want' no exception.'"
"That sounds exactly like what Dr Loomis would say," the women said together affectionately. Nigel and Michael smiled.
"Indeed. Anything else for anyone?"
"In that case I'll have a small wine if I may?" Joanne asked with a grin.
"Of course, Joanne! White or red?"
"Just a small white thanks."
"Joanne turner!" Danielle said in mock disbelief as Emma walked away, having taken their orders for dessert. "I never would've believed it of you!"
"What?" Joanne said in mock defence. "It's just a small wine! Why boss, am I not supposed to?"
"I just never would've imagined it from you that's all. Do you like wine then?"
"No, that's why I'm ordering one."
Nigel laughed. "You walked straight into that," he said.
"Yeah, fair enough. I mean, do you like all different kinds? Or just some?"
"White is my favourite," Joanne confirmed. "Do you like wine then?"
"Yuck, no chance! Can't stand the stuff. To be honest I don't drink alcohol as it is."
"Have you ever?"
"Um… you know what? I really don't think so. I just never liked the taste."
Following Joanne's example, Nigel had ordered half a pint of beer but no more as he was driving.
"You could always ask Michael to drive if you get too smashed," Joanne grinned.
"No! Ask me! I'll drive!"
"Oh my God," Nigel and Joanne groaned. "Suicide mission alert!" Nigel said. "Michael if she drives kill me first!"
"That's not fair!" Danielle said as they heard Michael laugh out loud with them, for one of very few times since she'd known him. "My driving is excellent thank you very much!" Michael raised his notepad and Joanne read the message aloud.
"If she drives, I'll kill myself never mind you."
The other three burst out laughing. "Yeah, point taken," Danielle gasped when she could speak. "I think I'd kill myself too by driving, literally! So maybe not."
Emma arrived with the drinks and desserts, smiling warmly at them. When she'd walked away again, Nigel turned to Michael.
"What about you, Michael?"
What about me?
Nigel read the message aloud. Either he or Joanne made sure they did when Michael wrote something.
"Do you like a drink? Is it your thing?"
Since I became an adult, I have been unable to find out.
Nigel picked up his beer and poured some into a clean empty glass. "Give this a go." He passed it to the killer.
Michael sipped it and Joanne saw he was thinking. "Well?" she teased.
Hmm. Not bad.
"Michael," Nigel said slowly. "I'd really like to ask you a question, but I really don't want to… you know, push it or say the wrong thing."
Nigel, read this carefully. You are one of under ten people who will forever be safe from me. Nothing you say will put you in danger.
"Well thanks," the older man was touched by the killer's message. Bluntly worded as it maybe he could also hear the kindness in it. "Well, ok. Why… why did you kill your sister at just 6? That's… that's no age to kill someone is it? Had she really pissed you off or something?" Nigel had lowered his voice as he spoke. "What about 1978?"
There was silence and Nigel could see Michael thinking over his question. No one broke it, waiting.
That I do not know. I just had a rage and anger building in me beyond anything I could control. All siblings may fight this is true, but I just felt certain she had to die.
There was another long silence after Joanne finished reading the message. No one spoke. For his part Nigel could hardly believe the killer had even answered his question, let alone so honestly." Ok," he said slowly. "It was still there obviously in the leadup to 1978?"
It was. It was a lust for blood, predatory and insatiable.
Nigel felt himself shiver and was sure Joanne had done the same. "Now?" He asked softly.
It can be calmed, but only by one.
"Who's that then Michael?" Danielle asked, her tone teasing. For answer, he took her hand as he was sitting opposite her and squeezed it. She squeezed back, blinking away tears of happiness at his words. Was this true? Did she really hold the power to calm Michael's killing rage? Possibly saving someone's life in the process?
Look at Laurie strode, she thought. What was that all about if not? You appeared; Michael let her go.
Her chocolate sponge dripping with steaming custard was gorgeous. Once they'd all finished, she asked to use the bathroom. Joanne stood up immediately and they walked off.
You're a good man.
Nigel reed Michael's latest message and raised his eyebrows. "Thank you? But why? What have I done that is so special?"
You saved Danielle's life.
"Wouldn't almost anyone? Well except Adam of course."
Or me.
"You'd have killed her on first meeting?" Nigel's voice held no hostility at all.
Of course I would. If given a chance when she was first at Smith's Grove I would have done so without hesitation.
"Why?" Nigel murmured, leaning towards Michael and lowering his voice once more.
Because it's who I am.
"Or was?" Nigel whispered. "You wouldn't touch her now, would you? In fact, as proven you'd kill anyone who hurts her. You have done three times already."
