15 years later…..
Michael Myers stood in his cell. Staring out into the barred window. He had a mask over his face, but not his full head. It was orangish, with a cut that went horizontally across the jawline. He had been waiting for this day since he was six. His hair wasn't cut fully but it grew out a bit, only down to his ears.
He was accused of killing his sister, Judith. And his mom was found dead just a few weeks after. Leaving his baby sister, Angel in the cruel world without any protection. He was given a note that the Strode family had adopted her, and had raised her well. Michael was relieved about this. Slightly. But Jason is still out there. Hunting, searching, stalking his prey. And Angel could be next at any given time. Michael would never be able to live with himself if he lost his baby sister. He would kill himself if that were to happen.
After Jason killed Judith, Michael was met with Deputy Hawkins. Hawkins was seventeen at the time. Now he's around thirty-two. Deputy Hawkins brought Michael and Angel to his mom. But shortly after Michael was sentenced for murder on Judith Myers. His mom begged them not to lock him up, saying he would never kill his sister.
But the judge found him guilty of murder. And Michael could not defend himself since he did not speak. He never spoke since the murder of his sister. But he wrote letters. Lots of them. Most of them were about Jason Voorhees. And every time he would move to another room, he left the papers on his bed for Dr. Loomis to pick them up.
He wanted people to know about Jason Voorhees. How he ripped apart his family, killed his sister, turned him into this. And what better way to do it, when you had an obsessed man or Doctor who would do anything with the evidence recorded by famous "serial killer" Michael Myers.
Michael Myers was Dr. Loomis's greatest obsession. Dr. Loomis wanted to help Michael in any way, shape, or form. The doctor could not, however, guarantee his freedom. Which is what Michael needed to hunt Jason Voorhees down. Michael had been secretly getting help from Dr. Loomis on the cases about "The Boogeyman" who was all over the press. Dr. Loomis gave him newspaper and headlines about the mysterious Boogeyman.
They were Michael's leads when he got out of here. He would make sure that Jason remembered what he did to him fifteen years ago. And tonight was the night he would find Jason.
There was a loud alarm ring. Not an alert, but a sign that the cell was opening. Michael didn't have to look back to see who it was. He could hear about 5 pairs of feet. Knowing he was being transferred to another room. This was it. This was the perfect chance.
But he had to be patient. He would never kill a police officer, but that doesn't mean he would beat them.
"Let's get this over with." A female voice was heard. Michael turned his head slightly to see their weaponry. There was one female cop, she held a shotgun in her hands. The rest were men. Two carried batons, one carried a pistol, the other had an ax.
After a short while, Michael was chained up. They escorted him to his transferal room. Michael never spoke a word to them.
"So, Why doesn't he talk? In all my time working here, I've never seen or heard Michael Myers talk before." A white male cop said as he asked his fellow comrades. Not bothering if Michael was listening, which he was.
"Maybe something happened in his past? I mean Officer Hawkins found him half beaten up with his sister. Who had a machete through her chest." Another white male cop said.
Michael's fists tightened. They were walking through a locked gate. One of the cops swiped a card down to unlock the gate.
"Look, man, I don't think he wants to hear what we're talking about. If it makes him uncomfortable, then it makes me uncomfortable. We don't need a pissed-off serial killer giving us trouble tonight." The Black cop said. Trying not to have tonight be rough.
Michael grabbed the chains on him quietly. Trying not to have anyone notice. The gate opened, going into a small compartment. Which led to another gate. On the other side was another woman. Holding yet another shotgun. She would be his way out.
They walked into the small compartment. The gate shut behind them leaving the other female worker outside of the other side.
The clock ticked, slowly. 11:59. 11:59 p.m. The clock ticked quietly. Then it hit 12:00.
Halloween had arrived.
And with that Michael broke the chains in his hands. He then punched the black cop in the face. Causing everyone to jump, one of the male white cops attempted to hit him with the baton, only for it to be stopped by Michael and used as a weapon against him. Michael hit the cop in the face with the baton. Then grabbed the arm of the other white cop and threw him into the black cop. The female white cop shouted something, she swiped her card down on the card swiper to unlock the gate. The two white cops recovered, one threw a punch at Michael, hitting him in the face but not making him budge to move. It felt like a sissy punch to Michael.
