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Part One
She saw him once. Enshrouded in the darkness, looming over the shoulder of her friend, who was impaled on the fence, blood dripping down on to her shoes with a faint splatter, and she had seen him. She had seen his eyes. Looked straight into them, swirls of blue and black, and a driving passion that would not stop at anything until the lights went out in his soul.
But he had blinked. And Allyson saw him for the first time.
The second time she had seen Michael Myers was in a horrific blur, where the cop, Hawkins, had drove into him on the street. She could barely remember what happened, only recalling the feeling of the car hitting something, and then looking over and there he was, in the seat next to her, wearing his mask. That crazy doctor had locked them both in the backseat, but he didn’t kill her. He didn’t even try to hurt her, he just sat there and stared. The doctor had gotten out to take a piss on the side of the road, and she couldn’t help but stare at Michael, because she had been so sure that she was about to die. Michael did one thing that night that no matter how hard she tried, she could not get it out of her head. He spoke to her. One word: Please.
And then the doctor had come back in the car and she didn’t remember anything that happened until she was sitting in the back of a truck with her mom and grandmother, and her hand clenched the bloody knife.
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Today was the first day back at University, and Allyson was ill-prepared, having spent her entire summer partying with her friends in Menorca, then Tenerife, then down to Barbados and quick trip to Australia for a week before returning the night before classes started, had Allyson feeling empty. Yeah, she should have felt like a well-seasoned traveler, but to anyone who knew her closely, they would know she was running away. Trying her best to escape the memories and fear that had impaled itself on her ever since that Halloween night. Her final highschool years spent in a psychiatric facility, recovering from the mental trauma of losing everyone she cared and loved. The only thing the facility helped her with was pretending that she was okay. Pretending she could function and live a decent, normal life, because every single day she knew that once she was out, she had a mission to accomplish. Ever since that fearful night, Allyson was intrigued, curious, about what Michael had said to her in the back of that car. He had whispered, a gruff strained voice, “Please”, and he was about to say more, she had heard the start of another word, but they were interrupted and he didn’t say another word that entire night.
And then the fire happened, and she thought that was it, that everything was over and there was nothing else that Michael could say or do.
Until she dreamed of him.
He had been standing over her bed, watching her, and she found herself paralyzed. She thought for he was here to finish the job, but he leaned over her, one hand on her pillow next to her, the other reaching behind her bed, and somehow he knew, that the knife she had used to stab him was hidden back there. No one knew she had kept it, she stuffed it behind her back when they had hitchhiked in the truck back home, something had called her to it, like a whisper saying her name over and over again, never to let the knife go. When Michael had pulled the knife up, he stayed by her face, and stared into her eyes again. He was so close, she could hear the faint breath he took in behind the mask, he blinked at her, and she didn’t see a serial killer, she didn’t didn’t see evil, she just saw him, a man, tortured and lost.
“I’ll return it.” was all that came out, his voice deep and rough. Allyson felt her heart skip a beat, a strange humming sensation battered her nerves, whether in fear or intrigue, she didn’t know. Only that Michael was terrifying, in every way possible. His eyes moved from her eyes down to her lips, then neck, then back up again. When they locked eyes again, she knew. He made a promise, to one day return the knife back to her. Why or how, she didn’t know, but she knew that one day he would be back, wherever that may be, and would return the knife to her, like a family heirloom being passed down.
This is why she had counted her days in that psychiatric facility, spent her two years regaining her strength, focusing her mind, and preparing for the inevitability that she would look into those eyes once more. Allyson knew she was smart, and had a personality that could get her very far in life. She was hardworking, and she knew what she wanted. Of course, what others thought she wanted was to leave her past behind and start a new life, unburdened of the trauma forever. People were stupid. And easy to manipulate.