Michael sighed but nodded, the two men locking eye contact. I still do not understand what she has done to me, not completely.
"Well of course you don't, you've never felt anything like this before, right? From the need to kill to the need to love, they're two completely different emotions. If I suddenly went from love to wanting to kill, I think I'd be confused as fuck too!"
Hmm.
"But you know I'll help you in any way I can, right? If you need someone to talk to or a listening ear, I'm here. You have my number, use it."
I thank you and return the offer. That said, I still do not know how or why I fell in love with her. I've asked myself this constantly and can never come up with an answer.
"Sometimes love doesn't have answers," Nigel murmured, laying a hand on Michael's arm as their eyes remained locked. "Sometimes it just hits. It can come along when you least expect it and soften even the hardest heart."
You are not talking from experience, are you?
"No, Sophie and I were childhood sweethearts who married at 17 with our parents' consent. I couldn't even imagine life with anyone else but her Michael, she was my soul, my heart, my universe. I would've done anything for her, and I tried my best to do so. You'd have loved her if you could've met her, she's the sweetest woman you'd ever have had the privilege of knowing."
Again, I am sorry for your loss.
"Thanks. But while we were together for almost 40 years, we were the happiest people alive. When we moved into the house next door to Danielle Sophie had been diagnosed and knew she didn't have long left. When we were told it was terminal, all she wanted to do was relax in a nice house with a small garden. That's how we found the one we lived in then."
You really do love her, don't you? I talk of both. I can see why you treat her as the daughter you never had.
"Sophie was my world and she's like my granddaughter. I am thrilled the Avery's have adopted her, no more than she or they deserve."
Agreed.
There was silence for a moment before Michael showed his notepad again.
I just wish I could stop worrying about her plans tomorrow evening.
Nigel squeezed his arm. "Like I said that's no crime, in fact it makes sense. If I'm honest I'd be a little concerned if you weren't, I think. It's not like this is a wedding, graduation or something, it's an execution. Albeit of a purely evil man."
I don't know if I should tell her how I'm feeling or not?
Nigel noticed the question mark and realised the killer was asking for his advice. "There's no harm in doing so," he said after thinking for a second. "It will show her someone really loves and cares about her. Just make sure its crystal clears you're not…"
Stopping her from going, I know. I'd already thought of that, that's the last thing I want her to think, but of course I know and completely understand why she might.
"So, if she asks you if she can go or tries to, don't even let her finish the question that's my advice."
Wise words.
Nigel smiled at the other man. "But also remember she has damn good reason for witnessing it. Please don't tell her this, but Dr Loomis himself wrote to the prison and verified what she had told them, because I think they were going to refuse as too short notice and Chancer had never been mentioned as killing one of the 'Hayward' family. But Dr Loomis put his foot down and that's why they accepted. But she doesn't know that."
That makes sense, Dr Loomis is a good man too. I have a lot of respect for him.
"Of course you do, he's been your doctor for thirty-five years. But I agree with you, he's a good man. He really cares about the people he treats, works with and meets."
Now you are talking from experience aren't you.
Nigel could see this time it wasn't a question. He grinned. "Yeah, but I didn't mean to. I started talking about Sophie and he cornered me in an office and gently pushed me to talk to him, I hadn't even planned it! You know I even tried to give him money for it afterwards? He just shook his head at me and walked away! I've tried since too, but he's not having any of it. Now he's paying for my damn dinner?" Michael chuckled softly.
He is kind-hearted, this is true.
The women arrived back at the table at that moment but didn't speak, clearly detecting something was being discussed purely between Nigel and Michael. But as they sat down Nigel smiled at him before turning his head. "Hey ladies. Anyone want any more to drink or are we ready to hit the road?"
Unable to resist as Dr Loomis had insisted it was free, she took another apple juice. Following her lead, the others ordered another drink too.
Half an hour later they were back in the car heading towards Smith's Grove. She yawned softly. "Wow I'm tired and cars always make me feel sleepy."
The others chuckled. "Get your head down if you want to for a bit D," Nigel said. "It's about 40 minutes back."
"Nah, I'm ok," she smiled at him. "Just the sensation of driving makes me sleepy, plus I've just eaten a huge meal."
"Yes, that was lovely," Joanne agreed. "Thank you for driving us, Nigel. Do you want gas money?"
"Now don't be ridiculous," Nigel said firmly. "I won't hear that from any of you! It was my pleasure!"
Before long they were back at the gates and the guards once more checked the trunk, then let them back through.
"Daren," Danielle said, having recognised the guard's voice.
"Hey, you," he greeted cheerfully.
