Time : 17:15
Manhattan

Jake Loomis was at the wheel of the car, and Daniel Cave sat beside him. He watched the roads thoughtfully. "Do you know where the police precinct here is?" Daniel asked.
"I got a pretty good idea." Jake replied. He turned the car round the corner to see another deserted street. "Pretty quiet around here. Not what I expected." Daniel looked around the street, trying to spot someone.
"Pity really. We could've asked someone for directions." Jake laughed slightly.
"We'll find it in a minute. I think it's near." Jake told his partner. Daniel wound down the window and took a cigarette out of it's packet, then placed the butt in his mouth. He fumbled around in his pocket for his lighter. Jake looked at him from the corner of his eye and flicked the cigarette out of Daniel's mouth, out of the window. Daniel watched as Jake did this.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Daniel asked, baffled as to why Jake decided to do what he did.
"Don't smoke in my car." Jake replied bluntly.
"I had the window open!" Daniel retaliated.
"Don't smoke. Give up. Those things'll kill you." Jake insisted.
"Keep fucking around like that and I'll kill you." Daniel stated.
"Stop bitching. Look, there it is." Jake said, pointing. The police precinct was halfway down the road. Jake turned the car into the car park, and the two got out. They walked over to the precinct, walking through the front of the building.

Time : 17:18
Harold's Corner Shop
Manhattan

Harold looked around his deserted shop, waiting for someone to walk in and buy at least something to make the day less boring. He leaned on the counter, looking at the cash register. He'd opened it twice that day.
The phone in the back room rang. Harold left the counter and walked into the back room. He picked up the phone and lifted it to his ear. "Hello?" he asked.
"Hey dad." his son, Bill, said. "I won't be back until about midday tomorrow, ok?" Harold rolled his eyes. He knew it was pointless arguing.
"Sure, ok. Behave yourself, y'hear?" Harold replied.
"I will." Bill told him.
Harold heard the faint tinkering sound of the bell.
"Someone's just come in." Harold explained. "I've gotta go now."
"Ok, dad. Bye." Bill replied, and Harold put down the phone. He quickly walked into the main shop to greet his customer.
The shop was empty still. Harold looked around for whoever walked in, but saw nobody. Maybe they were hiding. Harold walked out from behind the counter and down one of the isles, looking either side of it. Nobody was there. He shrugged, and returned to his post. He walked behind the counter, then noticed something missing. The cash register.
Harold turned around quickly to phone the police, but was stopped by somebody smashing the cash register into his face with such a force the front of his skull imploded in a mash of blood and bone and muscle.

Time : 17:19
New York Police Department
New York

"Michael who?" Lieutenant Charles Lopez asked after the FBI agent Jake Loomis told him who he thought the killer was.
"Myers." Jake replied. "Michael Myers." Lopez looked at him with an odd glance.
"Myers was killed two years ago. We've read the report. He was killed by Laurie..." Lopez started to explain.
"Strode, with an axe through the neck." Jake finished. "I know."
"Then why are you insisting he's alive and killing now?" Lopez asked, confused.
"Because Myers isn't human." Jake replied, trying to put it as simple as possible. He knew he'd failed that as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Say what?" Lopez asked, thinking this guy had flipped.
"What I mean is, he can't be killed. Not by conventional methods, anyway. If you've read the reports, you'll know he's been shot numerous times, blown up, char-grilled, run over, beaten up, all sorts that any human, no matter how tough, would easily be dead from." Jake explained.
"I read various reports of Myers' death. My theory is that people are pretending to be this guy." Lopez stated.
"Well, we do know that there definitely will be more murders unless you stop this guy soon." Daniel said. Lopez looked at him, but didn't say anything.
"Alright. But this psycho is human, and definitely isn't a zombie." Lopez stated to both of them. "Have you any idea where he'll strike next?"
"I have a feeling he'll attack mainly teenagers, maybe a select few." Jake explained.
"Why's that?" Lopez asked.
"Myers did." Lopez leaned back in his chair and sighed. "If it's not Myers, then it's almost definitely a copycat killer."
"Fair enough. If I find anything out, I'll call you, and if you find anything, you call me, ok?" Lopez gave in. Jake nodded.
"Ok." Daniel said, and the two agents walked away from Lopez's desk.

