A/N: Hey um this is my first Halloween fanfic story I really don't know why but I wanted to write one! I would love to here back to know if it sucks or not let me know what you think! Love Ya'll! (Yes I did just say ya'll and no I am not southern)

Screams….

Footsteps….

They all are running from me…..

I scared them away…..

No I terrified them….

Sirens….

More footsteps…

I have to pay the price…..

The evidence is clear…

I am guilty….

Laughter….

My laughter…..

Demonic Laughter…..

Filed as insane…..

Mentally ill…..

I killed half of the kids in my class….

You're probably asking yourself why?

Well the answer is because I snapped….

IT was over something so stupid but having such a short temper….

I lashed out….

First it was my teacher…

Miss. Growthsworth….

She seems so innocent but really she is the suckiest teacher ever….

She told me I was worthless….

That my parents died for a reason…

That was a major disappointment…

After lashing out and stabbing her repeatedly with a pen from her desk…

I loved the way it felt….

So I locked the door and killed the students that were inside…

Well half of them anyway…..

It felt so good just to see fear in their eyes as they died to see them feel the pain I felt when my world and life was taken away from me…

My name is Emma

Emma Domes

I was fifteen when I first killed my teacher and half of my class. The ones who survived have grown and started families, but they will never be able to forget me…or the horror I had caused them in that class room.

Of course I was caught. Of course they brought to the farthest insane asylum. So place near a town called Haddon Ville. Haddon Ville populated by a medium seized amount of people and home to the notorious serial killer…Michael Myers. I heard he was still here, but under very close watch.

I even heard they had to keep replacing staff members before he was killing them off. I am sitting in a white room in one chair. I was handcuffed and leg cuffed. There was a large window in front of me that was tinted so I wasn't able to see what was on the other side.

I just kept my head lowed and didn't say anything Like I had when I first can here.

The door to the room opened and in walked a man holding a large file which I assumed was mine.

"Good evening Emma," I heard him say. I didn't acknowledge him and kept my head down.

"So Emma are we going to talk today or are we going to be silent?" The doctor or whatever asked me.

I remained silent letting the eerie quietness of it make him feel awkward, but he did not seem at all fazed.

"Would you like to talk about your parent's accident?" he asked hitting a nerve. I stood up and walked towards the door slamming my fist against it.

It opened to reveal the two guards that take me back and forth between my room and here.

"I guess not," I heard him mumble.

I snickered to myself, but quickly composed myself. I was to remain silent and keep to myself. I was thrown not nicely into a different room other than mine. IT had tables and benches and what looked like a food line.

Cafeteria was the first thing that popped into my mind. I kept my head down as I walked to an empty table. The clinking of my chains made the forty plus people in there go quiet. They watched me go to my table and their eyes widened in fear.

Most of the people in here are in for being slightly Looney or even for killing a person, but so far I held the record. Well the second highest…Michael held the first. I sat quietly before noticing that there were a few men looking at me in a filthy way. I was at my table sitting when I heard a male voice say, "Hey beautiful."

I looked up to see four men standing around me at the table. I looked at all of them taking in their height averaging their weight and how muscular wise they looked.

I tilted my head to the side. A few strands of my hair in my face, but I made no movement to move them.

"We were all wondering if you could help us with a little problem we were having," a man with really bad teeth a moustache and beard said next. They moved closer and I closed my eyes. One of them put their hands on me and grabbed it immediately twisting it all the way until his wrist snapped. I hopped up from the seat and snapped his neck while he withered in pain. The other guys furious by what I did came charging at me, but I took them on. I punched and kicked and bit. My face was all beaten up and I think I had a few broken ribs, but I still fought like hell.

I was able to get up snap another guys neck before I was pulled away and being held down as they stuck a needle in my arm. Whatever they did to me calmed me down immediately and I closed my eyes to let them know I was calmed. They released me and sat me back down on a different bench seat.

They carried the dead bodies out and mopped up the blood that was spilled I was in so much pain.

They placed a tray down in front of me and the big weight nurse said eat up Emma you'll need to give your body strength if it's going to heal.

Another nurse busied herself cleaning me up bandaging the cuts that I had on my face. She felt around my arms for any sign of broken bones. She felt my ribs and I grabbed her hand hard feeling the pain pulse through me. I growled and I felt the nurse shaking next to me.

She realized she touched something broken and turned to the male guards and told them that I needed medical attention. They raced to the front office while I sat there holding the area that had the pain in it. The nurse had me lie down on the table. She said the ambulance would be there any minute.

