⚠️ Warning:
Strong language, violence and rape in the chapter. Read at your own discretion.

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Three hours earlier, in the Andersons' house:

You had lost count of the time you had been in that basement, the seconds had suddenly turned into hours and oxygen seemed to be lacking in that suffocating darkness. David was groaning on the floor in pain as your heartbeat continued to accelerate, the idea there was someone had slowly taken shape and at any moment, it could attack you.

You knocked so hard you could break the door. But before that happened, it was slowly opened, letting you see the light inside the house along with a familiar face.

«Y/n? What are you doing here–»

«Open this damn door!!» You screamed, pushing the door in front of the wide-eyed landlady, Sarah Anderson. She was expecting David's visit, but certainly not yours «What kind of joke is this, locking us down there?!»

«Woah, calm down! Who's this crazy?» There, another boy appeared and you raised an irritated eyebrow, maybe they didn't understand what they had done and you pointed your finger at the basement, your expression anything but calm.

«Crazy or not, David is over there with a head wound, thanks to your fucking prank.» Without further explanation, the boy went down to check on him, as Sarah looked at you worriedly, it wasn't his intention to hurt David and went to get the medical kit from the kitchen.

«Heyy what's going on here? Who are you?» Another girl appeared from the living room, looking at both you and her friend; she was dressed as if had just come back from a strip club, which was certainly not the look you expected on Halloween.

«She is Mrs. Thompson's granddaughter. You know, the mother of...» But she didn't continue, not in your presence and her friend nodded without hearing the next words, avoiding your gaze «Now that you're here Y/n, why don't you join the party?»

Of course, you weren't interested in celebrating Halloween night with them, but when you saw the open bottles of beer on the kitchen table, you knew there had to be someone sober to think about David; you didn't know whether to ask him how he was or if he had seen anyone down there, in any case you disinfected the wound on his left temple, luckily the cut wasn't serious, but definitely he had to go to the emergency room for a check-up.

«I'm glad you're here.» He told you, though he was a big boy, he had this soft side and you liked it «I don't know what happened, but I'm sure something hit me from behind...did you see anything?»

You shook your head, it was too dark to see but he was right, you had the feeling you weren't alone but maybe it was just these stupid guys playing the prank.

«Better this way, after all.»

«Who the hell closed the windows now, it's so fucking hot in here!» Suddenly, you heard the other girl say loudly as she tried to open one in the living room «Damn Matthew, stop being such a—aaaaaaah!»

You and David jumped out of your seats at the scream, but your worry died when you saw the boy with his hands up and a werewolf mask on his face.

«Y-you're a fucking moron, I could have died of fear!» At that discovery, the girl threw a sofa cushion at him, who kept laughing all the while.

«Relax Eliza! You laughed before when we locked them down there, why so nervous now?» Matthew justified himself by taking off his mask and realized that Sarah hadn't laughed either, what had happened to David had shaken her a bit. You weren't in the mood for fun and picked up the phone after hearing a ring, your mother was calling you but strangely, the signal disappeared.

You thought it was a temporary disconnect, until the lights in the house went out, leaving you again in total darkness.

«And now what the fuck's happening?! Don't tell me this is another of your genius ideas, Matthew...»

«I-I didn't do anything now! Must be a power failure.» The boy replied with a concerned tone and Sarah huffed, now with the flashlight in her hand; someone had to restore power in the basement and when you heard David move, you promptly stopped him by the arm.

«Don't go, you haven't fully recovered yet.» David stared at you, you were right his head still hurt and there, Sarah moved, she would go down this time and told everyone to wait for the light to return; in that darkness, you felt a familiar sensation, something told you it wasn't just an electrical fault and there, you pointed the flashlight at Eliza, she was holding the basement door open.

«You said the windows were closed, what about the back door in the kitchen...did you leave it open?»

«Why you're asking this now, do you want revenge for scaring you earlier?!» Her response was hysterical and unable to see the problem, something was wrong and you seemed to be the only one who understood that «And next time do some technical checks before inviting people to your house, Sarah!»

