Slasher Bish

He closed the door and walked downstairs to the kitchen. The sun was up and the day was beautiful, so he decided to go on a walk in the woods. He would take this to not only relax but to get the lay of the land so that he would be able to defend it better. He wanted to keep his human and Mel safe. The air was pleasant and the fresh air was very much needed. The garden, still standing in memory of Ida, was beautiful. He studied it with wonder in his eyes, the vast array of plants and colorful flowers made him think of paintings. After a few minutes of looking at the well maintained garden he decided to walk around the house. Around the back he found a cellar door firmly planted in the ground. This made him quirk his head to one side, Mel hadn’t told him about this. His curiosity once again piqued. What could be in the cellar, he could tell something about Mel was off. Mel was too good, he was too perfect, showed odd skills, and was too calm around an infamous serial killer. 

He wandered around the woods surrounding Mel’s cabin. His mind was relatively calm, except for the jealousy that kept picking away at his brain. He wondered what life would have been like if he had had a support system like Ida and Mel. Michael thought that maybe he could’ve had a brighter, happier life. Would he have finished school and even gone to college? Or was he always destined to be a ruthless serial killer? That dark voice spoke up again, it told him that he’s not supposed to be happy and that he was meant to live as a killer and die alone. That he should have finished the job when he had the chance when he had stabbed his human. That last bit was too far and he managed to push the voice away. Again, the image of his humans body laying on the ground with blood flowing over their skin showed in his mind and it lingered. He hadn’t realized but his pace had picked up in speed, subconsciously he was trying to move away from the image. He wished he could erase it but at the same time he felt he deserved the pain that accompanied the memories. Eventually he decided to head home since it was getting towards lunch time and while he hadn’t heard a car come back he was hoping Mel and his human were home. 

When he arrived at the house it was still deathly quiet except for the noises of the forest. He let out a breath that was akin to a sigh. He had hoped they would be home now, he wanted them home now. He was worried and knew that he obviously couldn’t just walk into such a public place. On top of this he wasn’t sure (y/n) would be in a room that he could stalkingly look into from a secluded place. He wondered when he would see them again. Michael had no idea that these thoughts all but confirmed that he was more attached than he’d care to admit. 

At the hospital Danny had left to go to Mr. Larson's shop for his shift. Mel stayed wanting to spend time with his child. They talked in hushed tones about the night and Michael. Of course neither would hold a grudge against the man. At the moment the room that (Y/n) faced the front of the hospital with a rather public view. You hated that, there was no chance of complete privacy and no chance of seeing your mysterious killer. 

“Mel, do you think I could get my room changed? I don’t like the view…too many people can look in.” You said not wanting to admit out loud that you wanted Michael to visit even if it was just through a window. The man smiled warmly and patted your shoulder. “I guess I could see if little ol’ me could find a way” he said. His voice radiated warmth and comfort. 

            Danny sighed as he stocked a shelf with hiking boots. He’d rather be anywhere but at the shop but keeping up appearances was important no matter how boring it may be. Mr. Larson walked up to the golden eyed man and crossed his arms. 

           “Where is (Y/n)” he said in a gruff tone. Without looking up the shorter man answered. “They’re in the hospital” he didn’t really want to talk about it since he wasn’t sure how much you’d be happy with sharing. Vera popped her head up on the other side of the shelf. “They’re what?! Why??” She asked startling Danny, making him drop a box on his foot. “Ow! Vera why!” He bent down picking the box up. Mr. Larson looked at him also wanting to know the answer. “Ugh fine. They were attacked in the forest. That’s all I know. I carried them out and got them to the hospital.” He kept it short and to the point. The deep voice of Jason stepped in “who attacked them? Why were you in the forest” 

             The golden eyed man was getting slightly annoyed. “I was covering the story of those people that got killed. I heard a scream and ran towards it. That’s when I saw (y/n) on the ground bleeding. I didn’t see anyone else. I freelance and like to write, it’s not that weird” Danny said hoping this would satisfy their minds. Vera frowned in a pouting way. “Writing is boring” is all she said as she turned away to go back to the hunting area of the store. Danny thought she was weird and that it was even weirder that he didn’t know she had been hiding behind the shelf. What the fuck is she, he thought. 

            “Is Mel at the hospital with them?” Mr. Larsons deep voice brought him out of his thoughts. 

Mel talked to Danny for a moment and when he hung up he decided to let Michael know that he would be leaving for the hospital. The older man once again walked up the steps and knocked on the door. Michael opened the door once again. “I’m gonna be out for a while. (Y/n) wants me to come down to the hospital to visit. You gonna be okay?” He said and in return Michael nodded. With that Mel locked up the house and got in his truck. The drive would take a while but he didn’t mind. He put bluegrass music on as he drove.

Once he was at your room the image of you in the hospital bed, bandaged, and hooked up to machines made his heart sink. He never wanted to see his child like this. Your eyes lit up as you saw the man who raised you. “Mel!” You exclaimed. He smiled a warm smile and hugged you gently. Danny’s golden eyes looked up at the two from his work. “Hey Mel, maybe you can talk sense into them. The doctor said they should stay for at least a week but they want to leave today.” He said hoping Mel would side with him. (Y/n) looked up at Mel with puppy dog eyes. “Please don’t make me stay….I hate hospitals…” Their voice trailed off at the end as memories of being in the hospital and mental institutions after their parents' deaths flooded into their mind. He knew it would be cruel to make them stay for too long but he also knew that the wounds needed to be watched for a few days. He sat on the bed and held their hand. “I know you hate it but you need to stay at least three days hun.” He said calmly. You whined at his words, almost wanting to cry. “Shhh it’s okay. It’s just so that they can start to heal, after that I’ll take you home and I’ll take care of you.” He continued. 

Danny had no idea why you were so distraught over this. He kept his eyes on his tablet. He needed to finish the article soon so that he could beat anyone else to it. He stole a glance at you, they looked like they were on the verge of tears. He was very curious now as to why staying in a hospital elicited such a strong reaction. Danny made a mental note to find out why later on. 

