Chapter 1
IMPORTANT NOTE
This is set with the curse of thorn, as Laurie to be Michael's sister. This is written supposedly after the second movie.
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Yet another Halloween had come around, and so will Michael, the infamous baby-sitter killer. The year is now 1979, one year later after Laurie had been chased by a murderer, and sent to a hospital where she had once again been pursued. A couple of weeks later after arriving home, her parents had told her that she had been adopted and that the very person trying to kill her, is her older brother, Michael Myers. It has crushed the poor girl, making her believe that everything that she had known had been a lie.
When Laurie had returned back to school, her classmates had avoided her. Not because they didn't like the young woman, but because they didn't want to be killed like her friends had before. School work wasn't hard when she returned, in fact, it seemed as though the teachers pitied her. They tried not to call on her as often and, let her have an extended dates for due homework. As wonderful as some of it seemed, she felt invisible to everyone.
So now, in 1979, a year later on a brisk Halloween afternoon, Laurie is not having fun at any parties, or babysitting her young neighbor, Tommy, but instead sits alone in her kitchen, waiting for the doorbell to ring for trick or treaters. Her parents had supposedly gone out for the night for date night, but Laurie suspected that they were trying to avoid Halloween all together.
Bored of waiting in the kitchen with a bowel of candy in her hands, she sits down the bowel on the table and walks into the living room to turn on the television. She mindlessly flicks through several channels that were mostly airing horror or Halloween themed shows and movies. Laurie ends up deciding to watch Fantasy Island, and stands up from adjusting the silver nob to get comfortable on the plush couch.
After she was few minutes into the movie, Laurie hears the creaking of the floorboard somewhere in the house. Normally, she would assume it was just the house settling, but after what had happened last year, nothing made Laurie feel safe or reassured anymore. She immediately jolts up and turns her attention away from the television. Fear starts creeping down Laurie's spine as she remembers all of the times her brother had tried to kill her. She slowly stands up from the couch and silently tip-toes over to the kitchen. She opens one of the drawers, and pulls out a long kitchen knife.
"Mom? Dad?" She calls out into the house. Nothing answers her, and she grips the knife tighter. Laurie starts to silently walk her way down a hallway, and inspecting each room as she went. So far, she had found nothing as to indicate what had made the noise. When she reached the backdoor, it was still closed firmly shut with the one lock that Laurie begged her parents to install, still locked. She sighed in relief, the noise must have all been in her mind.
When the young woman started to walk back to the living room, she suddenly felt something hot and sharp graze her throat roughly. She let out a wince of pain when she had reached up to feel the cut. Laurie then realized what had happened. Michael had found her. She was going to die. Tears start pouring down her eyes, as she turns around to face the killer, and the same blank white mask met her gaze.
"Why, Michael?" Laurie asked her brother at which he simply turns his head to the side, like he was admiring his work. Her vision glazed slightly, as if indicating her sudden death making the image she sees of the murderer that more terrifying.
Laurie jolts up from the sudden nap, to find her throat not slit, but that she was only lying on the couch, with sweat on her face. Her eyes teared up a bit from the experience, and instead of dwelling on the nightmare, immediately wipes her face with the sleeve of her blue jacket. It was only a nightmare. She looks over to the clock on the table beside the couch to see it read, '7:04'.
Laurie mentally scolds herself for sleeping so late and missing possibly many children at the door and walks over to grab the bowel again. She turns the brass nob and opens her door to find three children walking up to the door. One is dressed as a witch, with a green witch mask and black dress, another as a ghost who just simply had a white sheet drawn over them with large holes cut out for the eyes, and the last child is dressed as a skeleton.
"Trick or treat!" They say in unison with grins on their faces, and Laurie smiles. She gives them each three pieces to which they thank her for, and continue their way down the block. For a few seconds, she had forgotten about the killer, and thought about what she dressed as when she was a child. However, the feeling promptly returned to long after, making her stomach twist.
Stupidly without thinking of the consequences, she decides to walk down to the Myer's house. Laurie knew that she would regret it, but didn't care at the moment. What would it matter anyways? It wasn't like her death seemed to matter. Her real parents were dead, and so are her only friends. To top that nice sundae off, he brother is the psychopathic killer who stalks her every Halloween. But also, she couldn't exactly describe it but, something was calling her towards it. Laurie walks outside of the house and locks the door after her to continue her walk.
The house looked the same as ever when she arrived. Grass was growing everywhere thanks to the fact that no one wanted to mow it. The plain white paint was still chipping due to weathering and its lack of a new coat in years. Now that she thought about it, this would be the first time she would be in her real house in years.
Despite the several stares and murmurs, she walks up the pavement and up the stairs to the door. Laurie reaches in one of her pockets to pull out a ring of keys. She shakily fiddles through her several of them to finally find the Myer's key that she had 'borrowed' from her father. The young woman slowly inserts the key into the door and turns it. The door opens, and she walks inside of the house to look around.
