Thought I'd take a walk down memory lane and try another Halloween based fanfiction. It's been a while so bear with me.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Halloween related; it all belongs to John Carpenter. The only thing I own is my original character.
October 31, 1963
It was Halloween and yet here she was stuck in a dreary, old house while her big brother was out partying and she was here with her babysitter. Ms. Derrison. The young child's mind was completely focused on the now sleeping Ms. Derrison. "Some babysitter..." Clementine muttered under her breath. Her face rested on her palm as she watched how the old woman's mouth parted and the snoring began. "Can't believe the trick-or-treating was cut short because she wanted to come back and nap." Giving a slight huff, she wandered over to the main living room window, pulling back the curtains slightly to take a peak at the quietness happening on her street.
As she looked around through the protection of the window in Ms. Derrison's home, Clem spotted something from across the street. It looked to be like a small shadow was headed in the direction of the Myers' house. Tilting her head slightly, she quirked a brow at the thought of what kid was headed that way with no "adult" hanging around nearby. Turning her head towards the loud snoring Ms. Derrison, the brunette smirked to herself as her random thought dangled itself right in front of her, without a second thought, little Clementine Tallerd quietly slipped out through the backdoor of the old home without a single sound. Curiosity killed the cat. The figure was gone now, but while she was out she might as well enjoy herself, right?
She could hear some of the nearby kids singing that eerie song while they walked on down the streets of the neighborhood. Shaking her head out from the words that were behind that stupid song, she looked both ways before quickly crossing the street, something she had sworn to only do with an adult there to hold her hand. Hey, she lied, who knew a child was capable of doing such things? Snickering to herself, the young girl walked by a little ways down the street, passing the Myers' home in the process. However, right as she was near that house, she saw someone leaving there and only then after the boy was out of sight, loud sounds could be heard from where she was standing. She should really head back to Ms. Derrison's, but something told her to stay.
Within a few moments later, Michael Myers showed himself and he was holding a good sized knife, and his mask was still on. Taking cover as she saw a car coming up quickly, Clementine hid behind some bushes and a tree, unaware that Michael had in fact caught sight of her before she hid. What was going on here? Hearing Michael's mother and father question him and the boy, who was her age, didn't seem to be able to answer either of them, they tore free from their son and rushed inside. It was only there after that she heard a woman scream bloody murder. Her eyes darting from the house to Michael. She knew this boy from school and church, he always seemed so happy and content, usually quiet.
Clem was like that herself. Content... maybe not so much as happy, but quiet, too. She had only spoken to him a few times and she could occasionally feel his eyes on her whenever she had her back to him. She never thought anything of it. Snapping back to reality she saw Michael's father grab on to him and practically start begging him to answer why his sister was dead. A chill went through Clementine as she heard this. His sister was now dead? Why would? How could that be? Clearly she was missing the bigger picture here. Then it clicked. Oh. No. Michael killed his sister! Now everything pieced itself together. The knife with blood, the horror struck parents, his speechless manner and expression on his face after they ripped the mask off.
Surely she couldn't get into any trouble over this, could she? All too soon did the police sirens get heard and here came the cops and not only that but a bigger vehicle with something written on it that she couldn't make out. What were they going to do to him? Lock him up like her Aunt Carol? Her brother Robert had made all kinds of jokes about Aunt Carol being locked away because she tried to eat her own face off. It gave her nightmares, but she really hoped that Michael's parents wouldn't send him away to a place like that. That would be terrible! Unfortuntely, she witnessed that they were doing that very thing right now. They were restraining him and putting him into the back of the vehicle. Her eyes went wide with so many mixed emotions, she felt the need to fight for him or do at least something, but before she could do any of that her arm was grabbed from behind and she let out a squeak, turning to face none other than Ms. Derrison. Her facial expression told her that she was in deep trouble.
"Hey! Wait a minute! They're taking him away and I need to see him off so he knows he has at least one friend who cares!" She tried to swat at Ms. Derrison while she was being dragged away from the scene.
But just as she looked back towards the vehicle with Michael their eyes locked briefly and then the doors were shut and he was alone for no telling how long. Her eyes welled up with tears as she was forced back into Ms. Derrison's home until her mother or brother showed to pick her up.
I hope you liked it in someway! Please feel free to leave a review and thanks for wasting your time while reading this! xD (Yes, there is more to come.)
