"Tonight on 'The David Newman Hour'. Nancy McDonald, Gerard Butler, Tom G. Warrior, Newman meets a gay Power Ranger and the first ever live television performance of Swedish Extreme Metal act 'Triptykon' and here's your host...DAVID NEWMAN!"
A massive wave of applauds erupt as a smirking David Newman struts onto the set of his eponymous late night talk show host and waves at his spectators.
He makes his way to his desk, sits down and boasts, "Well everyone...since we live in the great state of Illinois, we must first take note of the upcoming holiday. Halloween has an...interesting place in our state's history. You see...there's a little town in the country side that goes by the name Haddonfield and Halloween has a...rather violent stigmata attached to it there. No no no, not the movie Stigmata, but an actual legit stigmata."
A drum roll is heard to contemplate the punch line of Newman's intro, which the crowd chuckles a bit at it.
"But with a grim past comes revelations and my first guest of the night's debut book has been causing quite the stir in pre-release to the point where I, quite frankly, must ask her what the fuss is all about. So without further adieu...please welcome Nancy McDonald, author of 'Trial by Fire: The Diaries of Nancy McDonald and Other Stories from the Road.'."
The crowd applauds Ms. McDonald as she walks onto the set. She shakes Newman's hands and sits on the guest seat closest to Newman's desk.
"So what compelled you to write this book?" Newman asks his guest.
"Well for one, my life started to spiral out of a control after Dr. Loomis hired me to be his publicist on the promotional tour of his new book at the time 'The Devil Walks Among Us', which i'm sure all of you have read by now." Nancy replies, explaining what exactly happened to Newman and the audience. "at first things were going fine as usual, but then Loomis kept...well...doing stuff I found to be a bit questionable even for myself and then he pulled that stunt that landed him into an emergency and smack down into a coma.". She then leans herself back and adds, "From that point on, I was pretty much left with nothing to do and just tried to move on with my life. However, I was given free reign of Loomis' remaining studies and manuscripts of his psychological analysis on Michael Myers, all thanks for a person who will remain anonymous to this day, and basically combined not only these stunning and jaw dropping notes into my own autobiography, but also try my best to assemble it all into a cohesive narrative."
"So from what I gather, you effectively left the publicist world to focus on this spellbinding piece of autobiographical recollections and unearthed materials to act as a possible strong contender for potential best seller lists, which you pretty much done anyways. What exactly drove your thought and writing process on this wonderful book?" Newman asks Nancy, sounding even more curious to hear her responses after hearing some of the things she had to say.
"For one, I unfortunately lost my mother not too long after the Loomis debacle, two: as I said, I had been blessed all of these rare notes and analysis sheets Loomis had laying around originally intended for what was to be his third book on the Myers case and intertwine them with my own personal recollections of my life in the publicist field into one nice hefty book. Of course these said materials are in the latter parts of 'Trial by Fire' and before anyone asks me what they are, i'll say what a good friend once told me...read the book as they say." Nancy replies and explains, diving into additional details while chuckling a little.
"That's rather...avant-garde and clever on your part." Newman replies. "I must applaud you for your bold decisions, even if its rather controversial."
"Well thank you, Newman. As for the possible controversy...well...as one great man said...controversy creates cash." Nancy chuckles back while thanking him. The two and the audience all laugh in unison together.
"Yes, I very much well know that i'm going to get quite the backdraft from these questionable passages in my book, but honestly , Bob, I don't care." Nancy's voice yells in the background. A nearby TV is on, playing her appearance on 'The David Newman Hour'. "Damage control is my expertise so I can handle the potential backlash once it springs up."
A touch phone on a table nearby her in her office rings, making her tell her business partner, "Bob I have someone on another line. We can finish this later."
She waits for 'Bob' to reply and once he does, she hangs her cellphone up and puts it in her purse to immediately answer her touch phone.
"Hello, this is Nancy McDonald. Who am I speaking to?" she asks the person on the other line.
Again, she pauses so the person on the other line answers, which after he/she does, Nancy replies, "So you've read the book?". She again pauses, then adds, "Well honestly I really don't know how the heck did Loomis come to the conclusion that Michael was seeing a white horse and a ghostly apparition of his late mother. I personally call bull on it too but since it was part of the unreleased notes he made intended for his next inevitable best seller, I couldn't help but include it as a part of my own debut book."
As usual, she pauses so the person she's conversing with on the other line can reply, which after he/she pauses, Nancy also adds, "Hopefully my...admittedly unscrupulous decision to add these passages to my book would help give the masses their much wanted Loomis fix. I really didn't need to include them in the end, but we all know that when you spice up the bland with the dangerous, you draw attention for myself. Besides, I can't still grasp that mom is gone."
