A/N I just wanna start out saying that I'm sorry this took so long. I went on my laptop one day and the blue screen of death popped up so I haven't had my laptop for awhile.

Anyway, this story isn't based on the original or the remake, it's sorta my own take on it. But I will say I took more of the story line from the remake.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Halloween series at all! I just own Roslyn Summers and Ms. Summers.

Michael walked at a moderate pace to Roslyn's house as the sun was setting slowly. Though his face didn't show it, he was somewhat excited to go trick-or-treating with Roslyn; she was the first person to ever want to do anything with him. As Michael got closer to the Summers' house, he heard Roslyn's mother screeching at her daughter for no apparent reason. Michael had once asked Roslyn if she wanted him to do something about Ms. Summers but she had laughed and told him not to be silly. He had been absolutely serious with his offer though and would have gladly done something if Roslyn wanted him to. He was tired of hearing the infuriating woman scream at Roslyn long into the night and he was sick of seeing new bruises and scars on Roslyn's skin the next day.

Suddenly the screen door from Roslyn's house pushed open and Michael watched as she sprinted out of the run down house. Roslyn was wearing cat ears on her head and was dressed all in black, her drawn on whiskers were now smudged from tears. She sat down on her lawn and put her head down in her lap, her small frame taking in huge breaths; Michael sped up his pace to get to Roslyn faster. He felt anger building up inside of him; he didn't think he could hate someone as much as he did with Ms. Summers. Though he wouldn't call Roslyn a friend just yet, he still didn't like the fact that she was being hurt by the person that was supposed to love her most.

When he reached Roslyn, Michael sat down next to her and instantaneously grabbed her, pulling her closer to him. Roslyn though, pulled away from Michael's touch and spun away from him to continue crying in her lap. Michael was shocked at first but then he grabbed Roslyn by her wrist and made her look back to him. She tried to turn her head away from Michael but he grasped her chin and forcibly made her look him in the face. Michael's eyes narrowed when he saw that Roslyn wasn't crying; she was trying to hide a bloody lip and a bruise on the side of her face. Roslyn refused to look Michael in the eye when she saw the look he was giving her.

"Why?" Michael asked.

Roslyn glazed at him with a confused look at his question which made Michael irate.

"Why," Michael repeated. "Why do you let this happen?"

Roslyn looked away from Michael again which made his anger escalate. He stood up and walked a few paces away from the scared looking girl. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Roslyn peaking over at him from underneath her hair but quickly looked away when she realized Michael could see her. Finally after a few tense minutes of stillness, Roslyn broke the silence.

"I'm sorry Michael," Roslyn said quietly.

Michael glanced over at her quickly to see Roslyn staring at him with her big brown eyes. She continued to stare at him, waiting for his reply but he didn't respond, she sighed and stood up. She turned her back to Michael and walked back to her house slowly. He watched her until she disappeared into her house then listened to Ms. Summers scream at Roslyn. He stayed there for a few more seconds before turning away and heading back to his own house. Behind him, he heard Roslyn's cries starting up again.

It's not my problem right now, Michael thought.

When Michael got home, he saw Judith hadn't moved from her spot on the couch from before he left. She was staring mindlessly at the television as another one of her stupid shows came on. He walked away from his older sister and was about to go upstairs but paused when his mother came out of the back room. She was dressed in tight, revealing clothes that hugged every part of her body; this could only mean she was going to her night job at Steven's Strip Club. When she saw Michael standing there, she smiled at him and ruffled his hair a little.

"Okay kids," Mrs. Myers said while digging through her purse. "I'll be home late tonight so you'll have to fix yourself dinner. And Judith don't forget to take Michael and Rosielyn out Trick-Or-Treating."

"Her name is Roslyn," Michael corrected his mother. "And we aren't going Trick-Or-Treating."

"Oh. Tell me about it later, sweetie," Mrs. Myers said distractedly.

