Halloween:

Revelations

Started: January 10th, 2004, 2:18AM EST

"When Michael Myers was six years old, he stabbed his sister… to death. For years, he was locked up… locked away in Smith's Grove Sanitorium. But he escaped; and suddenly Halloween was another word… for mayhem. He needed to wipe out his entire family. He struck them down at night, and always on Halloween. The police tried everything to stop him, he over came them all… and disappeared. The world thought him dead, but I… I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure… Michael Myers… had died."
-Dr. Sam Loomis

Prologue

The storm had long since past on the town of Haddonfield, Illinois. The dark clouds had passed over… disappearing into a never-ending horizon directed at the future. A sort of dream-like state moved once again over the small town, a dream that would forget things… thing of importance, things that would affect the future. They would forget the deaths… they would forget the countless bodies strewn across the town over the last nearly three decades. They would forget that 'blank, pale… emotionless face.' But there are those whom refuse to forget… and those who can't. That night of terror was forever imprinted on the mind of a young girl, named Gina.

Halloween night, 2003. A night she would never forget. Her friends, family… all murdered, killed by the man behind a white mask. The evil that plagued the world for nearly a quarter of a century had taken a new death toll… and a new agenda. Under the control of Dr. Terrence Wynn, former head of Smith's Grove Sanitarium, Michael attempted to kill Gina… but was unsuccessful in his attempts. Gina escaped… with the help of John Tate… son of the late Laurie Strode… Michael Myers sister and original Halloween night survivor.

They escaped into the wilderness of a cabin… with Tommy Doyle… and other survivors. But they were followed… and Gina and Chris were kidnapped. Tommy and John were both forced to Return to Haddonfield… in order to try and put to an end the horror once and for all.

But as we all know… true evil never dies. Michael escaped… and disappeared into the night once again. And Gina was left injured…almost near death… after her little brother, Chris attempted to murder her with a kitchen knife. He's gone under the control of Wynn… thanks to the power of the Thorn rune that controls both Michael, and now, Chris as well.

Chris was locked up, locked away in Smith's Grove… much like Michael was for so many years. He became a catatonic that night; and has not spoken a word since.

Now, it's a year later… Halloween night once again. Gina was finally beginning to accept the fact that it may be finally over… that the torment she suffered for nearly a year was over once and for all. That once and for all, it could actually be over. But the fates wouldn't have it that way, they couldn't… Michael had followed her, and attempted to kill her once again.

But she escaped, back into the night… remembering the terror in which was Reborn that Halloween night only merely one year ago. She would be running from the terror, from the evil… from Michael Myers.

Trapped In Haddonfield

"I watched him for fifteen years, sitting in a room, staring at a wall, not seeing the wall, looking past the wall; looking at this night, inhumanly patient, waiting for some secret, silent alarm to trigger him off."

-Dr. Sam Loomis

Chapter 1

"It can't be, it just can't be…" Gina would begin to exclaim, hugging herself lightly and rocking back and forth, as the car continued on down the dark night's road. "He can't be back… he just can't be!"

John Parker would look to her, but return his eyes back to the road. At this very moment, he attempted to make sense of everything that had just occurred. First, he was having a decent, calm conversation with Gina, a very attractive girl. Everything seemed to be as sane as possible. Next thing he knew, a young girl covered in blood runs up, and someone dressed in a white mask was chasing after them. His mind would come to two conclusions; first, this is some sort of Halloween prank these two, and his friends, we're pulling on him. The second thing, well, was something he really didn't wish to be the truth. He couldn't imagine it to.

That would be that Michael Myers was alive… and back in Haddonfield, and that was him, whom had just murdered someone, and attempted to take the life of this young girl. He would attempt to try and make some sort of understanding of everything- but when some deranged psycho attempts to kill you, he'd have to imagine you too would be unable to comprehend things for a few minutes. As he would calm himself enough to finally speak, he would do it, without ever turning his head.