In front of Laurie was a stair case, with the kitchen doorway to her left, and what she thinks is a dinning room to her right. Hoping to spark some sort of a memory, she decides to explore the kitchen first. It looked like any kitchen in the late sixties, cabinets and dusty shelves off to one side of the room, and a simple wooden table placed in front of it. A spice rack seemed to be the only thing left on the counter below the cabinets attached to the walls. One thing that caught her eyes, was a small door off to the corner of the room. Laurie walks over to inspect it, only to find the small secret locked. Letting out of a breath of frustration, the young woman decides to explore the upstairs next.
She walks out of the barely lit room, and up the seemingly barely stable stair case, to be met with one door on either side of her and a pull down entrance to the attic on the ceiling. Laurie decides to go off to the right, down a bit of the hallway, and into the first room. The room seems to be her parent's old bedroom, with a large bed in the middle of the room, a wooden nightstand on one side of it, a window to the side of the mattress, dark rough carpet, and an old closet in front of the bed. Despite having the idea that her baby crib would be in her parent's room, she didn't see the wooden structure anywhere in the room.
Intrigued of what sort of clothes her late parents wore, Laurie walks up to the closet door, only to hear something coming from downstairs. Her worst nightmare had come true. It had to be him. After finding and carefully picking up a long metal pole left propped up to the side in the closet, the woman crept over to the side of the white framing of the door. Just as she was about to run out and bash whatever was out there, killer or not, she heard male voices.
"Come on dude, the back door was unlocked anyways, it's fate!" A boy from downstairs exclaimed. Nothing met his enthusiasm, and he groaned in anger. "Fine then, be a pussy, I'll go in by myself."
"Hey! It's not my fault if I don't want to get murdered!" Another agitated voice said. "Have you even heard about what happened in this house? With the boogyman?"
The first voice scoffs and answers, "Of course I have dimwit, everyone in this town has. Don't call that monster the boogyman, that's what only little kids call him."
"Then what should I call him then, huh?"
"Don't ask me that, how the hell am I suppose to know? What about you ask his sister? You saw her come in here a few minutes ago." The first boy says and stops his foot.
"That's who that was? Oh in that case, lets find her!" The second voice says at which Laurie rolls her eyes to. She didn't exactly want to be found at the moment anyways, let alone be asked questions about a brother she couldn't remember. Laurie had to find a way out of here before they saw her.
The footsteps continued to creak on the floorboard as they searched every room on the bottom floor. When they had turned up empty handed, the male teenagers continue their search by walking up to the second floor. "Are you sure you saw her here?"
"Ugh, there you go doubting me again. Of course I saw her here! Why would we have gone in this nasty place anyways?" An annoyed voice answers as they walk.
"I uh… thought you just wanted to.. uh spend time with me…" The second male voice mumbles to which the other flinches.
"It's dark in here… maybe we just missed her or something." The first voice says, trying to change the topic. "She's in here somewhere."
"Hey did you invite some other girl here? I thought I saw someone walk by." The other teenager says when they reach the end of the flight.
"No I didn't! God, just because like guys and bitches don't mean I'll abandon a relationship for one! Can you stop bugging me about that now?"
"Sorry Marc…. I uh.. I don't know this is all confusing.."
"Ugh shut up, I hate seeing you sad." Marc says and looks away, only to be met with a blank tall figure beside him. Before he has a chance to scream, the silhouette of a person then deeply slits Marc's throat with a long sharp kitchen knife, which makes his head fall to the floor. The body drops to the floor only a few seconds after, making the remains of a neck ooze out blood. The floor seemed to have holes in it, which caused the blood to seep through the floor and land somewhere on the first floor.
His lover stares at the head in shock and drops the the floor in panic. He looks up at the killer and ask him with wide, teary eyes, "You're the boogyman, aren't you?" Laurie hears nothing but a scream die out abruptly in response, and a body toppling to the floor.
Michael had finally arrived, which meant she had to get out of here. Gripping the pole tighter, she stood and gazed at the room. A window immediately met her gaze, and so did the closet. Though, she wasn't falling for that trick again. One way she could get out, would be out the window, or through the door where she would be met with Michael.
Laurie decided on the window, so she walked over to the fogged window, positioned the metal pole firmly in her hands, and crashed it against the glass, causing shards to fly everywhere. Some of those glass pieces hit her body, which caused her to gasp a little in pain. She had to jump, Michael must know where she is now. It was only a… thirty foot drop anyways…
But before she could jump or scream, two hands reached over and grabbed Laurie's throat. While gasping for air, she repeatedly hits the attacker with the cold metal. Eventually, the idea hits her, and she lets go of the pole, rips out a piece of glass from her thigh, and stabs what she thinks is one of Michael's mask's eyes. He stumbles back, giving Laurie a little time to limp her way out of the room. When she reaches the kitchen downstairs, the young woman hopelessly tries to call the police on the land line, only to find that the phone doesn't work.
"Help! Someone please help me!" She screams, trying to limp her way to the front door. But before she can reach it, her pursuer grabs one of her shoulders, and shoves the poor girl to the floor. However, Laurie wasn't going to be killed that easily. Once Michael started to raise his knife for the final blow, Laurie twisted herself to the side away from the knife, but not before Michael could grab her wrist. The long blade falls to the floor as Laurie struggles to slip her wrist away from danger. Laurie squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the worst. But instead of feeling pain and blood, her brother… pulls up her sleeve? Laurie slowly starts to open her eyes to see Michael pointing to a 'p' looking symbol on her wrist.