Michael then used the baton and hit the cop in the side then punched him with his left arm in the face. The door that the female cop was coming through opened and the shotgun barrel was pointing straight at Michael. Michael turned around quickly and hit the shotgun barrel away from him into the ground as the shotgun fired at the ground, causing the tile to break apart. Michael dropped the baton and grabbed the female cop by the throat and lifted her up. He wasn't choking her, but he was planning for her to blackout. He slammed her continuously on the ceiling. Making sure she wouldn't get up from this fight.
After a series of slamming the female cop, the black cop shot his pistol at Michael's shoulder, causing him to stagger slightly. Michael looked back at the black cop, he had a bloody nose but it wasn't major. Just a few blood spots.
Michael then threw the female white cop at the black cop. Causing the female cop to blackout on impact and the black cop to almost lose consciousness.
One of the white cops used a taser and rammed it on Michael's shoulder. Michael's body twitched a bit, but he'd been through worse.
Michael grabbed the white cop's arm and threw him over his shoulder as the white cop landed on the tile. The white cop grunted from the impact. Michael stared down at the cop. He tilted his head. The white cop was still conscious. Michael can fix that.
Michael then wrapped his arms around the white cop's neck. Lifting his back off the ground. The white cop struggled to break free from Michael's grasp, but it was futile.
It didn't take long for the white cop to blackout and fall on the ground unconscious.
Michael laid down the white cop gently to the ground. They would regain consciousness so he had to make sure they wouldn't bother him with his escape. Michael took all the key cards that could open the gate into the rest of the prison.
He then shut the gate behind him and it locked. The cops were trapped in there unless someone else were to let them out.
Michael threw the key cards to the side and walked his way through the prison.
He encountered a few more cops but killed not one. One was slouched against the wall, almost snoring loudly. Another had his face planted in the ground, also snoring loudly.
Michael shook his head and continued his way out of the prison. He heard a door open. It must be the janitor. He knew this because of the shuffling of keys. The guards were the ones who usually used cards, not keys.
The janitor had been standing up for Michael. Michael grew to like him. He had always been there for him. But, he couldn't stop Michael from escaping and protecting his baby sister. Michael didn't want to beat up the Janitor like he did the guards, but he knew how to make a person blackout, without actually inflicting any sort of injuries.
The janitor had a shocked face when he saw the guards sleeping. But his shock disappeared when he heard one of them snore. He let out a sigh of relief and walked over to the "sleeping" guard.
"Hey, wake up. No sleeping on the job. Hey!" The Janitor said. The guard didn't seem to want to wake up, or he couldn't.
The janitor let out a sigh of defeat. He stood up back on his feet. Michael was right behind him towering over him. The Janitor didn't notice him, that is until he turned around to see Mikey.
"AAHH! Jesus, Mikey you scared the hell outta me!" The janitor said as he jumped back. Michael just tilted his head slightly.
The janitor was realizing what was happening. Michael was trying to break out.
"Mikey, uuh, let's get you back to your room..,..alright?" The janitor said as he pulled out handcuffs. Michael didn't respond, only to tilt his head back to normal.
The Janitor was about to cuff Michael gently. But Michael quickly pinched the Janitor's shoulder. It was a pressure point. If Michael did it enough, it would make the janitor blackout. And now actual wounds or injuries would be on him.
"Mikey," The janitor said weakly until he lost consciousness. He fell to the ground. Michael was glad that this was over. Now all Michael had to do was get out of here. And the Janitor was the last person he had to knock out.
Michael then made his way out of the prison. There was an Auto Parts store just a mike from here. He would "borrow" a mechanic suit and head back to his old house. His mask was there and his weapons as well.
Michael slowly but surely made his way down to the Auto Parts store. He walked down on the sidewalk. A massive semi passed by him on the road.
"Hey, Motherfucker! Ain't it too early for Trick or Treat! HAHAHA," The black man shouted through his window. He threw out trash through his window at Michael. The trash hit him on his clothes and face.
"Happy Halloween, Motherfucker!" He shouted again laughing hysterically.
Well, Michael knew exactly what he was doing as soon as he got to the Station.
Meanwhile at the Memorial Hospital….
The Police Department had arrived at the Hospital. A man walked out of it. He had a black suit and was talking on the phone.
"Dr. Loomis...Dr. Loomis?" The man said as the lights on the police cars flashed red and blue.
