A/N: I know I've said this before but thank you. Keep it all coming.
Disclaimer: I do not own Halloween or anything related to it, it belongs to John Carpenter. The only thing I own is my original character – Clementine.
October 31st, 1978
Their eyes connected for a short few seconds and then Michael's scalpel came slashing at Clementine, going right across her arm, blood staining the weapon along with her nurse's outfit. Quickly covering her arm's new injury with her other hand, she quickly moved backwards as the killer slashed at her again. It was then she realized that Michael was not aiming for killing points, it was almost like he was punishing her for stopping him from reaching his goal. Taking a deep breath she reached out for a weapon that she could use as she was being backed up into a corner.
Finally able to get a hold of something, a piece of a long enough block of wood, she took a swing at Michael, who ducked out of the way. Her eyes narrowing slightly as she used her hands to grip the wood and swung at him again, this time smacking him directly into the head, her fingers moving fast as she took the end of the wood and shoved it harshly into his stomach. Keeping her newly found weapon of choice, Clementine ran out of there, figuring it best to confront him this time. It was only a matter of seconds that he caught up to Clem and she cleared her throat and swallowed back her anxiety.
"Michael?"
He was ready to strike her down again with his scalpel, it was raised above his head, but he was standing deadly still. Those dark orbs staring her down with what looked to be uncertainty. That seemed to get his attention, although there wasn't much telling how long that would last so she'd better keep talking.
"Michael. Okay, I'm just going to get this out in the open... I'm sorry. Not for sure if you even remember who I am. I'm sorry I didn't fight for you when they took you away that night, I should have broken free and ran to your defense. You didn't deserve a life like that. It was wrong of them. All I can say is that I'm sorry and if you want to kill me now that I've got that out of my system, you can. I'll understand."
Closing her eyes tight, Clementine stood still, her hand still gripping her weapon, she was certain that scalpel was about to go right through her throat at any second. After a few seconds went by, she opened one eye out of curiosity the other quickly following suit. What was he doing? Michael was literally standing there with his weapon raised and his head was tilted to one side. Was he questioning if she was for real? Yeah, that must be it.
"Michael?"
His eyes seemed darker, if that was at all possible. His scalpel suddenly slashing at her stomach the fresh coat of blood painting the weapon in his hand, Clem flinched as he got closer to her, all she had wanted for the past several years was to tell him how sorry she was and if he wanted to end her life now, that would be fine with her. She could hear his breathing as he slashed her right cheek. Still, he wasn't aiming for life ending points. Why? What did he want? Dropping the wood to the ground she stayed very still against the corner she was back up in, but she didn't understand why he was teasing her with what she called to be little slices.
"What are you doing?"
Biting her bottom lip, her heart was beating faster and faster, her eyes watching his every move, though his eyes didn't seem to tear away from her gaze. What was he up to? It was only then that they both realized how long they had been here for, a car horn was going off and she knew that it was probably Laurie, but she really wished that it wasn't her friend. That was when those dark eyes ran right back into hers and without a warning he shoved Clementine back against the wall and her head made harsh contact with it. Within a few seconds she was on the ground, her eyes becoming heavier and heavier.
She was able to see Michael look at her one more time before turning his back and leaving her there. Clementine barely raised her hand up to touch the back of her head, sure enough she was bleeding pretty badly, then her hand fell limply. It was clear he left her alive for a reason, well mostly, but for what reason she did not know. Sleep, that seemed to be a really good thing right now. The young woman could deal with sleep. Able to hear a scream from outside in the process of going unconscious.
"Laurie... run... Michael. He's coming..."
That was all she was able to whisper as her whole world went black.
A/N: I know... very crappy and really, really short. But hopefully you got something out of it. Thought you all deserved some kind of an update. Still debating on how I want the next chapter to begin so if you have any ideas of what should happen drop a review. If you just liked this chapter, for some reason, drop a review. Seriously, it makes my day to learn that people enjoy my crappy writing. Until next time, doves.
