After Allyson escapes from the police car with Michael Myers aided by the killer, she starts her future back in Haddonfield, with who turns out to be an abusive boyfriend. She hasn't been able to stop thinking about what happened between her and Myers, however insignificant it was. One night, his boyfriend takes them to a Halloween party at a rich colleague's house, which no one expects Michael Myers himself to gate crash, least of all Allyson.
The sound of the front door slamming jolted Allyson from a light sleep. Shit, shit! She hadn't put the oven on for dinner. This could be bad. Seconds later sure enough, he stumbled in to the living room. Allyson sighed. He was drunk, again. So what else was new? "Where's my dinner?" He slurred. "You being fucking lazy again?" Allyson chose to ignore the spiteful little prick and got to her feet without a word. "I'm talking to you," he snarled, grabbing her arm. "Answer me."
"If you want dinner," she said evenly. "You'll have to let me go because you won't get it if I can't move will you?"
"Bitch," he slapped her to the side of the face. Allyson didn't flinch. She was used to this now. Instead of fear however, she just felt disgust and hatred. All he was good for was beating women. What the hell had she even seen in him a year ago? Cameron may have kissed Kim's neck, but he made this guy look kind. If she could change one thing, she wouldn't have got so involved in all the drama that night. Yanking herself out of his grip, Allyson went in to the kitchen. It was a good job she didn't have any poison she reflected, or she might end up using it tonight. As she started preparing dinner for the 2 of them, she looked sadly out of the window. She had never anticipated ending up in this situation just a year ago.
Her mother and father had gone through a nasty divorce and she was left to pick up the pieces. That was how it felt anyway. It had all started to fall apart after Laurie had committed suicide. She hadn't been able to face her fears. Although after encountering them herself exactly one year ago today, Allyson couldn't exactly blame her. Even if her fears of the Boogeyman were for an entirely different reason than her grandmothers had been. She wasn't afraid he'd kill her; she was afraid he… Stop it! She shouted at herself as she started cutting chicken. Stop it for fuck's sake! You'll drive yourself crazy as you have been trying to stop yourself doing for the last damn year woman!
He stumbled in to the kitchen seconds later and Allyson inwardly groaned. Why had she allowed her father to put her in this position? Karen had fallen apart following Laurie's suicide, which was probably part of what had contributed to the divorce. She'd moved out of Haddonfield, not caring if Allyson followed her or not. She was so devastated after Laurie's death, nothing else mattered to her. Allyson understood why. Her mother was regretting the way she'd treated Laurie. Allyson gave a grim smile. If she'd known what'd happened exactly one year ago, she may have completely changed her tune and perhaps Laurie would still be here. To put it frankly, Karen had been a total bitch to Laurie. Ray had sunk in to alcohol after the divorce and he hadn't exactly been nice to her either. Three months later, Allyson too had moved out of Haddonfield, straight in to his house. Why hadn't she just rented her own flat? She kept her gaze on the darkening sky, as almost against her will, she let her mind wander back to exactly one year ago.
With Sartain motionless, Michael settled back in to his seat. (John Passarella, Halloween.)
Allyson wanted to scream, but her voice box didn't want to work apparently. She looked at the dark shape of Michael Myers across the seat from her and desperately tried to slow her racing heart. He's going to kill me, he's going to kill me, the terrified mantra went round and round her head. But she knew if that was indeed going to be the outcome, she was powerless to stop it. But Myers made no move towards her. Instead, Allyson could only look at him in stupefied awe, as he moved the heavy barrier over his head and on to the back slats as if it weighed no more than a large piece of cardboard. But still he made no move either to hurt Allyson, or get in to the driver's seat. Instead he continued to remain in his seat, his unblinking gaze back on her. Allyson tried not to shiver. But was it with fear, or something else?
When Laurie had ended her own life 2 months ago, Allyson had written a letter to the masked killer. Even now she wasn't sure why, she just had to get out everything she was feeling. She'd taken Laurie's huge file with everything on Michael in it and had constantly looked at his masked face. She'd kept it hidden under her mattress so he wouldn't find it. He'd think Michael was her new man or something. Even if part of her wished… She'd hidden the letter, too. She'd had to. No one must ever see it, especially not Michael Myers himself.