«It should be back soon, just a fucking second!» Sarah yelled at her friend, even in a situation like this they couldn't stay focused and you sighed heavily, if it weren't for David's head, you would have already gone back to your grandmother's house by now...anyway, you thought you heard a strangled gasp and looked up at David, making sure you weren't the only one, but he was just as serious as you were.

Maybe it was just your paranoia after arriving in that damn city...maybe it was this heavy breathing you could feel every time behind you.

«Why I still think about that...I don't like it.»

Finally, when the house lit up again, nothing seemed to have changed around. Eliza seemed paler, but maybe it was just the effect of the light, until you suddenly heard her sobbing.

«O-oh my...M-Matthew...» She stepped back with fear on her face and you didn't understand what was happening. Someone was in front of her, coming from the kitchen that you couldn't see.

«No...don't come closer!!»

David put an arm out to hold you behind him, you wanted to know who was terrorizing the girl so much and your eyes widened at the sight of a tall, imposing figure, a two-meter tall man wearing what looked like a long, black coat. He hadn't noticed the presence of you two, as he was advancing threateningly towards Eliza with silent steps and with a snap, he grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground, staring without making a sound.

«L-let her go!» Sarah tried to get his attention, but found it useless and as her friend prayed for help, the stranger slammed her against the wall so many times that you could see blood splattering on it and on him.

Nothing was a joke anymore. Eliza was dead and when the stranger turned around, you saw a white mask covering his face. You hadn't the sensation, but the certainty of having seen him that afternoon, as he had done so since the first day you were there.

It was him. The one everyone was talking about...the Butcher of Haddonfield.

• ● •

You thought it was just an urban legend, used to scare tourists. But that was anything but fantasy, he was absolutely real and was there, staring at his victim lying on the carpeted floor...he had this kitchen knife in his hand, large and sharp, already adorned with the blood of his victims.

Then, his invisible gaze focused on Sarah as she ran to the front door, trying in vain to unlock it with the key; something was stopping it on the other side and when she finally realized it, she joined you and David in the dining room to close the glass doors.

«M-my dad has a gun in the bedroom, I have to go get it!» She said with a shaking voice and tears over her misbehaved Halloween makeup, the last thing she expected was to see her best friends dead because of a psychopath «Y-you're seeing it too, right? It's happening exactly like twenty-five years ago! And now he wants us all dead...»

She was having a panic attack and so, you helped her to insert the little hooks to close the doors, until a knock pushed you aside, those wouldn't hold up for very long and the first thing David did was grab your shoulder to let you look in his direction.

«Go upstairs, there's a balcony with climbing plants, into the room overlooking the street...you can get off from there.» His calm tone was almost frightening to hear and Sarah had already anticipated you, stumbling a few times on the steps due to the rush.

Suddenly, the glass shattered into a thousand pieces and you managed to see the menacing shape through it, for some reason he had stopped to spy on you silently; David hadn't moved either and there, you pulled him roughly by the arm.

«What the hell are you doing, run!» But he didn't move and to your surprise, he pushed you away, freeing himself from your grip. Someone had to slow him down, so that you would alert the police and though David was tall and robust, you feared the stranger was stronger, the way he had killed Eliza had been brutal and surely he wouldn't spare himself against a man.

You couldn't let him die too.

«Just go!!» David shouted before the doors were destroyed. You had no choice and started to climb the stairs, turning around to see the man stopped in front of him...a shiver ran down your spine, maybe you were wrong, but it was as if he was looking in your direction and you went faster, looking for Sarah. You hoped she had found the gun, at least the bullets would be able to stop the psychopath, you thought sure of that.

«Where did she go now?!» You opened every single door you came across but strangely, there was no sign of the girl and even when you tried to call her, she didn't answer; you had doubts she left when the cold air coming in from a bedroom and there, you saw an open window led to the balcony.

