"Excuse me d-do you know where the nearest.. nearest train station is..?" Caretaker is suddenly taken aback by the withered body in front of them, hunched slightly with concerningly pale skin and deep set eyes.
"I'm.. afraid I don't. Are you okay, though?" Caretaker asks almost apprehensively. They don't know this person, but something about the way they're stumbling about in the heat just seems dangerous. Whether that is dangerous to others or themself, Caretaker doesn't know.
A RZ!Michael Myers x fem sleeping!reader
Tw: stocker maybe?, gore mentioned, blood mentioned, he might be obsessed with reader if you squint
Nowhere else to go
Michael knew who you were because he’s not only seen you around the neighborhood, but he’s seen you without you spotting him. He wasn’t stocking you, for say, but he wasn’t planning to kill you, either. You were just part of his daily check list for some reason, and he had to see you at the same time every day. If he doesn’t, there’s a new body, a new murder story for the morning news the next day. Michael saw more as a little wondering soul than a person. If anything, he saw you more as a thing to watch for than go after. You’re just as harmless as a bunny.
Which led him to sneaking into your house while the cops were searching for him, trying to stop the freak with the knife, the Boggy Man as some call him. He knew where your spare key was hidden, he knew which door to use, and he knew which path to take to get to your room. His footsteps went unheard as he inched closer to your sleeping form and tangled sheets. As far as he knew, he didn’t know what he was going to do to you. He stood at the edge of your bed, watching you as you slept, thinking to himself all the terrible, bloody things he could do to your body. He could rip you apart limp from limp, break every bone in alphabetical order, kill you swiftly, silently, or he could wrap his hands around that delegate throat of yours and just squeeze. Michael thought over and over on what he wanted to do, but each one made his stomach churn and turn away from you every time he thought of your body in a mangled mess.
No matter how hard he pushed himself, how hard he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to harm you.
Must be from that cheek list he made.
His grip on the knife loosens and hits the wooden floor, causing you to stir but go back to sleep. His heavy blue and green eyes looked over your skin, perfect as a picture in the moonlight, and marveled at your peaceful from. What were you dreaming about? What beautiful dream were you living in that head of yours? Let him be part of it just for a moment. Spare a thought, a vision of him, then set him free from the cobwebs and chains that held him back for so long. If he couldn’t be part of it, not part of the little thoughts and threads, then stay at peace and still, for he doesn’t want the darkness that follows to engulfed your running water thoughts and gentle breathing.
Michael wished he didn’t have to be here, but the police were closing in like a pack of hunting dogs to a fox. He had nowhere else to go, but he felt thankful in a way. He’s looking over a sleeping angel with the moon tangled in their hair, making a halo of hope and bliss. Apart from breaking into your home in the dead of night with dry blood on his boots, he felt blessed to be gifted with this vision of you.
Gently, he lifts his mask, taking it off, and placing it quietly on your dresser. He two to steps, just striding without effort, and stood over you. He basked in the moonlight view of you, wishing he could take a photo and have it in his pocket. Michael pulls his hair back until it was resting on his shoulder and knelt on the floor in front of your sleeping face. The monster felt human for once. The shadow over this town faded until there was a man just looking back in a reflective surface. Slowly, he inched closer to you, daring his courage and thoughts, until he felt your breath, cool and smooth, on his lip. Michael shuddered at the thought of your lips on his, marveling at the thought of you waking up and embracing him as a man, not as a monster, as a killer, and as a lunitic that escaped. Thoughts of being normal carved into his bones until he felt them turn into dust, and he felt more and more at home as he looked at you.
You’re on his list, his check list.
He had nowhere else to go, nowhere else to call home, yet he found it here with you sleeping in an oversized shirt and gym shorts. He found it sleeping soundlessly under tangled blankets and a small mountain of stuffed animals. The peacefulness that flows from your heartbeat and blood flow...he wanted to be a part of your more until thoughts of him being in you, physical and mentally. He wanted to be a part of your story and live a thousand tales with you. He was just there, right there! So close to your sleeping arms and blissful lips that he began to hunger for—
Not like this. No... he can’t do this like this.