It wasn’t hard convincing her therapist that a move to Maine for her undergrad studies was a good idea, far away enough that she could “separate” as her therapist had said, but still allowed her to live a normal life. Plus the university she would be attending had an excellent research program for her environmental studies. While she may have told everyone that’s what she wanted to do with her life, underneath, it was all a lie. She didn’t really care what degree she studied, infact she would hardly be doing any studying at all, she would be waiting. Waiting for Michael to show up, and she knew he would find her. It was no coincidence that after the night he had taken the knife from her, that a newspaper reported seeing a large man making his way north. Her acceptance letter had been proudly placed on the fridge that week, before everything happened, and she knew he had seen it. That promise had been made, and they both knew they would meet somewhere in Maine, whenever he was ready to return.
However, 3 years went by and there was no sign of Michael yet. Allyson had started to get nervous, and with nerves, came bad choices. Like spending 8 weeks traveling the world, and then ending up at a baseball game after party, so drunk she couldn’t see the door to the backyard anymore as she stumbled outside, needing to get some fresh air because Nathan Pierce wouldn’t leave her alone. He was a classic sports guy, tall, attractive, very toned, and a head of bright blonde hair that drove girls and guys crazy. He had been flirting with her all summer and she kept turning him down, which all her friends said she was crazy for doing, but Allyson just found herself not wanting to date and fuck some random college guy who would forget she existed by the time winter break rolled around. She wanted someone who would stay with her, someone who understood her and would take their time. Rushing was not something she was interested in. Nathan had obviously not taken the hint and had tried feeling her up multiple times, the booze and dancing not helping as he kept ‘accidentally’ grinding into her ass on the dance floor. That’s why she had rushed outside, because she knew if she drank anymore her brain would turn off and her body on , and she’d do a lot of things she’d regret. The crisp night air made her wince, the weather was already starting to turn to fall and she wished she had chosen to wear an outfit that was a little less slutty and a little more classy. The door behind her creaked open, and out stumbled Nathan, almost knocking her over and he flung his arm around her shoulders.
“Why you out here sweet cheeks?” he slurred out, and she cringed at the nickname.
“Nathan, no one says ‘sweet cheeks’ anymore, go back inside” she retorted back, but Nathan didn’t seem to agree.
“No, no, no, we are not doing this again. You’ve been flashing your sex eyes at me all summer, and I can’t take it anymore. I need you Ally, I need your body all over mine”
Allyson rolled her eyes. She certainly had not been making ‘sex eyes’, whatever that even meant, at him, ever. In fact she was pretty sure the only look she ever gave him was in annoyance over his way too obvious flirting tactics, which she turned down every time.
“Look, I’m sorry if I somehow gave the wrong impression Nathan, but I-”
“No, don’t lie to me! You’re gonna show me exactly what you’ve been teasing me with all summer, right fucking now” he said, his voice raising, and Allyson tried to push him away, she was cold and wanted to go back inside.
“No, I’m not, I don’t want-” She got cut off by Nathan shoving his lips onto hers, his hand pushing behind her head to hold her in place. She went to go shove him back, but her arms felt like jelly as she pressed her hands into his chest.
“See I knew you wanted it babe, I was right, I’m gonna fuck you right here and now you little slut” he whispered out, wrapping his arm around her back, he held her into place. Allyson panicked, she couldn’t get out of his grip, he was the pitcher, and everyone knew his arm was incredibly strong. She felt his other hand roughly grope her breast, he knee flying between her legs painfully.
“No, stop, Nathan, you fuck just stop!” she tried to cry out, but he had her locked, and they felt to the ground as she tried to kick him, but he wouldn’t stop, and then the sudden momentum and booze kicked in, and she felt her vision go dark. When she opened her eyes again, she screamed in pain, she looked down, Nathan was forcefully and roughly pounding inside her, her organs screaming, and she knew she was bleeding from it. The next, she saw Nathan standing above her, his pants still down, looking at something behind her. He shouted, then a large hand came into view, gripped Nathan by the throat and tore him over her head in one pull. She gasped, trying to find the strength to sit up, but her body wouldn’t move. Nathan’s shout cut off, a gurgling sound replacing it, and she screamed.
The back door to the house flew open, and her friends came rushing out, and next she found herself sitting huddled at the front steps of the house, a jacket around her arms. The smell was distinct, like the jacket hadn’t been worn for many, many years, but she had no time to ponder once the police showed up and took her statement, and her assured them they would take her to a doctor to get checked out.
