Myers' Girl
A totally wrong, incestuous fanfiction by Moi! But who doesn't like to do wrong every so often, hmmm?
Sum- Jenni is the 'secret' *as in not in the movies, only here* daughter of Laurie Strode. She was sent away shortly after birth to be spared from Laurie's evil brother Michael Myers. Now, at seventeen, with sister Jamie having been dead five years, Jenni finally gets to see her mother *she'd visited of course, but never stayed in the fall*. But when a mysterious message brings them to Haddonfield, things go horribly wrong. And to their demise, there is a way Jenni can tame the beast. Takes place two years after H20.
~Rated 'R' for graphic violence, incest, and strong language. If you aren't a slasher fan, please turn back, Haddonfield isn't the place for you.~
Jennifer Tate looked up at the cold, bleak hotel, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. She stepped inside, bad slung over her shoulder, long black hair in wisps on her face. As the glass doors parted before her, she inhaled deeply, her green eyes sought signs of her mother.
Her eyes met two that nearly matched, darker than hers but unmistakably similar. The young man turned, and mumbled something to the woman next to him. The blonde looked up and smiled, her hand motioned Jenni to come closer. She did so, confused, and her brother hugged her.
"Hi, Jen-jarooni." He joked, a warmness in his eyes and a smile on his lips. "Welcome to sunny California." He motioned to his companion. "This is my girlfriend, , This is my sister Jenni."
Jen smiled and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."
His girlfriend grinned. "And you."
"John," Jenni said, her eyes meeting his. "Where's Mom? When the people I was staying with said family would be here I figured..."
"I know what you figured," he said softly. "We'd best get home before I explain that, I need to give a ride anyway."
Once they had dropped his girlfriend off Jenni moved up to her seat, she buckled in and sighed. "C'mon, I'm curious big bro."
"When we get home," his eyes landed in the mirror. "It isn't safe outside home."
She laughed at the way he had been talking. "God, you sound fifty! John, you're nineteen! Talk like it!"
His face was grave, eyebrows furrowed and almost full of fear. "I cant do that, I just cant... I've grown up, Jen. A lot."
"Are you going to tell me now?" She asked as she sipped her tea. They had gone into the living room, and had been relaxing there for a while. Her eyes met his, and he sighed, placing his cup down.
"This all goes back a long, long time. Our last names aren't Tate. Neither is Mom's, and her first name isn't Keri either. Her name is Laurie... Laurie Strode."
Jenni blinked and sat back. "Why would Mom want to change our names?"
John looked down at his jeans for a moment, then at her again. "That's what this is all about. When Mom was around two her brother Michael killed their seventeen year old sister on Halloween night... In cold blood. He was six years old."
His sister frowned. "Oh, so she was ashamed?"
He shook his head. "Mom's real name, as from birth WOULD be Myers. But she was adopted... When her parents were killed. Mom's brother is Michael Myers."
Jenni leaned forward. "And that would be?"
"Oh good, they didn't tell you. Well then, Halloween night, fifteen years later, Michael breaks loose from the asylum he was in, and went back to Haddonfield, that's where she's from. Mom was seventeen then, and babysitting for some neighbors. That night Michael killed most of her friends, and came after her. She lived, even after he followed her to the hospital, killed the crew, or at least who was there nix one lucky ambulance guy. He chased Mom around but his old shrink, Dr. Loomis, who had helped Mom get away alive just hours before killed him... Or at least, that's what we all thought. When Mom faked her death in a car accident, and she became Keri, she had left behind a little girl, Jamie Lloyd, our sister. Jamie had nightmares about Michael, and Loomis tried to protect her from Michael. Well, everyone thought that Michael and Jamie were both dead, but six years later or around then, I cant remember, Jamie was found. She was around fifteen and had had a baby Halloween Eve. No one knows who the father was, but we do know it was Dr. Wynn who had her impregnated. Anyway, she didn't last long after, she tried to run but Michael found her, and she was slain in a barn. The boy Mom babysat took her baby in, and Michael came after him too, who knows where he is. Well, back in 1998, he came after me, when I was seventeen. Stabbed me in the leg, and Mom appeared to have cut off his head." John bit his lips and looked at his teary eyed sister. "Well, it wasn't Michael. And Mom's been locked up for killing an innocent man. They're releasing her soon, but not for another week. You're struck here with me until then."
She nodded and upon seeing her tears spread down her face he moved to sit near her, holding her close. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
She laughed. "And my legs?"