Dr. Loomis was in his bed. His phone began to ring. He woke up, tired. He turned the switch of his lamp on. He picked up the phone and answered it.
"This is Dr. Loomis, what may you need at this early in the morning?" Dr. Loomis said on the phone.
"Dr. Loomis, we have a problem. He's broken out." The man said on the phone.
"What!? Was anyone killed?" Dr. Loomis asked.
"No, no, no one was killed, thank god. Everyone was either knocked out or locked up without their key cards." The man said. Dr. Loomis let out a sigh of relief. Michael wasn't going to kill people. But he knew exactly what Michael was after. Jason Voorhees. And his little sister, Laurie Strode. Tonight was the night Jason and Michael would battle.
Dr. Loomis got out of his bed and put on his coat. Preparing to head to the Hospital. Dr. Loomis was determined to find Michael. He knew too well what would happen if Michael were to fight Jason alone.
Meanwhile at the Auto Part Station…
The Semi pulled in through the station. The men who worked there were getting ready to clean up the Semi.
The Black man stepped out of the Semi.
"Alright, boys get this baby all cleaned up." The black man said as he made his way to the bathroom.
Michael stood in the darkness. Watching the man go into the bathroom. Michael was extremely stealthy and could sneak past almost anyone. Apart from Jason, who he failed to kill when he was a child. But now he was 21 years old. And had grown stronger. More prepared, and more skilled.
Michael had been getting haircuts here and there. His hair was short, it went down to his ears, barely covering them. His hair was blond of course.
Michael walked to the Station. Not bothering to stand out. The men who were working on the Semi were too busy to notice him.
While in the bathroom, the black man was looking at a magazine. A magazine that was well...Nothing important to mention.
The door of the bathroom opened. Michael walked through it. There was only one stall that had someone in it. Michael knew too well who it was.
Michael knocked on the stall door.
"Hey, man you gonna have to wait, this one's taken." The black man said as he continued to stare at the magazine.
Michael knocked on it again, this time harder.
"Listen here, Motherfucker. You wantin' to pick a fight? You're gonna get one." The black man said as he stood up from the toilet and pulled out a knife from his pocket. He unlocked the stall door to see Michael. Some of the trash was still in his hair.
"Coming back for revenge huh? Aren't you gonna go ask for damn candy? I'm gonna cut that mask straight off your fuckin' face." The black man said and just like that, Michael grabbed the black man's arm that had the knife in it and slammed him continuously against the stall. Bending it with each slam the black man hit it. There were no signs of stopping for Michael.
Michael would kill only the people he hated, Perverts, murders, thieves, or anyone that committed crimes and illegal acts. But he would never kill an innocent, pregnant, sick, unarmed, or infant. That was the way he rolled. He had finally broken out of the hospital, and now he would be Justice…. his way.
Michael continued to slam The black man into the stall, on the other side of the stall, glass shattered from a poster that was on the other side. The Black man let go of the knife and punched Michael in the face. Only for Michael to retaliate back and stab the black man in the gut. Then stabbed him again, then another time. It wasn't until Michael had stabbed the black man eight times. The man was dead, and Michael felt evermore alive. Michael threw the knife to the side and walked out of the bathroom.
He took a mechanic's suit and put on leather mechanic boots. No one noticed him, and Michael needed to make a stop by his house.
Michael walked down on the streets of the town. Making his way to his old house. It was 1:00 am right now. No one was awake besides police and a few early birds. Which Michael never worried over.
While Michael was walking down the sidewalk, he pulled out a piece of paper in his chest pocket. He looked at it. It was his family. His mom, his older sister, Judith, and his baby sister, Angel. He wanted all of them back. He felt ashamed of himself for not being there to save his sister. No, he couldn't blame himself for the loss of his family. It was Jason Voorhees that tore apart his family. It was that monster that killed his sister. And his mom was found by police with multiple stab wounds all across her body. But they were small knife stabs. Not stabs like a machete or other large weapon that Jason uses. There was another killer out there. Somewhere.
It had taken ten minutes before Michael had made it to his old house. It was 1:10 am. Nobody was awake on the streets. Good, the less attraction the better. Michael walked up the steps and opened the door. His old house was dirty and dust was everywhere. It was dark, very dark, but Michael could see quite clearly. His eyes adapted to the dark fairly quickly. He made his way down the basement. A ladder went down the dark basement. Michael climbed down it slowly. He placed his foot down on the ground and walked to the middle of the floor.