"Everyone knows you now, don't they?" Nigel joked. "Once met never forgotten!"
"Why check the trunk going back in? Out I can understand, but why back in?"
"Because we've got a list of things which are forbidden within Smith's Grove," Darren said. "Knives, weapons, explosives and so on."
"Damn!" Nigel pretended to slap his forehead. "I knew I should've put Danielle in the trunk then! She's a right little firecracker when you pull her pin and make her angry, goes off with a bang!"
Everyone laughed including Darren as he pressed the button to open the heavy, reinforced security gates.
When they got back into the block, Dr Loomis was waiting for them.
"Thank you so much for paying for dinner," the three said together. Dr Loomis chuckled.
"You're more than welcome."
"You really shouldn't have," Nigel said in a mock stern tone. "That should've been me."
"Well, it wasn't, so…" Dr Loomis grinned.
"I think Joanne enjoyed her small wine," she laughed.
"Now Joanne Turner!" Dr Loomis said but they all knew he was joking. "I don't know, drinking and then coming back to work? Simply unbelievable!"
"I'm sorry Sir," Joanne said. "Then perhaps you shouldn't invite me to these lovely social events and then not give me leave afterwards?" Everyone laughed again.
"I'm so glad you all enjoyed yourselves," the doctor smiled at them. "Michael, how was it?" The killer raised his notepad.
Very nice. I too thank you Dr Loomis. Not only for the meal, but also for giving me the chance.
Joanne and Nigel looked away, clearly understanding this was private. "Nige, can I come for a cup of tea in your suite before bed? Would that be, ok?"
"Now what are you asking me for? Of course, darling. I need to put the car back in the parking space anyway. Dr Loomis authorised me to park it outside the ward, but I want to put it back in the right place."
"Don't worry about it…" Dr Loomis started. "I told you you…"
"No, it's fine doc honestly," Nigel smiled. "D wants to have a cup of tea with me before bed anyway, so I'll drive her back and then we'll take the shuttle."
"Ok," Dr Loomis said. "But only if you're going anyway. Otherwise, if you decide to drive back, you keep it there if you need Nigel. Ok?"
"Understood boss," Nigel mocked saluted, and Dr Loomis rolled his eyes but grinned.
After dropping Danielle's bag back in their cell, they got back into his hire car to drive the short distance to his suite. "You don't mind using the shuttle?" He asked her. "I mean after… I can drive you back if you'd prefer?"
"No don't be silly," she said firmly. "Charlotte wouldn't want me to avoid the shuttle purely because she showed me them. She'd probably tell me off for it."
"Now on that you're probably right," Nigel said affectionately as he started the car and pulled away from the block doors.
Just as they arrived at the suite her phone pinged with a text. She pulled it out and smiled slightly. "What is it babes?" Nigel asked.
"It's from Rick," she said.
Hi, this is Rick. Before I go any further, I want to say save this number, it's my personal cell in case you need me. Now I'll move onto tomorrow. I will be in at about 8AM and Dr Loomis has booked us one of the big conference rooms again like you sat in earlier today. We will meet up in there and discuss how tomorrow evening is going to work. Yes, before you ask, Michael can be there if you want so he's in the loop. See you in the morning, have a good night. Your friend, R.
She passed her phone to Nigel who read it and smiled. "He's a good man Rick," he said. She nodded in agreement. They got out of the car and headed towards the door of his suite, which he opened with a key card, and they entered. It was pretty much the same as she remembered from being in one with Charlotte. She sat on the huge leather sofa and Nigel headed into the small kitchen to put the kettle on to boil, having refused to allow her to help. Just as he laid the tray on the coffee table her phone pinged again. This time the text said three simple words.
I love you. M.
Suddenly she felt the sting of tears and before she could stop them Nigel had noticed. Immediately he sat beside her, and his arms were around her as she broke down into his shoulder. "Sorry," she sobbed eventually, trying to regain control. "I think my emotions are all mixed up. I can't believe Michael Myers; the, Michael Myers loves me and has told me that." She showed him the message. "So, I'm so happy, but sometimes I still feel so sad! Charlotte, everything we both went through with Adam who yes is now dead, but it doesn't take away the pain sometimes, the memories, the terror…"
"Of course it doesn't sweetheart," he cradled her close. "Something like that will take a long time to completely recover from, that's if you ever can. There's no shame in that at all. None."
"I know," she sniffled. "I'm so sorry Nige, I didn't ask to come back with you for tea and a good cry, that wasn't on the agenda."
"Hey," Nigel said firmly. "You need to cry, then cry. I'm here for you always, you know that don't you?"
