Danielle couldn't sleep. Despite the fantastic two nights she'd had with Tim, Colin and Jodie, dancing her heart out and the night away, her brain would not shut down. She knew why of course; she was missing Michael so bad it hurt. Checking her phone, she saw it was almost 2AM. Hoping she wouldn't wake him but unable to help herself, she sent him a text.
Hey darling, are you ok? Sorry for the late text, I just can't sleep, I'm missing you so, so bad. I really hope I don't wake you.
Within a minute, he replied.
Hello, my sweet Danielle. No, I was still awake. Although if you had, it wouldn't matter in the slightest. I am fine. Did you have a good time the last two nights? I watched that video Jodie sent Nigel and me. You looked beautiful. M.
This made her blink back tears but smile, despite herself.
It was fabulous! Thanks. How are things with you and Nigel?
Everything is fine. He is fine too. I will do whatever I am able to help him in his treatment, and hopefully he will be home soon. M.
Thanks. He gave me the story later; he was terrified of approaching you. No sin there!
I know. But we talked today, everything is fine between us now. M.
Good! I'm pleased. I must be honest; I did say to the others I am glad I'm blind, I have never seen your… Murderous gaze and I never will!
That is a very good point. That said, even if you could see, it would never be directed towards you. I feel terrible it has ever been directed towards any of your family. M.
I love you, Michael, I love and miss you so much.
I love and miss you too, my sweet Danielle. M.
Every time her husband called her that, she felt butterflies swooping in her chest. Damn, she loved him. Perhaps it was simply because it was so new, or maybe it was just because he made her feel so loved, special, safe. She noticed for the very first time that when they were not face to face or on the phone, he put his initial on his text messages. Was that to make sure she knew it was him? She found it sweet; truth be told.
Try to get some sleep. M.
I love you so very much, and hope to see you very soon.
You will, have no doubt about this. You know where I am. I love you. Good night. M.
…
Although she didn't know it of course, Danielle wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep. Despite the fact he and Michael had reconciled, for want of a better word, Nigel still could not close his eyes. He knew why, bad dreams. He had been having them since his close call with Michael a few days ago. Not the first, where he knew Michael hadn't been genuinely angry at him, no, the second.
Michael's cold, murderous and furious gaze came to him every time he tried to sleep, and now he was exceptionally glad he'd taken the offer of help and therapy. The question was, how would it work? How could he possibly face these demons? Would Michael be asked to help in some way? Apart from helping to cure him, it would show the other man he didn't blame him anymore for what had happened. The damage was already done, blaming him further would achieve nothing.
Sighing, he stood up and walked into the small lounge of the suite. He was also thankful to Michael for staying with him, though he couldn't have said exactly why. Walking to the kettle, he made himself a coffee, before slumping back onto the leather sofa. Maybe he would try and sleep there? Although drinking coffee perhaps wasn't the best idea if he wanted to achieve that goal!
He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, when the soft hand rested on his shoulder and turning, he saw Michael standing beside him, and this third time the concern in his gaze was crystal clear. He took a deep breath, as Michael pulled out his notepad.
Are you alright?
He swallowed. "I'm not sure. I can't sleep, I'm not going to lie to you."
Because of what happened between us, the reason you are here?
"Yes. Every time I close my eyes, you're looking at me that way again, and… I can't deal with it right now." Michael sighed, sitting down beside him.
I will say it again, I am very sorry you are here because of me, regardless of what you did to make me so angry. I should have walked away, given us both some time, and I realise this.
"Then you're a better man than me! If someone had been antagonising me that way, I would not have walked away either, I would've absolutely lost it. But given I was the aggressor, I should indeed have walked away, God knows you warned me enough times to do just that!
Well, you are correct, I cannot default to violence whenever I get, "Spikey." Arguments happen, I need to learn to deal with them better. I deeply regret it.
"You were a killer, it's what you did, you're known for, your very name scares people. No one can expect you to change overnight, and like I said before, I'm still here, aren't I? I still love you, don't I?"
I really am struggling to understand this, you now have PTSD following an encounter with me, close call or not. I will tell you again, I would not have killed you. Absolutely 100% not! Because I care for you. I knew who was in front of me. It had not got to the "Black fog," stage. I knew it was you, meaning I would never have tried to kill you.
"Would you have hurt me though?"
I… sincerely hope not. I should not have given you warnings like that. Again, I should have just walked away.
"I don't blame you! Hell, I was lucky you even warned me, I didn't deserve that!"