After a few moments of silence, Michael punched the floor, ripping the pieces of planks out of the way. Once that was done, he grabbed his white mask. It had fake brown hair. He held it in his hand. He caressed the bottom lip of it. He then put the mask over his face. After he slipped on the mask, he took out a chef's knife that was under the planks which were where he hid his mask. Michael had the knife in his hand. He got off his knees and walked to a shelf. A towel covered it. He then grabbed the end of the towel and pulled off what revealed every murder, case, incident, location, and photo of Jason Voorhees. His pattern, each victim he targeted, Michael had recorded everything, secretly. He had help from an old friend with setting up his tracking chart. Michael pulled a string that turned on a lightbulb. It was so Michael could see the chart better even though he could see quite clearly without the light.
But Michael had to take care of one last thing before he set out to hunt Jason. His Mom and his sister, Judith. He needed to visit their graves. Michael walked away from the shelf and climbed up the ladder.
He hadn't visited his Mother's and sister's grave in fifteen years now. He needed to say hi to them and maybe a goodbye. But first Michael needed some flowers and he didn't have any money nor were the stores open at 1:00. So, even though he was extremely against doing it, he may have to "borrow" some flowers from a neighboring house. Michael made his way out the door and shut it behind him.
He looked around for any flowers. Slowly and ominously turning his head to look for flowers at any of the neighbor's homes. Michael stepped down from the steps. He saw some rose bushes. His mother and sister loved roses. Michael walked over to the Neighbor's property. The rose bush was large, but he only needed a few of the flowers. He got on one knee and pulled out his Chef's Knife. He started to cut off a few roses. Cutting them from the top. But long enough for there to be stims to be still attached.
He only cut a handful of them. The thorns were sharp, but that didn't bother Michael, after all, he was shot in the chest, so he can handle a few thorns in his hand. Michael stood up. He needed more flowers for Judith. He saw some dandelions on the other side of the house. Michael walked over to it. Not even bothering if anyone would wake up. Michael then started to cut the dandelions which were a lot easier to cut and softer to hold. Michael had string in his pocket. He tied the roses together. Then the Dandelions. After that, he made his way to the Cemetary. He would hunt Jason at first light.
Michael walked down the street. Holding the roses in one hand and the dandelions in the other. His knife was in his pocket. It was only 1:20. So he had plenty of time on his hands. The Cemetary was in sight. Michael continued to casually walk towards it. Michael came across the gate. It was metal but it was only meant to keep cars out not people. Michael just went around it and made his way to his mother's grave first. His mom loved Dandelions, whilst his sister loved roses since they had true beauty yet every rose has its thorns. Michael never really understood what that meant. But those were the words Judith said before she was ruthlessly murdered by Jason. God, how he hated that bastard. Why did it have to be Judith? Why did it have to be his family? Why was he spared and not Judith? Those were questions that would be answered later on.
Michael approached his mother's grave. It said…
Deborah Myers
1928-1964
Loving mother of three children
That is what it read. Michael got on his knees and laid down the Dandelions on the gravestone. He then placed his hand on the gravestone. It was a silent hello and goodbye. But also an "I love you". After a few minutes, Michael got back on his feet and went to his sister's grave. It was right next to his mother's. He sat down the Roses on the grave. Then placing his hand on the gravestone, saying yet again, another hello, goodbye, and "I love you". That was taken care of. Michael got back on his feet and walked out of the cemetery. Who knows? He may be reunited with his family tonight. But if he were to die, he was to go down fighting. He knew Jason would come to his sister's grave so before he left the cemetery. He left a note saying.
I'm coming for you Jason
Michael walked out of the cemetery and headed back to his old house. Before he hunted Jason he needed to find his baby sister, Angel. But he knew that she was around sixteen or seventeen years of age. And probably wouldn't remember him. Especially when he's wearing a mask over his face. But Michael would have to plan out how to greet Angel. He knew that she now went by the name Laurie Strode. But to him, she was his Angel. And he would do whatever it takes to protect her.
After Michael made his way out of the cemetery, it was 1:32 am. Michael had plenty of time on his hands so he needed to use it. First, he would need to locate Angel and the Strode Family. Second, at first light, he hunts Jason Voorhees. Third, he needs to protect Angel at all costs and Finally, kill or lock up Jason Voorhees.