Mrs. Myers left out the door after giving Judith a quick kiss on the top of the head which his sister wiped away. As soon as Mrs. Myers was out the door, Judith sat up straight and looked out the window, watching as her mother drove away. As soon as Michael's mother turned off their street, Judith sprung up and sprinted toward the back door that was in the kitchen; on her way there, Judith pulled her already low-cut shirt lower. Michael heard his sister slam the door open and go outside for less than a second before coming back inside.

Michael heard Judith start giggling like a child and whispering things Michael couldn't make out. When Judith got back to the living room, Michael saw that she was being carried by her boyfriend of a month, Steve. Steve was not only carrying Judith but also a beer in his free hand which he'd take a slip from between kisses from Judith. Steve threw Judith on the couch roughly and took one last gulp of beer before throwing it on the ground. Judith kept giggling as if it was the funniest thing in the world until she caught Michael standing on the staircase. Her laughing ceased and a glare formed on her face.

"What are you looking at freak?" Judith asked. "Do you get turned on by watching us? Go away, you little weirdo."

Michael said nothing and continued staring at Judith until she flipped him off. He blinked at her before walking down the stairs toward the front door with Judith watching his every move until he was out the door. Behind him, he heard the sound of the door locking. He didn't mind much though because he knew Judith and Steve would be going upstairs soon and he didn't want to listen to them having sex again. He gazed over at Roslyn's house; the screams and crying had stopped some time ago. Every light in the house was turned off expect for one and Michael guessed it was Ms. Summers who had the light on; Roslyn normally didn't turn on the lights in her room. He looked toward Roslyn's room and saw no movement coming from it. He sighed a little and turned away from her house and then looked down the street; kids and their parents were now filling both sides of the streets for trick-or-treating.

Michael stayed like that until he could no longer see past his street because it was too dark. He stood up and looked toward Roslyn' house one last time before going back inside. He tried to the front door first but Judith hadn't unlocked it so Michael went around back to use the back door. He stood in the kitchen for a moment, trying to identify where Judith and Steve were. When he located them from the sounds they were making, Michael grabbed the nearest kitchen knife. He didn't know when he made his decision about what he was about to do but he knew had to do it. He put on his clown mask then headed upstairs to Judith's bedroom.

Before he could start up the stairs though, he heard someone coming down them so Michael hid in the shadows. Michael watched as Steve passed him; the only thing piece of clothing he had on were his pants. Steve went into the kitchen and Michael followed slowly after him; he watched as Steve rummaged through the refrigerator for a second before making his move. Michael slowly crept up behind him and lifted the long knife in the air. He paused for just a nanosecond before piercing the knife into Steve's exposed back. Michael watched as Judith's idiot boyfriend fell to the ground in pain, the knife still sticking out of his back. Steve tried crawling away but Michael grabbed the knife quickly and stabbed him multiple times. After stabbing Steve one last time, Michael left the kitchen to go upstairs but paused when something white caught his eye.

He walked over to the couch and picked up a white mask which was probably Steve's. Michael tore off his clown mask and pulled on the new one quickly then went upstairs. He walked slowly up the stairs in case they might creak. He felt his heart beat increase a little as he got closer to his aggravating sister's room. When he reached the top of the stairs, he crept leisurely down the hall because Steve had left Judith's door slightly ajar.

"Steve," Judith yelled. "Hurry the fuck up!"

Michael peaked into his sister's room and saw she had her back turned to the door so he took the opportunity to sneak in. When he pushed the door open he heard Judith start giggling stupidly before she twisted around on her bed to face him. Her smile completely vanished when she realized it was Michael standing in the room and not Steve. Judith sat up straight and covered her exposed breast with a thin sheet.

"What the fuck, Michael?" Judith shrieked at him. "Get out, you little creep!"

Michael blinked once before advancing on his sister who stared at him in shock when she saw the knife he was holding. Before she had a chance to run away, Michael stabbed the knife into her left leg then her abdominal. Judith cried out in pain and tried to get away from her brother by pushing his face. She fell off her bed and crawled out of the room with Michael following close behind.