Dear Mr. Myers.
Don't ask me why I'm writing this as I have absolutely no desire for you to see it and I'll make damn sure it never happens. But it's almost like I've taken over Laurie's my grandmother's obsession with you. Laurie put a gun in her mouth last month. She was too afraid of facing you I think. Or maybe it was how cruel my mother was to her. Either way, you can cross her off your list of victims. It broke my heart in to pieces. Now mom and dad are getting divorced and it's one hell of a mess. To tell you the truth Mr. Myers, I'm glad to be leaving Haddonfield. I've met someone so hopefully my future can look up. I may only be nineteen, but there's something about you I don't understand. I don't know what it is, I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about you. Something of you has always fascinated me. Your silence? That you're a masked killer? I don't know, but sometimes when I'm alone at night, I wonder what it'd be like to kiss the Boogeyman, love him, and be his, in your arms night after night for the rest of my life. Like I say I have no idea why and I'm only writing this to get my feelings on paper. It's not like you'll ever know. The 40 year age gap doesn't stop me either. I don't care about it. But I can only dream, so dream I shall.
Love Allyson Nelson.
"Mr. Myers? Michael?" Allyson spoke softly after a moment. The killer tilted his head slightly, was it in acknowledgement? His gaze still on her. "Do you want to take this?" Allyson held out Laurie's file. "You might as well. I've seen it enough times to memorise it," she gave an embarrassed smile. "It was Laurie's." To her surprise, the killer reached out and gently took the file from her hand. It wasn't a violent gesture at all. She saw he'd slightly raised an eyebrow. Allyson smiled sadly. "Yeah, was. My grandmother put her gun in her mouth last month." She had to look away after she'd said this, to stop herself blinking back tears.
"Hurry up bitch!" He said, slurring every word. "We're going to a Halloween party tonight remember?" Allyson inwardly groaned again. Shit. She'd completely forgotten. A group of his friends were throwing some kind of Halloween bash at one of their houses. Someone with money. She didn't want to go, not in the slightest. But she had no choice in the matter. She'd said she wanted to stay there and he'd point blank refused. When she'd persisted, he'd hit her. The bruise above her eye was swollen, her eye itself turning black. "No!" He'd shouted. "You're coming with me but you won't talk to any other men there! Got it?" "You were hoping I'd changed my mind weren't you?" He slurred now. "Too bad for you woman! I want you in that tank top so I can look at you all night and then fuck you when we get home. But do not talk to any other men, you're mine, end of story."
"It's freezing out there," Allyson began weekly. The top in question was very thin and hardly hid any skin. He'd "bought" it for her a few months ago. "You can wear your jacket until we get there, then you take it off," he said.
They ate dinner in silence, then he ordered her upstairs to change. He dressed in his best dark suit and tie. He'll be warm, she thought bitterly, but didn't dare say. She'd long since learnt that arguing with him was pointless. How she wished she'd played her life cards differently. Vicky had moved away with her parents and Allyson missed her something terrible. They talked by FaceTime almost every day and Vicky was the only one who knew of his abuse. Vicky had entreated her to leave him and join her and her parent's, but Allyson wasn't sure how she'd do it with all her stuff. Vicky had urged her to just leave it and her parent's would help her pick it up once she was safely away from him. Allyson had spoken to Vicky's father, who'd told her exactly the same. "We love you Ally," he'd said. "Get away from him and come to us." She'd had to cut the call short because he'd come home at just that moment, but she hoped that sooner rather than later, she could indeed join Vicky and be rid of him for good.
