A/N:Hello everyone, I am finally back to typing. Here is my very first Halloween/Friday the 13th/Other slasher films story. This Story is a story of many and I decided to start with the well known killer, Michael Myers first. This story is not really romance but really a good friendship fluff between my character, Riley and Haddonfield's famous ex-killer. This Halloween is based off of Rob Zombie's 2007 film. Please be gentle with reviews on this chap, it is my first try on horror fanfiction and I hope you all like it. The story might have seven up to ten chapters plus two bonus treats for you all that stick to the story until the end. So like every story I make I have to do the disclaimer, I do not own Halloween in anyway and I do not make money off of this fic, it is merely for fun. However, I do copyright Riley Spyder. My OC which has glimpses of myself in it. This is a little short but the next chap is around 2,000 words. So please enjoy!
Strings of profanity sounded through the air as the two medical officials strained to keep a firm grip on their temporary patient. However, the action was easier said than done. Due to the fact that the teen thrashed roughly around in their arms, elbowing them in the gut occasionally and sending heated glares at her assailants. One managed to restrain her, while his companion roughly snatched her by her chin and proceed to attempt to wrench open her mouth to deliver the sedative. The threat to call in more officials with restraints finally reached her, causing her spasms of defiance to die down. The two men let out a grunt of triumph as they pried open her jaws and slid the single pill in before tilting a glass of water to her lips. She obediently sipped the water and swallowed the liquid along with her pride. She observed the two as they gathered their belongings before advancing out the door and locking it behind them, the swift click of the lock rang in her eardrums. She knew without a doubt that the asinine psychiatrist had sweet-talked her parents into this punishment. He assured them that "Smith's Grove Sanitarium" was a paradise. The corner of her mouth twitched and she spat the dissolving pill out of her mouth, watching as it skidded across the floor and hit the opposite wall. A recollection of past events flashed in her head; a few insults exchanged and then a blur of punches and the color of vermillion red. Sending a fellow peer to the hospital seemed to be the last straw for her parents. She wondered what her parents were thinking, her father was probably going on an emotional rampage; breaking many of the furniture in the house before leaving to drink his sorrow away. Her mother… her mother she was probably bawling her eyes out.
Riley mentally cursed at the predicament she had fallen into and leaned against the wall in silence. A week of therapy and evaluation was left in her wake. The cell that was picked out especially for her was bare and lifeless. Riley hung her head down and gazed at the beige concrete beneath her, waiting for the week to end. Staggering to her feet she approached the door of her room, her hands clutching the hem of her pale blue hospital shirt tightly. She glanced down at the matching blue pants and her bare toes before glancing through the screen window the door provided. She took a gander down the hall and scanned the other cells, a particular one popped out and she silently read the name plate. Her lips parted and her brow furrowed slightly, she racked her brain for a few moments before finally grasping the memory. Her parents had told her the story of the man that had given Haddonfield a grim history long ago, exactly fourteen years ago. She had asked them upon finding many old newspapers in the basement when she was around the age of nine and the story in the paper had many parts cut out. With the curiosity of a child she had asked them about the man and they had told her, after much convincing.
Riley glanced up at the ceiling with a bemused expression. At the innocent age of ten, the boy; now a man had murdered half of his family on a crisp Halloween night. The boy had been showing instincts of psychopathic tendencies due to the fact that he had perhaps killed animals and taken pictures of their demise. Rumors were had been a subject to abuse from members of his household, besides his mother who worked as an erotic dancer to keep food on the table and his young baby sister. The boy killed his older sister, her boyfriend, and his mother's boyfriend. Another rumor was that a year after his entering at this hospital that he killed a nurse, but rumors were sometimes a lie to beckon more people to gossip. She glanced back down the hall again and tilted her head, standing on the tips of her toes to get a better view into the cell.
A slight tap on the screen caused her to snap out of the stupor and glance at a slightly aged kind face, she stumbled back a bit and he only smiled at her reaction before giving a wave through the screen. Riley returned the smile half-heartedly and scanned him over a bit. He appeared to be a late at night janitor, due to his long navy blue jumpsuit and a mop in hand. He had
He then spoke with a smile, "Don't worry, the first night seems rough at first but you will be okay. I'm the janitor in this hall, I'll check on you during my shift and hey I'll even talk if you're up to it." He paused a bit before glancing at the clock, "My name is Ismael Cruz by the way, and I got to leave to work of my shift but I'll speak to you tomorrow and you're gonna be speaking with Dr. Loomis tomorrow. Don't worry he's a good man."
She nodded idly and waved as he walked down the hall, mop in hand and bucket in tow. She then retreated over to the bed and took a seat before lying on her back. She had a name. Doctor Loomis, the child psychiatrist that had suggested this institution in the beginning. She then heard the janitor speak in a hushed tone down the hall, just as he did with her. Riley closed her eyes before drifting off to sleep slowly, and as she did she remembered the name. Michael Myers.