That said, you absolutely would not have been killed, or even seriously injured. I think, had I done anything at all to you, it would've given me a sharp reality check, and I would've realised immediately what I had done and given you all the aid I could.
"One of the others said that, when I feared you might choke me out. That seeing me unconscious at your feet would've made you calm, and you would have done whatever you could and been desperate to help me."
They are correct. Come on, try and get some more sleep.
To his shock, Michael gently took his arm, pulling him effortlessly to his feet, and towards his bedroom door.
"Thanks," he smiled at the other man. "Are you willing to come into one of my sessions with Dr Loomis tomorrow? I think it would really help me."
Of course. Just let me know and I will be there.
"Thank you, it's much appreciated."
You're welcome, are you ok?
"Yeah, I think so, thanks Michael."
…
Edward sat in his tiny cell in solitary confinement, absolutely fuming. There was no way he was just going to lie down and accept this injustice. That corrupt judge Gary Leason had ordered him locked in here; he knew it! He was going to go back to plan A, and speak to Banks, getting him to write that letter to make the deal with that bitch. He was a man, she was to do whatever he told her, it was a woman's place! He would fight for the rest of his life to make women being inferior to men legal.
Just before he closed his eyes though, he remembered the God damn order he was under, not to contact or ask anyone else to contact that bitch! Fuck it! He was already in prison, solitary even, so he had nothing to lose.
…
Danielle couldn't stop crying as the black curtains were opened. One of the people next to her put an arm around her and handed her some tissues.
"Michael Aubrey Myers, you have been condemned to die by lethal injection, after violating your conditions set by High Court Judge Gary Leason not to kill anyone following your release from Smith's Grove State Hospital. It has been proved beyond a reasonable doubt, hence, your sentence of death. Do you have anything to say before your sentence is carried out?"
Her husband was strapped to a gurney by arms and legs, lying on his back with a sheet over him, two IVs in his arms, one for backup, one to pass the lethal drugs into his bloodstream, thereby killing him. She couldn't understand why they asked him if he wanted to speak, it wasn't like he would, was it? Sure enough, he didn't.
Within the witness room, it was completely silent. She wished with all her heart and soul she hadn't been interested in the death penalty. She knew exactly the process her husband was about to go through as a result, making her a widow.
First, the sodium Thiopental which would render him unconscious, deeply anesthetised, not able to be brought back even if people tried. Then, the Pan coronium Bromide which would paralyse his muscles to stop him breathing. Finally, the potassium Chloride, which would stop his heart.
She felt sick. All she wanted to do was get out, before she threw up. But it was too late, the door was already locked…
"Michael Aubrey Myers, the lethal drugs shall now be passed through your body, ensuring your death. May God have mercy on your soul."
She just wanted to die with him, and when she heard the words, she'd never wanted to hear, she broke down completely and the medics ran over to aid her.
"Michael Aubrey Myers was pronounced dead at 10:12AM…"
…
She woke herself up screaming. She was soaked in sweat and her heart was pounding. Luckily, she'd screamed into her pillow, so no one else had heard her. "Fuck…" she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks. "It was just a dream," she said out loud, still breathing fast. "It was just a dream!"
Saying it, however, didn't make it any easier to calm down from. Dream? Nightmare, more like.
Struggling out of bed, heading downstairs for a glass of water, her hands shaking as she drank, She doubted she'd be getting anymore sleep that night, not for a few hours at the very least.
"D, you, ok?" The voice made her jump so violently, she almost dropped the glass. It was Jodie. "Sorry babes, you alright? You look pale and you're shaking. Come here!"
AS Jodie pulled her into a hug, she started crying unrestrained against her shoulder. "" Nightmare, bad and it just… sorry, I know I'm being stupid! It was just a nightmare, but fuck…" Jodie stroked her back, holding her tightly, as she tried to get herself under control. "Michael violated his conditions; he killed again and… I had to witness his execution by lethal injection!" Just saying this, she broke down all over again.
"Shh, shh. It was only a dream, Michael is fine, he's at Smith's Grove as you know. He would never, ever do that to you! Plus, I got the very strong impression he respects Judge Leason too much to betray him. I'll make you a cup of tea. No one is dead, including your husband! It's ok."
She didn't protest, as her best friend led her into the kitchen by the hand, putting the kettle on. When Jodie handed her the drink, she couldn't help but smile, it was in her favourite mug, which was shaped like a rollercoaster car.
"Thought you'd want this in preparation for tomorrow!"
