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Michael

As soon as Michael got to Haddonfield, he went straight for his childhood home. He had decided to leave the car he stole a while back and chose to walk instead. That way he wouldn't be noticed if someone had reported the stolen car and he was able to stay in the shadows. It was the middle of the day now, the sun was shinning brightly and there weren't many clouds in the sky. Kids littered the place he was walking. through. All of them having fun with no care in the world. None of them really noticed him, the thick trees helped hide him from plain sight. He noticed that the neighborhood looked about the same as it did when he was a kid. Well kept houses, clean streets, a lot of children and some housewives. Nothing had really changed besides people's clothing. Other than that it almost made him feel like he was a child again; walking home from the woods that he would often go to in the summer. He had always been a person that kept to himself. Never really talkative. His quiet nature would scare some of the kids in the neighborhood and they would avoid him. But it didn't bother him much, being outside in the woods was a nice escape from his home that was never quiet. When he was there he was usually being insulted either by his sister or the man his mother was currently with. He never did understand why his mom chose the people she did. He felt she deserved better but hell if she believed it herself. When he was outside he could just be without worrying too much about anything. He was a kid then and kids don't have much to worry about. It was a simpler time but those times were over. Now he was going towards a house that may or may not be abandoned. He never did find out what became of his home. If it was sold, if another family lived there but he had to hope that no one did. He didn't want to deal with that kind of obstacle. Going to his house wasn't exactly necessary, there wasn't much there for him other than memories. But he guessed that was why he was going. He had to see the house, had to remember. To know what it was like after fifteen years. Nostalgia was what was making him go to that house first before anything else.

It didn't take long for Michael to reach the old street he lived on. The path to his house was engraved into his mind. When he got to the front, he was surprised to see that it was abandoned. It looked like no one had lived there in years. He found himself smirking behind the mask he was wearing. This was good for him because he could enter the place without any problems. He also thought that no one else should be living inside the house it was his after all. He walked up the steps to his house and came to a stop at the front door. It was nailed shut but the old nails were rusted and didn't look too secure. All Michael had to do was twist the knob and give the door one good pull before the door creaked open. Before he even stepped inside the house he could see that there was a thick coating of dust in the entire place. The light shinning in through the dirty and boarded up windows provided enough light for him to see that all the furniture was covered in sheets with even more dust on it. He walked over to the couch and lifted up the sheet. It was the same couch that was there the last time he was in the house. He lifted up the cover from the recliner his step dad was sitting in when he killed him. Yes, it was the same only not covered in as much blood. His mother must have tried to clean it but he could still see some faint stains on there. The last person to live in that house must have been his mother before she killed herself if everything was the same. The thought of his mother made something stir within him. It was a mix of guilt and sadness. Two things he wasn't used to feeling and he tried to push the emotions away as he walked over to where his mother kept her pictures. There were some of him as a young child, some of Judith as a little girl, one of his mother pregnant with Angel and one of the whole family. None of them looked entirely happy in that one. In fact they all looked extremely unhappy besides his mother. His mother just looked tired with a brand new baby in her arms and Michael looking at her.

The stairs creaked under the boots he was wearing as he walked up to the second floor. The hallways had some faded blood stains on them from that Halloween night. Wood was nearly impossible the clean when it was stained. The walls were covered in stains as was the floor. It didn't look as gruesome as that night but it was a reminder of what he did. Did he regret it though? No he did not. He didn't regret anything he did. He walked down the hall and passed Judith's room. Hers were also the same as it was before. Minus all the blood stains. The sheets were changed, the rug she had was removed. It was all clean but with dust. His mother must have changed it shortly after she was allowed in the room again. Looking in there no one would know what happened. Turning around, Michael went into Angel's room. Her toys were scattered across the floor, her crib was in the same place. He picked up one of her old stuffed animals and looked at it for a moment before placing it in her crib. So many memories of his childhood were worming their way into his head. He remembered everything from that house. He walked out of Angel's room and went to his mother's. He wanted to leave his own room for last. His mother's room was the same as expected. Her room was always so neat even though she was busy maintaining a family. His mother did her best when she was alive but life kept putting her through the ringer. She struggled more than he'd seen anyone else struggle. And yet she was the only one who was ever kind to him. She didn't lose her tempter often, no matter how tired she was. She did what she could do to support her family, even if that meant that she had to show her body to do so. Everyone knew her husband was a good for nothing and her kids weren't any better. Michael was too young to get a job but he did his best to help his mother if he could. However even he had his moments when he ignored her in order to find some solitude. Judith couldn't have cared less, she was a teenager with her own life. Angel was just a baby. Michael loved his mother a lot and if there was one thing he would go back and do if he could was help his mother. His actions only made her life worse and that was the only thing he ever felt the smallest bit of guilt for because she didn't deserve it.

