AN: First time writing for Halloween! Please review!
Alexandria Grege, or Alex, was a sophmore at CraytonHighschool, where the teachers were mean and the students were meaner. Overall, she had a pretty average school life. She made nothing less than A's (with one or two B's thrown in) on her report cards, she was in her 2nd year of highschool band playing the clarinet, and she had a pretty descent group of friends. Her classes varied greatly. Other than the basics like math and science and stuff, she took everything from Graphic Design to Criminal Justice. From Psychology to Family And Consumer Science. From Bussiness Essentials to Health. And, so far, she enjoyed a lot of her classes, as far as the curriculum.
Her friends varied too. She associated with Alexia Courtis, who usually hung with the major preps. But, she also associated with Josephine Adamson, who had been suspended multiple times and was busted for using drugs. However, most of her clique consisted of some people that were consider lame and some people that were labled as wannabe preps. Her best friend, Jennifer, for example, made all A's and thought she was the shit. While her other friend Destiny was shy and somewhat unhygenic.
In all, she had her ups and downs, but school was great for her, usually. Her home life was another situation. Her mother was a bipolar perfectionist who took her frustration about her job at a local gas station out on her daughter. Alex was an only child, so when her mom did get mad, it was always directed completely at her. In her younger years, Alex remembered clearly her mom beating her. Sometimes so much as more than once a week. She remembered being almost suffocated by a pillow, bruised with a hairbrush, and half drowned under a bathtub faucet. Needless to say, she didn't have much of a childhood.
And right before, during, and right after her father divorced her mother, Alex's life got even worse. Not only was she completely distraught over her parents being divorced, but her mother was heartbroken and rage-fueled during the time. Eventually, her mother quit hitting her, but the verbal abuse never rested. She just didn'y understand. Her mom could be the funniest, most loving person at times. But at other times, Alex could see the hate pouring out of her eyes, and it hurt her. Her father wasn't much better. He loved her, and she knew that, but he was always too busy for her. Whether it be with work, or alcohol, or other people, he never had time to spend with his daughter. And when he did, he just bought her things, due to the fact that, over the years, he had lost all knowledge of her interests. In all honesty, she loved her family, but it was time for a change.
So, after a fight with her mother, in the middle of her sophmore year, when she was 16 years old, Alex left. She didn't have a car, so she took a bus to the nearest town which was Crayton, Alabama. She only prayed it wasn't illegal for a 16 year old to move away from their family... or run away, rather. Anyway, from Crayton, she used some money she had been saving to get a plane ticket. She had no family in any other states, so she simply walked over to the departure board. She knew she probably looked like a fool doing this, but she was determined to let fate decide. So she closed her eyes and pointed to a location at random. Slowly opening her eyes, she read the town aloud: Haddonfield, Illinois. Smiling to herself, she got a ticket and went to Haddonfield. Knowing that she had no clue where or what that city was excited her. She was a little young to be running away from her problems already, and she knew that, but just once in her life she wanted a brand new start. With new people, a new town, and a new life. But she had no idea what was waiting for her.
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~Meanwhile: Haddonfield, IL~
"I'm telling you, sir. He needs to be moved to a more contained facility! A high-security sanitarium... a-a jail, even!" Dr. Sam Loomis rambled on, yet again, to one of his 'higher-ups'.
"Loomis, we've had this discussion before. I assure you that-"
"NO! THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE! HOW CAN ANYONE RECOVER FROM A HELL-WORTHY INFURNO THAT QUICKLY!"
Dr. Loomis began gesturing to his face.
"Lo-look. Look at this. I was there, also. It did this to me! And you're telling me that Michael is FULLY RECOVERED!?"
"Loomis-"
"AND NOW YOU'RE GOING TO BRING HIM BACK HERE?"
"Dr. Loomis. I've told you time and time again. It's been six months since his relapse, and he's been completely catotonic. As for what a miraculous recovery he made, I really have-"
"MIRACULOUS!? Hundreds of innocent people are going to die. I'm telling you, I'm his doctor, I KNOW HIM! Michael isn't finished. He's lying dormant... waiting. And whatever he gets what he's waited for... he'll be out again. And now I'll have to sit around talking to him... speaking with him like he's a human being!"
Loomis turned and looked the man straight in the eye.
"He isn't a man! He is far worse than that..." he finished eerily.
The man in the more formal attire hesitated.
"I understand, Loomis. Really... but there's nothing I can do. He has no family willing to care for him, therefor no one to sign for him to be transferred into a high-security facility."
He paused again.
"Now, I'm all for shippin' that crazy bastard outta here, but we both know the legal bindings are too tight. He's a state government responsibility, not a national one. I do apologize, but for the time being... he will remain here at Smith Grove's Sanitarium."
"..."
"He's still technically a patient, Loomis. He will arrive tomorrow morning, and upon arrival, I need to know that he'll have a personal psychologist on-call. And you've always been his doctor so, the only question I have is... Do you still wish to work with the Michael Myers case?" he asked.
Loomis was quiet for a moment. He knew exactly what the man had meant, but was finding it harder and harder to contimplate an answer. Did he still want to be Michael's doctor?
A simple and reasonable answer would've been 'no', but as he thought about it, he found it hard to say the word aloud.
He had been all Michael knew since his forced entry into the sanitarium. He was all he had, and on some sinicle backburner in his brain, Loomis still pitied him. He felt sympathy for the killer, but quickly brushed it off and went over the other reasons.
Other than pitying him, Sam knew that if he abondoned Michael after all these years, it would do more harm than good. He was the last person the man had, and if he left... he'd have nobody. Then he'd go even crazier... if possible.
And Loomis didn't want to give up his job all together, which he knew is what would happen if he no longer worked with Myers. Heck, he spent all his time on this one tough cookie that he didn't even have any other patients assigned to him, so he wouldn't be needed any longer if he gave up his life's work.
As Loomis brought his musings to a close, a regretful look flashed on his face.
"I would like to remain with Michael." he muttered, before even realizing he'd opened his mouth.
The man gave him a worried look, and then nodded before walking off.
Loomis sighed loudly.
What have I just done? he thought, bitterly.
AN: Thanks for reading! Please review!
