Y/n's POV:

Whether it was true or not didn't matter to me anymore. Even the pain in my ankle was gone.
Michael continued to hold and kiss me as he had never done before...as if he were another person.

His lips were hard and dry, but later they became moist and soft. I had never kissed anyone before and never thought I would do it that way. And that I would do it with a killer.

I felt his large, calloused hands move across the skin under my clothes. I couldn't hold back my voice and his dark eyes stared at me as intensely as they did when he wore the mask. I was afraid of annoying him, until I saw him crack a smile in the shadows. The first one I was able to see.

I stroked his cheek and moved some dark curls from his forehead, to get a better look at his face and wondered how could a handsome guy like him become like this...

There, Michael tilted his head towards my hand as if he didn't want to lose its touch. I didn't know why but he looked almost like a puppy, until I set my eyes on his massive body again. That chest looked really big under his black T-shirt and instinctively I reached out for it.

His face remained expressionless when I massaged him and wondered if that was a good idea.

《Y-you can touch me too, if you want...》  I said with slight embarrassment and hoped he understood.

But Michael was certainly not expecting my consent and so he put his hands on me right after I finished speaking.
Then, he squeezed my breasts too hard even though I begged him to be gentle, while he stared at my every reaction...as I thought, without his mask it was even more embarrassing.

His breaths touched my face and neck and his panting deepened; at that point, I wrapped my arms around him and pushed him towards me, both of us falling on the barren ground of that place that I no longer remembered what it was.

I knew what he wanted to do and I could feel him clearly hard against my right leg.
I couldn't escape and didn't have the strength to resist him, but I feared it would be as painful as the previous times.

It was useless to ask him to be kind, he probably didn't even know what that meant.
I was terribly agitated and grabbed the tight fabric of his T-shirt, at the height of his shoulders, and he did the same around my waist.

We looked at each other as if one were looking into the other...

He wanted me. And I wanted him.

- - -

Consciousness left your bodies and both of you let yourselves be overwhelmed by a primal and violent desire; Michael tore off your clothes and used his teeth to mark your clean body, before returning to your rosy lips; to him, you were the most precious and purest thing he had ever encountered, despite hurting and corrupting you so many times.

His lust grew when he saw the trembling of your legs. Suddenly, you opened your eyes wide when you felt his face between them.

《No, what are you–》

But you stopped when you felt it suck on your intimate lips. He had never done this before and he was quite rude in that, as if he was really devouring you.
Meanwhile, his hair tickled you and the fingers left their mark on your thighs.

The noises he made embarrassed you to death and you screamed when he stuck his tongue inside you; however, the pain was suddenly gone and in its place you had a pleasant sensation.

You grabbed his head and couldn't help but wrinkle the hair as you wanted more. In a moment of lucidity, you wondered what his expression was.
You asked him to raise his head.

To your surprise, his face was unexpectedly red, but incredibly erotic with that fluid of yours on his lips.
The man's black pupils looked at you deeply as he licked his upper lip.

《I. Want. You.》

Of course, you didn't forget his voice, which intoxicated your mind immediately. How could you say no at that moment?

But before that, you saw him taking off his clothes; firstly, you admired his big and perfect chest and then his abdomen, as he let the blue suit slip entirely after wearing it for so long.

You were enchanted and frightened from his greatness.
You noticed some scars on the arms and on the stomach, signs of those who had tried to fight for their lives but without success.
But the scar that impressed you the most was the one on the left side of his neck; unlike the others, it was much smaller, as if something long and pointed had hit it.

Michael paid no attention to that and went back to teasing you, without revealing the name of the only one he hadn't been able to kill. Laurie Strode.

Despite his obsession when he met her in Haddonfield, he never thought he could be sexually attracted like he was with you.

That woman no longer mattered and, if he could, he would have killed her more than willingly, but not now, not when you were lying under him.
With arrogance, he pulled you towards him letting only your closeness excite him.

He positioned himself between your legs. He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to put it inside you right away, but something stopped him from making the same mistake again.
Then, his face was inches from yours. He was silent and that puzzled you.

You couldn't believe he was asking for your permission and your heart was pounding at the idea that divine-looking young man was a brutal murderer and psychopath.