"Help!" Judith said weakly. "Someone help me please!"

Michael quickly grabbed Judith's hair as she tried going down the stairs and pulled her back to continue stabbing her; he finally stopped when his sister ceased to move. Michael dropped the knife when he heard his baby sister start crying from the back room. As he walked toward her room, Michael took of his mask and dropped it on the floor. He pushed open his sister's room to see her standing up in her crib, crying her eyes out. Her crying slowly stopped when she recognized her brother had come into the room. She held up her arms for Michael to grab her and hold her.

Michael took her in his arms and rocked her gently, hoping she'll fall asleep again. A few minutes later, Michael put his baby sister back into her crib after she had fallen asleep. He walked out of her room and slowly shut the door behind him so he wouldn't wake his baby sister. Michael passed by Judith without sparing her a glance as he picked up his mask and knife. He walked down the stairs and toward the basement. He quickly walked down to the basement and hid his mask and knife under a loose floorboard. He sat on the floor for ten minutes before he heard the sound of a car pulling up into the driveway.

Michael stood up and walked to the stairs, taking his time climbing up them. When he finally reached the top, he walked over to the window and looked out. He spied his mother getting out of her car and strolling up to the house while digging around in her purse for the house keys. Michael sauntered over to the door and quickly pulled it open before his mother had a chance to put the key in the hole.

"Oh Michael," Mrs. Myers said surprised. "Honey, what are you doing up so late?"

Michael blinked sluggishly at his mother and didn't reply to her question. Mrs. Myers had a baffled look on her face until she looked him up and down; her confused face twisted into a look of horror. Mrs. Myers' bag plunged to the ground after she realized that her only son was drenched in blood.

"M-Michael," she stuttered. "Wh-what is this?"

He continued to stare at his mother quietly until she pushed passed him and ran through every room on the first floor. Michael listened to his mother shriek when she reached the kitchen and found Steve's bloody body. After a second, Mrs. Myers came out of the kitchen, her makeup was running down her face and her clothes now had blood stains on them. Michael guessed she had tried to see if Steve was still alive but barely breathing. Mrs. Myers looked over at Michael, who had moved an inch since she left. She rushed over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders then started to shake him.

"Where's Judith?" Mrs. Myers asked frantically. "Where's my baby?"

Michael stared at his mother before averting his eyes to the stairs. Mrs. Myers looked back between Michael and the staircase before sprinting up the stairs. Michael knew that as soon as Mrs. Myers took her first step on the upper floor she would find her oldest daughter. He watched as his mother pause at the top of the stairs and start to wobble a little at the sight before her. She glanced behind her to look at Michael who was staring blanking back at her. Mrs. Myers turned away and Michael heard her start to cry.

Michael was sitting in the back of a cop car with news cameras surrounding him when he saw Roslyn. She was standing on the front steps of her house in her pajamas looking at all the people swarming around the neighborhood. She continued looking around until she made eye contact with Michael. Her mouth dropped open a little and her eyes widened in shock. Roslyn started down the steps but was stopped by her mother who'd just come out of the house. Ms. Summers grabbed Roslyn's upper arm and yanked her back so they were both standing on the porch. Roslyn's mother started to whisper harshly into her ear while still holding on tightly to Roslyn's arm.

He continued to watch Ms. Summers and Roslyn until two police officers got into the car. He turned toward them for a few minutes and watched as the police officer in the driver's seat turned the car on. He turned his attention back to Roslyn quickly, knowing it was probably the last time he'd see her for a while. Michael sat up straighter when he saw Ms. Summers raise her fist, ready to hit Roslyn across the face but stopped when she realized people could turn around and see her. Ms. Summers quickly pushed Roslyn back into the house and looked around rapidly before following her daughter into their home.

I'll be back Roslyn, Michael thought with narrow eyes.

A/N I really don't like this chapter, I tried rewriting it multiple times but it never came out right but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

Fun Fact About The Story: I got the idea for this after listening to 'Concrete Angel' by Martina McBride.