"Yes," she wiped her eyes on the soft tissue he handed her. "Thanks grandad, of course I do. But I still didn't plan it!" Nigel stroked her back.
"You know sometimes we all need a good cry, right? I wouldn't be surprised if even Michael has let his emotions out in one way or another in his life."
"Yeah," she smiled a little queasily. "By killing someone."
"Well…" he hesitated. "That, may be true yes."
"I just…" she stripped off her shirt then lowered her pants, showing him all her scars. "Motherfucker," she heard him growl. "Christ if Michael hadn't killed him I would've!"
"It's just… she hesitated, trying to find the right words. "Now I've talked about this with Michael yes. He said all they show is that I'm a fighter, I'm brave and I shouldn't think about the cause anymore."
"On this Michael Myers is correct," Nigel said. "In every word he said to you there."
"I… I know," she slumped back onto the sofa. "It's just… they're everywhere. I hate them. Michael told me off for saying this but please don't Nige, I just have to say it. They make me feel so ugly. Now maybe I'm not, hell Michael Myers loves me for fuck's sake! But… I don't know! It's like I said to Michael, I feel like even from beyond the grave Adam's taunting me, having the last laugh."
"Then don't let him honey," Nigel pulled her into his arms again. "He can't hurt you anymore, that's not possible to do without one's head. So don't even let him have that power over you, you've already won!"
"I know you're right," she admitted with a faint smile. "I just wish there was something I could do… you know about these scars."
"It's no different to being a soldier in war," Nigel said. "They've got battle scars too yet they're still the victors! That's you!" He poured out the tea and handed her a white chocolate cookie. She smiled at him properly this time. "After that dinner? Seriously? Wow thanks Nige. Where did you get them from?" He handed her the packet. "I bought them on the way up." She was astonished, the package was huge. "Oh, and I should also add, I um… might have sneaked another two packets into your cell through a certain Michael Myers, you'll find them in your big desk draw."
"Nigel," she said sternly. "You shouldn't have, I… thank you!"
"You're welcome, but I of course had to buy another one just in case this very thing happened. No keep holds of it," he added as she made to pass it back. "Take it back with you when we go back."
"I'll get really fat if I eat all these," she objected weakly.
"Good!" Nigel said. "You need to get some weight back on you Madam, your skin and bone thanks to that twat! You need feeding up! Emma agrees with me. Why do you think she gave you all that junk food to take back?"
"You need to stop fussing over me," she muttered.
"Not going to happen kiddo," Nigel said. "We love you so that means some serious fussing. We're not sorry for it either."
"Seriously," she tried to sound annoyed but failed. They hugged again tightly. "Nige," she said after a while. "Does mom know I'm witnessing Chancer's execution tomorrow?"
"Yes, she does. She's right behind you believe it or not. She thinks like us that you deserve the chance."
"Ha, the chance, how appropriate!"
For a second she knew he didn't twig, but then he laughed. "Ha, pun intended! A chance to see Chancer die!" She smirked, but then grew serious again. "Really?" She was surprised. "Wow. I wasn't expecting that response."
"I think sometimes you underestimate your mom you know."
"You might be right," she chuckled a little. She didn't mean to fall asleep on the sofa, she'd only lane back for a bit as it was so comfortable. She didn't even feel it when Nigel gently placed a blanket over her and gave her a pillow, before quietly closing the door. Once in the master bedroom, he picked up his phone and texted Michael.
She won't be back tonight; she's fallen asleep on my sofa, and I don't have the heart to wake her. Sorry Michael. Michael's reply came back within a minute.
That does not surprise me. I will let Dr Loomis know. Good night to you both. M.
Nigel couldn't deny he was a little surprised, but at the same time felt a rush of respect for Michael. What had he expected? The killer to demand she returned to him. Not likely! He wasn't Adam, Nigel knew that. He was giving her the freedom to do what she wanted when she wanted, the exact thing she should have had all her life. He sat on his bed and sipped from a glass of water from a jug Dr Loomis had made sure was there for him. He wasn't even a patient, yet the doctor was treating him so kindly and really seemed to care about him and his welfare. Forcing the thoughts of Adam out of his mind, he went into the lounge again. "Honey," he murmured, softly shaking her shoulder. She stirred a little. "I've told Michael you're not coming back tonight he's fine with it. Come on, take the bed."
"I can't," she said sleepily. "That's yours."
"Babes I'll be fine on the sofa, come on you!" Before she could protest any further, he pulled her up gently by the arm and guided her into the bedroom. "Oh, no need," he smiled. He hadn't realised there were two beds there as he'd only seen the room briefly. "Perfect. Come on missy, get in that bed." She smiled at him and didn't object. Nigel stripped off and pulled on his own night clothes before taking the other one. She heard her phone ping.