But at this point, who was he really?

- - -

His manly tip was about to penetrate you, even though you said nothing.
Anyway, that feeling was unbearable for you too and so you stretched your arms out to him.

《I-I want you too Michael, please go on...!》

It was madness, but you wanted him more than anything else and when he thrusted inside you didn't feel any pain.
His rhythms accelerated like your moans and when you called his name he couldn't help but go faster.

Michael licked your tears, kissed your neck and bit your chest. That insane sequence only brought you closer to climax.

You didn't resist. It was time for you to let it all go, including those words hammering in your head.

《M-Michael...》  Your mouth whispered shakily  《I love you...》

But he continued as if he hadn't heard anything, so you repeated it over and over and over, until he finally figured it out.

When you no longer had the strength to speak, you held him tightly to you. Your bodies were hot and sweaty and you scratched his back repeatedly to keep from slipping away.

You didn't wonder when it would end, but you sighed with relief when he suddenly stopped.
There was a couple of seconds of silence before he opened his mouth to speak...

《...》

You thought you hadn't heard right and so you asked him to repeat it.

The answer was the same.

《...I. Love. You.》

Those words came out as if he had just read them from a dictionary. Well, they were words he had never heard before and never said...

You clung to him and you never left him. Michael returned the kiss you offered and felt like he was reborn; his skin had taken on a more vivid color and so was his face. You heard him panting as he gently violated your body with desire and passion...you should have stopped him, but you couldn't, not when he made you feel so good.

It was as if he had forgotten who he had been, so much so that he didn't even remember where had thrown the mask.

But what if someone saw you? If Ace and Nea were still there, what would they think if they saw you with the killer? Fortunately, no one showed up and you and that guy with dark brown curls reached the height of pleasure together; Michael buried his face in your chest as you let your head fall back abandoning all thoughts.

That was the first time you felt so good after doing it with him. Now you were really convinced of one thing...he wasn't the Shape, or a psycho killer as he had always been called, but Michael Myers, a young man with a dark past who was left alone, with his inner demons devouring his human soul...but now that he had found you, he would never leave you again.

You two were still embraced and connected; a strong heat flowed through you, but at that moment you ignored what it was. Now, you only cared about the man who was lying next to you and holding you close to him.

But soon, something would have forced you to separate. Suddenly, the earth began to shake and crack beside you two. The Collapse was close and if  you hadn't escaped in time, the Entity would have come to kill you itself.

《I'm not leaving you here.》  You said to Michael, who came back with his usual expression. Without getting dressed, he got up and took you in his arms, preventing you from doing it too.

You tried to stop him, you didn't understand what he was doing until you saw him leading you to an open exit gate.

Completely naked, he stepped inside until he stopped where he couldn't go any further. You were still locked in his arms and the grip was so strong that you couldn't free yourself.

《Michael, why did you bring me here...》

You wanted to hear his voice, you wanted to know what he thought now that he was no longer hidden behind any mask and was completely exposed in front of you.

《Get out.》

His voice came out more hoarse than expected, but you were forced to understand his words. He wanted to let you escape.
But that meant starting all over again and living that senseless sick game...what hopes were there that you could love each other, anyway?

There was nothing could last forever in that place and as long as you were useful to the entity you could never have a normal relationship. After all, you were a survivor and he was a killer.

Although he didn't want to, Michael had to let you go. Before he could do that, you wrapped your arms around him.

《I already left you behind, I won't do it again! I'll stay here, as long as I can, with you.》

Now that you had real feelings for him, you couldn't let him go as if nothing had happened and tears began to fall from your eyes, until they went down onto his shoulder.
That was your last intimate hug and, before you could disappear, you kissed him and stroked his beautiful face again.

- - -

Y/n's POV:

I felt myself sinking into darkness. It seemed the end never came.

I felt very cold after I had felt so much warmth. Now, my body was tensing up and it was the first time this happened.

I was sure I was dying.

But that wasn't and I would meet my teammates soon...did they already know everything? With what eyes would they look at me from now on?

I fell back in front of the fire wearing my previous clothes.
I looked around and immediately noticed Jake was standing behind me.

《You're back, Y/n.》  He said when I met a look that left me perplexed, until I saw his smile.

