《Therefore,You and Me.(Michael Myers x Reader) COMPLETED》Chapter Thirteen
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(nobody's point of view)
You cried out for Michael more and more- Loomis sat there... smirking to himself seeing that he has finally won. Loomis knew Michael would find him soon, so he decided to take you to the old Myers house. The abandoned home was perfect and nobody dared to come inside. You begged Loomis to free you, you begged and begged. You were locked in a room... it seemed to me Michaels old room. The torn down wallpaper... the dirty floor- the old mattress and the words written all over the room saying how much of a freak Michael is.
"You knew Y/N... that we were looking for him and you decide to bring him into your home! YOU LOOKED AFTER A SERIAL KILLER Y/N. YOU LIED AND YOU LIED. YOU ARENT JUST ENDANGERING YOURSELF BUT EVERYONE IN THIS DAMN TOWN." Loomis scolded at you with pure anger.
"Y-YOU WERE GOING TO KILL HIM!! YOU ARE THE ONE TO BLAME TOO LOOMIS YOU USED MICHAEL AS SOME SORT OF TOOL FOR YOUR BOOK. YOU NEVER HELPED HIM! YOU ONLY MADE HIM WORSE." You yelled back with anger and sadness in your voice.
"I HELPED HIM BECAUSE MY LIFE WAS ALSO AT RISK BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH MORE PROGRESS BETWEEN US RATHER THAN YOUR SICK THERAPY SESSIONS." you shouted and attempted to kick down the door.
"IT'S ALMOST LIKE YOUR IN LOVE WITH THE MAN!!" Loomis roared behind the wall. You then drop down to your knees and burst out into pure tears.
"He does care about me! he helped me..." you cried and pounded on the door.
"THAT'S TOO BAD. IM ACTUALLY REALIZING MICHAEL AND YOU HAVE SICK LOVE FOR EACHOTHER. AND YOU'RE THE TICKET TO CAPTURING HIM. SINCE THE DAY YOU COMMUNICATED WITH HIM- I KNEW DAMN WELL THAT YOU MIGHT BE THE PERFECT LITTLE PLAY TOY." Loomis said in a dark tone.
"I know your here Michael.. maybe kicking it up a bit will help." He unlocked the door and walked towards you. You screamed as he grabbed you, you then bite him and kick him right in the crotch making him grunt. You run out trying to find Michael...
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"H-Help... PLEASE!!" you pleaded- you then saw Michael down the stairs. You gasp and attempt to run to him until Loomis grabbed you... He then holds up a knife up to your neck. Michael attempted to take a step forward until Loomis smirked.
"You care for her don't you Michael?" Loomis chuckled in a sarcastic tone before pressing the knife closer.
"Answer me Michael... do you care about her?" Loomis spoke with venom in his words, the blade pressing against your soft skin making you whimper. Michael slowly nodded trying to get closer.
"Do... you love her Michael?" he questioned more, sweat dripping down your neck from anxiousness.
"ANSWER ME OR ELSE ILL FUCKING KILL HER." He threatened, you cried more and more.
Michael gripped his knife tightly, you could tell he was angry... he was terrifying but you knew he was on your side. Suddenly... he slips off his mask and slowly looks right at me.
A gruff voice spoke from Michaels's lips, your eyes widen while tears roll down your cheek.
"M-Michael..." you whimpered out before feeling a sharp pain in your stomach.
"Well, then Michael... this is your punishment." Loomis repeatedly stabbed you in the stomach. Michael then charges right at him and stabs him right in the chest enough to knock him down. Before he could fall down he decides to officially finish you off by shoving you out of the window. Michael's eyes widen in fear as you cried out trying to reach for him. Michael's hand reached for you but your hands only brushed together just a bit.
It's almost as like everything froze... the shattered glass piercing your skin.. the cold breeze hitting your body. You screamed out his name and felt yourself fall quickly... your tears flow against your cheeks, your body trying to find a way to balance it self but everything went black.
Michael stood there in horror seeing your body lay on the floor... right there- Michael has officially lost it. Your beautiful figure just laying there shattered his heart....He slowly glares back at Loomis as he backs up.
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"You s-saw it coming Mike... people like you don't deserve love. Especially from such a worthless girl like he-" Michael cut him off by grabbing him by the neck, he then stabs him repeatedly in the stomach. He shoves him to the ground and then breaks each of Loomis's legs by stomping on them, he screamed in agony and begged for Michael to let him go.
"You... are the s-shape of evil..." Michael cuts him off officially by slicing his neck, blood squirts out as it hits Michael's face. He stared at Loomis's body.. slowly dissociating with himself from what he did to the old man. Anger rushed through his veins as he decided to stab Loomis more with his trusty knife. Upset with what happened, his body felt frozen in place each time he stabbed Loomis.
---moments later
He then walks down the stairs and outside in his old backyard, his heart drops seeing you on the ground. He drops on his knees and scoops you up carefully...
He held you tightly to his chest, you were the only one who truly cared for him... he realized that it was not just you. It was him... it was his feelings... they were different ever since he met you and now you got punished for something that wasn't even your fault. ..he takes a deep breath and puts his hand towards your neck for a pulse... surprisingly there was. He looked at your stab wounds seeing that it didn't go too deep... your body was not even broken. He huffed in relief- he scoops you up closer towards him and carried you bridal style.
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You open your eyes slowly... you felt yourself wrapped in soft blankets- your eyes finally adjust to see that you ended up in your bedroom. You get up slowly and look around- dried-up tears were on your cheeks and your clothes were dirty still. You lift up your shirt to see bandages on your stomach.
"M-Michael..?" you whimper out hoping he was there... suddenly a figure pops out of the corner of the room and comes towards you.
"Am... am I worthless?..." you said.. you overheard Loomis talking even when you were blacked out... you heard everything. Michael shakes his head and sits next to you, he takes a deep breath before talking.
"...w-why have you started speaking?..." you question him while slowly leaning to rest your head on his shoulder.
"is...it over?" you look at him with teary eyes, he fiddled with his fingers nervously while trying to think of what to say.
"Please... don't leave me alone-... you do deserve this you deserve a lot of stuff... you've been through so much and maybe its time for you to just maybe lay low..." you said with tears streaming down your cheek.
"I know I cant.. but maybe... it can just be us?... against the world?" You smiled slightly, his blue eyes staring right at yours. He smiled and cupped your cheek gently, you look at him with innocence... moments passed until he spoke once again.
He wrapped his hand around your waist... your lips felt so right against him. It felt... comforting- Michael never had his first kiss but this... this was an exception for him- You were perfect for him...
You two pull away slowly, your eyes still locked between each other. Your face flushed red and so did his...
"I...I love you Michael." you said quietly, he smiled brightly this time before leaning in for another kiss.
he said with a soft tone, he brushed a strand from your face- for once in Michael's life... he felt happy.
Everything was in its right place, he has you now... you are his... his only and it'll stay like that till the very end. Michael never expected to fall in love with his own nurse... but now it all made sense. Your smile... your eyes... your lips...your body... your kindness... your goofyness made him explode with excitement. Who knew the shape of handdonfield would have his very own bride.
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