"Hold still," Dwight said, unlocking the medkit and pushing Quentin until he was kneeling. "We'll just handle this quickly."
"It's not the best time for this," Quentin insisted, glaring at the ground as Dwight did his best to patch up the gaping hole in his chest. "We're fine!(more) Myers was on the other side of the map. He can't get here in time." As Dwight rambled on, somewhat carelessly, Quentin lifted his eyes to the house in front of him.
There was a tall shape in the distance, and for a second he wondered if it was Bill, before the sudden realization made him stiffen.
The other two people in the trial were Feng and Nea.
Neither of them were tall enough to be the stranger.
He opened his mouth but no words came out. Dwight suddenly clapped a hand on his back. "You're good! We should leave now," he said. Quentin nodded, but he didn't get up. He was praying that he was just hallucinating. Because if he wasn't-
"Quentin? I'm going to work on the generator in that basement, okay?"
He nodded, but he didn't move. What would happen if he blinked? Would Michael Myers even move? Would he disappear, only to come back another way and get Quentin a second time?
The thoughts in his head made him feel ill. The killer had been watching them. If it was anyone else, Dwight would have killed both of them.
It took a few seconds for Quentin to realize the Shape was somehow getting closer. He hadn't noticed, but as soon as he did he was back on his feet, heart rate picking up as Myers came towards him. He raised the knife over his head in.
Quentin didn't wait for more. He screamed and began to run.(less)