Mel managed to broker a deal, you stay for three days and he would visit everyday. It wasn’t perfect but it would work for now. The older man talked with the nurse on duty who in turn fetched (y/n)’s doctor. The doctor was a middle aged man with neatly combed back short black hair. His white labcoat stood out among the nurses that rushed around to their patients. He looked cocky and he was thinking that he would simply push (y/n) into staying the entire week. He was about to be very very wrong. Mel looked as casual, calm, and collected as ever. His calloused hands relaxed at his sides as the doctor walked up to him. Mel smiled a normal kind smile and the doctor returned with a typical bedside manner smile. The doctors smile was about as genuine as fools gold. 

“Hi I’m dr. Jacobs. You must be (y/n)’s parent.” He said in what can only be described as a pompous doctor voice. The older man nodded. He didn’t get the chance to say his name before dr. jacobs continued. “ They’re doing very well but the wounds are severe and do need to be observed by trained medical professionals. I understand that they want to leave today which would put them in danger of infections. I would like to stress just how dangerous the injuries are. I don’t think you’d be able to care for them in their state.”  Mel put his hand up to stop the doctor from talking anymore. 

“My name is Mel, and yes I am (y/n)’s parent. They will stay for three days. Then I’m taking them home no matter what.” He said, the doctor opened his mouth to argue but Mel didn’t let him. “I am fully capable of taking care of them. If I really wanted to, I’d take them home today but I don’t have a full set up at home. I was takin care of scrapes just as bad when you weren’t even a thought in your parents' brains. So, lets try this again. What will be done in the next three days?”

Dr. Jacobs smile faltered a little, he wasn’t used to having someone not just take his word. “I understand you but these wounds are severe sir. I don’t think you’re grasping the gravity of this situation.” His voice was firm but Mel was having none of it. He rolled his eyes at the doctor and set his hands on his hips. 

“Boy, what are you not gettin? You are gonna be a good doctor takin care of them for three days. Do all you can and then I will take care of it from there. You can not keep them here if they choose to leave so this compromise is the best option.” The older man shot back with such a relaxed tone that a nurse passing by could see it getting under the arrogant doctors skin and smirked a little at the scene. Mel would never give in to the anger or frustration during a conversation. It was much more effective to stay level headed and relaxed, that way the other person could never have the satisfaction of seeing him bothered. 

The golden eyed man took a moment to hug (y/n) so he could whisper in your ear. “They’re both okay” He whispered quickly and quietly, earning a questioning look from you. Danny put on a smile and looked at the nurse as she checked over her patient. “It’s gotta be day shift by now, why are you still here gorgeous?” He asked, trying to make a pleasant conversation. She chuckled at his naivety. 

“I was supposed to go home but someone called out and they asked me to stay. Life of a nurse.”   Diana replied with a smile. It wasn’t a fully real smile and most wouldn’t have noticed that, but of course Danny did. You still had many questions but stayed quiet, knowing that a slip of the tongue could land themselves in prison. Danny tried to look away as Diana checked the wound on (y/n)’s stomach. It had been deep and the process of the doctors and surgeons that night to save their life had been long. You looked up at Diana “H..how long have I been out? Will I be okay?” Your voice was calmer than most would be. To be honest you weren’t overly concerned with yourself, you were worried about Mel and Michael. 

“Well, from what your friend here said plus the time since you’ve been in the hospital? About fifteen to sixteen hours. You did code once during the surgery but the doctors say you’ll make a full recovery.” Diana answered never skipping a beat as she changed the wound dressings for both the bullet wound and the stab wound. “The bullet luckily missed anything important, the same as the stab wound.” She continued. You nodded but stayed quiet. 

Diana then left to get a doctor since you were awake. Moments later she returned with a male doctor. His black short hair was neatly gelled back. “Good morning Mx. (L/n). I’m Dr. Lee. What is your pain level right now?” He asked. Calmly you said “I think a five or six. It’s not too bad. When can I leave?” At this the doctor was slightly taken aback. “A five is great considering the wounds you sustained. Taking that into consideration we recommend you stay for a week at the very least.” He replied. You looked down at your hands and said “I don’t want to stay that long. I want to go home.” 

“I understand that but your wounds are deep and needed serious surgery. We can’t keep you here but it is highly recommended to stay.” He said, hoping to get through to them. After a few more questions from the doctor he left. Danny looked at you with a little concern. “You know you should really listen to him. Your wounds are nothing to laugh at.” He said. They were alone in the room now and the door to the hall was closed. You huffed and spoke up. “Why are you here?” They said glaring at the man. You wanted answers now and you were going to get them. 

“I was in the forest covering the massacre. I figured it would be a big story that would pay well. I saw you and followed and thats when I saw you get hurt. Then that older man Mel showed up too. I wanted to help so I stepped in. I kinda got the sense you three knew each other and so I told them to run while I took you to the hospital and well here we are.” He said trying to be fairly thorough while also keeping it short. “You’re a fucking idiot. You could’ve been killed.” You retorted. You liked Danny as a friend and the thought of him ending up dead didn’t sit right with you. He chuckled a little at your response. “Yeah I know but the story was too good to pass up.” He lied smoothly. In reality the story was just a nice perk to the events of that night. “How about I call Mel to come down.” He continued hoping Mel could make you stay here longer. You nodded, you wanted your dad to be there with you. 

 “Hey Danny, how is my kid?” He said. “They uh they’re doing great actually.” Danny replied a little confused. “Um Mel? How did you get my phone number?” The killer asked, not wanting to figure it out on his own. “Don’t worry about it.” The older man said. The two continued to talk until Danny audibly yawned. At that Mel told him to get rest and hung up.

The Ghostface killer was left with many more questions about that old man but didn’t have the brain power to actually think about any of it. His eyelids were heavy and he couldn’t keep them open any longer. The adrenaline from the day was completely gone and now the calmness of sleep engulfed him against his wishes. Diana was quiet as she entered the room, (y/n) was lucky enough to have a single room so there were no other patients in the room. She smiled as she saw the man holding his friends hand as he slept. After she checked the patients IV bag she slipped out silently. 