Michael finally reached his own room. His walls were covered in his drawings and posters. His bed was unmade and his room was a mess. He was a young boy, no one could have expected him to keep it clean. He went and sat on his bed that was big at the time but now was too small. Sitting in his room made him think of everything that led to this point. Mostly his emotions that were usually overwhelmed by anger. When he was a kid he felt trapped here. Trapped with people who didn't like him, people he also didn't like. His room could have sometimes been used as an escape but no one ever really respected his privacy except his mom. It was rare not to have his sister of step father barge into his room and yell at him to do this, that and another thing. When he was a kid the things he felt were almost too much until he decided that he didn't want to feel them. Then he didn't. He didn't feel, not the conflicting emotions. Just rage and rage was easier to deal with. Michael usually kept to himself until he was provoked. That was when he became confrontational. But his protecting himself never did seem to work out well. Things just got worse and that was when everything happened. Sitting on his bed was bringing back his childhood. He was reliving it through all the memories. Michael decided that he would stay there a little longer. Indulge in these memories even if they weren't all good.


Adrian

Adrian hardly had any time to gather her thoughts as she rushed through the grocery store. Unfortunately for her about an hour before while she was getting ready for work her mother called. She expressed her concerns about Adrian staying alone while her brother was away and not so politely suggested that she go and stay with them until he got back. This caught Adrian off guard and she struggled to think of a response. She didn't want to go stay with her parents. They'd ignored her while she was locked up, living their own life like she didn't even exist. When she did live with them all they did was criticize her. Nothing was ever good enough for them. She was sure that she could have a PHD, work at one of the best hospitals and it still wouldn't be enough. They would want more. When Adrian was at Smith's Grove she had a lot of time to think. She came to the conclusion that her parents were so unhappy with their lives that they couldn't allow her to get what they didn't have. It was no secret that they both wanted more out of their lives. Her mother worked at a doctor's office as the top nurse and her dad owed a small hardware shop. It wasn't much but it got them by and let them live in a nice home. But this wasn't enough. They both had bigger goals in life, they both wanted something more. The problem was that they didn't know what they wanted. They had careers that would help live comfortably without struggling too much, they had two children they no longer needed to worry about because they were grown. They had an opportunity to do more but they wouldn't do anything with that chance. Adrian knew that their parents were too scared to try something knew. They didn't like stepping out of their comfort zone being fully happy was definitely out of their comfort zone. Nit picking, nagging and living a life full of "what if's" was their comfort zone. They were going to stay there. Adrian knew that she couldn't go back to that. All she would have to listen to is how bad things were. They would focus on the negative. Turning every little inconvenience into a big issue. She was trying so hard to get away from that. Going back would surely drive her insane and undo the progress that she's made.

So she ultimately refused in the nicest way she could. She told them that she couldn't leave. She had a job, she had school. Leaving would be too much work and she couldn't afford that. Someone had to take care of the house while Alex was away. Her mother sounded skeptical at best, she wasn't convinced. She wanted to go visit her daughter to see for herself that she was okay; that the house was safe. More importantly she wanted to see how badly Adrian was screwing up. She knew her mother well enough to know that she would never agree to anything. Once she set her mind to something then that was that. It was the end and she would make any argument she could to get her way even resorting to harsh insults and some serious bitching. Her mom was a handful. Adrian had to prepare herself for the dinner with her mother. She was going to have to stand her ground no matter what happened. The last time she did that she was sent away. But now Adrian was an adult and her parents were going to have to realize that one way or the other. Her will had grown over the years, that much she knew. But she had to admit that she was afraid to face her parents. They weren't only hard on her but they were hard on Alex as well. She didn't want him to get any shit because of her. Not only that but her parents were her greatest weakness. She hated them as much as she loved them. She still sought out their approval, something she knew she would never get. It hurt but she never stopped trying. She was going to have to fight that. She was going to have to go against them in order to stay in her home. Problem was she was outnumbered. Alex wasn't there to back her up like he always was. She was completely alone.