She and Jodie were going to a theme park about an hour's drive away, named Fun Zone, with two of their girlfriends, a little treat to themselves. Danielle had been looking forward to going there ever since her release from Smith's Grove. She felt a small jolt of excitement. "Thanks.," She took a sip.
"Why don't you call him?" Jodie sat next to her with her coffee. "That will reassure you it was indeed only a dream?"
"Because he'd think I'm stupid."
"No, he won't! You had a nightmare, it scared you badly, that's what husbands are for you know."
"How would you know? You're not married."
"Not yet," Jodie poked her shoulder. "Ok, boyfriends then. But in your case, husbands. He promised to comfort, advise and sooth you in his vows, didn't he? That means for anything! Anything at all, even bad dreams! Call him!"
"Bitch!"
"Yep, that's my name. Call, him!"
"Fucking hell," but she couldn't stop a small smile, as she pulled out her phone. "I don't want to wake him though."
"Stop, making, fucking, excuses, just, call, him, already!" With each word, Jodie poked her.
"Ok, ok!" She raised her hands in surrender, hitting her husband's number from her call history. He answered on the second ring.
my sweet Danielle, are you alright? I thought you were going to try and sleep? You couldn't?
She tried not to cry, feeling the surge of relief. Jodie hugged her again, clearly sensing this.
"Well darling I tried, but I got woken up by a bad nightmare. I wouldn't even be calling you if Jodie hadn't nagged me after making me a tea in my rollercoaster mug!"
You know you can call me anytime, for anything at all. I'm your husband, that's what I'm here for.
"See?" Jodie almost sang, poking her shoulder again. "I'll leave you to it Mrs. Myers, but you know where I am." She kissed her cheek, then left.
Do you want to tell me about this dream?
In the light of day so to speak, it really would sound ridiculous and expose her deepest fear to him. But he was her husband now, and as the officiator herself had said, there weren't meant to be secrets in a marriage.
"Yes, but I'm a bit embarrassed, and I feel so… Stupid and vulnerable right now."
Why, my sweet Danielle?
"Because… the dream was about you. You had violated your conditions, killed someone and…" Even knowing it was only a dream, she still struggled to say it. "I had to witness your execution by lethal injection! I'd visited you on Death Row the day before too, and you wiggled your ears and whistled for the last time! I woke up screaming just after you were pronounced dead! Luckily, I did so into my pillow, so no one heard me."
Oh, my sweet Danielle. It was only a nightmare, it wasn't real. I'm right here, at the other end of this phone, texting you. I'm also whistling.
With that, he started to whistle, and she laughed shakily.
I will wiggle my ears and whistle away as soon as I see you, which will be very soon I promise you. I would never do that to us, and I respect what Judge Leason is willing to do to help me, I would not betray him.
"That's what Jodie said."
There you are then, listen to us. I love you very, very much, it was only a dream, I am fine. That will never, ever happen in real life!
"You were pronounced dead at 10:12AM! I even remember that!"
Nope, I'm still right here, alive and kicking, ears wiggling and whistling.
He started to whistle again.
I told you I would comfort, advise and soothe you in my vows, did I not? That includes for bad dreams, it means anything!
"Again, that's exactly what Jodie said."
Smart woman, Jodie Craig. She is correct. I love you. Now please, go back to bed and try to get some sleep?
"You've got to be…"
Kidding? I'm not. Please, try. You don't want to be tired for tomorrow, do you?
"Fair enough," she conceded. "I am looking forward to it so, so much."
I bet you are. Have loads and loads of fun.
"Thanks, darling. Jodie's already said she will send you loads of videos and pics," she laughed.
That's better! That was exactly what I wanted to hear with my, "Sexy as all hell," ears! I am about to whistle, and my ears to wiggle away happily from the sound they just heard!
He started whistling again. Finally, she burst out laughing, unable to stop. It was only the second time her husband had deliberately said something silly, funny and goofy; she absolutely loved it. He laughed with her.
Go on, get some sleep so you are all ready for your beloved rollercoasters tomorrow! Have a fantastic time! You're all staying overnight in the resort's hotel too, aren't you?
"Yes."
Exactly. So, think about that when you go to sleep, going on all the rides you want, all the food, drink and fun you are all about to have, not about dreams which will never come true! Can you do that?
"I'll try my absolute best."
Call whenever you like, or if you are having fun, don't! As I told you once before, it doesn't matter if it's five minutes, or five hours! If you are out having fun, I will wait! Do not feel you have to stop to call me, please. I'm serious.
