A/N: This is the revised version of my story...it's better than the first one...it's more descriptve. And has an actual PLOT. For your information: Steven is around 16 years old. Uh...that's all you really need to know at this point...

Chapter One: The Beginning of The End

The morning was refreshing, like a cool drink of water on a hot day. The sun was just peeking over the clouds, streaking the town with golden ribbons of light. Very few cars were on the road, being as it was rather early. I was walking alongside the road on my way to school. The orange sun finally fought through the clouds, and shined brightly against my back. My long black shadow stretched before me, like my soul escaping my body.

I wished I could be just a shadow. That way I could shrink into the blackness whenever someone made fun of me, or pushed me around. Because let's face it, I was the invisible kid of the school at times, and other times I was a walking punching bag. It all depended on the mood of my enemies. Well, they were more like . . . bullies . . but not as juvenile. For example, if they could get away with it, they would bring a bazooka to school and blow my brains out. I don't know why they hate me so much . .

I stared down at my black and white converse shoes, feeling the dread build up inside of me. I didn't want to go to school. Not now, not ever. I could get by in life my flipping burgers, really. Was it really necessary to force me to endure such torture?

I heard a car coming, so I got off the side of the road and walked in the grass. But who should pull up beside me then my best friend Johnny? He rolled his window down and yelled at me, yanking my attention away from my shoes.

"Hey, are you gonna walk to school and be late, or are you gonna lemme drive you?" he half yelled. I just shrugged my shoulders and got into his car. I set my black backpack onto my lap. He took one look at it and grinned. "You've been studying all night again, haven't you?"

"Well, what else am I gonna do, call up my buddies and chat? WHAT BUDDIES?" We go over this every morning.

"You could call me," he exclaimed. "What, so you think you're too good for me?" He grinned as he drove.

"Someone is too busy seeking out young blood to pick up the phone, am I right?"

He just laughed and turned up the radio. It was a song from Quiet Riot, his favorite band. He had all of thier cd's and shirts and whatever else. Right now he was wearing a black Quiet Riot tee shirt and tight jeans with huge holes in the knees, and his semi-short blonde hair was spiked up. He noticed me staring at him and asked, "What?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering if you owned any other shirts without that band on it," I replied, shifting my attention out the window. We were pulling into the school parking lot.

When Johnny parked his Camero, I jumped out and headed for the school. There was this big commotion going on out front, and they were chanting something. I walked up to the crowd, and saw that they were carrying signs. With my name on it. With a picture of Michael Myers. I knew something was up, and it wasn't going to be pretty. I ducked around the corner before anyone could see me. Johnny walked up, and I pulled him around the corner with me.

"Dude--"

"I know, I saw it. What's going on? I know it's Halloween, but why is my name next to Michael Myer's picture?" I whispered.

"Whoa . . is that what this is all about?" Johnny asked me, obviously confused. He hadn't seen the signs obviously.

"For some reason, they're comparing me to him."

Someone began to talk. We listened.

"Steven is the reason that our town has been in peril for so many years! He is the nephew of our enemy, Michael Myers. He's going to come back for Steven sooner or later to break his curse! We cannot live in fear, knowing that any Halloween he could come back and kill any one of us!" A girl yelled.

Someone cried, "Find Steven and tie him up! Make Michael go away!"

The crowd agreed with applause and shouting. I felt sick.

"Johnny, what am I gonna do?"

"Let's get out of here, first. Then we can figure something out!"

I nodded quickly and slowly walked backwards. Johnny followed me. Suddenly, a few people came around the corner and laid eyes on me. Their eyes grew wide.