He helped me against the Deathslinger, and maybe even against Michael, but I didn't remember that.
Meanwhile, Jake sat down next to me. There was no one else but him.

I'm usually quiet when I'm with him, but this time I was thoughtful and it was obvious why. How would he react if he knew the truth?

I was afraid of hurting him, because I knew how he felt about me; he was a reliable and brave guy, the only one I really cared about...however, my heart wasn't beating for him.

Now, Jake was looking at me with a calm expression and this made me even more uncomfortable.

《I feel there's something you would like to tell me, Y/n...》  He said looking at the dark sky above us and his black, almond-shaped eyes shone in front of the firelight...they were so different from Michael's.

On the contrary, I was looking at the gravel under our shoes.

《I was just thinking I'm really a burden to you and others, as you always have to save me...》  I answered with an ironic tone, as I always did, but I didn't hope to be able to fool him for long. It wasn't fair anyway.

《That's not true, I couldn't stop him from taking you away from me...and that makes me feel worse.》

This time, Jake also lowered his head and gave a little kick to the gravel in front of him.

《Jake, you don't have to worry about me that much. Contrary to what you think, he didn't do anything to me that I couldn't refuse.》

Finally, I looked him in the eye and Jake didn't seem to understand. I took a deep breath.

《I...I have feelings for–》  But suddenly, I was interrupted by something unexpected. Jake leaned towards me and hugged me tightly. He didn't say a word.

《J-Jake, wait..》  I was confused and embarrassed. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all.

《Stop Y/n, you don't have to tell me anything.》  Even if he said so, it wasn't good for me. Plus, I felt his heart beating so fast like mine.

《No, you can't understand how hard it is for me to say, but I have to do it.》  I added in a pained tone  《And you're the only one I can say such a thing to.》

It was time to say it.

- - -

Jake held his breath as you prepared to say those words, the words he wanted to hear from you and just for him.

《...》

There was silence and only your breaths were easy to hear; meanwhile, you wanted to free yourself from him but Jake held you in his arms...if it was going to be the last, he wanted it to be as long as possible.

You wanted to cry, but you couldn't or it would have been useless and painful for both of you. You could feel the smell of Jake and were sure you would never smell it again.

He was the first to speak.

《I already knew that, even though I didn't expect it to be true...are you really, I mean...》  He asked you with genuine concern and that made you feel even more guilty.

《I suffered a lot, but that happened because of the entity...I don't think I've ever been a prey to kill and  this is because he always let me escape. I'm the only one who can save him, that's why I can't leave him...》

Jake listened to everything you had to say and often thought what you were doing was madness; but when you talked about Michael Myers, the real name of the killer, he saw that he was really important to you.

《But what makes you think he won't hurt you anymore?》  He couldn't help but be perplexed. Jake was still worried about you even though you rejected him.

You smiled looking into his eyes. Unfortunately for him, he understood what that meant and something broke inside him.

《But...》  There, your smile faded  《But I know perfectly well none of this is possible, not in this place.》

For Jake it was a relief, but he didn't want to see you in that sad state and stayed with you all the time; you just told him you couldn't reciprocate his feelings, but also that the ones you had for Michael couldn't survive in there.
You confided in Jake but it didn't help and the void you tried to fill became bigger and bigger over time. Until it crushed you completely.

In fact, nothing changed from that moment on, but Jake and the rest of the survivor group had noticed that you were slowly moving away from them.
Surviving or dying wasn't so important to you anymore, especially when Michael wasn't on the other side. It was strange to believe, but it seemed the same Entity was keeping you two apart.

You were been stabbed, intoxicated, trapped, hit by an ax, even your heart was been ripped from your chest...but nothing seemed more painful to you now.
And anyway, there was something wrong. You were dizzy and felt pains all over, even though you didn't have a fever, and this happened especially when you were in the campsite.

You thought it was the stress and confusion inside your head...until you suddenly passed out in front of everyone else.

- - -

Quentin's POV:

We were all, or almost all, stopped in front of the fire. As for me, I was watching it absently as it was one of the few things that could keep me busy, other than when I was in a trial.

But definitely what happened shortly after made me lift my head; the first to move were Claudette and Jake when I saw Y/n lying on the ground, unconscious.

