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Chapter 3: Before I Forget

Michael sat in the damp corner. The petite girl lying restless in his bed consuming his dark thoughts.
Why was he just sitting there? It would be so easy to snap her neck and end this ridiculous charade. But it was as if he were fighting his own nature; his thirst for blood roaring for retribution.

Michael tightened his grip on the already tattered seat puncturing even more holes into the worn fabric. His anger at himself was boiling over but what could he do about it? Killing her was out of the question, for now

He took a deep breath, stood abruptly and stalked over to the tattered bed. He bent over the sleeping girl and brutally shook her from her uneasy slumber.
Gabriel yelled in surprise as she was violently startled awake, biting her tongue in the process.

"St-stop! Stop," she hollered as her head hit the wall the bed was up against. "What do you want? What is it that you want from me? Please just stop shaking, it hurts." She moaned dizzily as she rub the back of her aching head. Michael just looked down at the now frail looking girl, his deep breathing wavering at her pleas. Gabriel sighed inwardly when he stopped; she wasn't sure what to say to the monster to make him not kill her.

There was also the problem with getting things. Her stomach was aching for food and her bladder was in serious need of relief., she still didn't know what to do about that.
"Please, I need food I'm so hungry, I have to pee." She begged as she crawled over to him on her knees, groveling at his feet and grasping his old ragged jeans.
Michael retreated swiftly back into the shadows of the room as if her touch burned. It was so alien to feel another's warmth, no one had truly touched him in years and it started him.
"I'll do anything! Please, I need water," she sobbed, tears falling down her puffy abused face.

"Is tttthh-this wwh-what you want?" She stuttered as she clumsily unbuttoned her now filthy dress shirt and exposed her under garments.

"It's ok..." She murmured miserably. "I'll do whatever you want," she continued, her eyes now aflame from all the tears she had been shedding. Gabriel felt helpless and desperate, she had never thought that she'd reach a point where she'd offer herself like this. Her hands shook fiercely as she presented her self to the blank faced psychopath

She inched closer to his position, ashamed that she had to resort to this.
With a shaky sigh, Gabriel stood directly in front of the ominous shape in the shadows, preparing herself for what she thought was sure to come.
Michael looked down at the much smaller girl, his cold eyes narrowing at her actions. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders, already bruised from their earlier treatment, and hurled her to the bed, throwing her discarded shirt at her

Gabriel yelped in surprise as he manhandled her once again. She shut her eyes tight convinced Michael would follow through with her offer, she was too afraid to look. She winced as the soft cotton of her shirt hit her face, opening her eyes swiftly she looked on in awe as she watched him storm out of the room.

Hearing the distinct sound of bolt locks after he closed the door behind him, she scurried to the head of the bed, covering her nearly bare body with her now tattered shirt.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and thought deeply about her situation.

What did he want from her? It would break her but she would willingly give to him what she thought he wanted. Why else would a man like him keep a young girl alive, locked in a room for days?
Gabriel's situation was dire and she knew crying as she had been would no more help her now than trying to take him on in hand to hand combat.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on the cement wall letting her mind wander. If she was going to get out of this alive, she would need to think clearly and stay focused. Keeping the colossal fiend from becoming angry and violent with her would surely be the key to her physical safety but would undoubtedly prove to be a task that would drain her already emotionally and physically damaged body.

Michael stormed out of the cellar door locking it behind him.
He had to get away from the situation; no one had ever offered themselves to him in such a way.

He removed himself from the circumstances, for the first time feeling as if he were losing control over his mind and body. His brutal nature wavered.

He needed to reassert himself.

Michael found himself once again wandering down the deserted streets of Haddonfield, the night air electrifying his skin. He came upon a house not too far from the underground room he kept his captive in. Standing under the shadows of an overgrown oak tree, he peered into the back window witnessing the occupants sitting down for dinner.

Michael listened carefully to the sounds of the cutlery against the dishes and the chairs scrap against the floor signaling the end of their supper. Michael walked to the back porch when he heard the couples foot steps withdraw from the kitchen . His infamous butcher knife in hand, he slowly opened the back door and quietly entered the deserted kitchen. He could hear the couple's relaxed murmuring from upstairs.

