Little Runaway
Life with Michael : Day 2 – Panic
Since yesterday was a little tense, I decided to try and make my uncle happy, the only thing was that he never spoke...I tried jokes, nope, tickling...you don't want to know...and even not screaming, nothing made him happy, I asked him.
"Why are you so sad Uncle Michael?"
I asked looking at him, he stared at me as if in confusion.
Michael just wanted peace, that's what he was trying to tell her, if she left him alone then he'd be in a happy mood, but all she does is cuddle him and laugh, life is all a game to her, does she not realise the danger she is in? Is she so naïve that she taunts the face of doom? He didn't know and quite frankly didn't care, his plan was working, just ignore her and she'll leave him alone.
Serves her for jumping on me!
He thought with a moan as he rubbed his back
I was growing bored so I waved goodbye to my boring Uncle and decided to look at the garden...it was...red. He must have killed back here...ewww...why did he have to murder? Was it his job, and who was that old man? He seemed really mad with Uncle Michael...hmm, I know, I could go and ask the old man if my Uncle's job was to kill, yeah! That would make him happy to see how mature I was by going out on my own.
"I'll get my coat"
I chirped as I ran to my room.
Michael heard her run up and down...at least he was in peace, so he began to doze off to sleep...
Maybe she isn't...so...bad...
Michael thought as exhaustion claimed him
I took my uncle's knife...just in case, I'm sure he wouldn't mind...
I saw a big house, the name Smith's Grove Sanatorium was on the top, I decided to get a taxi to it...I had the oddest feeling that the old man was there, it was a good thing my dad taught me how to use a bus and a taxi.
In a house 7 miles away...
A large man with dark brown hair sat in front of a log cabin, he held onto a tiny necklace locket.
"Tracey..."
He whispered as tears ran down his cheeks, he was ashamed of himself, he abandoned his wife...their baby and for the sake of what? His crazy deranged supposedly dead uncle..he felt sick inside, but it was too late...2 years too late...all those years spent in fear, making them relocate from state to state...in a way...he was happy that Michelle had dumped him...the only sad thing about the dump was Tracey...his sweet...adorable..innocent...child was also lost...
"Tracey...please...for the love of god...be safe for me..."
He prayed as he sat the locket down and fell asleep
I was in that cab for abut a good four hours...I paid the man (stole my uncle's wallet heh heh) and then walked up the hill, for a mansion it sure had a lot of wires, my dad gave me present that I kept at all times, it was a lock pick manufactured to pick ANY even high sophisticated locks, so, YAY DADDY!
"I hope the old man is here..."
I gulped
Michael meanwhile was just waking up, he had a pleasant sleep, thanks to Tracey and whatever..she..where WAS she...he yawned as he got up expecting to find her in Laurie's room but no she wasn't there, he went downstairs...and was horrified, no Tracey, that old man would have his head, he ran to get his knife, gone, that little whelp, she stole it! He checked his pocket, great she took his wallet, so he was weapon less and broke just damn brilliant! He walked out of the house and was shot at, he ran back inside.
' When I get my hands on that thieving brat, I'll smother her! '
Michael scowled as he went out the back way, he now had to walk around unarmed and vulnerable thanks to his little thief of a niece, he was so tempted to kill her but...the man had him kinged, one check out of place and he is sent back to Smiths Grove Asylum...no-SHE WOULDN'T!
It just dawned on him, she was a clever kid
' She went to the old man!"
He seethed as he snuck out back, he grabbed an old axe and made his way towards the forests of Haddonfield, when he got hold of that little vixen he was going to tan her so bad, even ice wouldn't help...wait what was this odd emotion? It was weird like a cold clammy feeling in his chest, it was scary for him, he hated new things, not that they scared him, he just didn't know how to handle them.
'Damn emotion, it only slows me down, I'm better off without it!'
Michael sighed as he walked to Smith's Grove Sanatorium
With Tracey, who was half way up the steps, she stopped for a breath
"I don't see the man"
I mumbled as I tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge
"Dang! I wish it would open up!"
I pouted then was shocked as it opened up
"Voice-activated?"