Sleep well, I will see you tomorrow morning. M.
She smiled at her phone, then text back. Love you. She was so tired. Putting her phone on the nightstand beside her bed she rolled over and was soon fast asleep, snoring quietly.
Nigel smiled lovingly at her as he listened to her gentle snores. He adored this woman; he'd do anything for her. Whatever she needed from him he would do. He was already considering buying her and Michael a gift, something they needed or wanted. But what? He would have to speak to Dr Loomis about it in the morning. With another affectionate look at her sleeping form, he closed his eyes too and was soon fast asleep himself.
…
Twelve hours to execution:
Now, Derek was seriously trying not to panic. He had two hours remaining to himself and then… he took a deep breath and stared at himself in the tiny little mirror behind thick security Perspex. He was unsurprised to see he looked terrible. Pale, tired and gaunt. Truly a dying man. The guard had taken him for his shower when he'd asked at just after midnight and he'd then pulled on his 'death clothes.' Wearing suit pants and a white shirt again he hoped would make him feel… more like himself, like a man. But in fact, it was the opposite. They purely reminded him he was about to die and that he had no dignity left.
He smoothed out the collar of his shirt and felt the tailored creases in his black suit pants. NO! He shouted at himself. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS DEREK! YOU'RE GOING TO DIE SHOWING THE WHOLE WORLD YOU'RE STILL A MAN AND THEY CAN'T TAKE THAT FROM YOU RIGHT TO THE END! LOOK THOSE CUNTS STRAIGHT IN THE EYES AS THEY PULL THAT FUCKING SWITCH THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO! Those words sounded great now, however when he was strapped in the chair that was another matter. But he knew he had to stay strong and be true to his word if only to himself. He wasn't at all a believer in any kind of religion or afterlife as he'd thought previously. But now his execution was this near, he wondered if he would have to re-evaluate that position. When father Fletcher arrived at 8AM, he might have to ask him more about God, Jesus all that stuff. As it seemed he really was about to die (he couldn't deny it even to himself anymore) maybe he should make things right with him above if he even existed just in case.
"Shit," he breathed. "Fuck!" There was no other word for it, he was now absolutely terrified of the next few hours ahead and the worse part was there was absolutely nothing he could do to change what was about to happen to him. He was about to take his seat in 'old sparky' and ride the lightning. Fuck this bullshit, he thought. Can't we just get this fucking circus started now? This is so fucking unfair and cruel! How do you think your forty-two victims felt then? The thought was so unexpected he winced. Why did he care how those bitches had felt? He'd fucked, killed and tortured them and that was all there was to it. But now it's your turn boy! You're facing death just like they all did." For fuck's sake," he said aloud. He had to stop this stupid pointless battle with his own thoughts. What was the fucking point? He was almost out of time. Arguing with his own head wouldn't help in any way. That said nothing would and he knew that.
Thompson was coming to see him soon of course, another who was allowed to be with him from 8 but couldn't follow him to the chair. Only Father Fletcher was allowed that honour. He sneered at that last word. Honour? Doubtlessly the little shit would love every second of it. He knew Derek Chancer's crimes of course he'd read his whole fucking file! It was very likely that inside past his sad and comforting persona, he'd cheer like every other fucker when that switch was pulled in twelve hours' time! "Fucker," he whispered again. "Go and shag your wife after I'm dead asshole!" Fuck! He really was going crazy. He was talking to himself again. But as he'd thought before was it really a surprise? He was about to die after all, surely that earned him the right to go insane. Approaching the bars, he called out softly to his death guards. "Hey boys, can't we just get this fucking show rolling? We've only got just under two hours and there's no way in fuck I'll sleep, duh!"
"Sorry Derek," one of them said. "Father Fletcher isn't in until 8AM."
"Yeah, I fucking know that," he snapped. "But I can't just sit here… fucking waiting! Can't you just shove me in the chair and pull the fucking switch already?" Of course, the guard ignored him, but what else could he do? Inside Derek knew that, but it didn't stop him saying the words. Sitting back down on his hard bed, he felt a twinge of pain in his back. Those beds were not designed or meant to be comfortable of course, and back ache had plagued him for the last two days as a result. He picked up the legal papers, started glancing at and trying to read them, but the words just seemed to blur before his eyes. It was as though his eyes at least were accepting the battle was lost and were getting ready to die now. He slammed the papers down again in utter frustration and yes, terror. Thompson wasn't going to get him out of this and deep down he knew it. Derek Chancer was indeed out of chances.
