New October

Here's chapter eight! I hope you all enjoyed my last chapter. It took me awhile to write it, but I made it through! Please, if anyone may have some suggestion, perhaps I'll take a look-see. I've been looking into Michael and Gwen's future and I see a whole bunch of different stuff. So if you've got a recommendation, I'm all ears. I so love Michael Myers. Oh, just so you all know, I vision Mikey as the 2007 remake Mikey. Tyler Mane is soooo dreamy and he is in my brain as I write. So that's just a visual for you all. Gwendolyn on the other hand, I don't really have a model for her but myself. I didn't really quite know how to describe her, so I just used myself. Sorry. Well, get to reading. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.

~Kadie

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Chapter Eight ~ The Still of the Night

"Michael?", Gwendolyn whispered, "Michael, is that you?"

Gwendolyn heard her teeth chatter against the cool breeze that hit her. Her breaths became rigid with fear and curiosity as Michael stood still. She looked closely at his statuesque frame and thought,

'This isn't him. What am I on? Some type of super juice or drug? I'm nuts.'

When he bowed his head close to hers, she backed up even more into the tree with more fear than ever. His rugged breathing confused her, like he was some pervert getting off on frightening her. She whimpered as he touched his forehead to hers. Michael's body shook with fear and he cursed himself for acting such a way. He thought,

'I can't be serious! Why!? What kind of freak does this to a long lost friend? Oh, that's right. YOU!...I missed her so much and now my head is on hers.' Before he knew it, his arms reached up and onto her shoulders.

"Please don't hurt me. Please?", she whispered. Words couldn't express how nervous he got when she asked this. His mind told him to just walk away. Walk away and leave his friend behind...again? "No", he thought, 'Not this time. God. How can she think I'd hurt her? Take off the mask, fool.' He felt his muscles tense and his grip tighten around her shoulders. Gwendolyn whimpered in pain as she was brought to tears. She noticed how massive him hands were compared to anyone's she had ever seen. Michael was indeed a big guy. She only came up to his chest and the tighter he gripped in his anxiety, she couldn't help but cry into it.

Michael soon released his grip when he came back to reality and calmed down. He heard her sigh with a painful relief into his chest. Realizing where her head was, she quickly backed up and looked into the emotionless mask that covered his worried face. Gwendolynrubbed her shoulders and wiped her eyes with a bit of embarrasment. Still close, they remained silent in each other's presence for what seemed like forever, staring at each other in wonder.

"You saved me last night," she said, now past her nerves and fear, "Thank you."

He just stood in a standstill, unaware of how to react to a 'thank you'. He body straightened out and he looked down at her short, thick frame that gazed back up at him. Michael nodded at her slowly.

"I-I-I'm very sorry I just hurt you. I didn't mean to," he said. She jumped at his voice which was soft and deep and gave him a slight smile is return and shook her head.

"Its quite alright." She whispered.

"No. I-I hurt you and I apoligize." he fought. She just nodded and shrugged her shoulders.

"Okay. Apology accepted. H-Hey, I'm a dancer. I've been though worse."

Michael turned his body and took a step. He thought, "I can't do this. I just have to leave. She'll wonder for awhile, but she'll get over it. I'll just be that infamous 'Creature of the Night'." As he took another step, he was stopped by her pleading voice.

"Please don't go. Please? You can't be an unknown hero because it will drive me crazy not knowing if it's really you under there, Michael! Please?", she begged as they looked st each other once again, "I know you aren't just a mask. Who are you?"

Michael's stillness startled her, but she took a long step toward him so that they were face to chest, so to speak. She raised her hands to his mask and she felt his vibrations. When he felt her fingertips go beneath the back of his mask, he quickly jerked away, but she didn't fight.

'She's actually doing this. She's a lot braver than when I knew her.'

Gwendolyn grasped his mask, gently but firmly.

"If you were going to kill me than you'd have done it by now." She whispered with tears in her eyes.

He stood and allowed her to continue. She pulled his mask halfway off when she paused and began to shake. He wondered why she stopped and made a slight movement. Her tears shone in the moonlight as she gulped and took the mask completely off. There he stood. Unmasked in the moonlight in front of his best friend whom he hadn't seen since the day he was locked up. She gazed in wonder and amazment. He stared at her in a small amount of fear and she stared directly into his eyes. He thought she looked as though she were searching forsomething. Her eyes darted back and fourth at him and tears swam down her cheeks. Her pale lips shook but her glowing skin shone. She felt herself grasp his shoulders and then up to his collar.