Michael sat on the edge on a large bed in the attic. Mel was finishing tending to Michaels wounds. The killer couldn’t feel the pain through his thoughts. There was a storm in his mind, the images of his human swirled through said storm. He was conflicted, why did he care if a human lived but he also hoped they would be okay. He didn’t know what he would do if (y/n) died. Mel bandaged the gunshot wound carefully. Not once did the mountain of a man make any noise despite the pain that comes with wound cleaning. Mel tapped Michaels shoulder to get his attention but the man didn’t react, his thoughts were too consuming. This made Mel sigh and shake his head. 

“Boy I know you ain’t a talker so just listen.” Mel said with a somewhat stern voice. It was enough to snap Michael back, his head turned to face the older man. “You have done bad things, that much is true. In this house we don’t give a shit about that. My kid took you in and I trust their judgment. That means I care about you. I aint lettin’ you spiral.” He continued. 

Michael thought he must be lying. How could someone say that to the man that nearly killed his child? The killer had decided that both (y/n) and Mel had to be insane to some degree. He doesn’t understand why they didn’t try to kill him in the woods. Mel snapped his fingers in front of michaels mask bringing his attention back. “No spiraling, I just told you this. It’s late so go to bed.” At this, Michael nodded, he hadn’t realized just how exhausted he was until Mel brought it up. He shifted on the bed until he was laying down with his head on the pillow. Mel started to leave so that the man could take his mask off for a more comfortable sleep. As he left he said “If you need anything come get me” with that he shut the door. Michael turned the lights out with a small remote that had been sitting on the nightstand. He hesitated to take his mask off. Would it actually be safe to take it off or would Mel try to sneak a peek at his face while he sleeps? He shook his head making the thought go away. He could almost hear his human telling him that Mel would never do something like that. With a sigh he took it off, putting it on the nightstand, and within moments of his head hitting the pillow he was asleep. 

Mel walked down the steps to the first floor. He made sure to lock all the windows and doors, turned on the motion lights that were outside, and turned the sensors that were on every door and window. If anyone went past those sensors it would alert Mel in a way that wouldn’t let the intruder know that he knows. The cabin was completely made by himself and Ida. They made sure it was the safest place to be. He looked up at the stairs “ I aint gonna let anyone hurt you or take you.” He knows that michael wouldn’t hear him but that didn’t matter, it was a vow, a promise. 

“What happened to them, kid??” The cop asked hurriedly looking over your broken body. Danny pretended to catch his breath. “I…I don’t know. I’m a freelance writer and I was out looking for info on the campground massacre. I um I came across them laying on the ground, There was so much blood. A…are they alive.” He said in a faux panicked rush. The cop checked for a pulse and sure enough you were alive, just unconscious. “They’re alive, did you bandage them up?” The uniformed man asked, to which Danny nodded. “Your quick thinking may have saved their life.” He continued. Seconds later, EMT’s showed up and started to assess your condition. Danny watched intently, making sure to not only drink in every little image of your bloodied body but to also keep up the shaken journalist front.  They managed to get you onto a stretcher and carried you off, the journalist followed closely not wanting to let you out of his sight. He knew if anything bad happened to you under his watch he’d not only have to deal with one of the most terrifying people on earth but also Michael Myers. 

Danny rode in the back of the ambulance as it sped to the hospital. Once there, doctors and nurses rushed the gurney into a room. At this point they told Danny he needed to wait in the waiting room. He protested this wanting to follow and keep an eye on you. For the first time since he’d carried you to the cabin he was concerned. Why did they rush you back like that, why wasn’t he allowed back with you. Were your injuries worse than he thought? He sat in a corner chair where he could see both exits and all of the room. His leg shook as he wrung his hands in true worry. An hour had passed and all he could see was the blood covering his hands, your blood, his friends blood. It was dried by now but he swore he could feel the warmth as if it had just spilled from your dying body. 

“Sir? Hello?” A young nurse asked, trying to get the man's attention. She could see that he was deep in thought, his golden eyes barely blinked as they stared at his blood covered hands. She squatted down so that her head was just below his, gently she placed a hand on his hands. This action made the man jump, eyes flickering to the woman. “Sir, your friend is stable. You’re welcome to see them now. There is a cop outside of their room, they’d like to ask a few questions.” Her voice was gentle and calm. Danny did his best to wash any worry away. He stood up and followed the nurse to room 242. Sure enough a man in a blue uniform sat in a chair just outside of the door, upon seeing the nurse and the dirty blonde man in tow. Without hesitation Danny walked past the cop and into the room. Laying on the white bed was your form. Your chest rose and fell evenly and the beeping of the heart monitor was almost rhythmic. You looked so pale and frail. It was a stark difference from how you normally looked. As if a man possessed, he sat in the chair next to the bed and held your hand. 

The cop standing in the doorway made him anxious, of course it did since he himself was a serial killer. “My name is Officer Knell. I need to ask you a few questions.” The officer said taking a seat in a chair near the foot of the bed. Danny nodded, not wanting to take his eyes off of your form. “Why were you out there in the first place?” Knell asked. “I’m a freelance writer, I heard over radio that there was a massacre at the campgrounds off of route 6. I wanted to write about it so I went out looking for the crime scene.” Danny said, he added fake sniffles to sell that he was “normal”. The cop nodded writing in a notepad and then asked another question “How do you know Mx. (L/n)?” His thumb brushed over (y/n)’s knuckles before answering. “Writing doesn’t always pay the bills so I took on a part time job at Mr. Larsons shop. They work there too.” “Okay and do you know why they may have been in the woods?” Knell asked. Danny shook his head, he honestly didn’t know what possessed you to go after a rampaging killer. “I don’t, I’m sorry.” 

“Well hey there officer.” He said with his arm resting on the open window. The officer leisurely walked up to the door. “What’re you doin out here today?” The man said, he seemed suspicious of the elderly man. Mel simply smiled and replied “I was lookin’ for good place to relax. My kids birthday is comin’ up and they love being out here.” 

At this the officer seemed to relax a bit. “Well it’s dangerous right now, you should hurry home. There’s a killer on the loose.” He said, trying to urge the truck driver to leave the area. Mel feigned shock “I had no idea. I’ll hurry home right now officer.” 