"Was that who I thought it was, Gina?" He would receive no answer from Gina. She would merely sit there, hugging herself gently, body curled into a fetal position in the passenger-side seat of the car. He would look back into the rearview mirror, back at Kala, whom would be shaking gently, using her hand to attempt to wash blood off of her face.

Gina at this moment would finally click into some state of mental sanity. All this time she thought it had been some terrible nightmare she couldn't wake up from… but now, she came to the realization that she must take control of the current situation. With a calm, and somewhat level head, she would begin to speak.

"John… that was Michael Myers… and he is back… to kill me."

Finally getting some response, he would turn to her only for a moment, and would then return his gaze back onto the road. "I just don't understand why you… and why now."

She would look to him, and merely laugh. "It's his day, that's why."

Looking to her, he would shake his head lightly. "His… day?"

"Samhain. Halloween. Today is the day he must do what he was destined to do."

"What's that," he would say, eyes back on the road. Sighing, she would return the response.

"The entire murder of his family. He killed his one sister… then he got his niece. He got the other sister… and now the only ones left are his great nephew, Steven… and John Tate, Laurie Strode's son…"

"Laurie Strode… yeah… original survivor. She died in a car wreck, didn't she?"

"She faked her death, and hid out with her son. Back in nineteen ninety eight… he found her at a private school she had been working for. He killed more and more… until she believed she got the better of him, and chopped his head off with an ax. But that wasn't Michael… he's too smart for that. It was a cop… Michael had switched places. Three years ago… he found Laurie in a mental institution… and murdered her, too. As I said… all that's left, is John, and Steven. Once they are gone, one hell ends…"

"…And another begins…" Kala finished off Gina's sentence.

"…Yes. For every generation… a single boy is chosen to wipe out his entire family… in order to protect an entire tribe from death… sacrifices to the Druidic Gods."

"It would seem you've done your homework," John would quip.

She would merely shake her head. "Tommy is a good teacher… but no, I don't know half this stuff… I just know what it means."

"…And what's that?"

"…Michaels turn as the chosen one is long since overdue to end. That means… once he kills them both, it ends, and another will be chosen to take his place."

"Shit… I'd hate to be that poor boy right now."

"…That poor boy is my brother."

They would both look to her, faces of surprise running over them. John would once more return is gaze back onto the road. "Where do we go now, Gina? Where can you hide?"

"You can't hide from evil. It knows exactly who you are, where you are, at all times. It follows you. It feeds on your fears… it builds its strength from a person's inability to resist the darkness within themselves. What I am getting at… is that evil is something that can't be destroyed… only stopped for a short amount of time. Until…"

"Until its ready to come back," Kala would say. Once more, they both look back to her, with look of surprises on their face. She would merely look to both of them. "Well… its just… obvious…"

They would return their looks back forward, at the long, windy road. Lights would suddenly appear from ahead, and would blind John and Gina's view. Almost immediately, their hands would shoot up, blocking the blinding light. As it would dim, a van would rip past them, dragging into the side of John's car, damaging it. Instinct would kick in, and John would immediately turn the steering wheel, and the car would veer off course. It would drive through a guard rail, and would begin to fly forward, gently tilting to the side, until it smashed into a tree, falling down. The car would settle down on the grounds, shards of glass and metal debris falling all around the landing spot of the car.

Gina would slowly lift up her head, touching her forehead with her hand. She would pull it back, a warm, red liquid would cover her finger tips. She would immediately act out of instinct, and go to John, whom was trapped in his seatbelt.

"John…"

"Check on Kala!" He would continue to try and open the seatbelt, attempting to free himself.

Gina would pull herself into the back seat, where Kala was. She would gently shake her. "Kala?" There would be no response. Gina's eyes would slowly widen.

"John! Kala… I think… she's unconscious!"

"Get her out of the car, now. I'll be out in a minute."

"But… John.."

"Now! And hurry!"

Without much thought, she would merely nod her head in agreement. She would slowly pull her foot back, kicking the car door open, as she would slowly pull herself from the car. She would grab her, and would begin to pull her from the wreckage. As soon as she got her out of the car, John would scream to her.