Soon enough they were in his car, heading towards his friend's house. The short skirt Allyson was wearing under her top also didn't hide much. She hoped their host would have heating on, or she really would freeze. When they got there, Allyson saw with a sinking feeling her fears had been right. It was a huge house and she could already see the doors leading to the indoor swimming pool. People with cash really didn't impress her. Halloween decorations of all kinds were hanging all over the houses outside and she imagined it was probably exactly the same inside. Sure enough when they entered, it was to the sight of even more decorations. Fake ghosts, skeletons, witches, the list went on. True to his word, he yanked her jacket from her as soon as they were through the doors. Immediately he was shaking hands with other suited men and kissing women's cheeks. Allyson wanted to punch him. The sleazy bastard! She couldn't talk to men, but he could kiss women. Allyson had to blink then to fight back tears. Why had she made such a stupid mistake of thinking he loved her?
Before long, people were tucking in to extravagantly prepared food, their host even had hired waiters dressed as goblins, clowns etc. to walk around carrying silver trays of food and drink. Allyson refused to take any alcohol. Drunk was one state she did not want to be in. Although, she reflected with a shiver. It might help her warm up a little. It didn't take long until he was at the side of the swimming pool, watching women in swim suits swimming lengths, his eyes fixed on all of them. She wanted to kick him to the balls. He was an abusive, controlling prick. She just wished she'd realised this before it was too late. Turning away she made to head back to the main house, but he grabbed her arm. "Stay here bitch," he hissed in her ear. But Allyson had had enough. She waited until he was distracted, or at least his dick was, by a stunning blond and quietly slipped out back in to the house. If she couldn't talk to other guys, jealous little shit! She would at least talk to some of the other girls, most of whom appeared to be around her age. Older men looking for trophy women, she sighed. Now she was one of them. There was only one older guy she'd willingly be with and he was…
She again shook it off, although with less conviction this time. She'd been trying to do this for the last year after all. Ever since their encounter in the back of that police car and perhaps even before then if she was honest with herself.
"How are we supposed to get out of here?" Allyson had spoken quite before she'd realised it. Myers of course said nothing, just slowly climbed over the carpet where the smashed barrier had been and slid in to the front seat. Damn he's athletic, Allyson thought, again shaking it off. Stop it woman! You could be dead in a minute! He'll kill you, athletic, sexy or not!
Myers pulled open the passenger door and Allyson could hardly believe what happened then. He reached back, and grasped her hand in his, squeezing it lightly. Allyson could hardly believe what she was doing. She was about to trust Michael Myers, the Boogeyman. Yet, the feel of him holding her hand felt so… So right. She stood, ducking her head so as not to hit it on the car's roof and still holding Myers' hand tightly, she followed him over the broken barrier's remaining piece. Before long she was now in the front seat before Myers gently helped her out of the demolished car.
"What about him?" Allyson found her voice was shaking as she spoke, looking at the unconscious doctor in the driver's seat. Myers yanked the driver's door open and pulled Sartain out by the jacket. Allyson glared at the doctor in pure hatred. He'd just committed a kill of his own, Hawkins with his bladed pen. Sartain's eyes were flickering and he was clearly only just clinging on to life. Myers looked down at him dispassionately, until the doctor breathed his name. "Michael?" Myers looked expectantly at him. Allyson couldn't help but watch. "Say something," Sartain rasped.
After a second, Myers raised his boot and slammed it down on Sartain's skull. Allyson turned away quickly, closing her eyes. She didn't want to see this. But she heard more than enough. The loud crack, the squish of brain matter, the watery sound of blood. Covering her mouth, she tried not to vomit. She looked back to see Myers looking almost indifferently at his doctor's… Or rather former doctor's crushed head. Allyson almost wished what she'd just seen would change how she felt for Myers…But of course, it didn't.
After a moment, Myers took her hand in his again and just like before, she felt herself squeezing it tightly. The hand of a cold blooded killer who'd just crushed his doctor's skull. But she still couldn't let go, or stop herself wishing, longing… Myers didn't release her until they reached the house which was now hers and Ray's. When they did, he actually gave her hand another soft squeeze, then simply walked away.
"This is so cool!" One of the girls, Rachael? Ruth? Squealed, as they lounged in chairs on one of the many outside balconies, a waiter delivering those drinks. "How the other half live!" She sighed. "I wish I was this rich."
"Money's not everything," another girl, Julie said.