With that he slowly rolled up his window and drove off, after all who would assume an elderly looking man to be involved. Michael held his breath during the entire conversation, he was ready to kill the officer if needed. He stayed still for the entire ride, his mind bringing him back to the vision of his humans bloodied body on the forest floor. He felt that he didn’t deserve to be brought home by Mel, not after what he did to the kind mans’ child.  His mind wandered to those dark places while feeling every turn and bump in the road. He hadn’t even realized they had stopped until Mel pulled the tarp off of him. 

“Well, come on now, can’t be out here all day.” He said, motioning for the masked man to follow. Slowly the killer sat up and looked around. It was a two story cabin in the dense woods. A beautiful garden surrounded the building, it seemed like something out of a movie. All that could be heard was the sounds of nature. “Welcome to my happy place” Mel spoke, breaking the mans wonder. This made Michael look at him as he hopped out of the tuck bed. “Ida and I built it from the ground up. The garden is hers but I’ve been maintaining it since she passed. I do my best but I gotta admit she had a special flair when it came to gardens. (Y/n) loves it out here, pretty sure they’d live off grid here if they could.” He said with a smile as he unlocked the front door. 

Michael took one last look at the garden before walking in behind Mel. The cabin walls were adorned with pictures of Mel, Ida, and (Y/n). There were pictures of his human when they were still small. Their smile in each photo was bright and filled with joy. The cold hearted killer stopped at a certain picture. It was of (Y/n) holding a fish on a line, with their wide smile he could see they were missing a front tooth. They seemed so happy and innocent in the picture, Michael couldn’t help but think of your broken body on the ground. He flinched when a gentle hand was placed on his back. Realization flooded over him as he saw Mel by his side. 

“Michael it’s okay. It’s okay now. I’m here. Lets go home…please.” Your voice was soft as you looked up to the masked killer. Laying on the ground was your bleeding form, you refused to lose consciousness, not when you were so close. The sight of you exposed a crack in The Shapes facade. Michael peaked through that crack and his blood ran cold. He fought for control and won. He fell to his knees, his eyes locked on your form. Your hand reached out and took his. His sad cold eyes rose to meet yours. “It’s okay now, I found you.” A smile graced your lips as you spoke calmly. 

“What had he done?” he thought. “Monster you’re a monster” repeated in his mind. At the same time Mel and a  dirty blonde male ran into the scene. Mel’s heart drops but he can’t act on that now. He has to save his kid. “Shit boy back up” the older man told Michael. He was angry but knew how to hide it. He knew something in Michael was darker than Michael actually was. Michael stood up and took a defensive stance against the stranger behind Mel. He wasn’t going to let anymore pain come to his human. 

        “Who the fuck are you?” Mel said as he opened his kids backpack and rummaged through the medical gear. he soon pulled out what he would need to field dress their wounds. “My Boy here will rip your guts out and if he don’t I will” he continued threatening the man. Danny had to act fast and keep up the facade he had created. 

“I um I’m Danny a coworker of (Y/n). I Freelance and heard the tussle so ran over.” He said quickly with a hint of fake anxiety and fear in his voice. “Holy shit you’re really him….” He continued in disbelief looking at the looming killer. Michael took a menacing step towards Danny, ready to strike if Mel gave the go ahead. Danny had a messenger bag with him where he took out his notepad that he used when investigating stories. “See here’s my notes and everything! I swear I’m not gonna do anything” he said frantically, a small amount of actual anxiety rising. His free hand glanced over the concealed buck knife in the bag.  

 “I don’t get the dynamic  here but I can get them to a safe place. It seems you know tall dark and scary” Danny said directed at Mel. Michael grunted at the saying. At this point you were slipping in and out of consciousness but you managed to see your coworker and friend. “D..Danny.. get out of h…” your words trailed off as you lost consciousness again. With a huff Mel made a decision. “Fine. Michael you’re with me. Boy if you so much as lay one finger out of place on my kid I’ll gut you alive like a fucken pig” Mel warned the golden eyed man. Danny would be lying if he said those words didn’t excite his blood lust just a little. He nodded quickly and picked the wounded human up gently and with ease. “Stronger than you look” Mel said before departing with Michael.  The killer couldn’t help but steal a glance back at you as the strange man carried you away. 

 Luckily for Danny he knew his way around these woods. One of the first things he’d done when arriving in haddonfield was to go hiking so he’d know the area and to his delight there was an abandoned cabin about three miles from the campgrounds. He wasn’t sure as to why he’d saved you. Yes you were a new interest but he could always find another one. He thought about random things as he walked. He wasn’t worried about being caught because if he was he’d make up a story as to how he’d found you and no one would question it….probably. As long as they didn’t search his bag he’d be fine. When his little cabin was in sight he smiled to himself. It was a nice little hideaway from the world. Once inside he laid you on the rickety bed that stood in the far corner. Checking to make sure you were still out he then pried up a floor board with a box inside. Inside that box were nearly a hundred small Polaroid photos.  He dug in his bag and took out four more from today. One of you packing the backpack, one of you and Mel in the truck, one of you being strangled by the Shape, and finally one of you on the cold ground bleeding out. A giddy smile was plastered on his face as he wrote the date on each of them. He’d have to remember to come back later to write a bit of info on the back of them. For now he’d have to wait seeing as you still needed to be cared for. Carefully Danny placed the box back in the floor and put the floorboard back as well. It was one of many hiding spots he had for his hundreds upon hundreds of photos. He cherished them dearly. 

“Mel, stop! I think we’re close to him.” You said as you kept your eyes on the landscape. You two were near the campgrounds at this point. Mel nodded and pulled his truck over into the tree line. They both hopped out of the vehicle. “Gotta be careful from this point onward. Cops will be all over the place with how many I saw earlier. Can’t get caught.” Mel said, his voice low. His whole demeanor had changed. This was remnants of his old life peaking through the cracks of his old frame. You smirked at the old man, this was going to be fun for him. 

