Mace Ecam Proudly Presents:
A Kim Possible/Halloween Crossover Fanfic
These Are the Eyes of Pure Evil
As Adopted from Mike Industries.
A/N: Here's the deal guys. This fic was started my Mike Industries, who promptly grew tired of it and put it up for adoption. I accepted, and now it is mine. I have posted this first chapter exactly as it was written by Mike.
Mike Industries Proudly Presents
A Kim Possible/Halloween Crossover Fanfic
These Are the Eyes of Pure Evil
A/N: Welcome one and all to the latest plot idea from M.I. If you are turned off by anything to do with crossovers, then I suggest you leave now. This is the first ever crossover fic I have written, and a lot of studying of the Halloween movies did take place while writing this first entry into the story. There is going to be a new side to the story though, unlike the traditional setting of the movies, You will be able to glance at the thoughts of Michael Myers. That should put an interesting spin on things.
Prologue: The House of Pure Evil
October 28th
Three Days Before Halloween
"Well Miss Go, what do you think of the house?" Mrs. Jenson asked the potential buyer.
"Well it is old, and it does need some fixing up. I think this place will do just fine. How much was it again?" A woman dressed in a green and black patterned jumpsuit replied. Shego was out lair shopping for Drakken, since his last one exploded after Kim Possible foiled his evil plan of super toilets. Shego did not want to even know the full extent of the plan after the mention of "toilet".
"Ten thousand, for the land and old home."
"I just have to make a quick phone call and I will let you know."
"Take your time." Mrs. Jenson stated. She was in hopes that this green woman would buy the home. The real estate company hadn't been able to sell the old home for over 25 years.
Shego pushed the buttons on her cell phone and found Dr. Drakken's number. She hit the call button, and waited for the evil blue guy to answer.
"Hello Shego, how is the market going for you?"
"Well I found a really old house that we could probably tear down."
"Is it cheaper than seventy thousand dollars? That's all I can find around these parts."
"It's ten grand. And it has enough land to make us a nice small lair, out of the way from the known world."
"Really, where at?"
"Haddonfield."
"Haddonfield!? Haddonfield, Illinois? Shego, please don't tell me that the house you looked at is the old Myers' home."
"Why?"
"Do you not know the story of Michael Myers?"
"The actor?"
"No, the killer! Shego, Don't buy that house!"
"Why are you afraid of a house Dr. D.?"
"Because, brutal murders took place in that house. Michael did them all. He killed his older sister first when he was just a little boy. Then he went after his baby sister, Laurie Strode, 15 years later. It took him over 23 years to finally kill her. Then he went back to his house, where one of those internet reality shows was taking place. 6 students were to stay in that house over night and discover the secret of Michael's past. Little did the creator of the show know that Michael was actually there, and he killed 5 of the kids. Michael has been missing ever since. His body was taken to a morgue as he was thought to be dead, but he awoke, and escaped. If anything Shego, he is back at his home, staying away from the world, because his house is like his sanctuary."
"How do you know all of that?"
"Internet, but that is besides the point Shego. Do not buy that house!"
"It's not like we are going to live in that old thing. I thought you would tear it down and build a lair here."
"Shego, do not push me. The land is cursed! We will not buy it, understand?"
"Yes, are we at least still going to a movie tonight?"
"Sure we are Shego, I was thinking we go see The Magical World of Ponies."
"See, this is why I pick the movies. I'll talk to you when I get back to the motel."
"Miss Go? Are you going to buy?"
"Apparently my boss does not want this because of Michael Myers."
"Oh, I see… Every time we get close to selling, someone has to blab about him."
"You mean, it's all true? The killing?"
"Every bit of it."
Both of the woman stood and talked outside the front door, unaware of something lurking in the shadows of the house.
The breathing was heavy. The steps were slow and quiet. The eyes were as black as the night sky.
Michael stood and watched the two women. His eyes focused onto the dark haired one. Never before in his life had he seen a green skinned woman, and he was quite fascinated. He listened to the conversation, discovering the green one was a potential buyer for his home. He remained still, looking out the old screen door.
"So where are you staying at Miss Go?"
"I'm at the Drive City Inn over in Chicago. We are just desperately looking for a new place since our old one burnt down."
"I wish you good luck in you search."
"Thanks. But I am going to work my boss. This one is perfect for us, he just doesn't understand that yet."
Michael turned away from the door and headed back downstairs to his underground room. Nobody could have his house. The anger began rebuilding inside of him, the rage began to fill. Michael was feeling the power of being unstoppable yet again. He reached for something on his old and rickety table next to his stained and beaten bed. He stared into it.
It was a bluish - pale white color. It's eyes were wide enough to see the black in his. It showed no emotion in its character. No smile, no frown.
The mask was calling him again. The need to wear it resurfaced. His ugliness needed to be hidden from the world. With the mask on, he could do anything he wanted.
Any form of sanity disappeared that night as he left his home. Michael Myers was on a new vengeance of blood and brutality.
He stood in the darkness of night, staring off into the distance. His next destination was in the direction he was facing.
An man with bright white hair in his thirties was looking out his window. He lived in a tan house across from the old Myers' home. He was constantly watching the house, making sure nothing suspicious was happening. Being the forgotten son of Sam Loomis was appealing to him. His mother never told Sam about the child, for reasons she called as precautions. She believed Sam to be a psychopath. His mother finally told him when he was eighteen; and ever since then he studied his fathers work on Michael in hopes of one day finding him and destroying Michael once and for all. Finally, on that dark and gloomy night, He saw what he had been waiting for. Michael Myers was standing in the middle of the street.
Dr. John Stein-Loomis PhD was met with a horrible shock. The blackest eyes his father had ever seen were staring into his, almost as a warning.
If Sam Loomis was right about one thing, he did not lie when he said his famous statement about Michael Myers in his book.
"These are the eyes of pure evil."
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A/N: Depending on reader feedback, I will determine from that if I will continue. Let me know what you guys think.
Halloween © John Carpenter
Kim Possible © Disney
A/N: Mace here again, just wanting to give you a time table on me updating. I have finals in a week, then the finals themselves, then I be done to continue, so we're looking at about 2 weeks till an update.