She felt a rush of love for him so powerful, she almost started crying again. Adam would never, ever have allowed her to do that, and they both knew it. "Babe, I just have one tiny request, please can you… say something before I hang up? I really want… need to hear your voice!"
"Hello, my sweet Danielle," he said without hesitation, and she thought her heart was about to burst with love. "I love you; I'm going to wiggle my ears and whistle!" Before he started whistling again. "Good night, sleep well, sweet dreams this time."
"Good night, babe, you, too." She had just got back into bed, when he texted her a final time.
If you need me, just call back, any time. I love you, my sweet Danielle. M.
…
"That would be a very, very bad idea Mr. Dawson," Banks said, as they sat in a visitor's room. "I'll say what I said before. There is absolutely no way she would or will accept a deal from you! Especially now! You've proved you won't leave her or her family alone!"
"There is no proof that was even me! I wasn't there, so, what the hell are they basing that unfounded accusation off?"
"Hardly unfounded, considering you called someone, told them not to speak, then said, "I need you to go after that little shit you hate." A simple look back at police records will tell you it's Colin Avery. He has someone who's hated him for years, Colin's called police enough times. Not to mention, said hater is also one of your friends. It doesn't take rocket science, does it? You appear to be forgetting the most important part! You have a Protection Order which states you cannot, nor ask anyone else to contact, approach, hurt, or taunt Danielle Avery. So, how exactly are you proposing to do this?"
"Fuck that! I have nothing to lose! That bitch needs to know who's in charge, and it fucking isn't her! She got my son killed, and that's all there is to it! I'm not getting out of this shit hole for years anyway, so what have I got to lose by trying? Leason is an asshole!"
"First, she will not accept the deal, I'm telling you, and second, even if by a miracle she did, you would have violated a High Court Judge's order, so you'd probably get more time even if the deal was accepted! So, you wouldn't get the full benefit of it anyway! Personally, I think this is a bad and frankly stupid idea!"
"Well, it's my decision, this is what I'm telling you to do, so you will damn well do it!"
"Actually, I will not. You are making me implicit in the violation of your order, and I do not feel comfortable or happy about this! I refuse to do it."
"Then you're fired!"
"If that is the case, so be it. I do not wish to jeopardise my job and possibly freedom too, by being involved in the commission of a crime!"
Banks left not long after this, and Edward was led back to his cell in solitary. He was furious. Who the fuck did Banks think he was? Then, it came to him, he knew exactly what he was going to do. All he had to do, was write the letter in Braille, then there would be no way anyone could prove it was from him, when all they had was the bitch's word. They knew she hated him, it was mutual, so there was no way they'd believe her. How many blind experts did they have who could verify it? Not many! Luckily, there was an inmate in the prison who did know Braille, he would contact him as soon as possible. Tonight, he had no trouble getting to sleep.
…
Nigel approached the visitor's room the next morning, feeling unaccountably nervous. Dr Loomis had asked him at the end of their session the day before, to think of ways he could help in his treatment, and he'd suggested this method earlier that morning, and Dr Loomis had agreed. Now the time had come though, he was doubting himself. Would it really work?
Entering, Dr Loomis was already waiting for him. "Good morning," he greeted with a warm smile, which relaxed him a little. "Are you ready?"
He nodded, knowing there was only one more question he had to answer before the treatment could begin. Next moment, Dr Loomis asked it. "Which side do you want to be on?"
His suggestion had been that he looked at Michael, but with one of them behind the security glass. Whether it was comfort, Michael could not reach him, or to know what it felt like to be where Michael usually stood, he would only know when he did it. "I'll go behind the glass."
"I thought you might," the doctor smiled at him. He smiled back, stepping behind the glass, which slid closed across the whole room.
"Ok?" Dr Loomis' voice came over the speakers, he could see him on the huge screens on the ceiling. "Shall I ask Michael to come in?"
He nodded, feeling his heart rate pick up, but he didn't know why. His nerves had increased though. Maybe because he was now standing where Michael Myers had not so long ago, to stop him killing without a second's thought?
Suddenly, there he was. He saw Michael appear, visible to him through the small see through window as well as on the screens. He took a breath, as Michael looked through at him, his expression soft, gentle. He felt his heart swell with affection. If Michael was wondering what the hell he was doing, he wasn't making it obvious.
"Reverse psychology of swapping places," Dr Loomis' voice said. "You want to be in Michael's position, if you were wanting to harm Michael, you could not reach him now.
Walking the two steps to the bolted down table, he grabbed a piece of paper and the pencil, beginning to write his feelings down. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Dr Loomis and Michael looking at him, kindness in their gazes.