It wasn’t until she was back home that night, laying in her bed, that she remembered the scent of a jacket around her, and one word came to her mind. Michael. It was the same scent she had smelled when he visited her that night, to claim the knife. It had been all over her, it clung to her pillows for days after, and she’d be lying if she hadn’t felt comfort from it, as messed up as that was.
Part Two
“Do you believe in multiverses?”
“A what?”
“Right, I forgot your generation doesn't know that word very well. It’s like an alternate timeline, where you are still you, but you make difference choices and your life ends up totally different than what you have right now”
He made a snort in response, “Sounds weird. Why?”
“I don’t know, I was just thinking about it last night. Like where would my life have taken me if I wasn’t born the way I was, ya know? Or maybe I am in some weird multiverse right now, living a life that isn’t normal because it’s not supposed to be.”
“I don’t know what that all means” Michael replied, still staring at the campfire before them, the blaze dying out as the moon rose higher in the sky.
“Just something on my mind, I guess. It’s stupid, nevermind” Allyson finished, poking at the fire with a stick, she rubbed her hands together over what little flame was left, the cold winter air harsher than she was used to.
Michael watched her, it was his favourite thing to do, the way her hands moved, the sparkle her eyes had when she smiled. He had never felt like this before, and he didn’t know what to do with it, so he shoved it down and hid it, because touching Allyson was something he would never get the chance to do, ever. He was twice her age, and even though he was still trying to understand basic human relationships, he knew that this was considered wrong. He didn’t really know why, but he was very certain Allyson wouldn’t be interested in him in any sense.
“I don’t think it’s stupid, your multiverse thing. I don’t understand it, that’s all” he said to her, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable at his lack of conversational awareness. He knew he was considered difficult to talk to, but Ally was the only person he could manage to talk around, and so he tried his best with her.
As if reading his mind, Allyson asked him why he spoke to her in the first place.
“I don’t know. You’re easy to talk to, I suppose” he pondered, and he saw her nod in agreement. Allyson wasn’t sure why Michael could to talk to only her, and she remembered that one time at the gas station hadn’t gone well, where he didn’t mutter a word and got banned from the store for being too creepy. She hadn’t exactly been impressed when she learned they needed to avoid that station from now on.
“Well you already said you consider me a friend, so maybe that has something to do with it. Our pasts are intwined far past what anyone what else has” she replied, and Michael nodded. She talked with too many words for Michael to keep up, but he always understood what her point was, in the end.
“I… I like you, Allyson” he said, and knew her head shot up when he said that.
“You said my name…. You said my name like it was natural” She said, and he knew she was going to question him on it.
“I, uh… I practiced. Didn’t wanna mess up” he said back, pointedly not looking at her and staring at the fire like it was the most interesting fire in the world. Allyson rushed up, and came to kneel at Michaels side, her hands gripping his arm as she smiled at him.
“You said it so well, though! Say it again, please?” She begged, and Michael let himself have a small smile.
“I will, but on condition”
“Okay… what’s the condition?” she asked, her brows furrowing in a slight concern.
“Fix my hair again, the wind pushed it all over the place, it’s bothering me and I can’t fix it right like you can” he said, huffing as he once again pushed a stray hair back from poking his eye.
She smiled at him almost lovingly, “You’re a dork, you know that?” she said, her hands reaching up to comb through his growing hair. He let out a short sigh, her hands always felt nice, even if they were a little cold.
“Are you happy my hair is growing back?” He asked, and she hummed in reply.
“Well duh, you actually have a style now, it’s like you’re being rejuvenated or something. You actually look kinda hot” She said, and Michael choked on his drink.
“W-what?” He said, startled, but she just laughed.
“I said what I said. Your wrinkles are disappearing, you don’t look over the age 45, your body is… well. Toned doesn’t even do it justice, it’s like god blessed you with abs of power that could woo anyone, it’s like your superpower.” She finished, and he felt the heat creep up his cheeks. He knew this was called blushing, but he didn’t really understand what that meant until now.
