Forever Winged

Smiley1Face23

A Halloween Fanfiction

Hello people! You may have read my Edward Scissorhands or Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction. I'm glad! Now, I am starting a new venturing into a new unknown... the world known as Halloween! This classic Halloween horror story was directed by John Carpenter and tells the chilling story of a psychotic serial killer, Michael Myers. I'm sure, because you are looking at the fanfiction for it, that you know the basic story line.

Basic Stats For This Fanfiction:

Main Characters (Will be explained in detail in story)

Michael Myers, Sam Loomis, Madison Fitzgerald, Madison's Parents, Madison's Siblings, and the Police

Setting:

*Fifteen years later after Halloween One

*Loomis's Office

*A small town near Haddonfield

*Haddonfield, Illinois

*Madison's House

*Week of Halloween!

Please comment! I won't beg for reviews, but it is wonderful to hear what you guys think!


Doctor Samuel Loomis paced in his office. He gripped the last of his hair, most of it gone from his receding hairline. The mysterious phone calls... the anonymous letters... what could they all mean? All he knew was that they were related to Michael Myers. His long-lost patient that escaped all but fifteen years ago from Smith's Grove, his penitentiary, for killing his teenage sister.

The letters were hand-written. It was almost illegible, for it was so messy. The phone calls were made from a phone booth, in an unknown location. "What could all of this mean?" Loomis thought to himself behind a locked door in his office, "who is doing this?"

He slammed the manila-folder file down on his metallic desk. It BOOMED, then all was silent once again. What it contained were the many letters that had arrived on Monday for the last five weeks. Loomis leaned on his desk, aggravated and agitated, and pinched the bridge of his nose. His eyes, once closed, reopened and gazed down at one of the papers. Three-fourths of one paper was peeking out from under the vanilla-hued folder. Black ink and all.

Loomis slid the paper out from under the folder and tousled it gently in his hand. He began to read it the last time for that night, pondering what the words could possibly mean:

Loomis,

Don't remember, always forget. What happened? The dog sleeps at midnight o' one... he is alone at the house. Mask and all. I'll make sure he stays there. Don't procrastinate... time is of the essence. I've been thrown into the line of fire... and you, Loomis, are the gunman. I will run. Don't let me get away. The dog will attack, and you can shoot him down. I'll lead him to the house, but not the house you are thinking of. My house. The house out of fifty two million in Illinois in which he is in. He's waiting, so am I. The ball bounces at five P.M. And don't miss it. It's a special date. You'll have to find the date. But you already know it. Time is limited before this date, then the dog will come out and chase the ball that has been bounced.. Let your nails scratch against the chalk-board... it is time to party.

I will be waiting.

Loomis grimaced. Three degrees in psychology... and, he thought angrily, I cannot even translate a mystery message. His lip curled and his eyes rolled as he shoved the paper back into the folder.

He threw himself into his chair behind the desk, and slouched. He sighed, enraged.

"I need a scotch..." he mumbled to himself, grabbed a pen from his pencil cup, and grabbed his weekly planner from the left corner of his roughly-organized desk.

He opened to the current date. October 29th, 1978. The Wednesday before the 31st, Halloween, on Friday. He 'Xed' off another square, filled with little notes for the day such as: 'Meeting at 12:00' or 'Lunch with Dr. Rankie'. The pen was red ink and stood out against the dull greens and blues of the planner's 29th square.

He closed the book, remembering the letter. "Time is limited before this date, then the dog will come out and chase the ball that has been bounced."

Loomis was assured that the date was Halloween.

There would be some sort of meeting or gathering (possible fight?) at five o' clock.

The dog would be Michael. Why was he referred to as a dog?

But what was the ball that was bounced? Why would Michael chase it?

What about all the other gibberish?

Plus, who would write such craziness?

Downtown Haddonfield:

Approximately seven-thousand miles North away from the heart of Downtown Chicago.