"I know, but Jesus! This is the life no shit!" All the girls were dressed similarly to Allyson. Short skirts and tops. Allyson wasn't sure why. Were they all supposed to fuck their men before the night was out? Judging by his remark earlier, the answer was probably yes. Or maybe they were supposed to swap… Allyson shivered at that thought. No way in hell was she even letting him touch her tonight, never mind anyone else. For the first time, she wished a year ago she'd just told him the truth…
She'd looked for the letter she'd written to Michael last night, but hadn't found it. Now she thought about it, she hadn't seen it for over a year. Wherever it was, she must've put it somewhere safe. Very safe if she herself couldn't find it.
Before much longer, the men appeared on the balconies, still in their suits. Allyson turned away. He took his seat and immediately the stunning blond slid in to his lap, his hands all over her breasts, one slowly slipping between her legs. You can have him, Allyson thought with a rush of hatred. You're welcome to him love! Just be warned he's an abusive asshole!
"Drink," he shot at Allyson. "Beer." Allyson couldn't be bothered to argue. She headed in to the huge kitchen, where a waiter pored her an iced beer. She took a lemonade. Heading back outside, she handed it to him, bad for him because it meant one hand had to let go of his new fuck toy. Too bad. She smirked behind her hand.
As the night went on, the revelry grew louder and louder. Eventually, everyone retired in to the huge living rooms and she saw him start a game of snooker with their host. How old was he? Certainly older than he was, that was for sure. Allyson could see him laughing with their host, smiling at him and keeping up the charm. Sleaze ball, she thought. He's probably just trying to get in to either his wallet, or his girlfriend's pants. Or both. That said, women were throwing themselves at him, as they always did. He was a very good looking guy, but as Allyson had learnt to her detriment, a very abusive one as well.
It was 2 in the morning before they all heard the banging on the door. Whoever was trying to get in clearly wanted to be heard? Their host staggered towards it, drunk as hell. Then there was the smash of glass. Allyson couldn't hold back a grin. Oh dear. That would cost him a few of his precious dollars to fix. Curious to see who the hell was making such a racket, a late crasher perhaps? Allyson slipped out behind him. But she hadn't got far when he grabbed her arm again. "You're mine," he hissed in her ear. "You stay with me bitch."
"Thought you had blondie," she shot back. He glared at her and slapped her to the face. Lightly, but it made his point. "Shut up."
Their host opened the door before the intruder could smash anymore glass. "What the fuck man?" He slurred, as drunk as most of the rest of the men by this point. "What the fuck you want? That's my window you just smashed. T…" There was a strangled gargling sound and Allyson looked over his shoulder and saw blood gushing from his slit throat, before his body slammed to the ground of his porch. A couple of the women screamed. But Allyson didn't. She couldn't. Was it…?
She ran back in to the living room as people scattered in all directions. He of course didn't care how she was, just ran out of the glass doors towards the pool.
Jumping in to the heated water, he tried to conceal himself in the shadows. Whoever the fuck their party crasher was he certainly had no desire to meet him. The bastard was a killer, who'd just killed their host, by slitting his throat to boot. He remembered what Allyson his bitch had told him about. That silent killer who'd been part of the reason her grandmother had killed herself. In truth he'd only half been listening; his mind was on fucking her that night too much to pay attention to what she'd been saying. He wracked his brains. Something about a guy in a white Halloween mask?
That was when the glass doors creaked open. He looked down at the water beneath him trying to be as quiet as he could. He didn't want to be one of the names ticked off this fucking killer's hit list. Silence. He couldn't hear anything. But he knew that if he made the slightest splash, the Psychopath would hear it. As slowly and quietly as he could, as if he was trying to avoid a shark out at sea, which he reflected he was, a land killer shark in this case, he edged towards the side of the pool, feeling around for the marble. It was darker than he'd first thought in here and he couldn't see much. He'd just almost reached it when the hands closed tightly around his neck in a suffocating grip. He desperately tried to fight them off, but it was impossible. Next thing he knew his head was being pushed towards the dark water. Just before he was forced under, he looked up and the last thing he saw in his life was a pale, white mask and a huge knife.