Michael withdrew from your side and stood up, blocking the moonlight from making your skin glow. He licked his lips as his eyes marveled and memorized each curve and mark on your body. He turns, picks up his knife, and takes his mask. He gives you one last glance, one last moment for his eyes to gaze over you like this and leaves your room for the living room. He sits down on the rocking chair and leaned back into the cushion until he felt his eyes drift off. Sleep called for him, for the man who never slept before a day in his life. As his eyes closed, his last thoughts were spared for you and your moonlight haloed hair.
WHUMPTOBER DAY SEVENTEEN :Prompt: nowhere else to go
Summary: after a fight with your mother, badly injured you and your brother Sirius are forced to flee your home and go to the only place you can think of. The Potters. (im sorry)
Warnings: abuse, torture? injuries - this one is quite heavy so please be advised.
Word count: 1.5k
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The rain had soaked through nearly the entirety of Sirius’s clothes. It was late at night and the rain was torrential. It slammed on the ground creating pools on the ground that soaked your socks as well as making your clothes stick to you. Sirius sheltered you with his jacket, holding it over you and he wrapped an arm around your waist. He was supporting the majority of your weight. You could hardly keep one foot in front of the other as your weak body stumbled along the road.
Sirius was worried about you. That was for certain. He was hurting too, but you had taken the brunt of it. He had tried to get you out of there quickly, but things had escalated quickly and he was powerless to do anything.
You mother was angry. There was nothing new there. But this time she went too far. You and your older brother were accustomed to the harsh spells from your mothers wand. Often accompanied by her harsh words. The pair of you had countless scars scaling your bodies from the years of her abuse. It was sad, but the two of you hadn’t know anything else. You and Sirius were closer than anything. You thought it likely had something to do with how your parents treated you. The pair of you found solace in each other. A quiet place amongst the anger and hatred.
Your mother had been unforgivable. The curses flying from her wand left you cowering on the floor, weak, broken and bleeding. Sirius had heard your screams echoing throughout the house. Anguished, they ricocheted off of the wall. At first he tried to ignore them. Getting involved would have made it worse for both you and him. So he sat there with his hands over his ears, curled up against his door with his head tucked between his knees. But when your screams continued he couldn’t bear it any longer and soon he was bursting through the door.
The interruption had landed him with a hit of the lacero curse to the back of his calf which left him with an unpleasant limp. But what he was more focused on was you. Your body was sprawled out awkwardly on the floor, your muscles twitching and spasming. There was a trail of blood dripping from your nose and staining your clothes. It was sickening.
The whole house was then filled with screaming and yelling. The whole thing passed in a blur, barely audible though the ringing in your ears. But soon enough, Sirius was hoisting you to your feet. And then there was the familiar feeling of apparition as Sirius whisked you away from the property.
And so there you were, stumbling down the road towards the only place Sirius could think of to bring you: James Potter had been your best friend for years. It was no secret that he had always been there for the two of you. He knew about your home situation, as did his parents, and they had offered you an open door. A safe space. And though he swore he wouldn’t, Sirius was now taking them up on that offer.
After a short struggle down the road to their house, Sirius rapped on the door. It was late at night and the urgent knock travelled loudly throughout the house.
He held you close as the pair of you waited. Time seemed to drag on impossibly, but Sirius whispered reassuring words to you. “You're gonna be okay….just hold on”
He knocked again. This time more desperate as you leaned heavily against him. A second later the light flicked on before the door cracked open, and the kind face of Euphemia Potter peered around the door. Her wand was clutched tightly in her hand and you could see Fleamont lingering in the hallway behind her. She was on the defence; who wouldn’t be during the middle of a war, but as soon as she recognised the haunted eyes of Sirius black, her face contorted with worry. The door was then flung open and the two of you were ushered inside.
