As soon as Michael swung the door open he heard someone running down the stairs; he grinned slightly as the boy, who was storming towards him, came into his sight.
"Where the fuck where you?? You can't just leave me alone, man."
Y/n stopped right in front of the older man. He looked up into his eyes as he crossed his arms and waited for an answer, though Michael didn't intend to tell the boy where he was. Instead, he put his arms around his small lover and placed a kiss on top of his head, making the boy blush slightly.
He could hear y/n mumble a quiet "Idiot" before the boy carefully pulled him down by his collar to seal their lips into a loving kiss. Michael didn't hesitate and kissed back, closing his dark eyes as he pulled the boy closer, if that was even possible.
Y/n stroke through his lover's hair and smiled softly as the kiss ended; his cheeks were still slightly red and his eyes were glued to Michael's lips. For a second he was dozing off into another world, daydreaming about a life, where they had no worries. A life, where both of them could life without fearing of getting parted.
Michael brushed a strain of hair behind the boy's ear and placed another kiss on his forehead before he let him go and walked towards the living room. Y/n didn't really notice at first since he was still in his own world but as soon as he felt the loss of his lover's arms he snapped his head towards Michael; without hesitating he followed the man into the room where he through himself on the couch.
"Are you going to tell me where you were or are you still going to leave me hanging?" he asked with big eyes, hoping that Michael would answer.
That never happened though; Michael just walked by, towards the window, and looked outside. His thoughts were now somewhere else and they brought him to think about what to do next.
He nearly got seen earlier that day.
If Loomis really gets them he could do god knows what to both of them.
Thinking about that made Michael feel insane; he himself was a murderer, someone who does terrible things to people and their families.
But all of that had stopped a while ago; he actually started feeling again and he finally had something that made him feel alive.
Without y/n he'd probably still be out there, murdering people without thinking about it twice.
Though he'd still be doing all of that if y/n wouldn't be there. He didn't want to lose the boy's trust, not again.
Michael sighed quietly as he brushed with his hand through his dark hair; his eyes followed every movement outside. That's when he noticed something odd, something, or more like someone, that wasn't supposed to be there.
In the bushes not far away from the lake where small movements that caught Michael's attention and when he took a closer look his eyes widened; he couldn't exactly see who it was, but what he could see was the silhouette of a man with little hair and something in his face that reflected the sunlight.
"They found us.." Michael whispered these words more to himself than to anyone else but y/n could clearly hear what the other said. He sat up abruptly, staring at the older man with shock written all over his face.
"What? How?!" His voice broke at the end because yelled these words so suddenly.
Michael slowly moved away from the window before he picked the boy up and quickly carried him out of the room. He definitely didn't expect that Loomis would show up here. At least not that soon. They needed to get out of the house before Loomis could get in. If they'd make it to the car in time they could probably escape without any other incidents.
He walked to the door as fast as he could, hoping that they could still make it. But as soon as his hand touched the doorknob something inside him made him freeze completely, stopping him from opening the door.
When he saw the doctor in the town earlier he was with the sheriff. Loomis was alone at the back of the house and the sheriff was nowhere to be seen; what if they surrounded them and the other man was just waiting for him and the boy to come out? He could shoot at them and y/n could get hurt in the progress. Even though they had a small chance to escape he definitely didn't want to risk the boy's life because of him being too careless.
He turned on his heels and sprinted up the stairs, y/n still pressed against his chest. Without hesitating he walked to the end of the hallway and opened one of the doors that led into a room with nothing but old furniture standing around in it. Near the window was a small walk-in-closet, that was probably just big enough for y/n.
Michael let the boy down and took his hands in his own as he looked into y/n's eyes.
"I need you to get in there and be quiet until I come back and get you."
He placed a soft kiss onto the boy's lips before he shoved him towards the closet, opening the door for him so he could get in.
Y/n hesitated for a second; he didn't want Michael to leave him alone but most importantly, he didn't want the older man to go out and handle the trouble by himself.
Though he knew that both of them could get into more trouble when y/n would make a scene now, since it would cost them more time.
The boy sighed quietly as he climbed into the closet and tried to find a comfortable position to sit in, which wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. Michael brushed a strain of hair behind y/n's ear before he carefully closed the door and hurried out of the room; he didn't have much time left and he really needed to come up with a plan. As he walked den the hallway, past the open bedroom door he suddenly stopped walking, taking a few steps back to look into the room, as an idea popped up in his head.
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With a few pillows wrapped inside a huge blanket Michael slowly opened the front door, taking a peek outside to see if the sheriff was really there, waiting for him. When he was sure that everything was clear he stepped outside, the blanket pressed against his chest. He was hoping that he could trick the sheriff into thinking that he was still with y/n and that he was going to run away with him now.
He wanted to lead them away from the house and come back later to get y/n. They just needed to believe that it was really the boy in his arms and not just a few pillows in a blanket.
He heard something rustle in the bushes not too far away from him so he assumed that it had to be the sheriff; without thinking about it any longer he just ran off. Though he didn't really run, since he was walking really fast in general, making it pretty easy for him to get a certain distance between them.
Michael's assumptions about the sheriff where right; the man tried his best to keep up with Myers but even though he was as fast as he could, he still had troubles to follow the other man. After a while he ran out of breath, but he still didn't give up yet, since he really wanted to get the boy away from the danger so Loomis could deal with Michael.
"Stay where you are! There's no point in running anymore, Myers! You should give up before I open fire!" He yelled under his breath, the first drops of sweat starting to form on his forehead as he tried to keep up.
The attempt of pulling his gun out and aiming at Michael failed miserably; he couldn't keep a steady hand and the roots of the trees around him made it even harder for him.
He shot once, then a second time though none of his bullets ever hit Myers. They just flew past him and hit random trees, drilling through the hard wood.
Every now and then he just tripped over his own feet or the plants and roots on the ground, while he cursed about Loomis and himself for letting this case get out of hand like that, while Myers just continued walking.
He really thought that his plan was working and his heart was beating fast of joy, though he didn't know that Loomis was still at the house where he tried to break in through the backdoor.
The doctor didn't notice the whole thing that happened in the front since he was too focused on finding out who originally used to own this house.
He took his jacket off and put it around his hand, smashing the small window frame on the door and removing the glass from it so he could safely reach through it without getting hurt and open the locked door from the inside.
As he found the key in the lock he unlocked the door and carefully turned the doorknob to the right, quietly pushing the door open.
Without waiting any longer he stepped into the house and looked around, not knowing what he would find in here yet. Though he already prepared himself for the worst.
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