His eyes were a dark shade of brown and green and his face was extremely masculine. A strong jawline with a tiny bit of facial hair on it and his blondish-brown hair was short but swept back. She unknowingly, gently ran her fingers thorugh it for a brief moment before finally bursting out into tears and jumping into his arms. He quickly caught her and held her like a feather, despite her thick build as her legs wrapped around his waist. Gwendolyn sobbed as she hugged him as tight as she could. Michael was in a state of relief and happiness. His smile grew as his eyes shut tight, savoring the moment. He held her back.

"It's really you," she whispered, "You came back." She choked out.

"Yeah." He whispered back as he lined his finger along her jaw in awe of seeing her.

"It's you. You're back. Oh my God, Michael? Michael?," she sobbed, "How did you...when did you?"

"Don't worry about that."

"Michael?," she started as she leaped down from him and his hold and took a cautious step back, "Michael. It's been seventeen years. Seventeen years! I...you...don't worry? Don't worry? I... I am so confused right now. Where did you come from?"

He knew she was obviously in a state of shock and knew not to worry about her mumbled words. He did however worry about 'her'. Michael knew she would snap out of it soon. He'd seen these things happen for seventeen years. He could name every single type of diagnosis in every field of psychology. Being locked up gave him many levels of genuis and intelligence. From his experience, he knew she would be over her state momentarily, but when she was out of it, he feared she would panic.

"G-Gwendolyn? Take a breather, okay? Just...just calm down, Gwendie."

"Calm down? Are you serious? Michael, you don't just go from a mental institution and randomly show up again...seventeen years later...and in the woods and expect me...'ME' to be calm! Calm is non-existant to me at the moment so throw the idea out the window right now."

"Well you're obviously out of that state of shock." He said nonchalontley. She looked at him in amazment, turned around, and sat upon the log with her head bent down in her palms.

"You don't know what shock is," she looked up at him, "This all so surreal. Mikey...how?"

Michael locked eyes with her and balenced the thought of lying to her. He sighed as he knew he couldn't lie to her. Not now. He slowly took a seat beside her. "I escaped."

"You escaped?," she chuckled, "Michael, with all due respect. How in the blue hell does one escape a maximum security mental institution?"

"It isn't that hard." He gave a boyish grin for her expecting her to smile back, but her face was just overcome with sadness.

"Then why didn't you do it seventeen years ago?" She whispered. His grin faded as he looked for forgivness in her eyes, but she just buried her head in her hands again and breathed.

"I'm sorry. Look. You were the last person I ever wanted to look at me in a negitave light. I don't even really know why I'm here to begin with. I guess my instincts just lead me here."

They fell into a long, comfortable silence. As they sat in each other's presence, they both reminisced about their short time together long ago. Gwendolyn and Michael both knew that if anybody knew how short their relationship had been, they wouldn't have made it out to be anything spectacular. But if they knew that they were the only good thing in each other's life, then they'd surely reconsidor.

"I'm glad they did," she whispered as she bent her head to him, still in her hands, "I'm glad you listened to them."

"Me too."

"Look...holy shit...they are probably lookin' for you," she said with a load of worry in her tone. It was enough for Michael to know that she was upset, "Oh my...we, uhh...we've got to get out of here."

"This is probably where I should say my goodbyes." He said as he stood. She looked up at him in amazment and a bit of shock at his words and stood up and went right up to him.

"Goodbyes? No."

"Gwen, I'm sorry."

"Please, no. Not again."

"They will find me here and I will go right back to where I started."

"Michael, please thing logically here."

"Gwen. Thinking logical is what I'm best at."

"Then where will you go?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"God, I don't know! I'll make due."

"The hell you will. You're coming home with me."

"No I am most certainly not." He said, taking a few steps away. She quickly hopped right in front of him and poked his chest with her forefinger. Again, she stopped poking when she remembered his shocking solidness, making a face that consisted of a crinkled nose and furrowed brows and her mouth saying 'Ow'.

"Ya most certainly are so."

"Am not."

"You are so, Michael Myers! Jesus! You're still the same stubburn ass I knew when I was little!"

"And you are still so completely head-strong about everything, still not giving a flying fuck as to what the outcome may be!"

"Oh gee. Thank you so very fucking much for reminding me!" She said standing right up to his massive size.

"I love to help!" He said in a sarcastic wit, bending his head down to hers. They locked eyes for a moment and this is when Gwendolyn gave him a knowing grin.

"Come on. My car is this way." She started walking. Michael grunted and tried to help himself in the situation.

"Damnit Gwen! I cannot go with you."

"For fuck's sake and why not?"

Michael stood catching his breath and running his hand through his hair. "Because I don't want you to get involved with my situation."

They stood in silence for a moment and she smiled warmly at him.

"Michael...I've always been involved in your situation."