But you didn't move towards it, instead you moved closer to the side of the bed, when glimpsed a small crouching figure in the shadows.

«Sarah...what are you doing there?» You said in a clear voice to make yourself heard, however the groans of pain downstairs were louder, David was facing the killer alone and you had to do something to help him «Did you find the gun? We have to try—»

But you stopped to speak when saw the gun in her hands, her grip was shaky and when you thought of laying a palm on her, Sarah avoided your touch with wide eyes, as if she were looking at a terrible ghost.

«H-he's coming to get us, he's going to kill me!» She was like crazy and it was understandable, but you couldn't do this alone and put your hand over her mouth to silence her loud voice. The house was too quiet and you wanted to check if David was okay, but a grip on your jacket prevented you.

«S-stay with me, don't go away! The others are all dead now...» Hearing those words made your breathing quicken, as much as you tried to stay calm, it was hard to stay there, waiting for the imminent. Maybe if you had taken the gun, you and Sarah would have had a better chance of survival.

«Listen to me carefully, now you go straight to the balcony...I'll go take a look downstairs, David might still be alive and that's why I need that. Please Sarah.»

You whispered, as you stared at her and in a second, her expression changed, gripping the gun tighter as her eyes became more and more lucid, until tears ran down her cheeks; her half-open mouth made no sound and neither did your heartbeat, when her attention had suddenly shifted well above your head...you saw nothing when turned around, it was all so fast that you didn't have time to react, when your body were thrown against the wall with unheard speed. The thud of your fall along with some furniture was subsequently accompanied by Sarah's screams, now face to face with death itself.

«Aaaaah nooo let me go, I don't want to die!!»

The girl pleaded for her life, pointing the gun at her attacker until a shot came out. Sarah backed away slowly, without losing sight of the masked man who continued to stare from the other side of his fake face...he hadn't noticed you standing up again in the meantime and without making any noise, you attacked him from behind, using the spray you had in your pocket directly inside his black eye sockets.

«Take this, you fucking bastard!»

You cursed before walking away, now the killer had lowered his head silently enduring the burning and without waiting for him to recover, you grabbed Sarah's arm to drag her with you towards the window, but for some strange reason, she didn't move an inch.

«I-I can't move, it hurts too much...»

You didn't understand what she was referring until you saw a dark stain spreading across her shirt, the bullet had hit her stomach and now, she was starting to lose blood. You didn't have time to stop the bleeding, but you could get her to safety, or that was your intention before a large hand grabbed you by the collar. The spray didn't help this time, as a fierce punch knocked you out instantly, making you lose your balance.

«Y-Y/n!» Sarah called you but in a low voice that you couldn't hear, you were struggling to breathe and blood was dripping from your nose.

«*Cough*...run, Sarah *cough*!»

You were at the feet of the man who immediately placed his gloved hands around your neck, squeezing more and more. You kicked out with your legs and grabbed him to loosen his grip, but he was too strong for you and with eyes full of terror, you saw your life fade away in that white and expressionless mask, before losing consciousness completely. You wanted to see your mother to make peace with her, certainly if you hadn't left home all this wouldn't have happened to you.

«...I love you, mom.»

Sarah stood there, watching the psychopath from the sidelines and didn't say a word as he took you into his arms. She was getting weaker and aware that couldn't climb over the balcony with that wound, so she decided to crawl and call for help while she was hidden.

From the corridor, she noticed a figure lying on the stairs and recognized David's lifeless body, full of stabs all over his chest. The nearest room was the bathroom and Sarah took refuge there, sitting on the floor in pain when she heard a voice coming from the parents' bedroom and which turned out to be yours...you were still alive, but the noises she heard later weren't at all reassuring and at the sound of those moans, the girl preferred to die, so as not to hear that hell anymore.

• ● •

There was no doubt about it, he thought. Sure, he had stalked her many times since she was there, but he was really sure of it when met her gaze on that night.