Not sure what I'm trying to achieve. Michael isn't angry at me right now, so I'm not seeing his murderous gaze. It's reverse psychology for Dr Loomis too. I'm Michael, he's standing with a visitor on the other side of the glass, so I can't attack them.
Without hesitating, he raised the paper so the two men could see it, hearing them both chuckle upon reading it. "That's a good point."
He knocked lightly against the glass, knowing there was no way he was getting through it to the two men on the other side.
"You've got no chance," Dr Loomis chuckled. "Now I'm going to ask you, are you sure you're ready for this? You don't have to; we can find another way."
He nodded determinedly to the doctor, and the glass slid open. At a nod from Dr Loomis, Michael stepped through to his side and the glass slid closed again. Michael had no idea what was about to happen, and he couldn't help wondering how he'd react.
A few seconds later, they heard the clinking of chains, as a man was led in. Thomas Cox.
He wasn't sure if Michael had been brought behind the glass with him to protect him or stop the two killers attacking each other. Something must have shown on his face because Dr Loomis spoke. "The former."
"That obvious?" He asked weakly, with a small grin. Michael smiled back at him, resting a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't lie, the touch was more comforting than he'd expected.
Cox stepped up to the glass, staring at him. Now, he was looking into the exact gaze Michael had shown him that night. He took an automatic step backwards, and Michael put his arm around him, to stop him stumbling.
"What's up, newbie?" The serial killer said softly, pure malice in every syllable. "I've been asked to help you, with something. Only way I want to help you, is by killing you."
He couldn't help reflecting Michael would've wanted the exact same thing not so long ago. Remaining silent, he focused on Cox's gaze. The pure evil, anger and hate within it made him feel sick. Cox could not see his fellow killer, as he was standing behind him, out of range of the window and camera.
"What are you staring at?" "Got a crush on me?"
He mimed vomiting, and Michael made a sound of amusement. The last thing he wanted was to antagonise Cox and possibly come to regret it when outside the safety of the visitor's room, but he hated his guts.
Suddenly, he was back there. Michael glaring at him, as he yelled at him about liking the power trip Adam got when Danielle said, "Yes Sir," to him. He took a breath, his heart once again pounding. He almost didn't recognise the voice which softly whispered in his ear, having only heard it once before in his life.
"Shh, I would not have killed you, not a chance."
He wanted to hug Michael Myers at that moment. Raising his piece of paper, he again wrote, yet another way he was in Michael's position, he reflected as he did so.
This guy would though. Look at his eyes! I think that's why I asked for this. I realised yesterday the first time Mr. Cox here looked at me, that your gaze both times had never held true evil intent towards me. This right here, is true evil intent!"
Michael nodded, squeezing him close.
Not even when I said about you liking the power trip.
"No, not even then."
He glanced at Dr Loomis, who was smiling at them, clearly knowing the two were talking, before he again focused on Cox.
Would you at the very least have hurt me, though? If I hadn't walked away?
"Shh." The gentle comfort made him come close to tears, which he desperately tried to avoid Cox seeing. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard, as Michael squeezed him tightly again, then picked up a piece of paper of his own from the pile on the table and another pencil.
In complete honesty, I do not know. But I will tell you this. If I had, it would not have been seriously, you would not have shed blood. This, I can tell you with absolute certainty.
He read the message and swallowed again, a tear now sliding down his cheek, which Cox noticed immediately.
"Oh, don't cry, it doesn't suit you! Mind, you did strike me as a cry baby! What the fuck is the point of this? I'm just standing here like an idiot! This is fucking stupid! Much as I'd love to kill you, you're hiding behind that glass like a little cowardly bitch!"
"That's enough! You are doing what is needed, that is all you need to know."
"Whatever shrink," Cox turned on Dr Loomis, and it was only then he saw Jack. The guard grabbed Cox's shackles, to keep him under control. He felt another rush of affection for Dr Loomis. Of course, he'd arrange for it to be one of the guards he knew and trusted, during his treatment. Michael too smiled at their friend.
"Oh, calm down little man, what you so fucking scared of? I hurt him, I go in solitary, I know how this works! You think I'm fucking stupid?"
"Yes," he breathed, and Michael smirked at him.
Would you kill him?
In a second. Danielle's success in stopping me killing, does not extend to him.
He shivered, unable to stop it. Of course, Cox saw it.
"One of these days I'll kill you! When your guard is down, you're a dead man!"