I didn't care I just laid there in pain everyone's eyes on me. They were all not surprised by the fight that broken because I was violent when disturbed.

I didn't know how long I laid there but soon enough I heard footsteps run in and felt myself being lifted and wheeled quickly through the main doors of the asylum. I would try to escape but they knew me better than most people so the tied me to the gurney. We were in the ambulance before I knew it and on our way to the hospital. They put a mask around my mouth and nose so I had to breathe through it. When I took a deep breath though I felt my eyes grow heavy.

When I awoke I was not at the hospital and not in the ambulance. I was back in my room the room that gave me no privacy. I was still in pain and a little woozy from the amnisteasia they put me under. I got up slowly using a small desk they provided. I used the walls and to hold me up as I walked to the door and Banged on it.

There was no answer this time. I banged on it again…still nothing. I began to feel the room constrict as if it was closing on me. I was very claustrophobic. I took in a deep breath and let it out, but when the sirens when on I knew something was wrong. Someone escaped from their room.

I began to bang ferociously on the door. I stopped when I heard the door unlock. IT opened to reveal a man who wore a mask that had pasty white rubber for the face and it had brown hair that was disheveled.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room. I knew who it was and I didn't fight against him. He still had a tight grip on my upper arm as he pulled me with him out the main door with no problem whatsoever. You'd think that they would be guarding the front doors since there was an escaped mental patient on the loose.

We raced through a parking lot finding a van that delivers the food to the asylum that had the keys in it. A man came around the front of the van to get back in the car. Michael released me to kill the man, but I was quicker than he was and snapped the man's neck before Michael could touch him.

All Michael did was stare between me and the body like it was normal and nothing was wrong. I smirked at that and went to go to pick up the body but Michael stopped me and pushed me towards the driver side of the door and hat told me to climb in. I climbed in the driver side and buckled my seat belt and watched as Michael picked up the dead man's body and tossed it in the dumpster. HE opened the Driver door and stared at me. I pouted unbuckling my seatbelt and scooting over to the passanger seat. He closed the door behind him and turned on the car.

We raced out of the parking lot knock over the closed fences on our way. The seat belt on my side was jammed so I had only the dash board to hold onto for dear life he speed up even more. And every bump we hit I bounced high of the chair. I saw a sign up ahead Haddon field. My family lived here.

We slowed down so we didn't stick out but I was feeling very nauseous after that and it made my chest hurt a lot. I needed to lie down. Would my parents take me back if they knew that I was out? Most likely not…they would send me back the moment they got the chance. They probably don't think I exist anymore.

The car stopped in front of a White house that looked abandoned and it had vines growing up the side of its house. Michael got out of the car and walked up to the front door going inside and closing the door behind him. I sat in the car and looked down at my uniform. I looked up and looked out my window to see Michael standing there. I nearly jumped but calmed myself quickly.

He opened the door and tried to pull me out but my seat belt stopped him. He reached in over me and undid my seat belt because my gaze and attention was too busy staring into his eyes.

HE pulled me with such force that felt pain crawl up my arm. I yelped out and he tossed me to the ground

"Stop tossing me around! I am not some fucking doll!" I yelled at him. He stared down at me his eyes held the fury that I feared. He grabbed my arm in a tight grip and pulled me up and we raced inside the house and we came to a door. Michael opened the door and I looked inside to see it was stairs to the basement.

"No Michael please don't! Please Michael I am begging you!" I said trying to undo his tight grip. He tossed me down the steps. I let a blood curtailing scream. Feeling like I was beaten with a bat. Instead I laid there hearing the slam of the door upstairs I was consumed in a shade of darkness. The only light source was a window covered in vines.

I crawled over to a corner I saw and sat up pulling my knees up to my chest. What did I do to make him so angry? He was hurting me a lot and I'm not sure how long I was going to be able to take the abuse. I closed my eyes thinking about my family well my adoptive family. They weren't like my real parents. They hated me and locked me in the basement a lot. At time they wouldn't feed me and at others I'd be in the basement for days at a time. I slowly rocked myself back and forth.

Flashback/Dream:

I used to live in Haddon Vile with my real family when I was ten years old…well from when I was born until I was ten. I had a sister named Jill and a baby brother named James. I was at the library sticking my nose into a book and when I heard an outbreath voice say, "The Domes House went up in flames."

I looked up to see a red haired boy who looked as if he ran a mile. I shot up from my chair grabbed my back pack shoving my books inside and raving out of the library and towards my house. My motivation was seeing the smoke in the distance. I ran as fast as I could and when I reached the house I saw that most of it was already gone. Most of it turned to ash and most of the wood a black caracole color.

