Penguin bowtie: Hai! Here I am! I'm secret spy guys friend. She let me post this here, cause I handed her over to Filch in the dungeons, and he was waitin gthere with a cactus and a croquet mallet. She couldn't refuse.
So here it is. A Halloween DP cross over. Tee hee!
Disclaimer: I don't own this/
He couldn't see the face. It was hidden under a white mask. A ghostly white mask, that hid not only his face, but his eyes.
Danny stared at this man for a moment, unable to tear himself away.
In this man's hand was a bloodstained butcher knife.
"Who are you?" The boy demanded, glaring at the man before him. He just cocked his head.
"Say something." Danny snarled. "I'm tired of you. Who's picture are you going to show me this time?"
The masked man took a photograph from his pocket, and held it before the boy's face.
"I know this person." Danny whispered. "I've seen him down at the gas station near the corner. This is the first person I've known."
The man nodded, handing the picture to the boy. As usual Danny could see blood stains all over it.
"Go away." The boy demanded. "Leave me alone!"
The man growled, and raised the knife. Danny gasped, and tried to back up.
This had never happened before.
Why was he so afraid?
The boy sat up abruptly sweat pouring from his face. He looked around him, seeing the familiar walls of his room, and hearing the familiar hum of the ghost portal in the basement.
Nothing.
He sighed in relief and fell so silence.
What was it about that man that scared him? He'd never seen him before in his life. Now all of a sudden he kept popping up in his dreams, always showing the boy a picture of a person, covered in blood. But this was the first night the man had made a move to attack him.
Danny had felt do scared.
The boy huddled in his blankets, trying to block out the cold that was seeping into his room. He knew it wasn't all from the outside. Most of it was from his normal lowered body temperature. He hated his constant battle to stay warm.
He hated his constant battle against this man.
Who was he anyway?
A lone figure walked along the leaf covered sidewalks of Amity Park. He was dressed entirely in black, his face hidden in shadow. As he walked underneath a street lamp, it became known that a white mask covered his features.
He walked along silently, holding something in his hand. What it was couldn't be seen in the dim light. He turned his head as the sound of deep laughter reached his ears. A group of men were stumbling toward him, obviously drunk.
"Hey look." One slurred, leaning on a wall for support. He was pointing at the masked man. "This guy's had one too many beers more than us."
"He's wearing one of those Michael Myers masks…" Laughed another. "Nice try at being scary, but it's a day early for Halloween."
"Look at that knife." Said one of the others, walking forward, pointing his finger out. "He even tried putting fake blood on it." He gave a snorting laugh, but lost his balance falling forward. He grabbed the masked man's arm for support, still laughing. The others started laughing too. The masked man slowly began maneuvering the knife in his hand until the point was at the drunk's chest. Then in a swift movement, one he had perfected over the years, the knife was thrust upwards, and driven through the other man's body. The drunk gave a strangled gasp, before he went limp. The masked man threw him onto the sidewalk. The others stood there, taking a moment to realize what had happened.
"Hey…" Gasped one. "You killed him. You're really Michael Myers…"
And as the murderer took a step forward, the others ran.
He'd get them later. Now…he had a nephew to find.
"Hey Danny!" Sam called to her friend, as he walked through the halls of Casper high. The boy stopped, and looked around, smiling as the girl ran over to him.
"Sam." He said with a yawn. "How are you?"
"I'm good." The girl laughed, "But you look tired. Were you up all night watching horror films again?"
"No. Just couldn't sleep." Danny replied, opening his locker, and taking his English book out. "Nightmares suck."
"It's from watching too many horror films." Sam smiled. "You're bound to have bad dreams. You've watched like, three slasher fics in two days."
"It's been going on for a while Sam." The boy said, slamming the locker door. "Much longer than that."
"You'll have to tell me what happened after class." Sam said. "Maybe I can help."
Danny nodded, and walked down the hall.
"…And always make sure that the light is on at the house when you go to it. Some people are trying to sleep, and you kids aren't helping us at all, with your shouting." Mr. Lancer droned on. "Be considerate of people who have to work for a living."
Danny had stopped listening a while ago, and now he just stared idly out the window, drumming his fingers on the desk.
For one split second, he thought he saw a man, hiding behind a tree, dressed all in black. Something had glinted in the sun for a moment, as the man disappeared. The boy blinked his eyes a few times, and stared hard at the spot.
No one was there.
"You're so tired, you're seeing things." Danny told himself. "You really need to get more sleep."
"Mr. Fenton!" Lancer shouted suddenly, jerking Danny from his thoughts. "This is more important than anything that could possibly be out that window!"
"I just thought I saw someone." The boy replied, smiling sheepishly.
"It's a sidewalk, Mr. Fenton." The teacher growled. "People walk out there. It's a fact of life. Now, getting back to the issue at hand, when one doesn't answer the door, that usually means one is asleep. That does not give you an excuse to ring their door bell incessantly…"
"So, Danny, what's been happening?" Sam asked, as she, Tucker, and Danny sat around their lunch table.
"You do look tired dude." Tucker said, as he bit into his hamburger. "What's wrong?"
Danny sighed before he continued.
"I keep having this dream, where this guy in a white mask is standing in front of me. He'll show me a picture of someone, and it'll be covered in blood. He's always holding a butcher knife, but last night he tried to kill me with it…"
The boy trailed off when he saw his friends' shocked faces.
"What's wrong, guys?" Danny asked.
"You don't know?" Sam gasped.
"That's Michael Myers." Tucker continued, his mouth open wide. "He's been killing people since he was six!"
"What?" Danny asked. "I've never heard of him."
"Yeah." Sam added. "He stabbed his sister to death in her room. Then he went after his other sister years later, followed by her daughter."
"Hey guys." Valerie said, coming over to the table and sitting down.
"Hey, did you hear about Mr. Harvey?" She said, unwrapping her burger.
"No." Sam said, the annoyance clear in her voice.
Valerie ignored it and continued.
"Well he was found stabbed to death, near the flower shop. His drinking buddies reported it to the police. And get this. Guess who they said killed him?"
"Who Valerie?" Tucker asked.
The girl paused for dramatics, and then continued.
"They said it was Michael Myers."
Danny's face went pale as he heard the name. Mr. Harvey had been the man in the picture. It had been his picture the killer had shown him…
And now he was dead…
"Danny, you ok?" Valerie asked, taking a bite from her burger.
"I think I need to go see the nurse. I don't feel too good."
And with that, he got up, and walked from the room.