Michael Myers X Ghostface Novels & Stories

he trailed off as he fell to the ground on his knees. Okay. Things were definitely not going the way I expected but this was the best outcome rather than dying a violent death in his hands. Michael marched towards him. “Go down you son of a bitch.” Michael snarled giving him a sharp kick across the face. That sent him to the ground with a crack, where he remained still without moving an inch. Looking up into Micheal's face, it seemed as if everything around us had disappeared except for the both of us. In that moment, I realized I had never been so happy to see someone in my life.

But none of her friends or colleagues was so childish they'd send a masked delivery guy dressed like a hitman just to scare her—unless… The thought was too unsettling, so she firmly pushed it to the back of her mind, licking her suddenly dry lips as she forced the words out of her parched throat, "who are you?" "My friend sent me," Ghostface replied, offering no other details. Camille didn't know what was more disturbing—the dead look in his glassy eyes or the fact that she couldn't see his lips move beneath the freaky mask whenever he spoke.

Squinting, I turned to look at whoever it was that was speaking. Too lost in my own thoughts, I could place the voice. Or the face that matched it. Until I was fully around and he hit me like a ton of bricks. Slammed into me like a truck veering off course. "Michael?" I asked, bewildered. It had been one day since I last saw him but my mind had tried so desperately to erase him from memory that seeing him in front of me now felt like I was staring at a ghost. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, voice shrill.

It was the countdown to destruction. Before I left, I looked back at my men. "Let’s remind Myles Voss who the real Ghost is," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "Let’s show this city what happens when you mess with us." With that, I stepped into the night. My mind was already racing, planning the next move. Myles Voss had made a mistake. Now he would pay for it. This was personal. Blood for blood. Myles Voss had woken the monster. Now he would have to face the consequences. And when it was over, everyone would know why they called me The Ghost. Because I was the last thing you saw before everything you loved turned to dust…

It was the first time Harvey saw a killing technique like this. And so, Harvey retreated once more and maintained a safe distance between himself and Ghostface before looking curiously at Ghostface. It had been very rare for someone to make him interested in having a great battle. However, the expression on Ghostface's face changed when he saw what Harvey did. According to his calculation, even if his Blazing Fireball technique could not kill Harvey, it would be able to throw Harvey into a state of confusion. He did not expect that his ace in the hole would not even make Harvey break a sweat. He could not believe it.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Their growls continued, vibrating through the floor. I stood directly in front of Myles. The overhead bulb flickered, humming like a dying insect. It cast his shadow long and crooked behind him. He looked up at me, eyes wide, chest heaving. He knew exactly who I was beneath the mask. Nice. I'm filling him with the fun he never had. The information I got from my chief security was that he was never there in the fight. There's Mic, and there's Myles. Two souls, one face.