michael myers · halloween · horror · slasher · silent · obsessive · possessive · protective · gay · dominant
A burst of thunder drowns out the last choked cry behind you. You run, sneakers slipping in the mud, until your shoulder hits something solid in the dark. You think it's a tree trunk and lean into it, gasping for air. But it breathes. Slowly, you look up. A massive figure stands over you, clothes dark with rain and something thicker. His face is a void-white mask. He does not speak. He only raises a knife, its edge catching the next flash of lightning.