Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Halloween

This is my first story and I just wanted to try writing a Halloween story with my own thoughts. Any reviews would be nice if you feel I need to clear something up, I will do my best to let you inside my head. I will try my best with Michael's side and hope to not disappoint anyone. :)

A small girl of about seven years of age hid behind a tree with her hands covering her mouth trying to be quiet. Her long black hair slightly disheveled from running, though it still shined glossy and straight. Her breathing was erratic while she tried to calm herself and make her breathing even though she couldn't stop her heartbeat from sounding like a jackhammer, her heart beating fast like that of a hummingbird's wings.

A snap of a twig sounded from behind the tree a little to her left and the girl let out a surprised squeak before quieting herself once again. With curiosity she turned as quietly as possible to the left while grabbing at the tree to steady herself, her fingers dug into the grooves of the bark while she poked her head out slightly to see if she could spy on who or what had made the sound. Before she had a chance to look, someone came from the right of the tree and tackled her from behind shoving her into the dirt, with a startled scream she fell onto the ground by the tree before she hit her head against an exposed root. The person on her back holding her down.

With a small but quick cry the girl turned to glare at the boy and exclaimed loudly, "Ow, Michael that hurt!"

Quickly the weight on her back was gone and she was grabbed by her shoulders and slowly pulled up from the dirt and the same hands maneuvered her to spin and face him, to sit down while a boy around the age of nine shoved his hands into her hair to see where her head had been struck. Michael examined her forehead where a slight bump was already starting to form though there was no cut so he assumed it would only bruise. He gently untangled his fingers from her hair and rubbed the dirt from her pale face trying to be gentle.

"I'm sorry Sylvie, I was only trying to scare you." , the boy spoke softly and while his voice sounded concerned, his face seemed fairly emotionless to anyone who was looking.

Sylvie had no tears in her eyes when her startling bright blue eyes looked up into Michael's dull blue ones. She stared for the longest time before she spoke again, "It's ok, it just means you'll have to be it again." She gave a mischievous smile to him before she jumped at Michael and shoved him to the ground and sat atop him with a smirk on her face while she told him, "but first I have to go home for dinner...can we play tomorrow?" The question at the end was softly spoken.

Her words were hopeful as she pleaded at him with her eyes to say yes. Michael nodded his head once without a second thought and Sylvie squealed with delight, jumping off Michael running in circles around him laughing in joy. Michael watched her in amusement before he heard yelling coming from the park behind them, they hadn't gone far from the playground but as Sylvie had said it was time for her to go home.

Jumping at the sound of her name being hollered, Sylvie sadly glanced at where her babysitter was and sighed at how Janet only scowled and tapped her foot impatiently for Sylvie to hurry up and get over to her. The teen was impatient and her body language could be easily read by anyone looking.

Sylvie quickly went to Michael and hugged him as he sat up to walk with her whispering into his ear, "can you sneak in tonight?"

They both heard Janet yelling for Sylvie to step on it, Janet was now leaning back and sighing in frustration so they hurried their goodbyes. That didn't stop Michael from putting his hands around Sylvie to squeeze her tightly around the waist and nodded his head before saying, "just remember to leave your window cracked open."

Sylvie squeaked with happiness before pulling out of Michael's arms and running to Janet who by that time was fairly upset with having to wait while she yelled at Sylvie, "What the hell?! When I call you that means you need to move your ass you little twerp, if you keep this up I won't take you to hang out with that freak Myers kid again. God you're lucky I need the money or..."

Rolling her eyes Sylvie listened half halfheartedly as Janet went on a rant and she followed her babysitter home which was a block over from the park and also happened to be three houses down from Michael's own home. Sylvie turned back while she was walking to look at Michael and wave goodbye to him for now, with a knowing smirk on her little lips.

Michael waved back to Sylvie just as she and her babysitter had made it out of the park's gate and he stood there till he couldn't see Sylvie any longer as she and Janet went around a house and onto their street. When she was gone he went to the tree where Sylvie had been hiding and spotted what he was looking for, grabbing his clown mask from the dirt where he had tackled Sylvie and dusted off the dirt to show how well worn it was with the paint cracking and it being faded in certain areas. Still good.

He used his hands to push his dirty shoulder length blond hair back from his face, his fingers slightly tangling into knots from his unkempt hair. Michael then placed the clown mask on his slightly pudgy pale face, closing his lids when it was in place and breathed in softly as if enjoying the feel of it, hiding behind his mask, feeling as if he didn't have to be him anymore that he was someone better than himself. It was power to be someone other than himself or rather to believe he was someone better and stronger.

When Michael opened his eyes he saw the park in a new light with a sense of control about him. He decided it was time to go home for dinner as well, to see Boo and his mother at least would be worth it, though seeing his sister Judith and his mother's boyfriend Ronnie would try his patience entirely. Michael left the park and on his way home he passed by Sylvie's house first and he saw that Janet was leaving so he stopped on the sidewalk to stare at her while the babysitter walked down from the porch, digging in her bag for God only knew what.

As Janet reached the end of the house's walkway to the sidewalk she felt as though someone was in front of her and when she looked up she jumped and pulled her hand from her purse and put a hand over her heart with a start.

"God Michael you scared the shit out of me" ,her voice was breathy as she looked at him waiting for a response.

Michael only tilted his head ever so slightly to the right as he stared at her through the holes of his mask. He eyed her face and how her nostrils were flared and her eyes were wide with fear, he then looked down to where her hand covered her heart and just stood there unmoving. Janet only grew annoyed as she didn't get a response, she hated Michael Myers because when she had to watch over Sylvie in a way she had to also deal with him as well with him always waiting for Sylvie or following them, he had even been there waiting at a few destinations when she had known for a fact that it had been a spur of the moment trip when she was in a good mood and decided to treat Sylvie.

"Hey freak, are you going to move? I don't have time fo..." ,before she could finish Michael turned and walked down the street past the last three houses before getting to his own home, without so much as a backward glance to Janet and he entered his home. Janet hadn't realized she had been staring at him walking all the way till a car drove by and she seemed to have snapped herself out of the daze she found herself in. She only shrugged her jacket closer to her before taking a tighter hold on her purse and turned in the opposite direction to go wait at the bus stop for her ride home.

Author Note: Sorry for the long wait, depression is kicking my butt. I did small adjustments and updated the chapter a bit to my liking, nothing huge though. I want to try and work on this, to finish it. Sorry to the reviewers who asked for more and had to wait for so long.