The Shape stalked through the woods, he could hear the distant sounds of police chattering. They had turned their sirens off in case the killer was still in the area. They couldn’t risk scaring the perpetrator off, little did they know the killer was about to make them prey. Every minute he stalked closer to the line of officers who were also looking for him. It only wanted to satiate its never ending bloodlust. One little lamb in blue had wandered farther than the rest. He never even saw the monster of a man coming. Its knife plunged deep into the man's neck, the only thing to be heard was a low gurgle as he drowned in his own blood. One down, many to go It thought.

You followed Mel, he knew how to track better than you did. He was damn good at it and he also knew how to stay hidden while tracking. Skirting around the main campgrounds you both saw the mutilated lifeless bodies of teens and newly adults. Your heart sunk as you thought ‘He really did go on a killing spree’. Blaming yourself, you slowed and looked to the ground. ‘He wouldn’t have done this if I hadn’t snapped.’ Your thoughts started to spiral and hot tears welled in your eyes. Mel turned to see your sad state. He silently made his way back to you and hugged you close. “No time for this. We need to find him.” He said below a whisper into your ear so the police wouldn’t be able to hear. 

Sniffling silently, you nodded and pulled yourself together. Crying wouldn’t help now, it wouldn’t help him. Mel wiped your eyes and turned to continue on. You followed him silently, you had to get to your killer before he could do anymore damage. You had to bring him home. The woods were alive with chatter from the police, some were casually chatting while others talked about how horrific the murders were. When you heard an officer ask where Mark was you knew your killer was near. And he was about to be in a hell of a lot of trouble. 

The Ghostface masked man followed silently at a distance. He didn’t want to get too close to the humans that caught his attention and the police that filled the area. He couldn’t risk getting caught when he just made his home here. His mind raced with scenarios trying to figure out a solution to each and which would be the most likely.  

The limp body of the officer sunk to the ground. The Shape tilted its head at it as if curious about the body. It wasn’t long before someone yelled out “Holy Shit!” and fired their gun in the direction of the killer. He easily evaded and slipped out of view. The officer who had spotted him tried to explain to the others, fear laced his words. 

Your head turned  to the direction of the gunshots. Without thinking you took off running in the same direction. Mel did his best to stop you but there was no changing your mind. Knowing better than to let anyone see your face you pulled a mask from your pocket and pulled it over your face. The forest flew by as your feet carried you faster than you thought they could. Adrenaline was surging through your veins. Their injuries were far from healed but they couldn’t feel the pain. The only thought in their head was to save him. Little did they know a second masked killer was keeping pace. 

Bullets flew past his head and body and he moved. It had to keep moving if it wanted to live to kill again. It managed to kill two other officers that wandered away from the safety of the pack. It decided it was time to leave the scene. As it disappeared from the area it was hit with a bullet once in the arm. It retreated and yet the bullets kept flying, they were aiming at nothing. Before it could react a human jumped in front of it. The masked human took a bullet to the chest for the beast. They stood up despite their new wound. “M…Michael I found you” they said in a familiar voice. The Shape was in control though. 

No tears fell, no sobs wracked his body. His emotions were held back by those tendrils of the Shape. It wanted full control as it had for the majority of this bodys life. Michael pushed the thoughts of betrayal away as he tore open a bag of chips from the campsite. He liked the saltiness and crunch and for a moment (Y/n’s) smiling face flashed in his mind. They always made sure he had food, good, delicious food. Maybe he would never taste their cooking again. Mindlessly he ate the chips, they tasted hollow compared to when he was with his human. The  killer hadn’t realized how much that single human had affected such small seemingly insignificant parts of life, until now. 

He slammed his fist against the solid ground. The shape whispered in his mind. It whispered dark words to drag him further and further from the light that was your memory. It told him you had abandoned and forgotten him. It even conjured up a mental image of you being happy that he was gone. After all, he was a burden to their life, he thought. A killer living with a mere human. They couldn’t have friends over, go out for long vacations, and had to pay for two people on a single person's income. 

He continued to eat while his mind swirled. Would his human dare to go looking for him? Were they even his human anymore or had they truly abandoned him. Everyone betrayed and abandoned him. Ever since he was a young child people took his trust and threw it in the trash as if it was nothing. Memories from childhood of his parents fighting, ignoring him, pushing him to the side flooded his mind. He even tried to trust Dr. Loomis at first before realizing the man was obsessed with making his patient out to be the embodiment of evil. He was just a child, a traumatized child. 

Finally, their phone rang. You picked it up before it could even finish ringing once.  “Did you find him?” You said quickly. 

 “I think you forgot a hello. And uh no I didn’t find him but I think I know which way he went.” Mel’s gruff voice came through over the phone. 

“Where?!?!” You nearly yelled back. Mel could be heard sighing before he continued “I saw a heard of police headed out to the camp grounds. I’ll be by in ten to get you.” He finished before hanging up. Your blood ran cold as those words reverberated around your mind. The phone slipped from your hands to the ground with a light thump. For Mel to say it’s a herd means that there were a lot. What could Michael have done? “He wouldn’t go on a killing spree… would he?” You whispered to yourself. You forced yourself to move, you had to get ready, you needed to grab a backpack to put some things in for the search. If he had gone killing he might be hurt and if so he’d need medical attention. 

The man couldn’t get over the look his human had given him. It cut deeper than any wound he had ever had. The thought of losing the small amount of security he had gained was devastating. He had only begun to learn how to once again be human. He had hurt Mel, a human that had gladly accepted Michael into his child's home and even accepted him as he was. There was no way that Mel would look at him the same.

With a final deep breath he gave in to the voices. The small amount of humanity and warmth in his heart faded in seconds as The Shape took over. He rose to his feet with two thunderous stomps. His infamous knife clutched tightly in his hand, he took off as silently as he could. Today there would be a massacre. The Shape was going to kill anyone they could find. He stalked deeper and deeper into the woods, each step took him farther away from his once safe home. 

