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It was so hard to look at Corey, every time she looked at him now all she could see was Michael. The boogeyman who had been trying to kill her for such a long time. The older woman knew that if she looked away, it could lead to unsuspecting attack on Corey's part. She may be older now, but she was smart, this wasn't her first rodeo of getting attacked. She would stand here and face the him, ignoring the anxiety leaping into her throat as best as she could. There was no point, there wasn't any point trying to reason with Michael either. It was hopeless on both ends. "I supported you." She was fighting hard, she was still trying to see that goodness in the younger male. The town had treated him so wrong over a mistake. She understood clear as the day how it felt to be made into an outcast. "Don't forget that, COREY..." The next statement sent chills down her spine for several reasons. "Michael doesn't know who or what you are, I do. Listen to ME, FIGHT him...I know you can, I know you're in there somewhere..."

" He hates you, you know. He told me himself. He calls you the Witch." (Here have some Corey for Laurie. XD)

COREY. Someone she didn't too get much of a chance to know before Michael's influence took over him. His control. She honestly didn't want to believe it, but she was faced with the reality standing right in font of her. HIM. Let alone she could just sense the lingering of Michael within in.

"Whether Michael hates me or not, doesn't matter." She frowned. "Let alone, what makes you so special that he decides to 'SPEAK' to YOU?" She stood her ground. Prepared for anything. "What makes him 'tell' you HIS truths?" The older woman shook her head. Corey was on the more vulnerable side, sure. She had gone out of her way to look out and protect him, hell, she welcomed him in. She was one of his BIGGEST supporters. But now this? This felt like a joke. She felt like a joke.

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So many things Laurie wished she could understand. She didn't want to hear it from anyone else, she didn't want to hear it from Loomis. She wanted to hear it from Michael directly. That was the only person who mattered right now, because HE was was the one she wanted the answers from. Doctors could say anything, make anything up if it pleased them, if it worked for themselves; the patient wasn't being heard. Her expression began to drop, she no longer looked desperate, she looked horrified. Never in her life had she met someone who had no life in their eyes. There was only emptiness, she couldn't find a single emotion anywhere; even the large frown he wore didn't feel like an emotion. To her it felt like there was no soul to him, just a husk of a man. Could he be called a man, or was he just a pure monster? NO...There had to be more. It was clear now that she wasn't going to be getting what she was looking for. However, with the way he was frowning, scowling at her, it was a sign in her eyes that he was at least listening in some way. It seemed like he was acknowledging what words she spoke, Laurie decided to keep speaking. "You took all my FRIENDS from me." She repeated to him.

There wasn't even much movement, and yet, Michael's eye focusing on her still caused her to jump in her seat. She swallowed, placing her hands into her lap to grip the knee-high skirt she was wearing. Laurie kept repeating things in her brain, kept repeating that it'll be alright, but the nagging that it wasn't alright still lingered. At first, she looked down when she felt like she couldn't look at him anymore. Being here made her feel sick, it truly did. Seeing him in such a state made her feel even more sick. "I just...need answers." Laurie began to sound frustrated as she pulled at the skirt, shaking her head. Finally, she glared up at him, brows knitted into an expression of desperation. "Why? Why did you do it?" Laurie was expecting too much out of him, she was begging for him to talk, he had his reasons not to. "What did I EVER do to you...?" Now, she wanted to cry. Her friends. Friends that she would never be able to see again thanks to him.

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There wasn't even much movement, and yet, Michael's eye focusing on her still caused her to jump in her seat. She swallowed, placing her hands into her lap to grip the knee-high skirt she was wearing. Laurie kept repeating things in her brain, kept repeating that it'll be alright, but the nagging that it wasn't alright still lingered. At first, she looked down when she felt like she couldn't look at him anymore. Being here made her feel sick, it truly did. Seeing him in such a state made her feel even more sick. "I just...need answers." Laurie began to sound frustrated as she pulled at the skirt, shaking her head. Finally, she glared up at him, brows knitted into an expression of desperation. "Why? Why did you do it?" Laurie was expecting too much out of him, she was begging for him to talk, he had his reasons not to. "What did I EVER do to you...?" Now, she wanted to cry. Her friends. Friends that she would never be able to see again thanks to him.