"Get her as far away from the car as possible."

"Why?"

"Do it, now Gina!"

Once again, she would not answer back. She would merely turn back around, and would walk forward away from the wrecked car. As she was a good enough distance away, she would turn back to head back to the car. As she would turn, she would begin to walk.

By then, a chain of events would have already began… and the ball had already began to roll. The reason John wanted her to get herself and Kala so far away from the car… was about to become blatantly apparent.

Suddenly, from in front of her, a huge ball of flame would radiate from the car, as she would take a step back. The sudden blast would knock her back on her ass, and to the ground. The car would explode in a huge ball of flame and smoke; flaming debris would float through the air, coming back down and smashing into the ground. Gina would scurry back over to Kala, lying on top of her, in an attempt to block her from getting harmed at all from the massive balls of fire soaring into the air, and would be crashing back down to earth.

An eternity would seem to pass Gina by before she would be able to rise back up from her position down upon the ground..

Chapter 2

Gina would slowly pull Kala out to the road, dragging her slowly. She would stand, waving her hands at a passing car, which would merely continue down the road. She would rush back to Kala, kneeling beside her. She would gently stroke her cheek, looking down to her.

"Kala… you better not die on me… you hear?"

She would continue to nurse Kala, while a car's headlights would appear on the road. Immediately she'd rise to her feet, and run out into the road, waving her arms around, screaming. The car would come to a stop, and a young woman would come out of the car.

"Help me," exclaimed Gina, "my friend is hurt badly!"

The woman rush over to the side of the road with Gina, and they would both kneel beside her.

"God, this looks bad," the woman would say, looking up to Gina. "Help me get her into the car, I'll get you two to Haddonfield Memorial Hospital."

Gina's eyes would shoot up to her. "We can't go there," she would exclaim.

"It's the closest one," she returned. "If we don't get her there soon, she may die. Now help me get her into the car."

Gina would just move to Kala's side, and lift her up onto his shoulder, while the woman helped. They dragged Kala's unconscious body to the car, and would open the back door, and lay her down in the backseat. Gina would jump in after her, laying Kala's head upon her lap.

The woman would immediately close the door, and jump back into the front seat. She would put the car back into drive, and would begin to drive down the road.

Gina's eyes remained carefully observant of Kala, worried about her state.

"What happened," the woman would ask Gina, looking at her through the rearview mirror of the car. In the mirror, her eyes would seem to be strong and steady; watchful and curious.

Gina would look into the mirror, seeing her eyes, with a sort of a affixed gaze. "We were in an auto accident… my friend's car veered off the road, and crushed."

"She looks a bit young to drive, isn't she?"

Gina would merely look down. "John was in the car when it exploded…"

The woman would merely look back, and return her eyes back to the road. "I'm sorry to hear that… my name is Maxine… Maxine Fletcher. What's yours?"

"Gina… and this is Kala…"

"…Not Kala Strode, is it?"

"…The same."

"I know her father… a very good man… but why is she out in the middle of the highway, injured, and so far away from her home?"

Gina would look up, and could not come up with an answer. She knew the truth, but was too fearful to speak it. What is the woman didn't believe her? She'd really be in a bind, and she refused to get stuck in one right now. She would merely lie to her. "We were going out of town to Clarksville… there was a party. A truck swerved off into our path, and at the last second, John turned. Next thing I know… the car is totaled, and I'm pulling Kala here from the wreckage."

Maxine would merely nod, using a hand to move brown strands of hair from her ear. She would take another look back, icy cold eyes seeming to glare upon Gina angrily. "I see. The hospital is no more than five minutes from here, she'll be fine."

Gina would look up to Maxine, and would lean in. "Do you have a cellular phone, Ms. Fletcher?"

"I do… why?"

"I need to make a phone call… its important."

She would nod, pulling the small Nokia phone from her pocket, handing it back to Gina. "There… but there isn't much time, so please make it as quick as possible."