Time : 19:35
Pete Tomlinson's house
Manhattan

Pete and Bill were sat in front of the television, playing Tekken 3. They punched at the controller's small buttons frantically, and watched as either character on screen was beaten up by the other. Pete finally beat Bill by making his character step out of the way of Bill's kick and pressing a combination of buttons which kicked Bill's character to death. Pete cheered as the victory screen came up, and Bill fell backwards onto his back in failure.
"Rematch!" Bill shouted as he fell backwards.
"You up for more beatings, huh?" Pete replied, confident that he could win again. Bill sat up again and pressed the start button.
"Gonna whup your ass this time." Bill warned, and the both of them started hammering the buttons. Pete's mom opened the door to his bedroom, and he paused the game.
"I'm now off." she stated. "You behave yourself tonight, ok?"
"We will." Pete assured her. "When'll you be back?"
"Tomorrow." his mom answered. "About five in the afternoon probably" Pete nodded.
"Ok, see you then." Pete replied, and his mom closed the door again. Bill looked at Pete.
"House is free then." he stated. Pete nodded."
"Guess so." he replied.
"How about we come back here after the party, make the night last longer?" Bill asked, hopeful.
"Yeah, I don't see why not." Pete answered.
"Nice one." Bill replied as Pete unpaused the game and pressed his controller hard, resulting in a combo that finished the match. Bill looked at the screen, then at Pete. "That wasn't right." he said, amazed at how Pete managed to do what he did. Pete shrugged.
"You're just shit at the game, that's all." Pete told him. He stood up, and walked out of his room. Bill jumped up and followed him.

Time : 21:04
Alleyway at 32nd Street
Manhattan

Four youths, about 18 or 19, were standing around a metal barrel, feeling the warmth from the flames. All were smoking, and wearing chains, long hooded sweaters, sneakers. Thugs. Another boy walked down the dark alley towards them, dragging a unconscious woman along with him. He reached the rest of his group, and threw the woman against the wall. "Look what I found." he mocked as they all looked at the woman. She murmured as she slid down the wall, blood covered the side of her white shirt.
"You took her money?" another boy asked.
"Yeah." replied the leader figure. He threw the boy the purse. "Count it." The woman looked up at the boys, and tried to scream. One of the boys quickly knelt in front of her and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Shhhh..." he whispered. "You'll wake the neighborhood." He laughed, as did the other boys, as the woman looked at them with wide, terrified eyes. As the boys were laughing, a large, rusted pole burst straight through the boy on the far right's chest. He screamed as his killer tossed him into the air and down the alley like a skewered rag doll.
The other boys turned around as a large man in a white mask faced them. "Little early for halloween, ain't it?" the leader taunted as he pulled out his gun and fired a bullet into the man's gut. The man reeled back slightly, but didn't seem to feel the pain. He didn't even groan as the bullet punched through his stomach.
The leader fired again, hitting the man in the shoulder. Still nothing much happened, and the leader fired continuously into his body. Finally, the man was flung back into some boxes and trash bags. He didn't move. Without speaking, the leader and another boy walked over to the body, as the other two stood by the woman, who was still leaning against the wall in shock.
The leader bent down and slowly went to pull off the man's mask. Suddenly, it's hand gripped his wrist tight. The leader screamed in pain as the man in the white mask crushed his wrist, snapping the bones loudly, and blood oozed out of the gaps between it's fingers. With his other hand, the man grabbed the second boys face and tightened his grip. the boy screamed as his skull cracked and crushed under the enormous pressure. The man flung the dead boy's body backwards, hitting another thug.
The leader punched the masked man in the face with his free hand, and the masked man looked at him. The leader swung again, but the man caught his punch, and snapped his hands backwards, twisted, and ripped it clean of his wrist. The leader howled at the incredible pain, and the man stabbed the boy in the face with the bone sticking out of the bottom of his dismembered hand.
The other two thugs decided not to mess with this man, and quickly fled down the alleyway. The woman looked on as the man stood up and pushed the dead leader to one side. He looked at her in the eyes, and slowly walked over to her. The woman tried screaming again, but this time she was to petrified to make a sound, or even move a muscle.