Outside of her very posh and expensive home in the suburbs, two kids play on the dark, foggy streets like careless idiots. However, they both back away when a vaguely curvaceous female figure wearing what appears to be a denim miniskirt, a leather jacket, fishnet stockings and stark black combat boots. Her long, somewhat messy blonde hair sways around as she walks towards Nancy's relatively expensive looking two story house. Once she finally gets there, she pulls out a black fabric with hints of red lines on it out, whips her hair back and puts it on her face.
Once she puts on her fabric (actually a makeshift mask she made herself), her eyes see her vision go black until it firmly goes on her face in the way it's intended, bringing her vision back. In her first person view, she carefully stalks around the house, looking through the windows as she passes by them. She passes by the window of Nancy's office, getting a glimpse of her still chatting on the touch phone with who's obviously a relative of hers. The woman puts her right hand against the window, showing her black fingernails and black fingerless leather gloves. She puts her fingers towards Nancy and lets out quiet, sinister growl before she pulls her hand away and continues to walk around the house until she stops right at the back door.
At first, she contemplates opening the door but turns around and sees a toolshed. Instead of going on the house, she treks her way to said toolshed, sees it's not locked and opens it up.
Inside, she finds a light switch, flips the toolshed lights on and sees an axe hanging on the wall. Seeing a stool against another wall, she moves it towards the axe, gets onto the stool and promptly takes the axe off to claim as her own.
Now having a more efficient murder weapon in her hands, she gets off the stool, turns the light off, leaves the toolshed and closes the door.
Back at the back door of the house with the axe in hand, she turns the door knob of the back door and to her surprise, opens the door. Before entering, she puts the axe aside, takes her jacket off, puts it down, picks the axe up and enters Nancy's darkened house, quietly closing the door behind her.
"Anyways, I gotta get back to working on my schedule of the book signings next week. I'll talk to you again this weekend. Bye." Nancy tells her relative. She pauses, nods her head and hangs up the phone.
With some peace in hand again, Nancy sighs, walks over to her desk and sits on the chair by it. She scoots in, pulls out a MacBook Pro, puts it on the table, opens it up and turns it on, awaiting for it to boot up so she can start working on it.
Back in the hallway, the mysterious blonde woman sneaks around the darkened house. She walks into one room and searches through it. Although most of the items in the room don't interest her, she, for some reason, finds duck tape and rope which could greatly benefit her. Without even hesitating, she snatches them and leaves the room.
With her laptop on, Nancy types out what she'll say in her next set of interviews. Taking a short break, she sighs and shrugs, "Oh Haddonfield...can't believe I have to go back there especially after all that crap I went through last year."
However, she's alerted when she hears her office room door open. She turns her head and sees a shadowy figure standing in front of the doorway which spooks her. She quickly tells herself, "Ok Nance, it's just your head playings tricks on you. Look away for a second and it'll be gone.".
After refocusing on her work for a good few seconds, she turns her head back towards the doorway and sees that no one is standing there. She then tells herself, "See Nance...it was just my head screwing with me." yet the sheer curiosity of an intruder possibly being in her home keeps eating away at her until she simply gets up and leaves the room to see if her suspicious are, in fact, true.
Leaning her head towards the different directions of the hallway, she notices that nothing unusual is to be seen, which gives her the implication that no one else is in the house. She lets out a sigh of relief and makes her way back into her office only to suddenly meet a fist hitting point blank into her face, knocking her out cold.
Feeling really woozy, Nancy slowly opens her eyes despite her vision initially being a grotesque blob of dark colors. However, her vision starts to clear up a bit and sees the same figure she swore to be a figment of her imagination standing in front of her, only now she notices the blonde hair and that it's a woman, she's now tied to a chair and feels duck tape over her mouth.
"Rise and shine, shithead." the woman sarcastically tells her as she sees Nancy looking around in a daze.
Nancy tries to yell something out but the duck tape muffles it, rending it completely incomprehensible.
"Whoops, sorry about that, i'll help you let your words out." the woman adds, still retaining the brutally sarcastic nature of her tone while she rips off the duck tape, making Nancy flinch a little.
"Oh jesus christ...what the hell did you do to me and why are you in my house?" Nancy yells out her, sounding completely furious yet a bit drained.
"Well...let's see here..." the woman replies, jokingly thinking and having her left hand against her head. She the pulls her hand away, points her right finger at Nancy and adds, "oh yeah that's right...I have a major bone to pick with you over that stupid book you released."
"What do you mean by stupid...oh wait a second. I know who you are. You're Laurie Strode...or shall I call you Angel Myers?" Nancy replies back, at first sounding confused but then realizes who exactly the woman is.