Nodding, Gina would look back down at the phone, and would begin to dial in numbers. She would put the phone up to her, and listened through the ringing. It would click over, as she heard a voice.

"Hello… John? It's Gina…" She would look back up to the rear view mirror, seeing Maxine's eyes were temporarily off her. She would lightly whisper to him, stroking Kala's hair. "It's Halloween… John… and he's come back."

Chapter 3

"All right… I understand. I'll be there in twenty minutes… yeah… bye." He would hang the phone up, putting a hand on his face. Had it already been a year since that night? He couldn't really believe it himself, that only one year ago, this monster attempted to kill him again. And now he's back… back once more. John would sit in a chair for a minute, just thinking to himself, and attempting to make some sense of what he had just heard.

"Haddonfield Memorial Hospital… that's where I gotta go." He would quickly stand up, and would head to the door. Stopping, he would turn back around, walking over to the mantle of a fire place, where a shotgun rack was. He would pull out a singular barreled gun, and would begin to load it with shells. He would pocket a few more, turning, and heading back out, climbing inside of his Jeep.

Molly would slowly walk out of the house, hearing the Jeep starting up. She would run to it, grabbing the door, and knocking it. John would stick his head out of the window, looking to her.

"Jonathan Tate… where do you think you're going," she said to him, hands resting upon her hips.

"Its that girl, Gina… Michael's after her, and I gotta try and stop him, once and for all."

"John… don't. You're safe here, with me, he hasn't come bac-"

"Because it's Halloween, dear. He only goes after his victims on Halloween."

She would suddenly become frustrated. "Damn it John, I know, I know." She would roll her eyes. "All this bullshit about Michael Myers, and 'thorn,' and some old cult of bed sheet wearers. You don't need to jump into it again, you don't. Tommy can go."

He would look forward. "Tommy can't, I lost contact with him over three months ago."

"Then stay, damn it! We don't have to fight him, we can-"

"Run?" He would turn, looking to her, eyes full of passion and anger. "I ran all my life, Molly. They day I was born, I was running from a pussy in a white mask, who hacks up his family members. I ran that night at Hillcrest, too, and we left my mother to fight him. And I ran away when she was institutionalized, and she ended up getting killed. I can't run anymore, Molly, this ends here, and tonight." He would look to her, pulling the car in drive. He would look away, as the Jeep would slowly pull off down the road, away from Molly, who would merely stand there, utterly speechless.

"John Tate… you'd best come back here." She would slowly turn, and walk into the house, shutting the door. She would walk into the kitchen, as the phone would ring. She would merely shake her head. "That's probably him calling to apologize to me."

She would slowly walk over, picking up the cordless phone, and talking.

"Hello?"

"Your time on this Earth is done now, Molly Tate." That deep voice would rumble through her ears, as she would look up, and turn to her side. Just outside a window, she saw that man… the man in black. She would drop the phone to the ground, looking there. Once more a voice would radiate from the phone.

"Happy Halloween." Just then, there would be the loud cry of a gunshot, following by shattering glass. Molly would never see the bullet coming at her, which would rip through her skull like a knife through tin foil. Her near lifeless body would limply fall to the ground, as the man in black would lower his gun, and turn away, jumping into the van, which would take off down the road back into Haddonfield.

Chapter 4

Gina would slowly carry Kala into the hospital, looking all around. Immediately, the nurse at the main desk would rush into the back, calling for assistance. She would rush back out, taking the young girl, and putting her on a stretcher. Gina would merely watch as she would be carted off into the great unknown.

Maxine would follow in after they had moved Kala into the main part of the hospital. She would walk up a nurse, and would whisper something to her.

Gina was too much in deep though at the moment, to notice. She was wondering if Kala was going to be all right. She didn't even notice as a nurse and a doctor would take her into a room, until she was already inside. They would close the door.

"Hello… Dr. Mixter," Gina would say to the old man. She'd known Dr. Herbert Mixter all of her life. He was, after all, the man who brought her into the world. The man who stitched her up after she cut her chin on a knife, and the own who put the cast upon her arm when she fell from Timmy DuWell's tree house. But all that seemed rather trivial the more Gina would think about it.