He rolled his eyes. "And your legs."
~Two Months Later, October 17, exactly two weeks from Halloween.~
"Mom, mail!" John's voice rang through the kitchen as he walked in, handing the mail to his mother and then winking at his sister. "Well, I gotta go. Wish me luck!"
"Safety!" His mother scolded, smiling and handing him a gun. "This might come in handy. Hide it, ok? Don't waste all your shots so the time comes that you need it and he comes up on you."
He nodded and stuffed it in his bag. "Later, Mom. I will be back."
Laurie watched him walk out and shook her head. "I have a really bad..." She froze, staring at the return address from an envelope. "Shit..."
Jenni looked up and peeped onto it, looking at her mother. "Who would be writing you from Haddonfield?"
Laurie shook her head. "Someone who knows I'm here..." She opened the letter and read aloud...
~Ms. Strode,
I am writing to inform you of a recent death, your old friend was brutally killed (suspected to be by Michael Myers) and we wish for you to come to his funeral. If you cannot or will not we understand, but thought to send you the invitation. We encourage you bring your children.
Sincerely
The Family (names whited out for privacy reasons)
Laurie shook her head. "I'm not going, not this close to Halloween and not with Michael suspected."
"Mom! Weren't you really close to this guy?" Jenni intercepted the letter and skimmed through it.
"Yes, but it's too dangerous!" Laurie shook her head. "You don't fuck with Michael Myers, Jen."
Jenni raised an eyebrow. "But you killed him, Mom. You chopped off his head, there's no getting up after that."
Laurie shook her head again, her eyes pled with her daughter. "Do you think they'd lock me up in a sanitarium for killing Michael Myers? They did DNA samples kiddo, it wasn't him."
Embarrassed, Jenni stood for a moment. "So that curse he has, that brings him back here? Always to you?"
Laurie shook her head. "No honey, he comes back to us." Her eyes filled with warm, salty tears. "He only wants to kill us."
Jenni bit her lip. "We should go, I mean, how long would we stay for a funeral? Then we can go."
Laurie looked, at her, wiped the tears from her eyes, and sniffled. "Ok, let's do it."
"See Mom? That wasn't so bad, and now we leave tomorrow to home where if Michael comes, we just be ready. He always goes for a while, that's our plus."
Laurie smiled as they stepped into their hotel room, her eyes on her daughter. "You were right, I admit it." She saw her daughters dazed face. "Jen?"
She turned and looked to where her daughter was looking. "O-oh shit!" The room had been turned upside down, and a large, steel butcher knife stood in the middle of a piece of paper on the wall. Frozen, Laurie stared, so Jenni went and stepped up to the paper. She read through it and looked at her mother.
"A prank Mom." Laurie did a double take, her dark eyes narrowing.
"Seriously! It's signed by some local kids." She ripped it from the wall. "Idiots."
Laurie ran over and read the paper, crumpled it up and screamed in her anger at her near heart attack. "Little pricks!"
Jenni laughed. "C'mon, I'm beat. It's only our clothes all over."
A knocking at the door stirred both from their sleep. Laurie bolted up, ran to the door and cursed as she gazed upon a man in uniform for the airlines. "Shit! I'm sorry, we'll be ready in..."
"Oh, no Ma'am you aren't late." The man looked nervous, he was small, shorter than the women and older than both. He twiddled his fingers in front of himself, and his brow was covered in a sheet of sweat.
"Then, what what is it?" She asked nervously, her tousled her unthought of, nor her nearly underdressed state.
"Well, we've had a problem, someone has... Destroyed all the engines of our planes, we wont be able to fly."
Laurie gulped nervously. "When... will you be ready?"
The man frowned all the more. "Well, at this rate, it could be up to... Three weeks."
"Three fucking weeks? I cant sit here that long! I have to be out of here by Halloween!"
"Well, you could always take a private carrier." He suggested more calmly.
She looked at him hopefully. "For how much?"
He looked at her startled teenage daughter. "S... six thousand dollars.." Laurie looked at him in relief. "For each of you."
Her eyes went huge, and her hand shot to her forehead. Unconsciously she slammed the door in his face and stumbled to the bed. "We're dead, he's gonna fucking kill us."
Fear in her own eyes Jenni gulped and shook her head. "No we wont Mom, we'll think of something."
Well, I really hope it doesn't suck too badly. I'm trying to be descriptive and to keep to the story so please, feedback is great!