“Are you blushing?” she asked, and he felt another first, embarrassment. He forgot how to speak again, and looked away from her, hoping the dim lighting would hide his face enough.
“You totally are…. Do you… Um, do you like it when I call you hot?” She asked, and Michael snapped his head to stare at her, wishing more than anything that he could march back into their hideout, pull his mask on, and hope she’ll forget about this by morning. But Allyson wasn’t having it, and she kept him pinned as she leaned on his arm even more, her hand not leaving his hair.
“I don’t know” was all he could manage, his voice reverting back to being strangled and rough.
Her hand moved in his hand again, lightly brushing through it, “Do you like it when I do this?” she said, and her hand suddenly grabbed a tuff of his hair, her face even closer to his now, and he let out a gasp. Why did that feel so good? He needed to get out of here, right now. He heaved himself up and ran, stopping at a tree just outside their camp as Allyson called his name.
“Michael?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but her heard her loud and clear. His senses were starting to overload and he could feel his body heating up from the pressure.
“Michael?” She said again, this time her hand on his arm as she came up to look at him, and grunted, grabbing her by the hand and pushing her against the tree, his large body pinning her into place, their bodies full contact against each other. She gasped, her eyes wide looking into his, and he blinked at her, he was still here.
“You are playing a very dangerous game, Allyson.” He said, his hand pushing into her shoulder so she couldn’t escape.
Her eyes found his, and she let out a breath. “It isn’t a game to me Michael. We’re entwined, you and me. It’s like our souls were meant to find each other, and I’m tired of trying to know why. I want you in every way possible, and I won’t deny it any longer. You complete me.” She said with a rushed breath, but she was never more sure of something in her life. Michael paused, staring at her, looking for any ounce of deceit or manipulation, but he couldn’t find any.
“Kiss me” She said, quietly, and without thinking he did it, he crushed his lips against hers, bringing a hand up to cradle her cheek as he gently pushed his tongue deeper, claiming her lips as his. They pulled apart for a breath, and Michael went down to her neck, kissing along her jaw, then biting against her neck, leaving his mark on her.
She let out a moan, and he growled. “You drive me crazy, I can’t take it anymore” he said, and she roughly pushed up against him, her hands reaching to grab his hair once more.
“Fuck” he shuttered, his body now in full overdrive, his senses going haywire as he moaned from just her touch. Their lips came crashing back down again, and Michael steered them backwards into their tent, carefully sitting her down as he towered over her, his height and size becoming ever more apparent.
“Michael, I want you to take me as yours, I want my body to belong to you” she sighed out, and he grunted, taking his time to slowly pull off her shirt, then bra. He stared down, his hands coming up to take in her breasts, full and plump and perfect.
“Gorgeous” he grunted, as he kissed her skin down along her sternum, and then lower and lower until he reacher her jeans. He started to use his teeth to unbutton them, but she let out a small laugh and he paused.
“What?” he asked, wondering if he was doing something wrong.
“Nothing, I just… wasn’t expecting you to unbutton my jeans with your teeth” she smiled at him, and he blushed again.
“I watched a video on it” he muttered, and she laughed again, louder this time.
“Wow, you really have been holding back from me, haven’t you?”
“Shut up” he said back, returning to his job, and she let out a quiet chuckle as her hand reached down to comb through his hair, coaxing him to keep going. He pulled back to pull off her jeans fully, and he sat back, admiring her naked body in full.
He pulled off his shirt with one hand over his head, tossing it to the side as he went back down.
“I’m going to make you mine” He said, his tongue darting out to lick along her clit, and she gasped, he head falling back in pleasure. He loved the taste as he kept going in circles, over and under and back again, he looked up at her to watch as she moaned and sighed. She reached to grab his hair again, and he felt his pants tighten to the max as he groaned into her pussy, her hands did something supernatural to him when they gripped his hair like that. He never wanted to miss that feeling ever again.