Allyson couldn't see a thing. She had no idea who'd broken in, she could think of only one killer. But it couldn't be could it? Once again for one of many times in the last year she felt her heart rate pick up, but not with fear. Oh no, this was a totally different emotion. Longing. She heard a woman scream, and ran towards her, only to see a man's body hanging by his knotted neck tie from one of the chandeliers in the ceiling. His throat too was slit. Blood covered the floor.
"WHO THE FUCK IS DOING THIS?" One of the women screamed in utter terror. Allyson made no answer. It couldn't be him. It couldn't. Could it?
"FUCK!" Another woman screamed, as this time a man was hanging by his neck from one of the silver coat hooks, the ornamental statue which had stood next to it crushing his skull. Another man was found with his stomach slashed open, clearly having been just about to use a toilet given his trousers were around his ankles.
The house was now totally silent. Allyson couldn't hear a thing. Slowly, the women crept towards the front door and out in to the night. Whoever the killer was, he seemed to be allowing them to leave. But Allyson wasn't so quick to move for the exit. She kept her eyes peeled as she headed through the house. She had to know, she had to.
It didn't take her long to find him, floating lifeless in the swimming pool. She felt nothing. No sadness, just relief. She tried to hate herself for feeling it, but she couldn't. He'd treated her like nothing but shit on his shiny dress shoes. He'd deserved it. He was a womaniser and abuser. She saw the guy suspended by the neck, then several more bodies. But they all seemed to be the men. The women managed to get out. All accept one.
She saw the blond girl who'd been all over him. She winced when she did so. The girl's face appeared to have been cut off with a knife. She couldn't look at the floor or she'd throw up. It looked just as it had when Michael had crushed Sartain's skull a year ago. Michael. It was then Allyson heard the soft squeak of a floor board. She stayed very still, not wanting to move. The house which had been so loud just hours ago, was now completely silent. At least 10 dead people within it. Allyson was too scared to even breathe never mind talk. But she knew she had to. If she let this chance pass her by a second time, she'd probably follow Laurie and eat a gun. "Michael?" She whispered for a second time. Are you mad? Shouted a voice inside her head. Do you want to die?
Nothing. Not a sound. Allyson made to head slowly towards the front door herself, only realising then that her legs were shaking badly. Where she went now she had no idea. This party was the first time she'd returned to Haddonfield in at least 8 months and she really didn't want to be here. Not just because of Laurie, her parents, but because… Again, she stopped the thought. She had to. She was only a few feet from the front door when it slammed shut.
"What the hell?" She breathed. That wouldn't have happened by itself. But she had only a second to think this before she was grabbed by the arm, but it wasn't a hard grip. She looked up and felt her heart stop. She was looking straight at a pale white mask, which was unmistakable.
"Michael?" She breathed, feeling her heart skip just at the sound of his name. Yes he was a killer, yes he'd just killed at least 10 people, but… But she didn't care! At least he'd never know how she felt about him.
It was then that the killer released her arm and next second her hand was in his, as it had been exactly one year before when he'd helped her out of the smashed police car. For the second time, she found herself squeezing it tightly. Still holding her hand, Michael Myers opened the front door and led her from the house and towards a pickup truck. When they reached it, he gently lifted her up in to the passenger seat before joining her and locking them in. The windows were tinted black. Then, the killer removed his mask and Allyson looked straight in to his black cold eyes, the ones Laurie had described as the "abyss." But they didn't look like that to her. They looked… Well… Gorgeous. Don't lie! She shouted at herself. Just admit it! Gorgeous was right.
Slowly, Myers turned to face her. "Did you know I'd be here tonight Mr. Myers?" Allyson had asked him the question before she could stop herself. Myers made no answer for a moment, then reached in to the back, producing the file Allyson had given him exactly a year ago tonight. Allyson raised an eyebrow. Myers suddenly slammed it to the floor making a loud bang. Allyson started slightly. Then his surprisingly warm and soft hands were against her face turning it and she realised he was looking at her black eye. She didn't have to guess too hard to realise he was angry. Very angry. But why? Allyson felt herself shiver. Myers then gently raised her arm, looking at the bruises her so-called boyfriend had left by squeezing it tightly. Allyson looked in to the killer's face and managed a small smile. "I'm ok," she whispered to him. "Take it that was you who drowned him? Thanks. I was looking for a way out for months. He was an abusive prick."