He looked back at Cox, meeting his gaze and turning to face him, Michael's hand still on his shoulder. To comfort, restrain him? Kind of pointless with this glass. Warn him?
"Really, Mr. Cox? Like you've killed all those other people? You've got a count of over two hundred, and that's only confirmed victims! Their poor, poor families! You heartless son of a bitch! Tell me something though. You fear Michael Myers, don't you? No crime there, almost everyone does! But what if he was my friend, and protecting me from you?"
"Ha!" Cox guffawed. "You know, that's really made me laugh, not much does that! Are you fucking serious? Michael Myers would kill you as soon as look at you, idiot! Just as I will when I get the chance!"
"That doesn't answer the question though." He could hardly believe who he was talking to, and how. As he'd thought with the very man currently holding his shoulder, did he have a death wish? He didn't know where his courage was coming from, it certainly wasn't from a bottle! Was it that Michael was with him, the glass he was behind? Both? He didn't know, but saying this made him feel good. He thought of all Cox's known victims, and those it was believed he'd killed but it wasn't confirmed and felt another rush of pure hatred.
Cox sneered at him, still chuckling. The sound made his blood run cold. "Yes, Michael Myers is sure as shit someone to fear, but I'd take him on in a fight to the death! That silent killer is dangerous, but you could argue so am I!"
"You wouldn't beat Michael, no one has yet. He's too silent, too deadly. He creeps, he kills. If you're on his radar, you're dead."
"What the fuck does Michael Myers have to do with anything? But if you really want an answer to your stupidly hypothetical and pointless question, yes, it would be exceptionally difficult, but that's not to say I wouldn't try, once that killer wasn't with you!"
"If he always was?"
"Fucking hell! Maybe you are insane, no wonder you got committed to this nut house! Michael Myers doesn't give two shits for anyone, least of all you!"
"You're avoiding again Mr. Cox; would you try even if Michael Myers was protecting me?"
"Fuck's sake! How the fuck would I know? It's hypothetical! Probably not, as that silent killer would stop me getting near you! He's stronger than me! Why the holy fuck…"
At this point, Michael gently pushed him back, so he was standing in front of the window. Cox saw him for the first time, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head. The two killers looked at each other, staring the other down. He could only watch, fascinated despite himself.
"How the holy fuck are you not dead already? Michael Myers is standing right next to you! How are you still breathing? More's the fucking pity! Don't give me any stupid BS about how you are friends, that's hilarious!"
He was the one who almost laughed though, as Cox's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, when Michael nodded slightly to him.
The serial killer spluttered. "Myers, you don't make friends, people die as soon as you fucking see them!" The screen beeped, as Michael sent a message. Cox gaped at it, then at Michael.
If you are so sure of this, try to harm this man, but you won't live to talk about it.
He stepped back to the window, meeting Cox's gaze again. The killer stared at him, a look of genuine disbelief and shock on his face.
"You actually are helping me, Mr. Cox, I wish I could be grateful for it, but I can't, when at least two hundred known people are dead at your hands."
"Well, I'm sure as shit not doing so willingly! I want you dead! You are naïve! Naïve as fuck, actually! Michael Myers can act! I bet as soon as he gets out of here, he'll start killing again too! You'll be first on his list! Please don't Myers, leave him for me?"
…
He told Dr Loomis he was done not long after this, unable to stop the sigh of relief as Cox was escorted out. Without restraint, he turned and hugged Michael as tightly as he could. His silent friend hugged him back, smiling softly at him.
You are brave, that took courage.
He smiled, a little shakily. "Thanks, but I couldn't think of another way to make it possible. I couldn't very well say, "Michael, please can I make you angry, because I need you to look at me that way?" Michael laughed quietly, as the glass slid open, and the two men stepped through.
Fair point. I don't think I would have been able to.
"Same here, I couldn't think of a way to make you angry, because I didn't really want to!"
His friend smiled at him again, as Dr Loomis shook their hands.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, thanks doc, Michael. I might need to do that again though, but I have absolutely no intention of either telling Cox what he's doing for me or talking to him any further! I hate him!"
"That's fine. Just let us know when you're ready. Cox has no choice in the matter."
"Michael, did you know what was about to happen?"
No, you simply asked me to be here, so here I am. I had no idea it would involve Cox.
"What did you think? When he came in, I mean? Did you think I had indeed gone insane?" Michael chuckled.
I was just surprised, I wasn't sure how he could possibly help you, but when he looked at you, I understood. I repeat, you are brave, that took courage.
"Indeed," Dr Loomis agreed. "Ok gentlemen, we ready for some lunch?"