She was like her. Maybe even prettier, but that girl definitely had Emily's temper when he first met her. Twenty-five years had passed since then and after the prison escape, Michael Myers had finally returned home...and he didn't expect such a surprise.

He had started spying on Emily's family and in particular on her daughter, she seemed to realize that someone was watching her. Unlike his victims, she was very attentive and this intrigued him, it wouldn't have made the game easy to win...however, when he thought of attacking her alone in the house, seeing her with only the towel had triggered something that he hadn't thought to awaken, after all he wasn't like all the other men, but this prevented him from killing her as he would have liked to do. Instead, he became obsessed with her and realized death wasn't what he wanted to give her.

So, he waited for Halloween night. Unexpectedly, she had left Mrs. Thompson's house and headed to the Andersons', together with another boy; everyone did the same thing, Michael thought, those guys were so stupid to forget the back door open and that's how he broke into the house...he waited for the right time to kill them one by one and when he met her, his veins pulsed in every part of his body - even the unexpected ones, in front of that wonderful vision.

He couldn't wait to have you all to himself. But he didn't expect you to resist and when you attacked him by surprise, Michael had to control his strength to not kill you, just enough to make you lose your senses and he picked you up, the touch was another flame that lit up inside him.

He left the dying girl alone and took you to another room, where there was another bed and threw you on top. The man checked your pulse, you were just passed out and there, Michael stared at you standing, waiting for you to wake up. He started to take off his gloves and then dropped his coat to the floor, showing a mechanic's overalls underneath and a white mask, with short, slightly slicked-back, fake black hair.

Just because it was devoid of human expression, it didn't mean there wasn't emotion behind and there, an uncontrollable desire to throw himself on you. He placed a palm on the blanket and leaned toward you, until was close enough to touch your swollen, sleepy face...you took a long, gasping breath before coughing forcefully on one side, your lungs were working again and your head was still a little dizzy, but you realized you were no longer on the floor.

You just remained silent, when saw the cause of all your suffering just inches away from you and of course, the first thing you thought was to jump out of bed. Having foreseen this move on your part, Michael grabbed your ankles and put you back in your place, completely lying down and to prevent you from resisting, he locked your wrists inside his palm without saying a word.

«You fucking disgusting!» You spat against his mask, but the man didn't move a bit, keeping to study the hatred coming out of your mouth. It was understandable, you had seen him kill those guys in cold blood and now it was unnerving to see him do nothing but keep you there, trapped inside his gaze and grip.

«Let's finish this...just kill me.»

This girl was different from the others, Michael thought, she wasn't as intimidated by him as the other victims, who had begged for mercy to save their life; maybe, you weren't afraid of dying and this made his blood boil frantically, so much so he raised his large knife in the air, the tip pointing in your direction. You narrowed your eyes, preparing for the worst, however the blade didn't fall to your heart as you thought, but above your head, precisely the tip passed through the center of your palms, pinning you to the mattress like a poor butterfly against a wall.

Except that, you were alive and fully conscious and at the sudden contact with the blade, you let out a scream that you had never done before. Blood was dripping from your hands and onto the sheet, definitely he would torture you until the extreme pain killed you, most likely he wanted to get revenge for attacking him with the spray...but Michael had other plans and with his free hands, he grabbed your pants to give them a sudden tug at the buttons, at the height of your groin.

You didn't understand why he was doing this and when your skin came into contact with the cold air of the room, you tightened your thighs to cover yourself. The white mask stared at you uncomfortably, you had the impression he didn't want to kill you yet, but the way his fingers grazed your skin gave you a terrible feeling.

«D-don't...!» You warned, trying to move away from his touch when he suddenly grabbed your legs to spread them apart. You were speechless, but no more confused about his intentions and started to fuss to stop him from continuing, despite the knife stuck in your hands; seeing you react like this, Michael's muscles tensed and grabbed your neck again, as he pressed himself against your smaller body.

Your eyes widened when you felt his hardness against your panties, your legs were trapped around his waist and it was useless to kick him away, rather your movements incited him and so, the killer also took off your underwear, leaving you completely naked in the lower area.

