I'm excited, bite me ~ 💮 Masky

"Michael!" The (H/c) girl called, happily knocking on the door. She was in a cute little genie outfit, a rose-pink color filled the puffier bits of clothing and was the overall main color. It had gold-ish yellow and turquoise trims and designs on it. Her hair was pulled back into a really tight ponytail, with a golden colored band keeping it up. "Mikeeeeeyyyy!" She whined, looking up at the door. No one was answering. She sighed and walked back to the steps to sit. It was already getting chilly out and it was starting to get dark out. She was only supposed to spend two hours with Michael, so she was alrea beginning to get upset.

A minute slowly passed and the door creaked open. Her head turned on a swivel to see her best friend standing there in a clown costume, the mask of witch was up on top of his head. "Michael! " she squealed, excitedly getting to her feet and running to him, attacking him with a hug. She hadn't seen the frown he was wearing when he opened the door, buy it melted away at her warm hug.

"Hi, (Y/n)." He smiled, putting his arms around her to hug back. She had him in a vice grip, eventually letting go of him.

"What took so long?" she pouted, tilting her head.

"I was trying to get Judith to take us trick-or-treating, because my mom's at work. " his happy expression turned sour at having to mention his whore-ish older sister. His friend mimicked his expression at nearly the same time.

"But she won't take us?" She huffed, subconsciously clenching her fist. The blonde boy shook his head no. "Then we can take ourself!" she declared in a huff, smiling at him "We're not babies, we'll be fine!" she giggled and grabbed his hand. He smiled at the thought of going trick-or-treating with her alone. Even if his mom was around to take them, he wouldn't have enjoyed it as much.

"I'll get my pumpkin." He said, quickly going inside to retrieve his plastic pumpkin for candy. The (H/c) girl stayed there waiting patiently, but jumped a little hearing some kind of noise from upstairs. It wasn't baby boo and it wasn't any kind of noise she's heard before. Her friend showed up a short time afterwards, having a very dark expression on his face.

"Michael?" The young girl tilted her head "What was that noise? Sounded like someone dying... "she growled lightly, while he closed the door behind him.

"Judith's with a boy. That's why she won't take us trick-or-treating. "he spoke without any emotion, aside from anger, all while leading his friend along. His older sister often refused to take him places that she was supposed to, just to get into bed with a boy. She was good for nothing. (Y/n) scoffed a little and bit her cheek, gaining Michael's attention.

What's wrong with her?" she growled, glaring at her feet. "My big sister's not like that. If ether one of my parents asks or tells her to do something with me she does it, and does it with a smile, even when she doesn't like it!" she huffed, having that firey look in her eyes once more. "She doesn't like always having to take me places, but she still does it. She at least acts like she cares about me....because she does... "

"Judith never acts like that for me. She acts like she hates me and doesn't even try to hide it." Michael spoke up, listening carefully to every word his friend said. She was was the only outside example of a 'normal' family. A real family. A real person.

"If she doesn't act like family then why should she be a part of yours? "the girl asked her friend, looking at him with big doe eyes.

"She shouldn't be," he stated, stopping in his tracks making her stop as well "She isn't good for anything."

"Then why does she need to live? " she asked, smiling lightly. It was far from a normal, happy smile, it was twisted in just such a way that if anyone saw it, the would know that this girl was not as innocent as she seemed.

She wasn't a little girl; she was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"She doesn't need to. "Michael answered her. He already felt this way before. He considered killing Judith many times before, and it would've happened soon enough on his own. Because then it would just be him, his mom and Boo. He'd be a much better older sibling to Boo than Judith was to him, and Boo wouldn't be influenced by Judith.

"I can kill her." he took a step closer to his friend, looking down at her as he was slightly taller than her.

"You'll kill her?" the young girl asked, tilting her head, looking up at him with her sweet little eyes. He nodded his head slowly. "Then kill her tonight, once we get back." she giggled with a smile plastered on her face. The blonde boy leaned in closer to her.

"Do you want to watch me kill her?" he asked just above a whisper.

"Yeah, I do," she replied in the same whisper "I want to see her suffer."

"So do I."

"Why do you want to watch SAW? " Dylan asked, tilting his head. You only shrugged, not really having an answer.

"It's Halloween. We watch somethin' scary." you smiled at him.

"It's more Gorey than scary." he countered with a hint of a questioning tone. Thankfully you were only a few blocks from your home and the conversation shifted from movie selection to house repairs.

Waiting on the other side of the front door was Salt, sitting there on the floor. He yeowled seeing Dylan with you. Dylan on the other hand was a bit excited to see Salt sitting there.

"Hey Buddy." Dylan kneeled down, unfortunately blocking your way. He reached to pet your large Tom and the feline allowed it, while desperately at you to make Dylan stop. You never knew why Salt didn't care for Dylan, but at least he didn't get aggressive towards him.

"Dylan, you know Salt doesn't like to be pet by anyone other than me." You lied with a straight face, just to spare his feelings.

"I know, I can't help it though. " he smiled at you, standing back up.

