The last few days i'd progressively forgotten why I was going to kill Laurie Strode.

Yes, she was Michael's sister.

But what was the point?

The person standing directly in front of me was the point.

He was my whole reason.

"Michael- oh my god!" I whisper yelled, the tears in my eyes rolling down my cheeks as I cupped my hands over my mouth, shaking my head in disbelief.

I knew it was him.

I knew those eyes.

I could recognize them in an instant.

My heart pounded against my chest and I raised my hands, gently setting my palms against his shoulders, the ones I had sliced with my knife.

"I-I'm so sorry I hurt you!... I-I didn't know!" I apologized frantically, only to lose control of myself and throw my arms around him, hugging him tightly as I began to sob. It had been so long since I had seen him.

I felt like he was my pool of youth.

He kept me young and alive.

I let out a sigh of relief, my breath shaking as I buried my face into his chest. "I missed you so much-" I murmured weakly, my thumbs gently stroking his back.

When he didn't respond, like usual, I tilted my head back to stare up at him. He was looking down at me, a neutral look on his face, but his eyes said so much to me.

Loomis always said all there was to see was pure evil.

But god- I saw so much more than that.

"Michael, it's her. Your sister. She's upstairs, I found her. I found her for you!" I smiled, raising one of my hands to wipe my tears away with a sniffle.

Michael paused, his body clearly tensing for a moment as he turned his head to look toward the stairs in the hallway.

"We can do it together." I commented.

"My wonderful god, we can kill her together." I repeated, moving my hands away from Michael so that I could press my hands together as of I were praying.

The tall male that I was so desperately in love with turned his head to look down at me once again, his brown eyes boring into my own.

"She still trusts me. I can distract her! You must have gone through a lot to get out of that dreadful sanitarium, it's the least I could do to make things easier on you." I continued, hoping Michael would be alright with me taking part in the murder that he would obviously be taking charge of.

I took a step back to let Michael think everything out, even though he probably already knew his choice.

I lowered my head and placed my hands by my sides, waiting for him to do something to determine how the night would end up playing out.

...

My heart skipped a beat, the feeling of Michael's firm hands grabbing our hand crafted mask gaining my attention.

He carefully pulled it over my face, hiding my looks from him.

He took a step back so he could examine how I looked, but whatever he thought of me was unclear, because even though he hadn't put his mask back on, the look on his face remained a blank slate.

"Does this mean-" I paused, bending over and picking up my knife, which was covered in a bit of Michael's blood.

"Does this mean I can help?" I asked him, a smile threatening to spread across my face from beneath my bunny mask.

Without answering, Michael slipped his white mask back over his head, hiding both our identities once more.

The tall male turned around and bent over to pick up his own knife.

After a moment of staring down at the blade he turned to glance at me from over his shoulder.

I swallowed hard, my heart fluttering at the realization that I really had just reunited with the only person I had ever loved.

I couldn't help but to sway my hips and hurry after Michael as he began towards the stairs. "I'll get her to let me in, and then when she's checking on me or something, you can burst in. Sound good?" I suggested, turning my head to look at Michael after explaining my plan- it was fairly simple.

Michael let out a small breath, it sounded a bit shaky as he shifted to the side to let me walk up the stairs in front of him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I took a hesitant step upwards so that I could begin walking to the second floor, Michael now walking intently behind me.

The man I love is right behind me.

Good lord.

At this point I could feel something weighing down on me, something making me feel like I needed to confess everything to Michael before our murder scheme unfolded.

I let out a wavering sigh, stopping in my tracks when we reached the second floor.

Michael stopped close behind me, I could practically feel him hovering over me.

I slowly turned around to face him, my head hung low.

"Michael?..." I whispered, slowly raising my head to look up at him.

He stared past me for a moment, possibly looking for the room Laurie was in before hanging his head to watch me.

"I know... This probably isn't the time to be talking about this... But... Before we do this... I just..." I paused, clearing my throat and inhaling a deep breath in hopes of calming my anxiety.

I slowly raised my hands to mess with Michael's suit, my fingers gently fidgeting with his collar. "I need to tell you something... Something you've probably heard people at the sanitarium talk about... Honestly I feel like I was a little obvious..." I paused, laughing at myself in embarrassment.

"You should still probably hear it from me though..." I continued, breathing out slowly.

"Michael I really do love you. Since the first time we met, since I heard you speak to me that single time. You're perfection to me and you're what keeps me going... Knowing I can be near you. You're like a god to me... You are a god to me." I stated, bowing my head to shield myself from Michael's dark eyes that sat beneath his mask.

"I know it probably doesn't matter to you right now. But I just want you to know this just in case something goes wrong..." I finished, completely regretting my confession at this point.

With that I spun around and began to walk, only to feel a hand swiftly take hold of my smaller one.

I paused, my heart fluttering like a butterfly, and peered over my shoulder to see that it was, indeed, Michael that had stopped me.

He didn't do anything else.

He just held my hand for a moment and gave it a small squeeze, sending a wave of comfort through my body.

Soon enough, he released me and waited for me to continue walking, and so I did.

I made my way to the master bedroom, most likely the room Laurie had hidden in, and pressed my fist against the door. I looked in Michael's direction for a moment, seeing as he had backed himself into a corner to remain out of sight.

After a second of preparing myself, I took a step away from the door and rammed into it with my body, my knife still in hand.

I could hear a scream on the other side of the door, telling me that my estimation on where Laurie was had been correct.