Sirius was reluctant to let you go when Effie tried to take you from his arms. Some part of him feared that if he let you go you were going to disappear. Nevertheless, he let you go and she helped move you to the couch, soothing you as you let out a noise of discomfort.
“Shh….” She soothed, her mothering side protective over you. “We’ve got you….youre alright.” She fussed over you. “Monty, fetch the medkit.”
Sirius watched as they rushed around you, ignoring his own pain to make sure you were tended to. “I- I’m sorry- I….i don’t know where else to go.”
“It’s alright dear….everything is okay.”
Sirius wasn’t sure how to react. He wasn’t used to this sort of kindness.
Fleamont returned not long later with the medkit. There had been a lot of loud clanging as he tried to find it. As soon as it was open, Effie was trying to get you to drink down a healing potion, but your body was in shock and half of it dribbled down your chin before you could get yourself to swallow.
There was a patter of bare feet on the hardwood floors. And then James appeared at the door of the stairs. He had been woken by the raucous and had decided to investigate. What he wasn’t prepared to see was his best friends broken and bleeding in his home.
“What’s going on?!” James asked, alarmed.
“James—“ Sirius started as his best friend approached him.
“What happened?” He asked, trying to get to you before being stopped by his father.
“James, Dear. Why don’t you go back to bed? Everything will be fine here.”
“No- what- what happened.” James asked. Though he was sure he already knew. He just didn’t want to say it outloud because that meant accepting the truth. After accepting that he couldn’t go to you he turned to Sirius, trying to check for injuries. “….what happened…?” James asked sadly. And Sirius just gave him this look. One where his eyes were sad and yet so full of fear at the same time. And it said it all. “…oh…”
The moment was broken by your cry of pain, and all eyes snapped to you. Effie was currently mending your wounds with a healing spell. She was trying her hardest not to hurt you more, but it was near impossible with the extent of your injuries. It was clear that you were scared from the wide eyed look you bore, and you were disorientated from the whirlwind of events. Your vision was doubled and you could hardly hear anything. But she had done her best. You had stopped bleeding and the blood had been cleaned from your body. The only thing that was left was the twitching caused by the clear use of the cruciatus curse. The thought of it alone made Effie feel sick.
Soon, once the majority of your wounds had been tended to, and you had succumbed to the drowsiness of the healing potions, the family had helped situate you in James’ bed. He had decided to give up his own in order to keep an eye on you; much to his parents’ initial protests. In the end they had decided it was best for everyone. Sirius, who eventually had his wound healed, took camp on an air-bed on the floor of James’ bedroom with his best friend, insisting on staying near your side just in case anything happened. And you slept. Far from peacefully, but your chest rose and fell steadily as your body worked to heal itself.
James, who was supposed to be sleeping beside his friend but couldn’t, had taken position next to you. His hands were folded awkwardly beside him as he was too afraid to touch you in fear that he would cause you more pain. But when you awoke with a start, he placed a gentle hand on your arm; a soothing touch to help ground you.
“Hey….hey. You’re okay.” He said softly.
Your panicked gaze settled on him. Quiet for a moment as your mind raced to fill in the timeline. You could see Sirius sleeping on the floor nearby and your worried was settled.
“Don’t worry. He’s alright.” James spoke “it’s you were worried about, sweetheart.”
“…..I…” you opened your mouth to speak but your throat was hoarse and dry making it hard to, but James stopped you.
“Don’t talk. It’s alright.” He smoothed a hair away from your face. “You’re safe here now, okay? My mother tended to your wounds. She said you should be okay in a day or two.” He took a breath. “Merlin….im so sorry…..I’m so so sorry…..”
you gave him a sad look. It wasn’t his fault at all.
“But don’t worry about it, okay? We’re going to sort this out. But you and Siri are always welcome here. We’re your family and it is never too much for us to keep our doors open for you and Sirius. Never.”
