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Chapter 2- Important Matters

12:04- The Town of Crystal Lake-

A six and a half foot tall behemoth of a man in a leather jacket stood coldly over Johnny Zacchara's broken body. The hollow point bullet from Jason Morgan's untraceable desert eagle was just enough to paint the concrete walls of the alley red with the insides of Johnny's head. One shot was all it took to send the top half of his skull in all directions. Jason inspected the body.

"What a mess."

Now that the job was done, a cleanup crew was needed. Jason pulled out his satellite phone and dialed his employer's number. Sonny quickly answered.

"You got him?" Sonny asked.

"Yeah but I made a bit of a mess. Could you send Max and Milo to help get rid of the body?"

"I'm on it." Sonny replied.

"They need to be here quickly, though. Johnny had his phone in his hand when I shot him. He could have called some foot soldiers over. We don't need more trouble with the Zaccharas today," Jason said.

"Max and Milo will be there in ten," Sonny replied before he hung up the phone. Hell, he though to himself, rising up from the chair of his office in Port Charles.

I might as well show up, too. I've got to see how bad Jason messed that bastard up. Because of Johnny, I had to kill my wife for cheating on me. Unforgivable. I took out his sister, too. Now all that's left is dear ol' dad, and the Zaccharas will be out of my misery. It's amazing how much damage Jason can do. He was born for this job. The ultimate killing machine. No one can stop him. He's smart too. He help me build my business from the ground up. He's young too. I know what to do. When this job's over, it might be time for me to retire. Let Jason take charge.

But this was business and he had pressing matters at hand. Important matters to deal with.

12:05- Smith's Grove Sanitarium, IL-

Dr. Samuel Loomis, a sick, aging former psychiatrist walked through the doors of Smith's Grove and approached the front desk, where a beautiful secretary greeted him with a smile.

"Good afternoon sir, how may I help you today?" she asked leaning on her elbows over the desk just enough to where Loomis could catch a glimpse of the brunette's impressive cleavage.

Oh, if only I was a younger man, Loomis thought. "I'm here to see my old patient, Michael Myers."

The secretary cringed hearing that name, for in this place, the name Michael Myers was synonymous with death. Everyone in the asylum knew the story. Fifty years ago, in Haddonfield, Illinois, at the age of six, Myers killed his entire family and was locked up in this very asylum until 1978, fifteen years later, when he escaped on Halloween night and killed at least 18 people, tracking down his sister, probably more. Loomis ignited an explosion in a hospital in a vain attempt to burn Michael alive, nearly killing himself in the process. However, both men survived. Since then, Michael Myers, the embodiment of pure evil, had added over 50 more victims to his name. He was eventually apprehended and locked back up. For good, Loomis had hoped.

"I'm sorry," the secretary said, "The patient has been transferred out of state."

Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze for Loomis, as he processed what he had heard. How could this have happened? After all that Michael had done, why would those idiots even consider moving him into unfamiliar territory, with no clue how he would react. Can't they seen that he will not stop? He cannot die. Michael was fifty six years old and had the body of a man in his mid-twenties. Wouldn't that be enough for those ignorant officials to realize that this was no ordinary man? Michael Myers was evil on too legs, and they have unleashed him into an unsuspecting world. What will he do? When? With all of those questions, only one made a bit of difference.

"Where?" Loomis asked.

"Shadybrook sanitarium, in Port Charles, New York."

Dr. Loomis now had important matters to deal with.

12:06- Metro Court hotel, Port Charles-

Despite the potentially dangerous (even criminal) friends Starr chose to revolve her life around, her father, Todd Manning, was not worried. He had taught her at a very young age how to dismember the human body with her bare hands in a matter of seconds. Plus, Todd had given Starr a tazer, knives, pepper spray, and a .44 magnum for her 18th birthday. Not to mention the steel-toed boots she could send up the crotch of anyone who tried to take advantage of her. And if all else failed, Todd always had the option of killing anyone who pissed him or his daughter off. Slowly and painfully. But he didn't have time to worry about such things. He had more important matters to attend to.

Todd was spraying on his cologne and straightening his tie in preparation for his lunch date with Carly when she suddenly burst through the door to Todd's hotel suite in a very revealing black dress with an evil grin on her face. Todd felt a throbbing in is groin when he realized that he was going to be eating something other than lunch.

-END OF CHAPTER-

Authors note: Hmm... with Michael Myers in the equation, going to Port Charles, who knows how this will turn out. Please review.