"Hello Gina… am I to understand that you were in a car accident with… Kala Strode… and Jonathan Parker?"

She would nod her head. "Yes… Dr. Mixter."

He would look back to a nurse, and she would walk off. He would turn back around, and walk up to her. "Gina… we need to run some tests. We believe you may have some internal injuries. Is that all right?"

She would nod her head once again, as the nurse would once again return, holding a needle. She would test it, as she would move up to Gina.

Gina would back away, looking terrified. "No! I can't be put to sleep!"

"No, Gina… its not sleeping medication. It's a pain reliever."

"But I don't feel any pai-"

"You will, because you're body is running on adrenaline. Once that runs out, your entire body will be as sore as a horses batoot. If we give you this now, you won't feel anything." She would still seem a bit reluctant towards him, even after his explanation. "Come on, Gina… its me… Dr. Mixter. I'm not some psychopathic killer, or something."

She would, still a bit reluctant, move her arm outward. The nurse would prep her arm for the needle. Dr. Mixter would only smile to her. "Only for pain," she would ask.

His smile would widen. "Only for pain."

That smile would calm her fears, almost immediately. She would smile back to him. She would look to the nurse, whom would seem to slowly push back away from her. But she wasn't moving, at all. She stood in the same place. She would turn to Dr. Mixter, who was still smiling. In a deep, and slow voice, she would hear him.

"Goodnight, Gina." But she would only hear the "goodnight." She was unconscious.

Chapter 5

"Its not right," John Tate would scream at the two beastly guards standing outside of the hospital main entrance. "I have a right to see my friend."

"In Haddonfield, you have no rights," one would say to him. "No one is allowed to go inside of the building. We have two attempted murder victims… not a single person, especially a shady a character as you."

"This is bullshit!" John would scream, trying to push past them. But they both turned, making a blockade wall, blocking him from getting any further. He would then be knocked back, and would fall onto the ground, ass first. He would look up to them, as they would once again turn back to their stone faced look. He would stand up, walking back to his Jeep. He would climb inside, and would drive off back down the road. He would stop a few blocks away, pulling the shotgun from the backseat, and a pair of binoculars.

He would climb out of the Jeep, and would begin to run back towards the hospital. When he was close enough to be seen, he would hide behind a tree. He would peek his head out a bit, putting the binoculars to his eyes, and looking at the men. He would see a black clothed man walking up to them, and they would turn around, and following the man in black back into the hospital. He would drop the binoculars to the ground, and would run back towards the hospital.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, he could see inside the front entrance… no one was to be seen. This seemed too peculiar to him. He would slowly walk into the front entrance, and would look around. Still, everything seemed quiet and peaceful… far too quiet. He would continue in a bit further when he would hear a step. He would turn, aiming the gun.

"I told you to leave here," one of the bulking men would say. "Now, go, before someone has to get hurt."

"Yeah, that's you." He would pump the shotgun, firing off a single shotgun blast. It would immediately hit the man, driving him toward the ground. John would merely look to him, as something would smash over his head, and he would fall to the ground, dropping the shotgun.

It was the other guard, hard gaze staring down at John. The heavy footsteps would be heard, as The Man in Black, Terrance Wynn, would walk into the room, picking up the shotgun. He would cock it once, a shell flying out. He would do it again and again, until the gun was empty. He would then toss it away, the metal smacking against the ground.

"Jacob… take our guest here down to electroshock therapy… tell Mixter it needs to be full power. And, Jason, you get cleaned up." He would turn, walking away, disappearing down one of the hallways. Jacob would pick up John, lifting him into the air. He would look down to Jason on the floor, he would rise up now, blood pouring from the wounds created by the shotgun blast. They would look at each other, and then, would synchronized, turn away, and walk in opposite directions.