From the way she had seen him the previous nights, how he had ALMOST killed her, compared to this, her brain felt confused. He was so collected, so CALM. Was that because of where he was? Or what they were DOING to him? She couldn't even begin to imagine all the horrors he went through in this hellhole. There was only so much she did know, but most of her questions were left unanswered. Laurie didn't want to be some puppet that was used to get a reaction out of him. Even if he tried killing her, it still felt WRONG. All she wanted was some answers.

She glanced over to the seat she needed to sit at. Then at him. Back to the chair. And finally, back to him. It was like she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. "You probably have eyes on you all the time..." Laurie whispered, finally taking her seat. In all reality, she didn't feel safe, he was capable of so much. She was terrified. She was fighting so hard with herself to stop showing her fear; it wouldn't be a surprise if he could practically smell the fear radiating off of her. "I want you to look at me." She shakily breathed out to him. "I came out here...just for you. Despite everything, I came." This time she raised her voice slightly.

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" He hates you, you know. He told me himself. He calls you the Witch." (Here have some Corey for Laurie. XD)

COREY. Someone she didn't too get much of a chance to know before Michael's influence took over him. His control. She honestly didn't want to believe it, but she was faced with the reality standing right in font of her. HIM. Let alone she could just sense the lingering of Michael within in.

"Whether Michael hates me or not, doesn't matter." She frowned. "Let alone, what makes you so special that he decides to 'SPEAK' to YOU?" She stood her ground. Prepared for anything. "What makes him 'tell' you HIS truths?" The older woman shook her head. Corey was on the more vulnerable side, sure. She had gone out of her way to look out and protect him, hell, she welcomed him in. She was one of his BIGGEST supporters. But now this? This felt like a joke. She felt like a joke.

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From the way she had seen him the previous nights, how he had ALMOST killed her, compared to this, her brain felt confused. He was so collected, so CALM. Was that because of where he was? Or what they were DOING to him? She couldn't even begin to imagine all the horrors he went through in this hellhole. There was only so much she did know, but most of her questions were left unanswered. Laurie didn't want to be some puppet that was used to get a reaction out of him. Even if he tried killing her, it still felt WRONG. All she wanted was some answers.

She glanced over to the seat she needed to sit at. Then at him. Back to the chair. And finally, back to him. It was like she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. "You probably have eyes on you all the time..." Laurie whispered, finally taking her seat. In all reality, she didn't feel safe, he was capable of so much. She was terrified. She was fighting so hard with herself to stop showing her fear; it wouldn't be a surprise if he could practically smell the fear radiating off of her. "I want you to look at me." She shakily breathed out to him. "I came out here...just for you. Despite everything, I came." This time she raised her voice slightly.

LAURIE STRODE. She couldn't believe herself right now. VISITING MICHAEL? It made her stomach turn for so many reasons. She shouldn't be here. He had just tried KILLING HER NOT SO LONG AGO. That wasn't going to stop her. But she felt like she needed answers. What good was staying away from him? Could she even get answers? There were a lot of reasons for that too. When she saw him, however, it made the anxiety come back to her. The HORRORS. Would he want to see her? Laurie didn't know if he had any wants. That's exactly why she wanted to be here. She NEEDED to know. She WANTED to know more about HIM. She felt brave enough. She wouldn't let the fear win...not this time.

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LAURIE STRODE. She couldn't believe herself right now. VISITING MICHAEL? It made her stomach turn for so many reasons. She shouldn't be here. He had just tried KILLING HER NOT SO LONG AGO. That wasn't going to stop her. But she felt like she needed answers. What good was staying away from him? Could she even get answers? There were a lot of reasons for that too. When she saw him, however, it made the anxiety come back to her. The HORRORS. Would he want to see her? Laurie didn't know if he had any wants. That's exactly why she wanted to be here. She NEEDED to know. She WANTED to know more about HIM. She felt brave enough. She wouldn't let the fear win...not this time.

A visitor? That is unheard of. It had only been a few days after the slaughter and after he nearly killed Laurie Strode. Michael isn't allowed to leave his room but quick shackles and another chair brought in are good enough clearly. Not that Loomis is thrilled by this...

Who was visiting him?

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verses. more to come. very messy post for now.

main verse. | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍.

movies: 1978. 2018. 2021. 2022.

main verse. | 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

"𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙔𝙈𝘼𝙉."

information to come.

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