Myers' unblinking gaze was once again fixed on her face, but it was more intense this time. Without doubt, he was angry. But for her, not at her. That thought gave her a warm, tingling feeling in her heart, body and head. God she wanted him in every single way. For life. She just wished she could tell him so…
Eventually Myers released her face with one hand, the other still remaining warm and gentle against her uninjured cheek. He again reached down and picked up the file. He opened it and flipped through it, before withdrawing a piece of paper. Allyson felt her heart stop and she gasped out loud. That was where her letter was. For the last year, Michael had had it all along. She'd accidentally put it straight in to his file, the one person she hadn't wanted to read it! He knew… Myers' eyes rested on it and Allyson followed his gaze. To kiss the Boogeyman, love him, be his, in your arms night after night for the rest of my life. He'd already lowered the file back to the truck's floor and pocketed her letter before taking her face in both hands once more and turning her head slowly to face him.
"I… I've been looking for that for the last damn year," she breathed. "No wonder I couldn't find it! I wanted to leave Haddonfield, I don't know my parent's anymore, my ex-boyfriend, um, late ex-boyfriend was such a lovely gentleman and I've made so many mistakes! I truly didn't mean you to see that letter and I can't believe I put it in your damn file! I must've been thinking about you as I put it away and it was just automatic… But every word of it is true Mr. Myers. Every, single, one. I know about the age gap, I know you're dangerous, silent, but me…"
But she didn't get any further because Myers released her face then and pulled her in to his arms. Allyson rested her head against his shoulder, hardly able to believe where she was. Allyson looked up at his now unmasked face for the first time. Her heart sped up even further. He really was one gorgeous man. To kiss the Boogeyman, she thought, dazed, just before Myers' lips descended on hers and that was exactly what she was doing. His arms tightened around her as their kiss deepened and their tongues began a sensual dance. Myers softly pushed her head back to his shoulder as they kissed and kissed. Allyson felt the tears running down her cheeks and was pretty sure this time unlike the hundreds she'd shed over the last year, these were happy ones.
"Michael," she gasped eventually as she pulled back. "I might have never meant you to see it, but as you have, I…" But Myers stopped her again by tightening his arms and in one move she was lifted on to his lap and against his chest, as he held her tightly and protectively. Her head again rested against the side of his neck. They looked at each other and maybe she was imagining it, but she was sure she could see warmth in the usually emotionless and cold gaze of Michael Myers.
"You…" She blurted, unable to stop herself. "You don't mind the age gap? It doesn't…" Myers stopped her yet again by covering her mouth with his, as he slowly turned her head towards him again before she felt something cold and so soothing rest on her swollen eye. She let out a sigh of relief unable to stop it. Shit that felt good. "Thank you," she breathed. Still holding it there, Myers kissed her again, his arms tightening still further as he did so. Eventually, Myers released her and started the engine, softly squeezing her hand in his again before he pulled away. Allyson felt tired, her eye hurt, but she was happier than she could remember being. She had no idea what her future held or even if she'd live to see the whole of the first day in November, but right then she didn't care. When Myers stopped, Allyson couldn't stop the flicker of hope and longing. They were outside Myers' house. Myers gently lifted her out of the vehicle and in to the house. "I'm sorry about my clothes," she said, suddenly embarrassed at her almost nakedness in front of him. "He made me wear this, for obvious reasons. I was so cold…" Myers again pulled her close, before wrapping his warm jacket around her, leading her by the hand in to the living room and lighting a fire in the hearth. He eased her to the sofa and then joined her, pulling her tightly close to him.