"D-don't do this please, stop!" These were the words Michael was waiting for, that you prayed him to stop. But despite your fear, your teeth were clenched and beyond that barrier of tears, there was a look he read like anger and defiance. The more he looked at that expression, the more he wanted to see and in that deafening silence, you could hear his deep breath on your fair skin.

«Go to the hell, you son of a bitch!» You didn't stop railing against him, as it was your only weapon left. The killer accepted the challenge and without warning, he pulled the handle of the knife sharply and because of that, you screamed in pain again, bringing your bloody, pierced hands to your chest.

Why didn't he just kill you? That question couldn't be answered and there was no point in waiting for him to speak, since he had been in the house, he hadn't said a word and that made him even more frightening...maybe, he really was the Devil himself and now was clearly playing with his prey, before killing it in the most painful way possible.

He wanted to make you pay dearly for leaving you for last.

Michael grabbed your shoulders and flipped you over onto your stomach, every attempt to free yourself was punished with a cut on your bare skin. For a moment, you hoped he would make a mistake and the blade penetrated your flesh, instead something else burst in uninvited...there, you gasped at the sudden fingers penetrated your tight and dry intimacy without any kindness, moving in a crude and inexperienced manner.

He had never done this before. But knew very well what it was for, because he felt a violent push from inside the suit and with his free hand, he pulled down all the zipper. His penis was erect and when he saw his own fingers wet from your inner walls, a strange flow called his attention to that area, which he had considered useless until then.

«S-stop it, don't fucking touch me!» You had the strength to turn around and grab his sleeve, you couldn't let him have his way with you, but because of that, he slapped you in the face that your eyes rolled due to the violent impact.

«I-I won't let you do whatever you want...»

You had the courage to reply in that state, but the man didn't listen to you and once he took his position, he slid his member inside your entrance. It was hard and big, too much for your first time and you let out a low cry, as you hid your face in your hands...this wasn't good enough, Michael thought, he wanted to know your expression and grabbed your wrists to push them away from your face, which was disfigured by the punches and tears.

Your eyes were narrowed just as you were between your legs, a hallucinating pain was piercing you, as he thrust deeper without any preparation. The white mask stared at you perpetually without making a grimace or sound, as you kept moaning painfully along with the mattress, which kept creaking under your weight; there, Michael saw your blood around him, every time he moved back and forth and with every moan of yours, his excitement increased along with the thrusts...he felt his erection becoming more persistent, never before he had felt like this and didn't allow himself to stop until he had achieved full satisfaction from that new type of violence.

Was this how it had to end, without a chance to fight? Surely, he would have killed you after satisfied himself and you would have been one of the many victims that would have appeared in the local paper the next morning. But he pressed his body against you, unexpectedly hot, as he released his seed inside, regardless of the possible consequences.

You felt helpless and tired from all the wasted breath, hoping to die instantly to not sink further into shame, but he stopped, taking deep breaths as he was watching you...the whole time he was raping you, he had worn the mask and in any case, you wouldn't have lived to know what he looked like.

You just hoped the pain would go away quickly. But instead of standing up, the man took the knife and with a clean cut, he opened your shirt and ran the tip along your chest, stopping just under your chin; if that was what you really wanted, you had to move your throat towards the weapon and all your suffering would vanish instantly.

«I-I will kill you...I swear I will fucking kill you!» You spoke amidst tears, sweating and not moving a muscle; the truth was, you couldn't kill yourself and he slammed deep inside you again, getting a satisfying moan from your mouth. He would have played with you some more, abusing your body and mind until his sick hunger would be extinguished.

Until you prayed for death to come and get you...

He lost count of how many times he had cummed, but only when he heard the Haddonfield police sirens in the distance, he finally decided to stop. Michael looked at your figure lying on the bed, completely broken both inside and out, before leaving the house.

Your friend died helping you...

Everyone was killed except you...

But you received the worst sentence of all.