"Laurie! Laurie let me in!" I screamed, acting as terrified as I could possibly be.

"Y/n!? Where is he? Did you get him?!" Laurie asked in a panic, swiftly yanking the door open and pulling me into the room.

I stumbled forward, catching myself before I could fall. I spun around and pushed the door shut, but placed my foot between the frame and the actual door so that Michael could enter with ease. With that I quickly pulled my mask up to show my face before shaking my head, "No! I tried- I-I really did! B-But he just wouldn't die!" I forced myself to sob, as if I really wanted Michael to die.

I would lose everything if that man died.

...

Laurie enveloped me in a hug, attempting to comfort me, "Do you know where he is?" She asked in alarm, looking around the room for a moment before screaming when Michael slammed his fist against the other side of the door, knocking it forward so that it slammed against the wall.

The tall stalker took a step into the room, gripping his sharp knife tightly.

Laurie let out a choked sob and backed into me, pushing me into the frame of the bed behind us.

I managed to steady myself by holding the post of the bed with my free hand, though Laurie was in my way and making it difficult to do anything.

"Y/n!?" Laurie blurted in terror, obviously trying to protect me after the "sacrifice" I had made for her just a little while before.

"Laurie, it's okay!" I responded, attempting to keep up my fearful act as Michael began taking slow steps towards the two of us.

I looked around the room for a moment, my eyes stopping on the closet against the wall.

"Tommy! Lindsey! Get out of the house! Go!" I screamed, hoping the children would listen, we couldn't have any witnesses.

A moment passed, and the children burst out from the closet, screaming as they stumbled over each other and ran passed Michael before hurrying down the stairs in complete fright.

I was relieved to see he didn't try to stop them, he must've understood why I called them out.

Laurie let out a relieved, and yet still strained sigh, her sobs masking it though. "Laurie it's okay!" I shouted, swiftly throwing my free hand around her neck to hold her still before whacking her in the back of her head with the handle of my knife; knocking her out immediately.

I let out a groan of relief and dropped the girl to the floor, watching as a small pool of blood began spreading from her head where I had hit her.

I stared down at her for a moment and smiled softly, only to lift my head and look at Michael, who was only a few feet away, staring down at the unconscious body of Laurie Strode just like I had been.

"God, I love you Michael." I muttered, shaking my head, disbelief flowing through me as I processed how lucky I was to be this close to him.

Michael slowly tilted his head up so he could look at me, and at that moment I felt completely comfortable.

I took a few steps toward him, Michael doing the same thing, the two of us growing closer together.

"You are so perfect to me..." I recited my confession from just a few minutes ago, a soft smile stationed on my face.

Michael lazily dropped his knife to the floor, triggering me to do the same with mine.

With our weapons out of the way, Michael raised his hands and placed his palms tenderly against my cheeks, carefully holding my head. He was hardly even touching me, as if he was afraid to break me.

I slowly tilted my head, melting into his delicate touch and allowing my eyes to fall half lidded. I slowly lifted my shaking hands to place them against Michael's much larger ones.

My heart was beating faster than it ever had before, i'd never been able to be so intimate with Michael before.

Our bodies were practically pressed against each other, our fingers had intertwined with each other as he cupped my face into his palms.

He tilted his head slowly, exhaling a heavy breath, his breathing still sounding shaky.

At this moment, I didn't know what was going to happen, because it felt like absolutely anything could happen at this point.

"Michael I-"

The door slammed open once again, only it lacked the amount of force it had when Michael had slammed it open.

Now in the room stood Dr. Loomis in the flesh, a gun drawn in his hands, aiming directly at Michael, who stared straight at him.

"Michael let her go!" The older man shouted, triggering Michael to swiftly throw my hands off of his so he could grab me by the neck and forcefully throw me into the air and onto the bed, where I flew back and whammed my head on the headboard of the mattress.

"Michael no!" Loomis commanded.

I let out a cry and held my head, spots floating around my vision as a flash went off ahead of me, the sound of a gunshot accompanying it.

I shook my head, forcing the dizziness away as I watched helplessly as Loomis shot at Michael, at least six times, each bullet knocking my mysterious lover backwards and towards the open balcony of the room. No one could survive something like that.

"Michael!" I screamed, pushing myself to my feet and frantically stumbling towards the balcony as Michael backed into the railing, managing to flip over it when Loomis landed his last shot on my stalkers chest.

Tears sprung into my eyes and spilled down my cheeks, my heart racing at a mile per minute as I raced to the edge of the balcony, leaning over it and staring down at Michael, who laid completely limp against the grass.

At that very moment, everything felt like it had slowed down.

"No! No! Michael!" I shrieked, covering my mouth with my trembling hands, only for Dr. Loomis to hurry behind me and grab me by the arms so he could drag me away from the sight.

"It's your fault! You sick fuck!!" I shouted frantically, flailing around in Loomis's grasp, shaking my mask loose from my head and knocking it to the floor. I kicked my feet and sobbed, "You killed him! You killed him!" I choked, my face burning with rage and sorrow, a mix of emotions rapidly surging through me.

I don't think i'd ever felt so much pain.

"Y/n! Stop this!" Loomis shouted, attempting to calm me, but failing miserably.

I shook from his grasp, dropping to the floor and slamming my fists into the wooden floor, "I just got him back!! I just-" I cried helplessly, any energy I had left now drained.

"You killed Michael!" I screamed.

I continued to scream, my emotions and love for my friend overpowering any self control I had left.

And then everything went to a black.