《W-what does she have now??》  Dwight stood up as I did and walked over concerned, but that didn't improve the situation.

《You have to let it breathe, get away!》

I raised my voice and the others turned to look at me in a surprised way. Well, it wasn't something I did often and I was amazed too...

Fortunately, I wasn't the only one who thought so; Jake stepped back a little while Claudette repeated that to the others, until she stopped to look at me.

《I brought back a medical kit from the last trial...Quentin, can you bring it here please?》  She said in a very composed way. It wasn't supposed to be her first time and I did as she asked. Anyway, I stayed to help her wake Y/n.

She was sweating a lot. It was the first time I had seen it since I was in the realm of the entity and was really strange; Jake had stood in front of me and was looking at her with a pained expression. In a way, he was like her guardian and it was right that he stayed close to her.
While Claudette used a sterile white cloth to wipe her forehead, I was preparing a syringe to keep her conscious and awake...I didn't like seeing people like that, especially after I had to fight Freddy Krueger to get out alive so many times.

《We'll have to undress her. In this way, the body temperature will drop gradually.》  Claudette suggested, but when started she stopped abruptly.

《What happens?》  Jake asked looking anxiously at the botanist girl. Neither of us was an expert, but when I looked I knew what she meant.

Y/n was pregnant.

Not only Claudette, but I was shocked too. It had never happened before and I instinctively looked at Jake. He was her best friend and maybe he knew something that we were missing.
But Jake was also speechless.

《It was him.》  He said as if he was trying to contain a distressing anger, while me and Claudette looked at each other suspiciously.

《Who him?》  I asked with some curiosity, but that just made him look ugly. He seemed horrified by the words he would soon say.

《...》

《Michael Myers.》

A scream of terror behind me made me jump. What the hell was going on, I thought, when I saw Laurie's flickering figure covering her mouth with the hands.

《T-that's not possible!》  Claudette tried in every way to calm her down while I thought about Y/n, who was breathing regularly.

《...I think this game is going too far.》  I said to myself. Then, I uncovered her thin arm and threaded with the syringe.

- - -

Y/n's POV:

I remembered opening my eyes with some tiredness. I must had closed them to sleep, I thought, but then I saw a boy next to me who I recognized as Quentin.

He noticed I woke up just when he looked from the med kit to me.

《How do you feel Y/n?》  He asked me with a more exhausted expression than usual  《The injection made you sleep soundly and painlessly, apparently...》

Something troubled him and it was clear from his voice, but I let it go. Moreover, I no longer felt the pain I had earlier and certainly had to thank him for this.

《Y/n, did you know you were pregnant?》  He said suddenly giving me other palpitations.

My hands ran over my belly; I didn't notice anything, but there was something in me and I could feel it clearly.

《No, I didn't know.》  After all, what else could I answer?

Quentin asked no more and simply checked the band he had wrapped around my arm. Sure, anything was possible here, but not that I could get pregnant...that wasn't the purpose of this place.

Suddenly, some tears rolled down my cheeks and I tried to wipe them away. All of this was happening because of me.

《What will happen from now on...》  I said in a low voice and covering my face with the other forearm.

I could feel Quentin's gaze on me; I didn't have so much confidence with him and being seen in that state made me feel worse.
But what I didn't know was that he was the last one in there who wanted to judge me.

《We'll see. However, you're not alone and, if all this is true, you have nothing to fear about...》

His smile infected me and I did the same. Of course, thinking about that was madness, how could I think of becoming a mother in a world that didn't belong to me? What was I supposed to do, raise my baby like nothing happened??

What about the father...Michael couldn't be near me, except against me, and he might not care about the baby.
But maybe, he wouldn't even be born and would the Entity kill him? Too many thoughts were confusing my head and that gave me a severe headache.

I would have slept as much as possible if I could decide where to wake up next...I called my parents, especially my mother and wished so much that she was next to me.

《Mom...》  I said out loud and crying again. The caress I felt on the forehead was the only thing that reassured me, although I was aware it wasn't her who did it.

And then I thought about him again. As always, I wasn't getting the right one.

I felt the need to sleep again, and dreaming about a better life than this, before waking up again in that wicked and endless nightmare.