Michael walked out of the kitchen into the dimly lit living room and looked around at the neatly decorated home.

Pictures of what seemed to be their friends and relatives lined the walls, in the very middle of the room a wedding photo encompassed in an ornate frame hung proudly, the black and white photograph forever capturing a truly happy moment .

Hearing shuffling feet from above, he swiftly looked over his shoulder gazing at the stairs as he effortlessly melted into the shadows. He silently watched as a fairly short man with dark curly hair made his way down the stairs and walked over to the front door.

The man secured the screen door, bolt locked the other and made his way around the house to check the windows. The man stopped as he heard a creak. He immediately looked around the house, his eyes landing on the dark corner previously occupied by Michael. He swore he saw the outline of something big from the corner of his eye and even though he doubted it was anything he stood analyzing the shadows.

After a few moments he determined his over active imagination was causing him to see things that obviously weren't there.

Just to placate his mind he flipped the light switch on, sighing to himself relieved. He chuckled lightly at his child like thoughts of the boogieman in the corner but, given that he lived in the town of Haddonfield, his thoughts were well warranted.

The dark haired man headed into the kitchen, to make sure the back door was secured. He stood in shock, seeing that the door was ajar when he knew for a fact that it was not this way when he and his wife retired to their bedroom. His prior fears adjudicated, he swiftly turned around and ran up the stairs.

"Jillian, are you okay?" he yelled. Receiving no answer from his wife, he burst into the bedroom, only to find her staring at him incredulously.
"What's wrong with you, Dom?" she asked, raising her brows at him.

"Why didn't you answer me?" he asked frowning slightly.
"I didn't hear you over the television," she said pointing to it. "Why? What's the matter?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just a bit jumpy, I guess, what with the murders at the college yesterday." He stood with his hands on his hips.
"By the way, did you leave the back door open?" He said, turning to go back downstairs to finish the job now that the danger was lifted.
"Dom!" Jillian said panicked, looking in horror as her husband bumped into the giant figure of Michael Myers. Dom gurgled in horror as he was lifted off his feet by his throat and savagely stabbed in the abdomen.

Michael ruthlessly flung the man to the floor, blood staining the immaculately polished hardwood. He then turned his attention towards the woman now screaming in horror.
"Run, Jill," Dom gurgled as he struggled to talk despite the blood filling his throat, regardless of his efforts, the words were still too faint for Jill to hear. His vision blurred as his eyes glazed over his wife fading from sight he finally succumbed to the painful wounds in his core and faded without ever knowing if his wife had managed to escape

She finally came to and bolted for the bathroom to her right, locking the door behind her.

Flipping the bathroom window open, she attempted to make her way out head first as Michael broke the flimsy door down.
"No! No, no, no!" She yelled looking back and seeing the psychotic murderer in the doorway, his labored breaths only putting her in a more frenzied state. She tried to scurry out the window, but it was already too late. Just as she had finally managed to turn the latch and felt the chill of the night touch her face with the promise of freedom, he was upon her. The last thing she felt was the coolness of the blade plunging into her back repeatedly

She went limp, The Shape severing her spine with his knife, her once lively eyes went blank as life left her for good.

Michael stood for a moment to enjoy his work of art, his demon was silent for the time being. He could now correctly deal with the situation that lingered in his makeshift dwelling.

He cleaned off his knife and headed back downstairs for the kitchen.

Before he walked out, he suddenly remembered the sniveling girl begging him for nourishment.

He swiftly rummaged the cabinets and refrigerator for anything he could use and stuffed it all into an unused garbage bag. He left the kitchen that was now in shambles, a vast alteration of its former state but befitting of the gruesome scene he had left upstairs, chaos.

Michael walked back out into the cool autumn air, a garbage bag full of rations behind him and feeling satisfied with himself. His craving for blood appeased, he stalked silently back to his dwelling with every intention to analyze the creature there waiting for him.

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