Chapter 6

Gina would slowly awaken from her slumber. Her eyes would be blurry at first, and she would not be able to make anything out that was in front of her. She would attempt to look all around her, but, everyone was still moving too slowly out of the blurriness. She would eventually get her vision back, and would see she was in the examination room of the hospital. She would look up, and would see her hands were strapped down above her head. She would look all around, and would start to begin breathing deeply. She would cry out for help… but nothing would come out.

She could now feel some sort of collar on her neck… when she tried to speak, it would seem to not let her. She would begin to cry, now, trying to free her hands from the binds. She would close her eyes; thinking this was a dream; hoping when she would reopen them, that she would awaken from this horrible nightmare. But when she opened her eyes; she was still in that room, strapped down, unable to speak.

The door would open, and Dr. Mixter would walk in, looking to her. "Gina… I'm sorry we had to do this to you. But you can't leave here now… we need you for the sacrifice… to begin to new generation. I was hoping you wouldn't be picked… but I am afraid that your friend Tommy Doyle and that Strode woman and her child ruined things. Now, you and your little brother are stuck with this burden."

He would put his cold hand upon her face, and would pull open her eye, putting the light into her eye, examining her much like a normal doctor would. In anger, she would bite down upon his hand. He would let out a shrilled shriek, and would then pull his hand away.

"Now we can't have that, Gina." He would draw back his hand, slapping her across the face. She would look back to him, tears streaming down her face, but raged filled deep within her eyes. A rage that would enter into his mind, telling him… if she ever freed herself, she would kill him. He would only smirk, turning to the door, as the man in black would walk in, looking to her.

"Its time," he would say to Dr. Mixter, and would turn and leave. He would turn back around towards her.

"Seems things are moving faster than we initially planned. It seems you're about to be Chris' first sacrifice."

He would walk over to her, taking the color off of her neck.

"You have my brother?"

He would begin to prep a needle, turning back to her. "You'll see him soon enough." He would jab her in the neck, and would inject the liquid into her neck. She would grunt, and make one more cry out, before she would fall into the world of unconsciousness once more.

She would awaken, later, just as she had before. She would be tied down; this time, in some sort of cavernous room she'd never seen before. She would struggle to try and free herself once again. But it was useless, as it had been before. She would lift her head, seeing she was in some sort of white gown; she would struggle to free herself.

She would now see Michael in the corner, just standing there. She would not move whatsoever at this point; she was too afraid. Below her, what she didn't see, was the huge crowd of robed figures, and a single one moving forward, and up to just behind her, with a smaller robed figure in front of her. She would look up, as the hood would come off. It would be Wynn. He would look down to her, with a smile.

"And thus… the ritual begins once again… this time, hopefully… won't be interrupted. 'Oh, powerful deity, Samhain… bless us, and take this first sacrifice… to begin a new harvest, for the power of the Thorn compels us all.' Will the bring up the ritual dagger?"

A man would slowly walk up, standing behind Wynn, holding a pillow with a small dagger upon it. Wynn would look down to her, pulling the hood off of the smaller robed figure; it was Chris. His eyes had disappeared; they were now two blackened, and dark, orbs in his eye sockets.

"Oh God… Chris… what have you done to him?"

Wynn would kneel beside Chris, looking to him. "This is your rites of passage… kill for him, Chris. Kill for him."

Chris would turn around, to take the dagger. But it wasn't there. Wynn would turn, but it would be too late; a knife blade was pressed to his throat.

"Once again, your plot is foiled," a voice would say, the one holding the blade to his throat. "Now… untie her immediately, or else he dies."

"Do as he says," Wynn would say, looking back. The hood would drop back. It was Tommy. "You can't win, Wynn."

"I offered this to you once before… and I will again… join us… you'd be powerful… resistant to pain… Tommy… I can show you a world you never believed imaginable."

"And my same answer… fuck you, Wynn."

Gina would get up, and run to just behind Tommy. She would whisper into his ear. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me now," he would say. "Thank me when we get out of here."

"There is no thanks needed, you won't get out," Wynn would say to them.