He groaned again, digging his tongue deeper, and he felt her start to shake. He kept his eyes locked into hers as she came, her orgasm rolling over her whole body, her other hand gripping the blanket tightly. He gently coaxed her down, slowing his tongue movements as she calmed, and finally let out a sigh of relief at her pleasure.
“Fuck Michael, I didn’t expect that to be so good” she said, sitting up as he sat back on his heels. She pointedly looked down at his crotch, and he didn’t need to glance down to know that his cock was raging outwards in his pants very obviously.
“Your turn” she said, coming over to run her hands across his chest, and down to his pants. He hitched a breath when she got to his crotch, her hand running over his manhood and out of habit he grabbed her hand, stopping her.
“You okay?” She asked, and he blinked.
“Sorry, yea. Just uh… Haven’t been touched by a woman before, I uh… Never got a chance to experience anything, I only know how to do that” he gestured to her vaguely, “from some videos. Never done it myself, honestly.” He admitted, feeling insecure again, which still felt like a foreign emotion to him.
“Well… Luckily, I have. I can go slow, make it worth your while” she said, her hand still gently rubbing him.
“Anything with you is worth everything, Ally.” He huffed out, and she helped him lean back, pulling his pants off and he was left lying there in nothing but his underwear, his bulging cock left proudly on display for her.
“Damn Michael. You’re kinda big” she said, and he didn’t really know what that meant but it sounded like it was a good thing to her, and he would be happy with that.
He let out a breath as she put her mouth to him, the fabric straining against him, her hot breath causing him to twitch as he could barely contain himself. She pulled his boxers away, and took him in her hand, gently stroking as she darted her tongue out along his shaft, then up over the tip.
“Oh fuck, Ally” he whispered, trying his best to not finish so soon, he wanted to enjoy this new feeling as long as he could. She pumped him lightly, his abs flexing as she ran a hand up and down his stomach, feeling every curve of him, and then she went for it. Her mouth fully engulfing his cock as she sucked him off. His cock wet and hot inside her mouth, twitching against her tongue as she went up and down, her other hand stroking him with her.
He let out a visceral groan, his hands flying to her head to keep her in place, and within seconds he shouted a loud “Fuck Ally!” as his hips buckled up and down, fucking her face as his orgasm hit, waves and waves of pleasure released through his body, and Ally felt his seed spill hotly into her mouth, filling her with a pleasure as he orgasmed. She swallowed as she gently pulled off of him, watching him curiously as he lay there, too stunned to speak or move.
“I think you killed me” he said, a short laugh coming out, and she peered up at him, smiling.
“You know… I really love hearing you laugh” she said, and he gave her one more smile, before pulling her down to kiss her fully and thoroughly. He didn’t care that she tasted like him, he wanted to make sure she knew that she was his, and that this would be a start to a very long, and very interesting road as they developed whatever this relationship they had, was.
She collapsed into his side as they rested from their adventure, Michael’s thought’s empty as he was drained from all these new feelings he was experiencing.
“Michael?” Allyson asked, her head poking up to look at him.
“Yeah?”
“Earlier, you said you liked me. Did you mean that you, like… I don’t know. ‘Liked’ liked me?”
He looked at her, unsure of what she was asking. “Well… yes. I’d said I like you. I like you alot more after everything tonight, if that’s what you mean.”
She laid her head down on his chest, “Oh, I see. I just wondered if you felt anything, you know, with your struggle with emotions and all.” She said, and Michael wondered if she meant love. He had seen a film where a guy had said to a girl ‘I love you’ but she rejected it and said it was too early for that. He knew that was considered awkward. Was it too early to say he loved Allyson? He knew he did, but he also knew that he had been shoving that deep down with everything else he felt. He didn’t know what to feel, or think, or do… This was all just so new to him, and he felt clueless. What he did know, was that he didn’t want to hurt Ally, in any way, so he settled for telling her that he liked her, again, and that he wanted to see what happened if they continued the same way they did tonight.
She nodded, and he felt that he made a satisfactory answer. She didn’t say anything else as they both drifted off to sleep, their bodies content to be against each other as if it balanced everything out. And it some ways, it did.