"Michael, where are we going?" Minka rasped, trying to keep with him as he zigzagged between houses; her wrist felt like it was about to pop from the socket, and her ankle was slowing them down.
Behind them, blue and red lights flashed and sirens wailed; urgent, scared voices spoke over radios. Michael picked up his pace without warning and she fell on the damp grass; she opened her mouth to cry out, but a large hand clamped it shut before she could.
Like before, her kidnapper picked her up from the ground and continued on; Minka clung to him, ignoring the blood and the horrid mask. She tucked her face in his neck.
She didn't want to see them coming. She didn't want to see the inevitable spray of bullets.
Finally, the nurse could hear Michael's shoes land on cement, then his right hand left her back and opened a door.
A car!
She opened her eyes as he placed her on the seat, allowing her time to crawl over the middle console before sliding in and slamming the door. He started the car and began to back out of the long driveway.
How had he known where the car was, that the keys would be in the ignition?
Minka shivered.
He must have killed the owner.
She pressed herself against the plush seat, hoping to sink in and disappear. Michael brought the car into the street and accelerated slowly.
And just like that, blinding light filled the car; noise came from all direction. Minka threw her hands in front of her face, screaming. Above it all, a voice cried out over a megaphone.
"Stop the car! Now, Michael, or they'll shoot!" She immediately recognized the voice; it was Loomis. Minka couldn't help but begin to cry. She looked over to Michael.
"They'll kill us..."
"Michael, let her go! Don't do this, just let her exit the vehicle!" The nurse's eyes widened.
They knew she was with him!
Without thinking, she reached for the handle; Michael grabbed her hair violently and pulled her towards him. Through the mask, she could see his blue eyes darken with anger. The voice of God spoke again.
"Their guns are on you, Michael, and they will shoot. Turn the car off!"
Minka blinked, finally able to see what looked like the entire Haddonfield police force spread around them. Among the men with guns stood Dr. Loomis.
A hand gripped her leg, and the nurse turned to see Michael staring at her.
Something terrible was going to happen.
The car lurched forward before taking off towards a small margin of space between two cruisers. It sounded like a thousand men all cried out at once, but the only word she could make out was "Fire!".
"No!" She screamed, as the triggers were pulled and a hundred bullets came towards them. It didn't slow Michael down; they sped on, causing the men in front of them to dive for the ground.
They drove through the veil of gunfire, flying down the street, taking seemingly random turns until they were on a highway.
It took Minka a few moments to come down from the adrenaline high and notice the dull ache in her side. Confused, she touched a hand to the area just below her ribs. Warm blood gushed onto her fingers.
"M-Michael..."
The nurse fell to the side.