…
When her alarm went off at 6:30AM, Danielle at first didn't know what it was. She stretched out her hand and sleepily groped for her phone to silence it. "Good morning hon," Nigel's voice said sleepily from the other bed. "Is it that time already?"
"Sadly yes," she said reluctantly, pulling herself out of bed as Nigel did likewise. Pulling on the clothes she'd worn the previous evening, she headed into the lounge then the kitchen to put on the kettle. She needed a cup of tea before doing anything else! Nigel walked in a few minutes later and she handed him his tea. "Thanks babes," he yawned and sat beside her on the sofa. "Are you going back to the hospital today?"
"Hmm I think so. Emma said I should stay as long as you needed me and so did Dr Loomis come to that. He said every day these suites are cleaned if someone is staying in one and I could have this one as long as I needed it at no cost! He's too kind." She felt her heart lift but was worried about asking. "What?" Nigel asked, obviously detecting what she was thinking. God! Was she that easy to read? "Would you mind staying here another night?" She asked. "Just so I can talk to you about… you know, tonight?"
"Of course, hon," he said immediately. "I packed enough clothes and things I just need to phone the car company to secure the car for another day, but that's no problem of course I will." A little while later they walked towards the shuttle station. Nigel had asked her again if she was sure she wanted to take a shuttle and she'd nodded firmly. "Charlotte would want me to," she said softly. Nigel hadn't argued further and soon they were inside. She hit the button Charlotte had shown her and within seconds a shuttle arrived, they climbed aboard and sat down. "Welcome to the Smith's Grove shuttle system, please select your desired destination." Nigel tapped the instructions into the touch screen having asked her if she wanted to do it with him, but she just smiled and told him it was fine. "Thank you, your journey to your desired destination will commence in fifteen seconds. Please fasten your seatbelts, relax and enjoy your trip. You will reach your destination in approximately three minutes."
"It's like science fiction," Nigel quipped as he sat back in his seat, and they fastened their seatbelts. She laughed. "I said exactly the same thing!" Once again, she hardly felt it as the shuttle pulled smoothly away from the station. She was surprised to find that three minutes was a hell of a long time to think. She thought about the day ahead, what she was about to bear witness too. A man dying in the electric chair. She didn't however wonder if she really wanted to do it her mind was made up. But she also knew it wasn't something she would ever forget. How many people got to witness an execution in their lives after all? But with everything Chancer had put her through which could've very easily got her killed as well as compromising her safety to the limit, she also couldn't deny there was a part of her which couldn't wait to hear that he was dead and to sit there while it happened. The son of a bitch deserved everything he was about to get. If she was honest, she was almost sorry she couldn't pull the switch herself.
When they arrived back at the high care ward Dr Loomis was waiting for them. "Good morning," he greeted. "Did you both sleep alright?"
"Like a log," they both said together, and the doctor chuckled. "I'm really glad to hear that."
"Dr Loomis," Nigel said. "she's asked me if I could stay tonight too so she can speak to me after… when she gets back. Is that, ok?"
"Of course it is, I already told you that. I'll get your suite freshened up for you today."
"Thank you so much," the other man said gratefully. "You're too kind Dr Loomis."
"Not at all," Dr Loomis smiled. "It's my pleasure. Care to escort her into the dining room?"
"Thanks," Nigel said, still flattered how far Dr Loomis was allowing him to go. Before they moved however, the doctor clarified. "You both should get some breakfast, go on with you." Neither of them argued. "Told you he's a good man," she said as William escorted them towards the patient's dining room. Nigel nodded and squeezed her arm. "Indeed, he is." They entered and he told her Michael was waiting at one of the tables. Something must have shown in her expression because he whistled softly and nudged her. "You're blushing, Miss Avery." They got their food and crossed to sit with Michael, who was chained by wrists and ankles. "Morning," they both said to him in unison. Nigel saw the killer look up and was that a slight smile on his lips. They began to eat and a couple of minutes later Michael made to stand. "Nah man," Nigel said immediately, standing himself. "Let me get what you need. Honest it's fine. Sit down, can't be easy to walk in those carrying stuff. What do you want?" He could see Michael was looking for his notepad, so pulled out a pen from his pocket and his diary. Tearing out a blank page, he passed it to Michael.
I appreciate it Nigel, but only if, you are sure.
"Yep, it's not a problem at all Michael. What are you after?"
Then I thank you again. A black coffee please?
