The girl moved about the small cottage, going about her nightly ritual. She slid into a pair of pajamas, then brushed her hair. She was brushing her teeth in the bathroom. Rinsing her mouth, she opened the mirrored medicine cabinet to replace her toothbrush and toothpaste. When she swung the door closed, she jumped. A man stood behind her in a white mask, brown hair standing up straight from the top of it. It was a mask she didn't think she'd ever see again. A mask she never thought she would. Meeting his eyes, she whispered, "Uncle?" It was the last thing she said before the knife came down, plunging into her chest.

Michael Myers knew nothing but the urge to kill. His niece, Jamie, was one he'd already thought he'd taken care of. While trying to find his sister's son, John, he was surprised that his quest led him to Jamie. Somehow, she'd survived. He had impaled her on a corn thresher. It turned out, that hadn't killed her. However, she was later shot by Dr. Wynn. In the head. So how was this girl alive?

A noise made Michael turn back behind him. Despite the gaping wound over her chest, Jamie sat back up and looked straight at him. He moved towards her, knife raised, when she spoke. "You can stab me all you want, Uncle. You can even shoot me in the head," she told him. "It won't do you any good. I'm just like you, remember?

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

John Tate, now living as Joshua Hart, now lived in Norfolk, Virginia. He kept to himself. He didn't date very often. He worked inconspicuously as a accountant for a company that focused mostly on people's yearly tax returns. His life was boring and uncomplicated, and he intended that it stayed that way.

It hadn't taken John long to realize that he'd need to be able to move, and quickly. There was always the possibility his uncle would find him. He'd learned the hard way that friends and family weren't just liabilities, their connection to him could be deadly. When he'd first encountered his uncle in high school, he'd never thought the man would find them. He'd spent years trying to convince his traumatized mother as such.

It had been the worst mistake he'd ever made in his life.

It had ended with the slaughter of his friends and some of the employees of the school. His mother, knowing how hard it was to kill her brother, commandeered an ambulance carrying his body at gunpoint. She'd sent Michael through the front window, hit him with the ambulance, and finally decapitated him. It was only afterwards that she discovered her brother had switched places with an ambulance worker, and she'd killed an innocent man. The worker hadn't been able to tell her who her was, as Michael had crushed his larynx and left him unconscious. His mother had been sentenced to a psychiatric facility. Knowing Michael would come for her, she'd set an elaborate trap, which failed. Michael had killed Laurie Strode, after over two decades of trying.

His mother had already placed him in deep hiding, which he'd lived in all of his life, if the truth were spoken. She destroyed everything she had regarding him, except a picture she'd kept in her cell. She refused any and all contact with him, in order to protect him. He'd learned his mother had died from a newspaper, reporting that the survivor of the "Halloween" murders was really and truly dead.

That had destroyed a part of him. He'd wanted to break her out of there, take her with him. She knew that the two of them together made it easier for Michael to find them. So she'd stayed. She was a sitting duck for her brother in that hospital. She sacrificed her life to save his.

So John spent his days hiding. He knew the loneliness could only be surpassed by the pain and the guilt he'd feel if he caused anyone else to be a victim of his uncle's again.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Jamie's words had affected her uncle, that she could see. But it couldn't stop the compulsion. It didn't take long before it overwhelmed Michael, and he tried to attack her again. Jamie had anticipated this. "Canfod y tu hwnt i. Agor 'ch chreuau. 'r farcia all mo llywodraetha 'ch. Bigyn gwas bod rhyddha!"

Michael jerked, then stepped back a few steps. The knife fell from his hand and he fell to the floor. He looked around himself, disorientated, then started to rock himself, as if trying to find comfort. "Michael?" Jamie tried softly. Michael's head jerked towards her, as if he wasn't aware he was there. His eyes were no longer dark and cold, but bright and bewildered beyond the mask. Jamie could see tears in them. He's afraid, she thought ironically. Jamie crawled softly across the floor to him, trying not to frighten him. I'm trying not to frighten an invulnerable serial killer who's about 6-and-a-half feet tall. When she reached him, Jamie reached out and tried to pull off his mask. Michael jerked away and pulled the mask back down around his face. Jamie had shared a telepathic communication with her uncle, which had terrorized her for years. Yet through it, she realized he thought he was ugly. "Michael," Jamie said softly. "It's okay. I'm going to help you."

Michael's mind couldn't take was going on. He could remember hurting people. Many people. But he didn't know why. Everything seemed so foggy and unclear. Jamie knew what was happening. She had used the same magic that was used to create the evil that had fueled Michael for so long. When she'd failed to die after the multiple attacks, she set out to learn why. Now, she knew how Michael's unquenchable thirst for killing came from, and she could stop it. For how long, she didn't know. What Jamie did know was that the same people that had done this to Michael were determined to do it again. She couldn't worry about Michael coming for her when she went after them. Jamie had no clue if she could manage to keep him under control, but one way or another, she had to break the curse of Michael Myers. Before it was passed on to someone else. Jamie was deathly afraid that person could be her.