"He's right… a screw up as always, Dr. Wynn. It's been foiled. Now Michael will need to kill all of them." A voice would say. Light footsteps would be heart, as both Gina and Tommy would turn towards the voice. A man, dressed in a suit, would look to them, with a bit of a smile.

"Who's that," Gina would ask, looking at the man's mostly bald head.

"It… can't… be…" Tommy would say, backing away from Wynn, whom would move forward, past the form.

"Who is it," she would demand from him.

"Dr. Loomis… I… its not possible. You're dead!"

He would merely laugh. "I'm not dead. In fact, I'm very much alive."

Tommy would shake his head almost immediately. "Its not possible, you died!"

He would pull up a hand gun, aiming it at Tommy. "You fool. You don't get it, do you. Why do you think Michael didn't kill me from the very beginning? It was never Wynn in control… it was me. I relinquished that title, to Wynn… so I could lead those whom were up for sacrifice to their deaths." He would cock the hammer back. "It is unfortunate you did not take Wynn's proposal. I will have to kill you now."

There would be a cocking sound, and a gun barrel would press into Loomis' back. "Drop the gun, you son of a bitch."

Loomis would laugh. "John Tate…. Or should I say… John Strode. Wait, no… John Myers. Has a better ring to it."

"I will kill you right here and now, if you don't drop that gun."

He would drop the gun to the ground. John would move around to the front, picking up the handgun, and moving over to Tommy. He would hand Tommy the handgun, and would aim the shotgun down at Loomis.

"Poor kids… you really do not understand this, do you? Michael isn't the only one with powers… you know." Loomis would turn around, as those two bulking behemoths would move forward, and would stand behind him.

"No way," John would say, "That's impossible! I killed that guy!"

Loomis would shake his head. "Every resident- every adult resident, of Haddonfield… is with us. Upon turning 18... They join with us. They are gifted with the power of regeneration… much like Michael, over there. Michael is the reason we all live… see… Laurie was the first… she was 17. Anyone with her would not be able to join… thus… the Strode's could not join. Neither could you, Tommy. That night you were with her put you on the list. So is Stephen, Kara and Danny Strode. Oh, and Molly, John? Lets just say things are taken care of."

"You son of a bitch!" He would push in front of Tommy, aiming the shotgun down. The two guards would move in front of him, and he would fire upon them, both of them falling down from the pellets. But immediately, they would stand back up, looking to him.

"You still don't get it, John. Victory is inevitable now. Don't you understand? Everyone was involved… Michael's parents. Sheriff Brackett, Sheriff Meeker. Dr. Mixter… your friend Gina? He, too, was supposedly killed by Michael, and escaped." He would smile, smirking lightly. "This is where it ends for you. This is where it ends for all of you."

Tommy would lowly whisper to Gina. "Take your brother… and run from here. Me and John will take care of this. Get that girl you brought with you… and get the fuck out of here. My car is parked behind the building… now… run."

"But I can't leave you guys."

"Go!" John would scream to her. She would look up, and would listen. She would pick up her younger brother, and would begin to run as fast as she could out of the cavernous room. She would run out now into some sort of boiler room. She would look back, and hot on her trail, would be none other than the Shape. She would let out a quick scream, and would continue to run, still holding her brother closely to her. She would run into a corner, and would be trapped. She turn around, as The Shape would appear, a knife clutched into his hand.

She would back into a corner, looking forward at him. She would look to her, tilting his head. She would scream, clutching to her brother tightly.

"Take this, you son of a bitch." Michael wouldn't have enough time to react. A metal pipe would come down, hitting a valve handle. A giant gust of steam would shoot out, the valve handle smacking into Michael's head. He would fall off the walkway, falling down to the ground. Once the steam would clear, there, standing in front of her, was John Parker.

"My God, John, you're alive!" She would cry out, moving toward him. He would put his hand out, as if stopping her. Then, she would see it. The mark of thorn upon his wrist. She would look back up to him, and would hug to her brother tightly. She would back up once more, into a corner. She would lower down to her knees crying out for help that would never come.