"I left Haddonfield as I said I would, although I had no idea I'd meet such an abusive guy. Out of that cage with you in to another one, this one being mental." She sighed. "He treated me like shit. I don't know why. You know, last Halloween night when I met you, the man I was dating then had just kissed another girl too. What is it with me and shit men? I sure know how to pick them huh? Then the one I do love I vow never to tell because I'm afraid of his reaction, only to put my damn letter straight in to his hands!" Had she just heard Myers let out a soft chuckle? He kissed her again, holding her tightly. "I meant what I said you know," she murmured. "I want to be yours for life. I do. I wasn't making that up." Myers again stopped her with a kiss.
A little later they headed upstairs to his room and Myers held her tightly to him in his huge bed. When she woke up the next day, Myers wasn't there, but a huge bunch of flowers was, right by her bedside. Her eyes watered with tears as soon as she saw them. There was no card, but she didn't need one. She knew who they were from. But where was he?
She headed downstairs, only to find her favourite tea bags by the kettle, a clean mug and milk in the fridge. How did he know what she liked to drink? Had he been watching her for the last year? Biding his time before he killed her late ex? That thought gave her a feeling of sadness. If only she'd known. She could've been with him long before now. She made herself a strong tea, sitting in the living room with a book on her Kindle. She always carried it in her bag along with her phone. A few hours later, Myers returned in his pickup. "Hi," she said softly, as he came over to and kissed her lips softly. She raised her eyebrows as Myers took her hand and led her outside. Again, she clung to him as tears of love fell down her cheeks. Myers' pickup was full of her possessions, everything she owned. As he kissed her again, Myers slipped something in to her hand. A house key.
2 weeks later, Allyson could hardly believe everything that'd happened. She'd hugged Michael for ages that first night, thanking him over and over again. Michael had retrieved some ice from the freezer and once again held it to her eye, which was already starting to go down. As he did he'd softly kissed her. The night he'd brought her things over, he took her up to bed and Allyson said simply, "please," and he'd made love to her again and again as the night passed. Allyson could hardly believe she was giving her all to Michael Myers, Laurie's worst fear, the Boogeyman.
A further 2 weeks later, Allyson had got a place on the course she'd always wanted to study at Haddonfield College. Michael, although he hadn't spoken a word was very supportive and on the first day before she left, she found a brand new backpack, lots of stationary etc. waiting for her by the front door. "You shouldn't have," she'd mock reprimanded him over a coffee, but he'd just kissed her, shaking his head.
Three nights after she'd started the course, she came in to find Myers had cooked her favourite meal. They sat at the kitchen table, which he'd laid with candles. This guy's a masked killer? Allyson thought. Could've fooled me! After they'd eaten, Myers helped her up by the hand and in to their living room. "Michael," she asked quietly, but Myers made no answer, just knelt on one knee in front of her. Allyson's hands flew to her mouth as he pulled out a leather box from his pocket once again taking her hand in his, as he'd done so many times before, starting that first night. He opened it, to reveal a diamond ring. "Yes," Allyson sobbed as she grabbed him in a tight hug, her arms around his neck. "Yes Michael Myers yes, yes!"
A week later, Allyson Nelson became Allyson Myers in a very quiet ceremony. She didn't tell Ray or Karen. As far as she was concerned they hadn't been parents at all over the last year. If they had been, they'd have noticed the abusive relationship she'd been in and tried to get her out of it. Vicky was there of course, her face shocked with disbelief when Allyson first told her about her and Michael. She'd come round to Michael's house many times and Allyson had smiled when Vicky and the Boogeyman had shaken hands the first time then as time passed, Vicky had hugged him and kissed his cheek. "She adores you," Allyson heard her say to him once. "That's obvious, so, so do I."
Their wedding night was better than she could've dreamed. Myers made love to her again and again, her husband. They didn't sleep until dawn broke. So their wedding night was spent at home instead of anywhere fancy with Vicky sleeping in one of the spare rooms, but Allyson didn't care. There was nowhere else she'd rather be. She'd told Michael about his abuse towards her and everything she'd been through, also expanding on Laurie's suicide and Ray's alcoholism and treatment of her since the divorce. "I just wish I'd told you last year," she'd said. "That Halloween night in that cage after all." Myers simply held her close and kissed her, but she understood her husband's silent message. This cage, she was never getting out of. That was fine with her. This was one cage she never wanted to escape from.