Night was falling fast and The Shape had caught on to a scent of sorts. He knew teens and college students would be the most rebellious against the current news that urged people to stay inside. He could smell the smoke and alcohol on the breeze of the warm night. Lately the temperature had warmed up with the summer months coming soon. The killer followed this trail until he could just barely see the humans sitting around a fire. Now it was a waiting game, The Shape didn’t want any survivors to escape and potentially tell police that he is in fact back to killing. He waited for what seemed like an hour until a clearly tipsy couple stumbled into the woods. 

The killer quietly made his way over to where the couple had gone. The female of the couple was a giggling mess as she struggled with her male partner's jeans. The man still had a beer in his hand as he watched her struggle. The Shape buried his knife in the back of the man's neck with such brutal strength that the tip pierced through the front of the neck. The man choked on his own blood, in the moment of shock he still held onto his drink. The woman was oblivious with her focus fully on the buttons and zipper. The serial killer dragged his knife out of the man's neck and watched in morbid curiosity. Finally the man had dropped his beer as blood streamed down his chest and on to his girlfriend. She looked up and let out a blood curdling scream. That scream was cut short as The Shape stabbed his knife into her open mouth. The two fell to the ground with a thump, the male had died but his girl lay gagging on her blood, her eyes wide with fear. His masked head tilted as he watched the life drain from her. 

At the campfire a man replied to the scream “Get it!” thinking that it was a scream of pleasure. The majority of the remaining had laughed along thinking their friends were fine. A couple at the campfire were concerned. A woman named Kate looked at her partner Jane with a worried look. Kate hadn’t really wanted to go with all the murder happening but was convinced by her girlfriend that it would be okay. “Kate, relax, I’m sure Lilly and Kevin are fine” Jane said to her partner. This did little to ease her nerves. Laken had noticed their interaction and decided to chime in. “How about this. I’ll go check on them. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve walked in on them doing the deed.” They said standing from the stump they had previously been sitting on. Laken’s steps were uneasy but they had a smile on their face. “Perv!” Yelled David as he watched Laken walk in the same direction as the couple. 

“Lilly! Kevin! Imma find you!” Laken called out with a laugh. It didn’t take long for them to stumble onto the bodies of their friends. “Oh fuck” was all they managed to say before a knife was plunged into the top of their skull. Lakens body stood there for a moment before The Shape removed his knife causing their body to fall to the ground. And then there were four. David chugged another couple of beers waiting for his friend to come back. Mason looked over at his increasingly drunk friend with a worried glance. Mason had laughed off the scream Lilly let out even though he thought it sounded a little off. “David cool it with the beers. I’m not driving you to the ER tonight.” Mason said, hoping his friend would stop. He tapped his foot anxiously watching the bushes intently. 

Ten minutes had passed since Laken went to find their friends. David frowned looking at his watch. He liked Laken a lot and was hoping to ask them out sometime. His mind being that of an older teen went straight to the gutter. “God fucken damnit they’re probs having a threesome….without me.” The man stated with a slur to his words.  He threw the can into the woods towards the spot where his friends' bodies lay. Unknowingly it landed at The Shapes feet. The grip on his knife increased, he couldn’t reveal himself yet, there were too many variables. He looked at the can until a yell made his head snap towards the camp grounds. Kate had screamed at David to stay put as he stood up and started to walk the same path Laken did. Jane pulled Kate back down and Mason had joined the girls to try and calm Kate down. David ignored the girls cries and stumbled his way into the bushes calling Lakens name. His voice was cut short by the killer. He grabbed his neck with unchecked strength and nearly killed him on the spot. David's mouth opened and closed silently like a fish out of water, his eyes were wide and small blood vessels within them had started to break. He stared for a moment into the boy's bloodshot eyes before snapping his neck. 

The sudden loss of their friends' voice was enough to scare the remaining three. Jane ran to turn on her truck's brightest headlights facing those bushes. Now they could see the killer standing in all of his glory. His mask shone brightly against the lights. Mason was the one to let out a fearful scream. Kate was frozen in fear for a moment before Jane yelled at them to run. The slasher was able to catch up to Mason with ease and drove his knife into the mans throat with ease. Arterial spray went flying as the adrenaline had made his heart pump faster and harder. His once clean coveralls were soaked with blood. The girls clung to each other's hand as they ran for their lives. It wasn’t long before Jane stepped on a hole in the ground, her ankle made a sickening snapping noise. She covered her mouth to prevent their location from being found. Kate knelt down to her girlfriend trying to get her to stand. Jane pulled her close and gave her a final kiss. “Run and live. I can’t run anymore but I can buy you time.” Jane said, trying to keep herself together. Kate cried and repeated no through her sobs. “I love you Kate now go!” Jane said as she pushed Kate away.  Kate ran and once she was out of sight Jane began to scream “I’M OVER HERE MOTHER FUCKER!” Her screams were cut short as the killer put the knife through the back of her skull. 

“That boy ain’t used to that kind of joking around and you know it. I pushed him too far and he reacted the only way he knew how.” He said in a more father like voice. This time you rolled your eyes. “He isn’t family. You are. I don’t care that he isn’t here after what he did to you. He hurt you. He betrayed me” You nearly spat back, the anger once again bubbling up inside of you. “Knock it off. What happened to understandin’ that he’s been through hell and won’t always react like people would expect.” The older man replied slamming his hand on the table to hopefully break your cycle of negative thoughts.Your face continued to hold anger towards the killer that lived in the apartment. He knew this wasn’t how you actually felt on the situation and that you were letting anger speak. “I don’t give a shit! Hurting you was way to far. All you’ve ever done is be kind to him. He had no right to hurt you.” You spoke with anger dripping from your words. 

“Since when do you let your anger control you? I know damn well that my wife and I raised you better than this.” He knew mentioning his wife would break your negative cycle. He knew that she was a soft spot and that she would flash through your mind. He could see the memory of his late wife run through your mind as your face faltered. 

Her smile was bright in your mind, it was warm like a nice summer day. Letting your head fall onto the table with a thump and groan, you took a minute. Mel was right, this wasn’t like you. The anger fizzled out and you took a deep breath trying to calm your mind. Thats when the realization hit you. It was dark out and the infamous killer wasn’t home yet and worse than that he had left in broad daylight. Anyone could’ve seen him, he could’ve been spotted and reported. “Shit. I fucked up.” You said looking up at Mel. “Language kiddo and only kinda, your emotions are valid.” He replied. He knows that if anything happened to that big lug of a killer you would blame yourself. 

