A Break of Memory
A lone figure walked through the foggy, misty woods. It was all alone, or so it thought. Far, but not to far behind was a tall, figure of a man threading his way toward the lone person, who was.....all alone. For drifted this way and that, covering up the tall figure who never seemed to tire. The "Lone figure seemed to be limping, slowing it down. A closer look would tell you it was a girl, around the age of 14 of so. he had short, choppy, brown hair and pale, gray eyes that looked as if they would explode with fear and exertion as she pressed onward.
"I must get away...." Her voice trailed off as she stopped for a quick breath. Looking around her, something caught her eye. Through a break in the leafy, fog riddled woods a figure seemed to, almost flash by and then stop. It was as if she had seen a ghost. "I know better than that...it's him, he's coming...for me" He eyes wide with fear, she took off as fast as a person with a sprained ankle could. New fear rushed through her as she moved onward, even though to her, it seemed as if she was going as slow as a snail, only creeping forward inches at a time...as he came closer.
"If I reach the farm in time, I can hide, I know I can......" A flash of white told her that if she didn't move faster, she was a dead person walking. Who has ever escaped him? she thought. "he Tower hill farm is so close, I must...." Over the next rise in the woods she could see the farm, it's silos, the barn, abandoned house and pastures, vacant of all life. Isn't there always fog when the bad guy chases the good girl through the woods?, she thought ironically. The pain in her ankle was almost to much to bear, but worse would come if she stopped moving,.....running.
Running across the main pasture, her pursuer in the distance, she dashed into the barn. Franticly looking for a spot to hide, her nerves were at an end. No place seemed to be able to hide her from....him. She didn't want to whisper his name, is sent so much fear through out her. A small flame of anger burned inside her, to. Her best friend Kari, and her father was dead, all because of this mad man. All because of Michael Myers. Noticing the ladder leading up to the hay loft, she limped over to it and began to climb up it, if not painfully, to the top. about halfway up, she heard a creak. Stopping, afraid to turn around, she carefully looked backward. The barn door was open! "I closed it, I closed it, I closed..." She kept repeating to her self. Taking a deep breath, she started upward, once again. Suddenly, she felt herself falling backward. Some one or...Michael had tipped off the ladder....It's not going to hurt that much, I'm not that high, she thought as the ladder hit the ground with a loud crack. She wasn't sure if the crack was her body breaking of the ladder. Precious moments ticked by as she tried to move, to get away.
Looking to her left, there was nothing but pitch forks and farm machines and things like that. TO her right was bales of hay and bags of old, forgotten animal feed. Where is he? she thought desperately, searching the room. Craning her neck around to look behind her, there Michael was, staring at her the whole time. A strange thought popped into her head. "Isn't this where my Grandma was gutted on a corn thresher, and 4 other were stabbed or sliced to pieces? "Now it's my turn" she whispered bitterly to her self. Inside, she was seething with anger. Thinking inside: "Why would God let a mad man like this continue to kill and destroy so much???" Painfully she rolled over and stared at her, what would be great-uncle or something like it, but all he was...a pure evil killer who would never stop....because as Dr. Loomis had said, "I prayed he would burn in hell. but my heart knew hell would not have him"
Her eyes seemed to be caught in his gaze, all the while, he moved closer. A stark resemblance hit the girl laying on the floor. She recalled Tommy, her dad telling her what she was seeing now. "Nikki, you have those same, vacant eyes as your uncle, man you can really creep me out if you wanted to, he had said with a laugh. Michael now seemed to be standing over her, but thing's in Nikki's vision were blurred with pain. Michael's right hand was hidden behind his back as Nikki stared at him with emotionless eyes. "Maybe he's stalling to kill me because we have the same eyes...she thought groggily. What came next was a blur of pain, hate and blackness.
Michael swung his right hand out and in it was a length of somewhat sharp farm steel. It came crashing down on Nikki's right shoulder, almost crushing it. this new pain brought her right out of her groggy daze. Rolling over, she placed her good hand on the ground, trying to pull her self up all the while, trying to qualm the scream that threatened to erupt from her throat. "Kill me if you want, you wont get any satisfaction out of my pain!" She screeched at Michael as she narrowly dogged another blow to her side. staggering upright she felt the old horse stable she had spotted earlier, behind her. Michael Myers, the mass murder was standing there, staring at Nikki once again, as if contemplating weather or not to kill her. The answer was kill because moments later, he was right in front of her, the chunk of farm metal came crashing down on the side of her head. Then Blackness. Her last thought was "I am not going to die....." To be continued.............It will continue.......