"Yep, two secs," he was gone. She stood up and approached Michael, leaning in and kissing his lips softly. She reflected that only a few weeks ago she wouldn't have dared do that. How things had changed. Michael laid his cuffed hand on her arm. "Morning darling," she murmured. "Sorry about last night I just totally crashed!" His warm hand rested on her cheek, and she realised again that in his chains he was unable to reach or use his phone. "I love you," she whispered in his left ear, before affectionately pulling it. He chuckled softly as she hugged him before going back to her seat. Nigel joined them a few seconds later and passed Michael his coffee.
Thank you.
"You're welcome," Nigel smiled at the killer. He then leant towards him and spoke softly. "Please trust me, Michael?" He then gently reached into the killer's pants pocket and laid his phone in front of him on the table. He was certain Michael smiled at him and he touched the killer's cuffed arm. "You're welcome anytime," he whispered. He retook his seat beside her opposite Michael and passed her some more food. "Wow," she said. "Do you seriously expect me to eat all that?"
"Yes, I do," he said sternly. "It's like I told you last night, you need fattening up! Your mother gave me very specific instructions before I left."
"I bet she did," she said affectionately, blinking back tears. Even while Charlotte was in a desperate battle for her life, their mother was bossing Danielle around to make sure she ate.
"Yeah, so if you want my advice, you'll eat all that food, she'll be asking me I guarantee you.
"The scary thing is I know you're right," she said starting to eat. "I'll do my best that's all I can say."
"Can't say fairer than that," he squeezed her arm.
"What time is it?" She felt for her phone in her pocket.
"It's 07:30AM," Nigel said. "Are you getting… nervous?"
"I don't even know if nervous is the word. I think more… like wo, what the hell am I about to witness?" Now her phone did ping with a text. She pulled it out. It was Michael. Someone must've got his phone out of his pocket for him, as he could not have reached it wearing his chains. Her heart swelled with affection for Nigel she was sure it'd been him.
Your…
That was all the messages said, which told her he was thinking. Neither she nor Nigel pushed him, just waited to give him the time he needed.
Your destination this evening concerns me.
"Really?" She asked, surprised. "Why?"
"I'll be back in a sec," Nigel stood up. She could see through it though; she knew he was really giving her and Michael privacy. "Morning Dr Loomis," she heard him say and wondered if that was just a tactic to fool her or if the doctor really was there. Michael tried to reach to touch her, but his chains didn't allow it. She heard them clink loudly and the last thing she wanted was Michael angry, so she immediately stood up and crossed to sit beside him feeling her way around the table. As soon as she sat, his hand was on her arm.
You should have allowed me to move to you.
"It's ok," she smiled at him. "I knew there was nothing on the floor it's fine. What were you saying darling?" He sighed softly and the hand on her arm turned into a gentle squeeze. She placed hers on top of his. "You're worried about where I'm going tonight?"
I am.
"Why? Would you rather I…" immediately his warm hand was gently resting against her mouth. Not enough to cover it, but she understood his meaning instantly.
Don't ask me that question. Please? I am and would never stop you from doing whatever you want to do, or feel is right. I know you have very good reasons indeed for witnessing this execution, I just please… ask you to take care?" M.
At this, she couldn't help herself. Standing she wrapped her arms around him holding him as tightly as she could. She felt him tense a little but by now understood why. He was frustrated he couldn't return the affectionate contact due to his chains." Hey shh, it's ok," she murmured in his ear, hugging him even tighter. "I know you would if you could, just let me love you, ok?" She softly kissed his lips. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder then before she heard the clinking of keys. "It's me," said Dr Loomis' voice in her ear. "Let me take care of this problem for you." She stepped back and next moment Michael's arms were tight around her, as he stood up to hold her properly. Releasing her with one arm, she was certain he'd just shaken the doctor's hand. Awe struck her all over again. This was all really because of her influence. Sometimes even now she still couldn't believe it. "You're welcome, Michael," Dr Loomis said softly. Maybe he'd shown him a message too? "Are you both done?"
"Yes," she said, and Michael must've nodded. Affection hit her all over again for the psychiatrist when as Michael took her left arm Dr Loomis took her right. Together, they guided her down the corridors. "How are you?" the doctor asked her.
"Um, I'm not sure," she said truthfully. "Apprehensive? A little nervous, I think. Or maybe just like wo what the heck am I about to be a witness to? Don't get me wrong I don't want to miss it and he deserves every God damn second of it for what he's done, but… you know?"
"Of course. Of course, I understand where you're coming from and what you're saying."
"Of course you do," she said, affectionately squeezing his arm, his suit jacket soft under her fingers. "Because you're an amazing and damn good psychiatrist. It feels like you can read me like a book sometimes."
