Still not owning! ON WITH THE SHOW!

"So we're here because..." Angela started as they came into view of the old looking building.

Laurie smiled. "I'm working. And so are you. oh yeah, Amber said it's just a grounding/temporary thing. Get this, those guys we saw yesterday, Devon's brother and cousin? Max works here. Apparently he's out sick and will be for awhile so they need a replacement.'

"That hardly makes sense." Angela said. "People get sick all the time for work and their employers don't replace them, not even this temporary. It's short and pointless. The other staff can pick up the slack."

Laurie raised her brows and gave a nod. "My point exactly. Let's not forget how NOT sick Max looked yesterday."

"Okay, so we're here to snoop around?" Angela asked with a smirk.

"We'll have plenty of time for that too." Laurie stated. "I'm tired of people hiding things from me so I'm intending to figure out what is going on."

"Right behind ya!" Angela saluted. "Let's get familliar with this place shall we? By the way, I still want that puppy!"

Laurie nodded. "You said ginea pig. Anyway, we can head over to...my old...Michael's house after this."

"You can say it's your house. It's okay." Angela told her friend assuringly. "It was your home once too, and I'm sure Michael will want you to still consider it that way."

Laurie let out a very heavy sigh. "It's just so confusing, and I know nothing. I have to know everything."

Angela placed a hand on her shoulder, a determined look on her face. "Then we'll find your answers."

They walked in through the front double glass doors and were greeted with a smiling Bonnie. An elderly woman who ran the kennel which also served as the town vet clinic.

"You two are here early!" Bonnie said as she bustled about the front desk. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"They're mean, so not today!" Angela grinned. "Wait, were you expecting to see me too?"

Bonnie nodded and seemingly from nowhere produced a plate of cookies and placed them onto the top counter beside the girls. "Where one is, the other half is never far behind! Now eat up! I'm sure you girls didn't have the brain to fill up on breakfast today with all your stress."

"Awww, you're so nice Bon-bon!" Laurie smirked as she and Angela plucked a cookie each and dropped their things onto the floor right under the front desk.

"I was your age once." Bonnie replied and sat herself by the back desk where a computer sat along with a small pile of papers. "Why don't you two give the dogs some breakfast of their own since you're here early? Give them some playtime, get to know them and the grounds. Let's keep it simpe for today shall we?"

Laurie and Angela exchanged smiles. "Okay Bon-bon!"

"Oh, be careful with the one in kennel number 30. He's quite the handful. Temper, that one has. Owners abandoned him a couple of weeks ago. Max brought him in, bless kind soul. Poor dog hadnt even been left with water or food. Big fella, kinda scary. Max watches him, but I suppose you two will have to be the new friends. Be extra careful with that one. There's a latch at the bottom of the back door for you to slide food in. Don't let him out, he's not very trusting to others yet except for Max and that Devon friend of his."

Laurie furrowed her brows, not sure what to think of that. Tough guys who have a soft spot for poor abandoned and mistreated animals? She never would have guessed that of Max and Devon.

"Okay, Bon-bon. We'll holler if we need your assistance." Angela said with a slight wave as she started to push Laurie towards the hallway that led to the opposite end of the building where the many kennels were.

Loomis walked around his small temporary office. A hot cup of coffee occupied once hand while the other held a small draft of short bio on his newest work in progress.

He wan't sure how he would go about it yet. He knew Michael was beyond furious for all the years taken from him, and also for the deception placed for his sister. The only living relative Michael had truly cared for and Loomis had definately had a hand in keeping her from him. Of course, he only did it for the girl's safety. Michael's mental state was never too stable.

After what happened more recently though, he felt as if there was a possibility that the old Michael could be recovered. There was a moment where Michael actually paused before continuing towards the clearly frightened girl. As if he understood.

Loomis had spent years as Michael's therapist. He'd studied him for many years and collected data to how a pshycopath is made, and had created a book greatly publicized.

It was a low blow, but Michael would never understand the things written about him and his family. That, and Loomis had made a hefty income from all the book sales and not to mention public appearances and letters of praise for his work and had been also been asked for specifically to attend to certain never to be mentioned socialite families' secret pshycos. Those were the ones he was able to save, and was paid very well. Of course, the story of Michael was always brought up.

Always, it was about how he could not ever be saved. Always, he was the devil incarnate and could never be reunited with his only living family. It was the story that made Loomis famous.

If Michael had made it to his sister, understanding who she was, then he could be saved. If he was already on track by himself then Loomis would have no credit for it seeing as he had abandoned Michael long ago. His reputation would be forever tarnished, especially if Michael was caught and put under the care of another therapist who managed to break the silence of the shell of Michael Meyers.

Still, there was no way to be sure if Michael could undertand anything besides the urge to kill. Michael could not be caught, and he could not be near Laurie Strode.

He had to keep those close to Laurie away from her or they would be in as much danger as she was possibly in. Laurie had to be kept away from Michael. He could kill her. That was bad. If Michael didn't kill her, that was bad...on a career killing basis.

There was no way Loomis was prepared to have his name tarnished if Michael was fixable, and there was no way he could let Michael possibly kill the young girl. But, he had to lure him out. The only way to do that was in fact to use the girl. There were strings to be used. Already in progress of course, but he still pondered if he was doing the right thing. Michael had to be destroyed before he murdered innocent people. Though the girl was innocent, he had to use her to bring him out. If she died during the battle as well...that would be a terrible loss, but the real monter would be gone, and the name of Loomis would be better known for ridding the world of the demon spawn.

Shortest chapter so far and I do apologize but I just had to leave you on a bit of a twisted cliffy muahahahaha xP