Approximately fifty miles South near Trendont. A small village located next to Haddonfield that was once famous for it's wonderful scenery and cheery atmosphere. This all still remains today, but secured only for the residents of Trendont. It was shunned from the newspaper, covered by the scandal in Haddonfield. The little baby boy in 1963 who had murdered his big sister. Although Trendont had absolutely nothing to do with the incident, people seemed to think that because they were close to the town where evil lived, they were bad too.

Residents of Trendont moved away, one-by-one, in fear that the psychotic killer Michael Myers would come after them.

But, also one-by-one, new people moved in. Whether they knew what went on in the neighboring town was unknown, but once they paid for the house, it was all said and done. They were there, in the eccentric, bright, safe neighborhood, until disaster decided to strike.

When it did strike, it was like Zeus' Lightning Bolt.

Madison Fitzgerald fiddled with her doll. It was a Mary-Jane doll, the new hottest toy. She had gotten in for her birthday, a few days ago, on the 19th of October. Madison loved her birthday, because it was close to Halloween. She got presents, and candy!

She had inquired to her mother what Halloween celebrated. Many times, actually. Her sister and her daddy and her brother too.

But no one spoke a word. They all just looked down at her tiny newly-six-year-old body and smiled a grim smile. Her mother willed her to leave the room, her father had bit his lip and walked away, her brother had shrugged and ignored her, and her sister was also too young to understand, so she said "I don't really know. Mommy and Daddy don't like to talk about it."

Madison learned to talk about certain things with her parents, and all others to her sister. There were certain subjects that pressed buttons inside their parent's mind, and get them a bit agitated. She could go to her brother Frankie for some things, but he was sixteen. He shrugged everything off... for his sisters were much younger. Madison was, as already stated, six, and her sister, Julian, was seven. He was obviously too cool for those little brats.

They conjured up theories as to what Halloween was all about and wrote them all down. Maybe they could be put in a book somewhere, the two girls figured.

"We could be famous for discovering the meaning of Halloween!" Julian had exclaimed once. It made them both giggle, for the thought of being famous seemed so out of reach. All dreams did, when you were six.

The house itself was pretty small. A tight fit, even though everyone, not including mommy and daddy, got their own room. It was two stories; all the bedrooms on top. It looked typical with all the other homes in the neighborhood around it. Grey siding, black roof, porch in the front, and the landscaping was colorful and rich. There was a garage attached to the house, and the door from the inside of the garage led to the kitchen/laundry room. It was a beautiful house, Madison's mother and father agreed. It certainly was splendid, compared to the small apartment they used to have.

Madison saw it as a magical castle. There were tall towers and the entire house was laid with medieval bricks. The Gods and Goddesses of Kingdom Puppies protected the castle, where Madison was the princess. She rode on a white unicorn every night, when she really lay in her bed. The ceiling peeled away to reveal a bright blue sky and rainbows, when Madison's eyes were really closed.

To Julian, it was a science lab with everything she could ever need to explore the universe.. Julian had heard that the house came with books, and was instantly elated at the news. She loved to read and loved to learn. For her birthday in March, she wanted the Escon 3.200 High-Powered Telescope. When she grew up, she wanted to be a scientist. Most girls her age didn't even know how to read adequately. Julian was sometimes amazed at how idiotic her peers could be.

In Frankie's eyes, it was only a house. He had been around longer than his sisters, and had been around for plenty of moves. It was another average move. They would be going to another place in the middle of nowhere in a few weeks. "Just wait," he thought, " nothing great will come of this stupid house." But, secretly, he loved the fact he had is own room.

The parents, Susan and Johnny Fitzgerald, saw this place as a new opportunity. A chance to start over. The family could leave behind all sorrow they had endured previously. No debt, they paid it all off. No obnoxious neighbors, they hoped. Nothing that had tainted their lives before.

There was also one more unexpected guest, and he was certainly unwelcome. He had never seen the house before... so it was all new to him. Then again, he had never been shown compassion before, too. No one gave him a hug or a smile.

But that was his fault.

So what did you people think? This is my first Halloween fanfiction, so I need to get to know the ropes a little bit. I hope you all liked the first chapter! Believe me, it gets more eventful in the second chapter and so-on. I just needed to introduce the characters, setting, etc.

Did I add suspense?

~Smiley1Face23