“I’ll head home an’ get some gear ready. It’s far too dark out to go searchin’ now. I’ll be back first light an’ we’ll go lookin’ together. You need to grab a pillow an blanket an get some rest. Got it?” He said standing up to leave. You nodded and walked him to the door. Mel kissed your forehead and left. Closing the door, worry and guilt washed over you. Scenarios ran through your mind of what might happen to your friend. You tried to calm your thoughts by assuring yourself that your words couldn’t have cut the killer deeply. He was a cold hearted killer after all. He stayed with you out of necessity and nothing more you told yourself. Somehow that struck your heart with a pang of sorrow. Were you just a thing of necessity to him? Did he actually care at all about you?

Shaking their head (Y/n) sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around them and a bowl of popcorn in hand. Golden eyes watched silently from the window as the person put on a Stab horror movie. A smile twitched onto the watchers face as he snapped a picture of the human on the couch. He decided to stay and watch the movie through the window, after all it was one of his favorites. The shadowy figure watched as the person would occasionally become emotional at thoughts that ran through their mind. It was almost enough to make him giddy. 

Tonight was a safe night for him to watch, he didn’t have to worry about the keen killer that normally stayed at the apartment. He took many photos during the movie. His golden eyes behind his mask lit up at the more gruesome scenes in the horror movie. As the credits began to roll he picked the best picture out of the polaroids and stuck it to the window sill before silently leaving, blending into the shadows of the night with his black and gray costume. 

You stood up from the couch and turned off the tv. It was now late and had decided to sleep on the couch incase Michael came home in the night. As you stood something in the window caught your eye. “What the fuck is that” You muttered walking towards it. “Holy fuck” is all you could say as you saw that it was a photo of yourself watching Stab. Someone had been watching you. Your heart rate skyrocketed as the realization that you had been watched set in. Michael, your protector wasn’t here, Mel wasn’t either. You were alone with Pumpkinpants in the apartment. Hurriedly you made sure all windows and front door in the apartment were locked. The knife you had grabbed would stay in your hand all night. The decision to stay on the couch stayed and so you brought in your favorite blanket and plush and nested on the couch. Your (E/C) eyes stared at the window where the picture still sat. 

“Whats with the fake smile you give to tourists?” The older man said jokingly. Your smile was replaced by a genuine one and you opened the door more welcoming him in. “I thought you were the police or something. I wasn’t expecting you today” You said closing and locking the door. Mel stood with his arms crossed looking at Michael. You giggled knowing this stance and facial expression of Mel very well. “OOoooo someones in trouble.” (Y/n) said as they went and sat on the couch. They weren’t concerned about Michael hurting Mel since that would be the ultimate betrayal and there is no way the serial killer would do that. The look on Mels face was that of a disappointed father. 

“You upset my kid.” He said with a look that could kill. For the first time since he was a child, Michael felt like he was in trouble. “Not only did you upset them but you got hurt in the process. You better do something nice for them like either cook for them or something nice.” He said. He knew damn well that there was something between you and the Shape and he wanted to make sure you were well taken care of. “Mel, I'm not sure that he should cook. I’d rather not have dog tartare” You said from the couch with a mischievous smile. An annoyed huff came from the legendary killer. “Yeah, you’re right on that one kiddo.” Mel agreed, further annoying the mountain of a man. “Don’t think he could cook to save his life.” You smiled at what was obvious joking from Mel. The agitation was now visible in his stance. The older man put his hand on the killers shoulder to try and ease his annoyance. In a momentary lapse of judgment with the mask blurring his mind he cut Mels arm. 

It happened so quickly that all three of you barely had time to react. Mel grabbed his arm tightly just above the cut to try and slow the circulation. Michael stumbled backwards in shock of his own actions. You were filled with a rage that you couldn’t contain. Jumping up from the couch you got in between the two men and glared at the masked killer. “HOW DARE YOU!” Your voice boomed dripping with venom. Mel was the only family you had left and you intended for him to live as long as a human body would let him. You shoved the killer backwards away from the man you called a father. “GET THE FUCK OUT NOW! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” Tears pricked at your eyes, you weren’t thinking, just reacting. The killer huffed again, this time in anger and stormed out of the apartment. 

You turned to Mel and started to fret over his wound. Mel had grabbed a cloth napkin from the table and wrapped his wound in it. You added pressure and by this time you were a crying mess. “I can’t believe he would do this to you.” You said between sniffles. Mel gently pat your head and sat down at the table. He knew you would need some time to cool off before he could get through to you. Mel understood that he had pushed the killer too far, Michael clearly wasn't used to being messed with. It was commonplace in his house when you were growing up. You had grabbed the first aid kit and were searching through it to find the stitch kit. Finally finding it you cleaned and placed the stitches on the cut. 

Michael had stormed out and gone into the woods that were behind the apartment building. He didn’t care that it was still daylight and wanted to kill anyone that dared come into his line of sight. He was hurt more than anything. The look in your eyes stung worse than any wound he’d had in his life. His head was spinning. He was angry and the whispers of the shape came flooding in. They told him that you didn’t care and that he should kill you in a brutal way. The killer was wandering aimlessly deeper and deeper into the woods. The words you yelled at him burrowed into him like a knife. They echoed in his mind with those damned whispers. He hated that he hurt Mel. Mel had been nothing but kind to him, but then why say those harsh things about him? He thought. He didn’t understand what had happened. 

With an annoyed grunt you stomped to the dangerous serial killers door. Knocking loudly you shout “Wake up! What the fuck Michael” you waited a few moments knocking again and then barged in. You knew he slept with his mask on and so weren’t too worried about that. He shot up not knowing what was happening. For a moment he was filled with anger but that quickly dissolved when he saw his human. Confusion then washed over the giant of a man. On the other hand your form was fuming. “What the hell! You went out killing last night?!?” Your words dripped with venom. It was a betrayal that he would put himself in such danger. He only shrugged as if to say ‘So what?’ Michael then stood and that’s when you noticed blood seeping through his shirt. 