I fell on the front lawn which was covered in the ash. There were sirens, fire trucks and people all around me. A fire man walked over to me and I looked up at him and his eyes told me all I need to know.

"NO!" I yelled in tears. An officer helped me and brought me to the back seat of a police car. I looked at my house for the last time as we drove away from it.

I awoke being shaken awake. I looked up and saw Michael staring down into my eyes.

I flinched away from his touch and curled into a ball even me. He looked at me tilting his head to the side. I took in deep breaths trying to calm myself.

"If you're going to kill just get it over with…I'm not sure how long I'd be able to take your abuse," I told him honestly gaining confidence in the end. He pulled a kitchen knife out of his back pocket. I slowly stood using the walls to support me. I closed my eyes waiting for the strike waiting for death…but it never came. I peeked through one eye to see him just standing there watching me.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" I asked him letting out a shaky breath.

He shook his head and reached behind him again pulling out clothes. I squinted trying to get a good look with the poor light that was given. I realized he had changed out of his clothes and into a mechanic uniform. I looked at the clothes to see they were worn a lot. I took them from him slowly making sure not to make him angry. HE just stared at me with those blue serous eyes like he understood everything that went on in it.

"Please let me go," I begged him.

"I just want to go a visit my family…my home," I told him. He ignored me and pointed to the clothes again.

I sighed as a tear escaped my eye. I went to turn around until I felt Michael grip my upper arm. Before I could ask him what he was doing he wiped the tear off of my face gazing at it.

"It's called crying. Something we humans do when we lose people we love and care for," I spat at him. He didn't flinch but I saw the fire in his eyes grow. I felt myself confidence slowly dying away. In a way I felt like I was shrinking and he was growing.

"Sorry," I mumbled halfheartedly looking into his deep blue eyes. He tilted his head to side indicating he was confused to as why I was sorry. I wouldn't blame him though, why would I say sorry to a serial killer who killed his own family? Who would?

Apparently I would. I am not shocked though I have been known to do strange things…such as kill my middle school teacher with a pen and kill students with rulers' books and scissors. I have also been known for drawing at times beautiful pictures such as my old house before the fire with flowers and trees, but I would in times draw gruesome cruel scenes like people hanging from cliffs or a person with their eyes sewn open and their lips sewn shut.

I didn't say anything for a long time. Again I felt Michael poke me pointing to the clothes.

"I need privacy," I growled at him. He looked at me with that gaze of his that was getting on my nerves. That gaze that held no emotion. The gaze that would follow you were ever you went.

HE suddenly turned which made me jump back and crouch into a defense mode. He turned and looked at me, but this time his eyes did show a little emotion…amusement.

I immediately blushed and got up quickly turning away from him. I heard him ascend the steps heavy footed and slam the door behind him. That's when I undressed and redressed into his clothes. I felt very awkward wearing someone else's clothes. When I was done I sat back down not knowing what to expect. I heard the door open up stairs and slower than the last time I saw Michael descend the stairs with one hand over his eyes and the other holding onto the railings.

I couldn't help, but let out a childish giggle.

"It's okay Michael I'm dressed," I told him with a smile seeing him drop his hand immediately. He just stared at me before grabbing my wrist roughly and dragging me up stairs. I felt like he was breaking my wrist.

"Michael please loosen your grip! It's hurting me!" I yelled up at him. He didn't do as I requested but kept going. We headed outside and he threw me so I was outside of his house. I looked at him with a glare and he pointed to the car.

"What you want me to leave?" I asked him and him only nodded. I shook my head and said, "And where do you expect me to go? I have no family no home like you."

He just pointed again and I took in a shaky breath and nodded.

"Fine I'll leave," with that said I got in the fucking truck and drove off and dumped it about three miles south of the town behind a building that was abandoned. I knew where it was because I used to go there when I lived with the foster family just to escape for a couple of days from the abuse they would give me. I spent a lot of time in the hospital and when the doctors would ask what happened I would tell him that I would have fallen or that I got into a fight at school. They would always give me these looks like they didn't believe me and I didn't blame them.

I sighed and climbed on a couch that had been there since before I found this place. I closed my eyes and fell asleep feeling a little content knowing I was somewhere where I felt more at home then with that fucking foster family and Michael Myers. I was the girl who lost her parents and then lost herself along the way…I killed because it felt right. I killed because I didn't feel sane…it felt right when I did kill. The weird part is when I closed my eyes to sleep all I saw was Michael Myers and that was all I dreamt about was Michael Myers that night.