"Shut up!" Angel yells back. "I'm not here to discuss the obvious but rather the necessary."
"What do you mean by the necessary?" Nancy asks her, still rather puzzled by the whole situation.
"Well...when I mean by the necessary, I meant why it's necessary for me to...hmmmm...how do I put this?" Angel replies, jokingly thinks for a second again and adds, "oh yeah that's right...why it's necessary for me to...well...kill you."
"Angel...what do you think you'll accomplish by murdering me?" Nancy asks her, still looking relatively agitated.
"Well actually aside from wiping you off from the world of the living, i'll benefit a lot from killing you. For one ,you won't have to do anymore shitty ass guest gigs on equally shitty ass talk shows and late night television programs, two, you won't be able to continue to embarrass me and my lovely family anymore with your piss poor attempts at shedding more light on it. While that catatonic old fart pissed me and many others off with his own books, he was far more legit than you could ever imagine...plus he actually gives a fuck about dissecting us unlike you ever will." Angel replies, going into great detail on why she believes killing Nancy is a good thing in her damaged mind.
"Jesus christ, Laurie. You're far more fucked up than I could've imagined." Nancy sneers back. "I've heard about how badly you were affected by your brother's rampage but even Loomis wouldn't even imagined seeing you become...THIS!"
"Oh ho ho ho ho, Nancy. I know many fucked up people, me and my family not included, but you take the whole goddamn cake with your diseased and corrupt fiscal bullshit." Angel laughs back. However, she then snarls, "However, if you call me Laurie one more fucking time, you won't have a head to even mouth off on."
Nancy simply shakes her head in disapproval over Angel's petty threats and replies, "Do you really have the guts to kill me or are you just trying to act all tough and crazy just to give yourself some justification in your pathetic life?"
"Oh I plan to kill with no matter what. I've already had some practice before getting to you so it's not like i'm some fluffy ass bluff." Angel scoffs back, laughing off what Nancy told her.
"and since you're here, I have a really good question to ask you before you kill me with whatever spectacular murder tool you got on you." Nancy replies, which Angel simply nods back and let's her ask her. "How in the world did you get out of Smith's Grove?"
"Oh that?" Angel replies, only to elaborate by adding, "Well actually it was really simple. You see...that cunt Laurie Strode was put in Smith's Grove, not me. So when her moron therapist Barbara lobbied her to get out on that she's all well in the head, that gave me the perfect opportunity to pick up from where my late brother left off once she was back in the wild. What i'm doing my not bode well with Laurie, but I soooo love it."
Nancy continues to shrug her head and grumbles, "Oh Laurie...if you really were the sweet innocent girl Loomis once told me you were, your parents would be ashamed of you."
Angered by Nancy mentioning the L word again, Angel screams, "You know what, Nancy?"
Nancy looks at Angel and rolls her eyes in a look of annoyance.
"Fuck your shit, i'm out of here!" Angel adds while darting out of the room, appearing to be leaving the house and simply aborting killing Nancy.
Once again alone in her house, Nancy looks at her arms and sees that her wrists are duck taped to the chair, obviously knowing that there's no way for her to get out unless someone she knows comes over and discovers the mess she's in.
However, not to her surprise, Angel walks back into the room, holding a long object in her hands.. She bluntly announces, "On second thought Nancy, before I go I have to do what I came here to do in the first place."
"Oh please paint me surprise Laurie." Nancy sneers back, obviously fed up with Angel's antics.
Angel gets closer to Nancy, revealing she's wearing a sleeveless T-Shirt with the word "Kill!" on it in a large blood splattered red font and a very scary pitch black fabric mask with red scratches on it that resembles a demonic face that would be carved into a pumpkin for Halloween. She then jokingly shouts out, "I have an axe to grind it's got your name all over it!"
Nancy, not amused with the dumb joke Angel made, simply shrugs it off. However, to her horror, she sees Angel's cold blue eyes and sees that her intruded raises her axe up, screams and plunges it right into her forehead.
Exhibiting a sense of utter rage, Angel starts to brutally hack Nancy up with the axe in a violent, aggressive frenzy. Blood, entrails, bone fragments, teeth and brain matter fly around the room in a grotesque display of sheer horror and malice.
As she continues to hack the former publicist's body up, Angel's motions of striking the axe grow increasingly more disturbing and nightmarish as Nancy's body grows even more unrecognizable and messy.
Exhausted, Angel, now completely drenched in blood and other assorted particles, stops hacking Nancy's body up and pulls the axe away. She pants for a little bit until she laughs out, "Now you won't be axing any more questions, Nancy.", only to deliver one final blow to Nancy's body that completely severs her horribly butchered head off of her body and hitting against a wall.
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