As you and Dylan walked inside and out of sight, your stalker quickly went around to the back. He was cautious about stepping inside. He could hear both of you and your cat, paying close attention to where you were all at.

Salt trotted ahead of Dylan into the living room. "this place really does look good." the cute brunette commented, setting the cheep, plastic bag on the coffee table.

"Thanks" you smiled, disappearing towards the kitchen. You worked on getting a batch of popcorn going, while Dylan flipped on the TV. It was still on the news.

Michael peered into the kitchen. Seeing you beginning to prepare something, he felt comfortable enough to try for Dylan. He stayed, watching you a few moments longer. He sighed heavily and stepped soundlessly to watch Dylan.

Dylan frowned, watching the report. He remained blissfully unaware that more dangerous escaped patient was less than ten feet away from him, practically breathing down his neck, waiting for the right moment to kill him. For once however the killer was a little apprehensive. You were just in the kitchen and even if you were still what he remembered you to be, he didn't want to spook you. You could come wandering into living room at any time.

On unfortunately timing, you came walking in to the living room, keeping Michael at bay. "I can't believe this!" Dylan huffed, crossing his arms. You tilted your head curiously, but didn't say a word. "Michael Myers escaped... " Oh the curse of your home being the one that played host to a famous murder and murderer.

You panicked internally, unsure what to do for a second. "What?" You questioned with as much of an unknowing facade that you could muster at this time. Dylan jumped slightly, unaware that you were there and listening.

"Oh, uhmm... "he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "It's nothing, at least nothing that should affect you. " he smiled warmly at you. Fool. Michael thought as he watched this go on.

"What do you mean? " You frowned, your brows furrowing with apparent distress.

"Well, uh, I mean," he cleared his throat "Myers is a mental patient; he's been in that sanatorium since he was a kid... I don't think he's coming here," Dylan smiled at you, feeling confident in digging his own grave. "Besides, people are bound to notice some guy in a hospital gown." he chuckled, walking over to you.

He opened his mouth to speak again, just as Michael took a step forward. Salt hissed and...

Michael stopped in his tracks...

While Salt bolted from the room.

Your temper had been the one to snap, and that's what you intended on doing to Dylan's neck. Your hand shot up to the brunette's neck, shocking him and Michael, as a sudden strength filled you. Your (e/c) orbs aflame with nothing but pure rage. Dylan choked, trying to stop you, but you were surprisingly strong at this time and catching him off guard left him at a disadvantage. One of his hands went to your wrist, the other was grabbed by your free hand before he could do anything.

You growled, crushing his windpipe as easily as a tooth pick, cutting off his oxygen supply quickly. His body went limp after a short time, and in his unconsciousness he became too heavy for you to hold. His limp body fell out of your grip and onto the floor, your own breathing had become ragged. Your entire body shock from the rush of adrenaline and anger. Reality slowly returned as your body relaxed. You out a deep sigh, closing your eyes.

"Shit..."

You groaned, rubbing your forehead with both hands as you looked down at the friend you had wanted save from a violent death... Well so much for that.

Michael... Was impressed, if not also confused. Were you just acting to lure Dylan closer to you? Then why did it seem like you were putting in effort to save him? He tilted his head and watched you quietly talking to yourself about what to do with Dylan now.

"Okay, can't let you go, can't say you weren't here... " you vocalized your thoughts in a low, annoyed tone. You were his wolf. You couldn't hide that. You cheeked to see if Dylan was alive. Michael couldn't tell what your determination of that was, but when you left the room, he retreated back a few steps. He didn't want to miss anything you planned on doing with the body.

You returned with ropes, so he assumed the annoying male was still alive... Somehow... Michael watched you drag Dylan down into the finished side of the basement, where he had rested last night. A few decent, but worn chairs, a work bench, a deep freeze and a wooden locker, with red, faded, chipping paint. Michael quietly peeked around the corner after hearing the locker's hinges squealing.

You took off all of Dylan's clothes, except his briefs. Extreme confusion hit Michael, but he continued to watch as you tied Dylan's hands together and hauled him up into the locker. There were posts popping out from the back of the locker, the perfect height and size to hold up a little Dylan. They went between his arms and torso so he was suspended by them. You tied him to the posts so if he'd wake up, he couldn't just lunge forward in an escape attempt or fall off them in a panic. You also tied his feet up to another post that protruded from the bottom.

At that point you stopped for a moment to look at your handy work. Michael found it interesting, but was unaware of just what you were planning to do. He wanted to know what this was about. He would've killed Dylan already when crushing his throat and got rid of the body, but you were tying up an unconscious man who could tell people that you had tried to kill him. Then the 'life' you had here would be over.

Michael just... Kept wondering until you grabbed a short knife from the work bench. It was pristine, almost sparkling in what little light was in the room. "I'm sorry, Dylan. You shouldn't have tried to be more than a friend..." you cooed a little, slicing off the small male's cheeks...

And Ate Them.

(Wow, things have certainly taken a turn haven't they? But we're nearly done with Halloween 1 and H2 is neatly blown over in one chapter. And then we move on to some original story telling! ~ 💮 Masky)