"W-What?" She questions and blinks. What did a symbol on her wrist have anything to do with not killing her? That birthmark, scar, what ever it was called, had been on her wrist for as long as she could remember. He lets go of her now aching wrist, and pulls up one of his sleeves as well to reveal a similar looking scar. This however only confused the young women even more.
"What does that have anything to do with not killing me?" Laurie angrily yells at him, but quickly covers her mouth afterwards, while slowly backing away with stunned eyes. Despite her sudden outburst, Michael continues to sit on the floor and stare at her. Scared and confused, Laurie slips out the front door, and runs back to her house in the cover of the dark brisk night.
When Laurie arrived back to her house, her parents were waiting in the entry room, each wearing worried expressions. "Laurie!" Her mother exclaims as soon as she sees her adopted daughter, and runs over to hug her. "Honey, we were so worried! When we came home to find the lights off, the candy barely touched, and the television still on with you not here, we were about to call the police-" She starts, but only stops to hear Laurie wince in pain.
"Oh dear!" Her mother exclaims when she see all of Laurie's scars and pieces of glass stuck in places on her leg and a stunned expression.
"Laurie, dear what happened?" She asks her daughter, only to get brushed aside to go to her room.
"It's… been a long day. Goodnight,…. Mom, Dad." She simply answers and closes her door. The parents exchange worried glances, and look at the adopted daughter's door.
Ever since she returned home after her return from the hospital, she kept a first-aid kit handy in her room. She opened her closet, and pulls out the white box that was tucked under a few shirts in the right corner of the closet. Laurie set the medical kit on her bed, opened the box, and pulled out a pair of tweezers. Slowly, she pulled out each shard, and set them aside on a napkin beside the box. Once she was finished, she dumped the shards in a bin beside her night stand and begins wrapping her wounds with a soft white cloth. As she did so, Laurie thought about what had happened at the Myer's house.
What was that strange scar? And why did Michael have an identical one? Would Doctor Loomis know? Laurie decided that she would have to find some way as to contact the doctor or find him. Surely, after caring for Michael after all of these years, he would have an answer.
Laurie had soon found out that the doctor was hard to find. Every day after school, she would continue calling Smith's Grove, only to be told to stop calling. After a week of calling, they had stopped answering to the Strodes' phone number. After realizing that option was hopeless, she decided to pay the hospital a visit. So now, Laurie is in front of the mental hospital, hoping to finally confront Dr. Loomis.
Once inside, she walked up to the front desk where a plump woman who wore her straight black hair back in a bun greeted her in a thick southern accent. "Good afternoon, ma'm, what do you need?"
"Hi, I was hoping to see Dr. Loomis. I have a few questions I'd like to ask him." Laurie politely answered her, but as soon as she spoke, the woman's smile turned into a frown. "You're the one who's been calling everyday! Leave before I call security!" She barked and pointed at the door. Laurie was startled by the woman's sudden outburst, but obliged and walked to the door.
"Laurie Strode! Michael's sister, correct?" An older male voice asked the young woman to which she immediately recognized. "Doctor Loomis? What are you still doing here?" She questioned and turned around.
The Doctor's happy face faded into a depressed one, but still answered, "Paperwork. After Michael's… death… one that I had caused, required me to fill out mounds of paperwork. He did belong to the state, after all."
"Oh." She says. "Doctor, I had a question for you. What's the symbol on my wri- brother's wrist?"
"Why, that's the curse of thorn, causing him to kill every member of his family so that the curse can finally be relived. Supposedly, one child is chosen in the family to- wait how do you know this?" He answered and started to walk up to Laurie.
"I-uh-" She starts, but the doctor interrupts her by suddenly shaking her shoulders profoundly. "Have you seen Michael!? Where is he, Laurie? Tell me!" He yells at her while she tries to escape from his grasp. In the process, he ends up grabbing one of her wrists, and despite her many attempts not to let him see it, Dr. Loomis sees the cursed image etched on the woman's wrist.
"Is that… the curse of thorn?! Why would it be on your-" He starts his tangent, but gets interrupted.
"Doctor, please stop!" She yells and grabs his arms, and throws them away from her. Shaken and startled, Laurie backs away from him and runs out the doors, with a mound of security for the hospital shortly following after. Why do I have the curse of thorn? From what Dr. Loomis said, I thought only Michael had it. What's going on?
Author's Note
Yes, this will have to deal with all of 'the curse of thorn' stuff. I know, I know, you don't like it. But hear me out, it's crucial to the story. Anyways, this will be a MichaelxLaurie story because I could only find one wonderful one. Please guys, I need more fanfic of these two ;-; (send me a link in the comments if you find one)
The next update, at least, will come in a week, but no promises. And remember, kind comments help me write faster :D
No bitchy comments either, I do not want any hate commented rudely on my fanfic, one I spent days on.
And with that, good bye lovelies, and I'll see YOU later! :D