8 Chapter 8 ( The Finale)

Annie's back hits the wall as her eyes are focused on Michael. " Spare my boy"

Michael tilts his head slightly to the side and then gives Annie a huge smile. " I'm still unsure. After all, you did hit me with a lamp."

Annie shakes her head frantically whilst her pale thin hands shake. " Let Oliver live. Please!"

A wicked laugh escapes Michael's lips as he lifts up another knife. " This will be the day that you both die.." His voice changes to a childish sing-song voice.

" No…no. My boy hasn't had the chance to live a good life! He still needs to go to prom, getting married and have children. Please don't take it away from him. If you kill me he will be all alone and -"

The masked man sighs and throws his knife so it lands to the side of Annie's head. " You talk too much! And get rid of them ridiculous tears will you? It's not really attractive."

Michael steps forward closely to Annie and closes the distance that was recently there. His gloved hand reaches towards Annie's flaming red locks. The man leans forward towards Annie's face whilst he allows her hair to slip through his fingers. Nevertheless, Annie turns her head slightly away from the killer and allows the tears to finally escape and her body begins to shake as she lets out quiet sobs.

Michael lifts his mask slightly so it's just above his lips, he raises his finger to his lips. " Shh. Don't cry, love. It will all end soon." He then moves his mouth to her cheek and presses a smooth delicate kiss to her freckled skin.

" Spare my boy… spare my boy," Annie begs the man in front of her.

" I know he's in the bathroom. I'm going to kill you slowly, painfully! You're going to feel every ounce of pain I've felt… and your boy." Michael lets out a chuckle before continuing," He's going to listen to all of it."

Annie's eyes widen, her pupils becoming smaller, " No…"

Outside the room in the small, narrow, hotel corridor: several armed police and SWAT members ran towards Annie's room. Causing Annie to be hit with a massive wave of relief. The men storm the room and aim their guns and Michael.

" Drop the weapon!"

Michael smoothly turns around and waves the knife at the armed men. " I don't know -"

" Drop the weapon or we will shoot!"

Michael scoffs and points to the dead officer on the floor, " Do you want to end up like your friend "Bailey" here?"

One armed man reloads his weapon and aims it at Michael, " Drop the weapon now!"

He waits a few seconds to see if the masked man will follow his instructions but nothing happens. Slowly, the man places his finger over the trigger and pulls the trigger. The bullet flies out of the gun and slowly heads towards Michael : it makes contact with Michael's chest and piercers his skin. The bullet flies out the back of Michael and unfortunately makes contact with Annie's chest. Both Annie and Michael fall to the floor.

Oliver opens the bathroom door and spots his mother lying on the floor, " Mum!" He quickly kneels down beside her and places his hands on her chest in hope to stop the bleeding.

Annie lets out a small gasp and looks up at her son, she then raises one of her hands and touches his cheek. " Never forget how much I love you."

Tears frantically run down Oliver's face,

" Mum please! Don't leave me, I need you!"

He looks back at the armed men, " Help her, don't just stand there. Why are you standing there? Help her!"

Annie tightly grabs Oliver's hand which causes him to look down at her. His mother coughs harshly before speaking, " We're free.. Ollie we're free."

Annie's hand gracefully falls out of Oliver's and lands on the floor : right into the crimson red liquid that has become to engage her. Her son's eyes widen as he leans over and places the side of his head an inch away from her lips - in hope to hear her breathe. Unfortunately, nothing was heard. Oliver leans back onto the heels of his feet and places both of his palms above his mother's chest and starts performing compressions.

The armed men behind sneak glances at one another and debate their next move. One man suggests, " We need to get Mr Myers out of here immediately."

An older gentleman nodded his head, " Good thinking, someone radio the crew outside and let them know that we're all clear." The man from before exits the room and obeys the order given. The older gentleman then turns his gaze onto the young boy and the dead woman. He proceeds to take cautious steps towards the boy and places his hand on his shoulder.

" Son, I'm so sorry. She's gone." The man speaks softly to the boy. Oliver ignores the man and continues doing compressions on his mother.

" Son, stop, you're going to hurt yourself." The man reaches for Oliver's hands and removes them off Annie's lifeless body.

" No! You're killing her. Stop you're killing my mother! Mum!" Oliver throws punches at the man's chest. Additionally, the man takes this as the opportunity to pick up Oliver.

" No! Mum!" Oliver lets out agonising screams as the man carries him out of the room. The last thing he sees is his mother being placed inside of a white bag and that's when it hit him. His mother was dead and all he wanted was it to be him instead.

~ 000~

Rain frantically bounces off the dark emerald green grass, almost identical to his mother's eyes. Every five to seven minutes a random burst of thunder makes itself known in the sky. In the distance stands a young man who is wearing a formal navy blue suit and black leather shoes. Additionally, the man is holding a grey umbrella which is thankfully protecting him from the horrendous weather. The man slightly steps back and reveals the grave in front of him. Engraved on the grave is :

Annette Peterson

1993- 2018

Mother, daughter and sister.

The man reads the quote at the bottom of the grave, " A life that was taken too soon, an innocent soul who died protecting her son."

The man lowers his head to the floor and finally allows the tears to escape. " God mum I miss you so much. I wasn't able to say 'I love you too' and it will forever haunt me. I love you so much.." Oliver wipes the tears quickly and carries on with his speech.

"I got the promotion, mum. The one I told you last week when I was last year. Also, Elaine and I are expecting our first baby." Oliver laughs. " It's a girl, mum. We're having a baby girl. Also, we've settled on a name and we're going to name her Annie. I'm naming her after you Mum. The first woman I've ever loved."

Oliver steps forward and places the bouquet of flowers on the bottom of the grave and stands up. He doesn't hesitate to lean down and kiss the top of the grave. " I love you, Mum. I'll be coming back next week at my normal time. Rest well."

The young man gathers his belongings and turns around to leave but suddenly freezes. A familiar song starts to play.

" Bye, bye Miss American Pie. I drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry:

them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye. Singing, 'This'll be the day that I die'

Michael looks back at his mother's grave cautiously and automatically something near a tree grabs his attention. A masked man wearing all black with a machete is standing next to the tree and once he notices Oliver looking he waves by using the machete. Nevertheless, Oliver saw the man's mouth moving and was able to slightly make out what the man was saying.

"This will be the day that 'You' die!"