For everyone who watched Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers and couldn't stand what happened to poor little Jamie.
Halloween VI
Jamie's Protector
Ever since watching Halloween 4 & 5, I've wanted to know what happened to poor little Jamie Lloyd. I finally got my answer last year, when I watched Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers for the first time. However, the answer I got was not one that I was willing to accept. That was the day I decided to write this story. As far as I'm concerned, Halloween 6 NEVER HAPPENED! This is what really happened.
This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle
Disclaimer: I don't own Halloween, although considering what happened in The Curse of Michael Myers, maybe I should.
Chapter 1: The Brave Fool'What Was I Thinking!?'
That was the question Ryan kept asking himself as he ran through the streets of Haddonfield. 'Michael Myers is roaming the streets killing people, but instead staying home and locking my doors, I'm actually out here looking for him! What am I supposed to do if I find him?' When Ryan had learned that Myers had come back once again, he had immediately sprung into action. Without stopping to think about the sheer idiocy of his actions, he grabbed the katana sword from his wall and ran out into the night. Though the katana sword was the deadliest weapon he owned, Ryan was certainly no swordsman. 'What am I, Samurai Jack? I don't even know how to use this thing! There's a deranged serial killer on the loose, and I'm having delusions of grandeur!' For probably the hundredth time that night, Ryan wondered what had possessed him to get involved in this nightmare.
'The conversation I had with Rachel probably had something to do with it.'
--flashback--
Ryan walked nervously up to Rachel's front door and tentatively rang the bell. He and Rachel had known each other for years, and he had always had a bit of a crush on her. When the door opened a moment later, Ryan felt his breath catch in his throat. Rachel stood in the doorway wearing only a white sweater, apparently she had been in the middle of getting dressed. "Um h-hi Rachel," he stammered, desperately trying to keep his eyes on her face. "I was wondering, if you didn't have any plans tonight, if you would like to go with me to the party at the Tower Farm?" "I don't really know what I'm doing to night." Rachel answered with a sigh, "I had promised to meet my parents out in the country, but I'm worried about Jamie. I'm thinking about staying, but I don't feel right about blowing off my parents just so I can go to a party." Seeing Rachel so worried about her sister made Ryan forget about his nervousness. "Don't worry about Jamie," he said reassuringly, "she will be just fine." "I'm not so sure," Rachel sighed, "this is a rough day for Jamie. I should be there for her." "Listen," Ryan offered with a smile, "What do you say we talk about this over lunch. My treat." "Alright," Rachel answered, "just give me a moment to get dressed." "Oh, r-right," Ryan mumbled, looking away with a slight blush. Rachel smiled at his reaction, and headed upstairs.
--end flashback--
While Ryan was waiting outside, he had kept getting the feeling he was being watched. At the time he dismissed it as the work of his overactive imagination, but now… he was just glad that Rachel eventually decided to go meet her parents. Of course, she wouldn't have left if he hadn't assured her that Jamie would be fine. Ryan's thoughts were cut short as a police car pulled up beside him. "Hey! You there!" The officer shouted, "Go home! You shouldn't be wandering around at this hour!" Ryan shook his head, "I'm looking for someone." "Who're you looking for?" The officer questioned. Ryan stopped walking, "Jamie Lloyd." "She's at the police station, we just arrested her uncle." For a moment, Ryan just stared at the officer in disbelief. Then he turned and bolted in the direction of the police station.
* * *
The man in black escorted Michael to the van waiting behind the police station. After locking him safely in the back, he approached the two men seated in the front of van. "Bring him back to the sanitarium," he ordered, handing his machine gun the man in the passenger seat and drawing a pistol from his belt." I'll find the girl, and bring her in myself."
* * *
The moment Ryan set foot in the police station, he knew something wasn't right. There was always supposed to be someone on duty, but now… the place seemed deserted. Unsheathing his katana, he cautiously crept forward. As he entered the corridor, he gasped in horror at the sight of the first dead police officer. 'I knew something was wrong,' he thought as he continued forward. 'Did Michael do all this?' Somehow that didn't seem right. The whole scene seemed too… clean. As he turned the corner and saw more bodies, he found himself thinking that this seemed almost professional. A soft noise began to register. Straining his ears he could just make out what sounded like a little girl crying. "Jamie." he muttered softly as he rushed forward. Turning one last corner, Ryan came to a sudden stop as his eyes took in the sight before him. Four more dead officers, a prison cell blown wide open, and in the middle of the scene… "Jamie!" The crying girl turned at the sound of his voice, and Ryan rushed forward to check on her. "What happened here?" "He's gone," Jamie sobbed. "He got away again." Ryan glanced down at one of the bodies. "Damn! Meeker," he breathed. "He was a good man. Good cop, unlike most of the idiots in this town. Exactly the kind of person you would want to be sheriff of a town Michael Myers was going to visit." He leaned closer to look at the body. "Hold on a second! This is a bullet wound. Since when does Myers use a gun?" "Look out!" Jamie screamed suddenly. Ryan tried to dodge but wasn't quick enough, as a bullet pierced his chest. Jamie started to back away as the man in black walked toward her. "Come along now Jamie." He smiled sweetly. "It's time to take you to your new home." "I think she'd rather stay here," whispered a voice behind him. The man in black whirled around just as the katana sliced through his neck.
* * *
'They don't have her.' Somehow Michael knew that Jamie had escaped. He walked toward the front of the van. A moment later, his fists burst through the glass separating him from the driver. He wrapped his chain around the man's neck.
* * *
Ryan winced in pain as he gazed down at the decapitated body. 'I'm no doctor, but that bullet couldn't have missed my heart by very much.' Kneeling down in front of Jamie, Ryan put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "I think this madness has gone on just about long enough. Michael Myers has killed so many people in this town. So many of your friends and several of mine. We both know, as long as he is alive, he's going to keep coming for you. He'll be back, but not for another year. That gives us time. Next Halloween, when your uncle comes for you, we're going to be ready for him."
* * *
As Michael walked away from the burning van, one thought consumed his mind. 'Next year.'
* * *
"One more year Jamie."
'One more year.'
"Next year I promise we will put an end to this nightmare."
'Next year I will finish this.'
"Next year it will all be over."
'Next year.'
"Next year."
'Next year I will kill her!'