Inspired by the end off Halloween 6. Michael's son named Steven who was brought up by Tommy - 12 years later. Dr. Loomis was infected by the thorn he is Michael's Guardian also his son's. Will Dr. Garland (made up character, seeking a cure for young Steven, whom Dr. Loomis never found for his father) find out about the two Myers before it's too late?

Cast:-

Michael Myers

Steven (Myers) Doyle (Jamie's Son in H6)

Tommy Doyle

Dr. Loomis

Danny Strode (Kara Strode son in H6)

Chapter One

October 29th, Haddonfield, Illinois:

A young boy age only twelve sat in a room – empty room starring out of the window, his arms folded. He had short black hair, pale white face and he had deepest dead black eyes. He was watching the other boys and girls playing in the yard at the Haddonfield child clinic, dressed in Halloween costumes, with masks on, all playing, he was watching very patiently. They were all getting excited about Halloween tomorrow night, he never liked Halloween. He wasn't like the rest and he couldn't understand why, maybe he was too young to.

Tommy Doyle decided to bring little Steven back to Haddonfield when he noticed he started having nightmares and he wanted some advice from Dr. Loomis. He knew that it was Michael Myers nieces, Jamie who had the baby, but he never knew who the father was. Although, the last time he saw Jamie, she did say it was Michael's – but that couldn't be possible – could it? But he did know he had a connection with Michael – and knew one day he would come looking for him and Haddonfield wasn't the best place to bring Steven to, but he didn't know what else to do. He though Dr. Loomis would know. The only person who knew the truth about little Steven was in fact Dr. Loomis himself and he never told anybody in twelve years, that Michael was his father, partly to keep little Steven safe and partly because he didn't know how people would react to the news.

There was a sudden knock on the door and it opened very slowly, a tall man walked in followed by a short, stocky man, limping, clinging on a stick for support to keep him upright. The man walking on the stick was a face nobody in Haddonfield will forget in a hurry. Dr. Sam Loomis. And when he turns up, the town automatically think that trouble is around the corner. They are probably right, because it normally is. Especially this time of year. He approached the boy in the room. "Hello Steven" his voice was soft but also cracked in his age. He remembered when he used to say that to the boy's father many, many a year back when he would just turn to him and just stare right back at his face, through that mask with the blackest eyes, waiting… He had control over him know, he was the one who could keep him locked up and that was what he intended to do. Not Dr. Wynn. "Steven" he said again. "This is Doctor Garland" he introduced the tall man, dressed in a smart suit. "He is your Doctor from now on; he can help you more that I can."

Steven turned to Dr. Loomis. Loomis watched intently, he was just like his father; those dark eyes stared back at him. He swallowed at the thought. He was getting too old for this. He cursed himself in his head for letting this happen for so long. "I want you Dr. Loomis, my father has told me a lot about you" he said quietly – at least he could talk. Steven thought that Tommy was his father, ever since he found the boy in the toilets at the bus depot he had taken care of him. Nobody had told him any different. He seemed so innocent and harmless; those eyes told Loomis a different story, if only he knew who his real father was. He didn't even tell Dr. Garland that his father was in fact Michael Myers. He had locked that particular file away so nobody could read it. So the only one who knew the truth was in fact himself so he was the only one who could help the boy properly. To tell the truth he only involved Dr. Garland because when the time came he could pass the thorn on. Another victim. What did that make him?

"My dear boy" Dr. Loomis forwarded on Steven and grabbed him by the arm "You may not understand that what I'm doing for you know will in fact help you in later life. I will not always be around, Dr. Garland can give you more time then I can. Please listen to me…"

"Dr. Loomis – I think I should take over from here" Dr. Garland said pulling Loomis away from the boy, he quickly grabbed his stick to keep his balance, taking a few deep breaths.

Back at Smith Grove's, deep underground, the candles lit all around the room, burning slowly giving out the only light in the basement. A young woman walked down the lonely, dark corridor, aware off her surroundings. She seemed frightened as she continued down the endless passage. She grabbed her keys and started to shake as she found the right key to open a metal gate. She walked through and closed it behind her and locked it back up again. Her footsteps echoed as she came to her destination. Michael Myers cell. She was the one who had to check up on him, everyday. She wasn't aloud to tell anyone about it and she certainly didn't like the job, but she had no choice. It was under Dr. Loomis's orders.

She peered through the cell door, carefully not getting too close. Michael was sitting, straight backed against the wall. He never moved from that position, he seemed so patient, he moved his head from side to side slowly as if he was studying the woman that stood outside the cell. His white mask illuminated in the dark cell. "That's it for another day Michael" she said, she looked away from the cell containing Michael, you could tell she was frightened by the way she sounded and she would be glad to get out of this place. She would have to come down here tomorrow – Halloween of all days… She turned around and as she did she didn't notice Michael get to his feet. She checked the time with her watch – half four it read. She sighed. She turned back round and jumped at the sight of the man standing in front of her. He slipped his hand through the bars quickly, before she could get away and grabbed her by the neck firmly. She wasn't aware of how close she had been standing next to the cell. She struggled in his grip. "Michael!" she screamed, finding it hard to catch her breath as his grip tightened around her neck. He seamed to study her, before concentrating back, to what he was doing. He lifted her of the ground and held her up in the air with one hand around her neck. She shook violently, a few seconds went by and she hung lifelessly in his grip and her shoes slipped off her feet slowly. With his other hand he searched her pockets for the keys and found them. He let her drop to the floor and tried every key before coming to the right one which opened his cell.

Michael grabbed the woman he just killed by her feet and dragged her into his cell. He placed her by the wall where he was sitting and walked back out closing the doors behind him. He stared at her, studying her, examining her. He kicked her shoe's in the shadows before slowly turning and walking, making his way out of Smith Grove once again.