He chuckled and returned the squeeze. "Well thank you. But it's only my job."
"Bullshit!" She squeezed again. "I said this to Joanne, Rick and Jack and I'll say it to you too! Don't tell me it's just a job, you've done a lot more for me than you were ever expected to by the psychiatry rule books and you damn well know it. Being kind to me, helping to rescue me when I was kidnapped, giving Michael and I a chance, need I go on?"
Now Dr Loomis stopped, turned to face her and to her shock but happiness pulled her into a hug. She didn't have to see it to be pretty sure Michael was smiling. She hugged him back tightly. "Wow," he said as he released her. "Who are you and what have you done with Danielle? Well, apart from being an Avery now?"
"I've said those very same words myself," said Joanne's voice as she walked towards her. "Hello, you," Joanne said, pulling her into a hug too. "How are you?"
"Everyone keeps asking me that," she grinned. "You know I'm not the one going to the chair, right?"
Everyone chuckled, including Michael. "That's as maybe but you're still witnessing it happen, how was your little unexpected overnight stay last night?"
"How did you…" she began.
"Ah. Now I couldn't possibly reveal that to you, could I?" Joanne took her arm along with Michael this time Dr Loomis walking beside them. "Secrecy and all that."
"Oh yeah," she laughed. "If you tell me you'll have to kill me kind of stuff!"
"Absolutely!" Chuckling, the four of them reached the conference room. "Hey," she said. "I just thought. How do you open the doors from the outside if you're the first to arrive?"
Dr Loomis sighed dramatically. "Ah, Joanne. We must tell her even more of our secrets. This is becoming a fast security risk!"
"Sorry," Danielle said perfectly seriously. "I left my spy ID at home, and I forgot my suit and sunglasses. Do you need me to sign a confidentiality contract?"
"What are you like," Joanne said affectionately, now putting her hand on a square shaped button on the wall identical to the one inside. "Give that a push." She did so and the doors silently hissed open. They entered and she was once more directed to the head of the table, Michael again on her left. "Hey kiddo," it was Nigel who took his previous seat on her right.
"Do you mind if I stay?" Dr Loomis asked. "I can help if needed when discussing how today will work."
"Why are you even asking me?" She smiled at the doctor. "It's your conference room!"
"It's your meeting," he countered.
"Of course you can," she said, flattered he was seriously asking her permission not even as a joke.
"Thank you," he sat down across from her.
"Is Joanne still here?"
"Oh yes, you can't get rid of me that easily! Why, do you want me to leave?"
"Shut up," she sighed in exasperation. "Of course not, duh!"
"Hey everyone," it was Rick, the final member of the meeting. He entered and she again hit the familiar button to close the doors.
Unable to resist she then pressed the microphone button, checking it only worked in room one where they were. The chime sounded. "Ok guys shut it, sit down this meeting's about to start. Oh sorry, was I meant to say your attention please? I apologise for my lack of professionalism and experience in public address announcing!" She turned them off and everyone was laughing. She couldn't help it and joined in.
"You are such a tinker," Nigel teased, hugging her. "Just knew you wouldn't be able to resist doing that!"
Again, Dr Loomis seemed to know what she was thinking before she'd even spoken. "Go on," he said good naturedly. "I could kill a coffee! Jerrys on duty this morning too!"
She felt happiness shoot up in her chest and didn't want to stop it. She could not believe how much they were allowing her to do for the simple reason it cheered her up. She of course didn't see Nigel's affectionate smile at the doctor. Reaching forward, she pressed the call bell. Within a minute she heard happy whistling. Now she realises what must've happened. Dr Loomis had told Jerry this would happen. She felt a rush of affection hit her for Jerry this time. He was a good man, and his white chocolate cookies were to die for! The doorbell rang and she opened the doors. Jerry entered, still whistling away.
"Good morning, everyone," he said in his cheerful Irish accent she loved so much. "What can I do for you all this lovely morning?"
"Can we have a pot of tea please?" She asked.
"Of course, darling. Anything else?"
"Flask of coffee as well please," Dr Loomis said with a grin. "Not all of us are tea drinkers!"
"Sure! Oh, and you won't believe this…" Jerry paused dramatically, then lowered his voice to a whisper. "I've made some more white chocolate cookies!"
"No," She groaned, feeling her mouth water immediately. "Oh my God Jerry, you knew I wouldn't be able to resist those! I swear you put a secret ingredient in them to make them irresistible."
"Nope, because that would mean putting myself in them!" Everyone laughed at this. "Just good old coco powder! I'll be right back!"