October 30th. Devils Night.

Sure, the Horsemen had done a lot of stupid shit before, but it was nothing that they didn't regret. This night, however, Michael strayed away from the others. He had his eyes set on one person. You.

Getting you to the middle of the woods was the hardest part. The thrill of the chase made the struggle worth it. With his mask on, he leaned down to you, the leaves crunching underneath his knee. His lips were close to your ear as he whispered.

"You'll have a ten-second head start, and I want you to run. Run like you haven't before. Then, I'll come after you, yeah? If you manage to escape, you escape. If you don't... well, you know." Michael removed your binds and blindfold, stepping back to observe your retreating frame.

"Ten, nine, eight..." He started to count as he watched from a distance, a grin underneath his mask.