Adrian rushed home after she went to the grocery store. The phone call with her mother led her to call into work. She couldn't go and be out in time to get the house ready. By the time she got home it was already after two in the afternoon. Early to some people and late for her because her parents were going to arrive in a few short hours. She felt no calmer once she got home and started prepping the dinner. She was on edge, her frantic movements proved as much. She wasn't sure of any move she made, if what she was making would satisfy them. She very much felt like she was waiting for a verdict of the jury. It was an intense feeling and not something she'd felt in years. The upside to Smith's Grove was that her parents weren't there to take their anger out on her. She was caught off guard. This was probably why she didn't notice that the front door was unlocked and had been unlocked for some time now. She also forgot to put the alarm Alex set up in the house in case someone tried to break in.

She only noticed something was odd when she heard a thud from the upstairs. It almost sounded like something fell. She stopped the cutting she was doing and stood absolutely still. When she lived in an apartment with Alex it wasn't unusual to hear strange sounds. They were on the second level. People lived above them and people lived below them. Sometimes these people made too much noise. But she wasn't in an apartment, she was in a single family home. Nothing should be falling from upstairs. There was no one upstairs. It was just her and she was in the kitchen. Adrian headed towards the stairs, listening closely for any more noise. As she walked up the stairs she didn't hear a thing. It was quiet, the hall was empty. She checked each room one by one. They all were empty, all untouched. Then she reached her room. At first glance everything was fine. No one was in there but a couple of items were knocked over. The pictures that she kept in the room. Her window was opened and she briefly wondered if the wind was strong enough to knock them over. Maybe. Because she didn't want to think that someone was in her house. It was when she was fixing the pictures that she noticed the one of her alone was gone. As in missing, not there. When it was there that morning. Suddenly she froze, her blood turning to ice. The door, the alarm. Unlocked and unarmed. How could she be so stupid? She was so worried about the dinner that she forgot to lock the door and even arm the house. A rookie mistake. She knew better. If she died because of something so small her brother was going to be so mad at her.

At this point any smart person would call the cops, run, get the hell away from the house. But she was on the second floor and her phone was on the charger in the kitchen. Yup, her brother was going to be pissed. He taught her to be smarter. Adrian walked over her bed and lifted the mattress. Her brother taught her better indeed. She kept a pair of sharp scissors under her mattress for good measure. Alex wouldn't give her a hunting knife but she seriously considered investing in one. In any case she hoped that the scissors would protect her long enough to her her ass out of the house.

She ran down the stairs, careful to watch her step. Luckily the stairs didn't creak as she ran down them. She ran over to the counter where her phone was charging not two minutes before. Now it was no where to be seen. Fuck! There was nothing more she could do but get out of the house and to her car. Her heart was beating a hundred miles per hour, she was terrified. Adrian took a couple of deep breaths trying to calm down. She had to run, get out. Dinner be damned she was not prepared to die. When she heard the floorboard creak behind her, she turned around. A man twice her size was standing between her and her exit. He wore deep blue coveralls, it almost looked like a mechanics uniform. He was huge, not just in height but in built. She could see his defined muscles under the thin fabric of the sleeves. If she thought she was terrified before she was horribly wrong. His size was scary enough but what added to it was the white dirty mask he was wearing. From where he stood and the lighting in the room, the eyes looked like black holes. She couldn't see any skin besides his hands. In one of them was a big kitchen knife, not the one she'd been using to cut vegetables, the one in his hand was obviously his. It looked older, there was no shiny new metal gleam to it. She clenched the scissors in her hand tight as her stomach twisted in fear. She felt like she could throw up at any second. At first she was more prepared to fight, Alex had taught her how to defend herself from people because he knew she would need to at some point. But standing there even she knew it would be no use. He blocked the entrance to the kitchen, he had to be nearly a foot taller than her, he had the muscles she lacked and that knife would tear her apart if she got too close to it. All the fight she had was gone. What was left was utter terror. The man took a step towards her, knife still in hand. She was paralyzed with fear. He took another step towards her and she shrunk back into the counter. She wanted to scream, scream so loud her ears would bleed. But her voice was caught in her throat and she was finding it hard to breathe. Fuck. . .


A/N: Yay or nay?