I mumbled as I very carefully wandered in
(AN:I know its odd a little kid getting in the sanatorium but its all part of my story,so no flames!)
There was a straight corridor of grey, no windows, the dreary demeanour was starting to chill me to my core but I was a mature girl, I had to be, no one realised it but when I was younger, my mother was not as sober as she was now, I shuddered at it, the nights of her coming home like that, it was as if she was possessed. She used to get mad at everything that I said when my dad was mentioned, I was hut a lot, for 2 years, in those 2 years I had to grow up a lot more than my friends, I read books and stayed quiet, I always blamed my father for the drinking, my mother drank to fill the emptiness.
"At least it's over now"
I said lowly as I walked on, there was a cell that had masks covering the wall, I looked around confused, all the masks were black and green and...well...sad.
"This room feels sad"
I said as I felt the walls, I walked in and stared at the shackles
"Was a bear kept here?"
I wondered as I fingered the walls
Deep in the sanatorium
"What? You left cell 13 open?"
A worker seethed
"No one is there no more anyway! He died, his body donated to science"
The elder worker Ishmael explained
"Damn, he sure went hard didn't he?"
The worker said
"Harder than most men"
Ishmael laughed
"Any way, you better lock the cell, don't want any idiots going in and wrecking it"
Ishmael agreed with his young friend as they parted ways at the corner
With Michael...
'FINALLY! After getting past those damn cops, I'm in the clear, I swear, can't I just kill one person, ONE measly kid? Maybe I'll do it once I lock this damn brat in the attic!'
Michael thought as he walked up, unfortunately an alarm was triggered, he forgot that he was wearing a tag, even though he WAS supposedly dead, they still managed to pick him up! Just his damn luck, then again...this was a good chance to kill some people, he flexed his axe out as he approached the building, but oddly, there was no one there...
'Damn! I wanted a little fun!'
Michael sighed mentally
With Tracey
I was quite sad to see the state of this room, whoever kept it was a very messy person, there were masks littered all over this room, some on the walls, some on the bed, even some on the floor, my bedroom was nicer than this dreary place... I couldn't see the old man here so I decided to check somewhere else.
"Maybe the school?"
I mumbled but as I began to walk I saw shadows on the walls, I hid behind the bed as two men walked in, they looked tall and...weird.
"Hey, you said that Michael Myers lived here!"
The first one seethed
"He did, he must have died!"
The other man sighed, I don't know what came over me but...I leapt out and yelled at them
"HE IS NOT!"
I screamed realising my mistake
"Well, what have we here?"
The first man purred
"I-I'm warning you! My uncle will come and kill you!"
I yelled as I backed against the wall
"Now, now don't tell him about our little secret game"
He said, god, did he think I was an idiot, I was raised on watching my mother come home with dates and have sex right in front of me, it may have only been 2 years but she had a lot of guys in those years, I was sick of it, and I hated perverted men!
"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!"
I wailed as he clamped his hand over my mouth, I cried.
Michael heard the wail, he knew that wail...
'Tracey!'
He thought with that odd feeling again, honestly why did he feel this feeling! He stopped as he thought of the men hurting Tracey. His hands clenched onto the axe as the feeling of anger coursed through his veins.
' I have not dodged police for 50 years just to watch my title go down the drain, these bastards should know by now...no one touches my prey and gets away, killing Tracey is my job, no one else's!'
Michael thought as he stormed towards the cell he used to call 'home'
Stephan meanwhile was on the aeroplane to America
"If that bastard has so much as touched a hair on her head, I'll kill him myself!"
Stephan growled as he stared at the unrelenting snow. He knew that he could die from doing this but, he was sinned anyway...leaving his wife with their child was a sin in its own cruel way, so if he could save her from this, he'd be a happy man...
"Please baby...be alive?"
he prayed as he watched the plane lift off above the snow coloured ground...
Well I'll end it here
Stephen sure is a devoted father, even if he did abandon her...
Michael is experiencing the odd world of emotions.
Tracey can't seem to get a break, all she wanted was to see the old man, by the way in case you don't know, he is Samuel Loomis. Ok?
Please R&R
Thanks