Their anger was drowned out by worry. They let out a gasp and rushed forward lifting his shirt without thinking. This action made the man flinch backwards. “Shit sorry” The human stood back forgetting how not used to touching the killer was. “What happened? Did that man do this to you?” They said quickly. Michael only nodded. “Then it’s fine that he’s dead. Now sit and let me fix that.” He did as told and sat down on the bed. His human hurried off to find their medical kit. He hadn’t noticed that the wound started to bleed through the towel he had taped to himself. They rushed in and lifted his shirt once more. “Is that a towel and duct tape??” They asked dumbfounded. He nodded. “You could’ve come and woken me up instead of this sad excuse for a fix.” They said earning a gesture towards themself from him as if to say ‘And deal with the anger while tired?’ 

“Yeah I would’ve been mad but more worried and then I wouldn’t be dealing with an older wound that has splinters in it.” You said, trying to keep your cool while meticulously pulling out small shards of wood. Not once did the man flinch, not even while the wound was being sutured shut. The years of pain and suffering had made him unable to really feel the pain that was inflicted on him. 

“Please be more careful. The stitches are in but they can rip and I would hate to see you bleeding again.” You said as you placed a bandage over the stitches to keep them clean. Your (e/c) eyes met his white mask as you finished your sentence. He didn’t like seeing you upset and now it was himself who made you so upset, so worried. As you stood from where you were sitting to do his stitches his eyes never left your form. He watched as you walked over to his dresser and pulled out a new clean (f/c) color shirt for him to put on. 

Clearing your throat you told him “Just put the bloodied clothes in the laundry basket in your room. I’ll clean them later and hopefully I’ll be able to get the blood stains out.” And with that you left the room to make the once again injured man some breakfast that would also help his body recover from its previous night's outing. 

Michael sat in the bed thinking. He had upset you, his actions made you nearly cry. The man didn’t like that but he also knew that killing was something he wouldn’t just stop doing. The killer decided after a while that since it wasn’t his usual hunting season that he could do his best to not kill unless necessary like with the tourists. He stood up and placed the bloodied sheets and clothes into the clothes bin as his human had told him too. He thought about doing the laundry himself but then thought maybe there was some trick that he didn’t know about and so left the room. Michael cautiously made his way to the kitchen, stopping just before as he overheard (Y/n) on the phone with who he assumed was Mel. 

“I don’t know what got into him last night. He just went out and did that.” you said

“He came home hurt so I don’t really care that the guy died.” you replied

“Yeah yeah I know I lack empathy for assholes.” then a pause

“No you don’t need to come over. It just upset me so much to see him hurt like that. I just needed to talk with you since I can’t exactly tell anyone else.” then a pause

“Okay well Love you Mel Bye” You said and then hung up the phone. The human jumped a little as they turned around and saw the killer standing in the hallway. 

“Dude I swear I’m going to put a bell on you one of these days.” They said with one hand over their heart. He tilted his head as if to say “You could try but won’t succeed” you chuckled a little and handed him a plate of food with a fork and knife and a large cup of water. “Alright big guy go eat. I know you must be hungry” you said and then sat to eat your own breakfast.

Michael kept his eyes trained on the poster, the small gray striped kitten hanging on to the branch calming his wild mind. Now only Loomis’s voice rang in his head, his words of how Michael was a monster of pure evil a constant reminder that he was less than human to that man. The creeping tendrils of the Shape wrapped around his mind willing him to leave the apartment and kill again. The mask, The Shape needed to satisfy it’s growing bloodlust. He wanted to kill Loomis and all the doctors at the institution but for now he would have to settle for strangers. 

It didn’t take long for The shape to make it’s way to the woods and find a lonely camper. A man around thirty years old. An easy target for the killer. The man began to feel uneasy, his eyes shifted around the area. The shape could tell the man's heart race had increased. It fueled the Shape even more. Soon he was behind the camper and grabbed his throat. The man let out a strangled cry and thrashed with a strong will to live. He managed to kick the serial killer in the knee with his heel. The shape let out a grunt and tightened his grip on the mans throat. Bruising could be seen forming from under the killers grasp. This was too easy and so he let him go. The chase was on. 

In his signature walk he followed the man as he ran screaming for help. They were deep enough in and it was late enough that no one would be around to hear his desperate cries. The camper choked for air as he ran trying to stay upright and ahead of the killer on his heels. Some part of him knew he would die tonight. No one except Laurie could escape his deadly grasp. He couldn’t run anymore, his lungs and legs screamed in agony. The moonlight illuminated a clearing that he stopped in. Collapsing to his knees, lungs heaving for air. He grabbed a broken stick nearby, it was sharp on the end and hoped that maybe just maybe he could defend himself. 

 The shape appeared in the clearing, he grabbed the man by the throat again, his knife in his other hand. Clawing at The shapes hand the man begged for his life “please, please, oh god please don’t kill me. I have a family. I can’t die, please god don’t let me die here” He pleaded. His cries fell on deaf ears. As The Shapes knife plunged into the mans chest the stick the camper had held on to was sunk into the killers side. This angered him and so he stabbed the man more times than he could count. Once satisfied with the damage he dropped the mans now limp corpse, the blood soaking the grass under him.  

Michael stumbled backward now feeling the pain of the stick lodged in his side. He didn’t want to leave his DNA at the crime scene and so he walked back to the apartment with the stick still in his side. Once home he grabbed a towel from the bathroom and duct tape from the kitchen. He then walked to his room and sat in the desk chair. The masked killer took his mask off and bit down on the handle of his knife. Mentally he counted to three and pulled the object out of his flesh. It ripped the wound open even more and hot blood gushed from the wound. Michael grunted and pressed the hand towel to the wound and then wrapped the duct tape around his torso and the towel to keep it in place and provide compression to the wound. He put his white latex mask back on, removed his bloodied clothes replacing them with clean clothes from his dresser and fell asleep in his warm bed.