Time : 20:08
Youth Center
Manhattan
Lopez skidded his car to a halt outside the youth center, Jake doing the same just behind him. The three men jumped out onto the street, looking around for the killer. There was a few teens on the sidewalk, which Lopez ordered to leave. Without argument, they did, and the three men ran into the building.
Jake looked around. He couldn't see anybody fitting Myers description. He knew he had to find this Pete Tomlinson before Myers did, or else he would have failed. He looked around frantically, as did Mike and Lopez. Jake pushed his way through people to get to the bar. He leaned towards the barman. "Excuse me!" he yelled, trying to be heard over the music. The barman looked at him. Jake held up the picture of Jake he'd taken from the case file. "Have you seen this boy tonight?"
"Yeah!" the barman replied. "He's here somewhere." Jake nodded.
"Thank you!" he yelled, then turned around. He couldn't see him in the room. He walked back to the entrance, where Mike and Lopez where. "Mike, you wait here." he told him. "I need you to keep watch in case Jake leaves, or Myers enters."
"No problem." Mike replied.
"Good man. Don't let anyone in." Jake added. "Lopez, you keep checking the main room. I might have missed him." Lopez nodded. "Don't cause any panic. That's the last thing we need. I'll search the other rooms here." Jake stated, then walked down the hallway.
Pete and Kylie turned on the light to one of the rooms on the top floor of the youth center. It was empty. Kylie walked in, and Pete closed the door behind them. They walked into the middle of the room, and sat on a table. "Are we meant to be in here?" Kylie asked. Pete shrugged.
"I doubt it. But I wanted to talk to you in private, and nobody will come up here." Pete explained. "Well, I dunno what to say really." Kylie smiled, having a feeling that she knew what he wanted to say.
"You don't?" she said. Pete looked at her.
"It's been a while since I've asked anyone this, really." Pete told her, still trying to think of how to say what he wanted to say.
"Been a while since you asked what?" Kylie asked, waiting for him to ask the question. She knew what her answer would be.
"Will you..." Pete began, when suddenly the door burst open. A man stood there, looking at them. "Jesus!" Pete yelled. "What do you want?" he asked, pissed off.
"Are you Pete Tomlinson?" asked the man. Pete nodded. The man pulled out an identification badge. "I'm Jake Loomis, FBI." he stated. Jake jumped up.
"I haven't done anything!" Pete insisted.
"I know, but someone is here, and they want you dead." Jake told him. Pete looked at him.
"Is this a joke?" Pete asked. "Did Bill put you up to this?"
"No, I don't know Bill." Jake told him.
"What's going on?" Kylie asked, sounding fairly frightened.
"Look, I need you to come with me, or you'll die!" Jake stated, looking at Pete. Pete spotted someone moving up the stairs behind Jake. The second person was moving slowly, and looked fairly big.
"Behind you!" Kylie shouted, noticing the figure as well. Jake turned around, and saw a tall, well built man in black clothing and a white mask.
"Myers..." Jake muttered, recognizing the man. "Go!" he yelled at the two teens. "Fire escape!" He pulled out his pistol and fired three bullets at Myers. They barely affected him. Pete and Kylie quickly ran to the fire escape, and climbed down the ladder. The reached the bottom, and looked up.
Jake realized that his gun was useless against Myers, and ran towards the fire escape. He grabbed the ladder, and slid down it, landing on his feet at the bottom. He looked up. Myers was nowhere to be seen. He grabbed the two teens. "This way!" he yelled, running to the cars. As they reached his car, Jake turned to face Mike. "Get Lopez, we're leaving!" he yelled, unlocking the car. as Mike ran into the building, Pete and Kylie jumped into the back of the car.
Lopez walked into the bathroom, needing to take a leak. As he walked in, he saw something on the floor. He peered round the cubicle corner and saw a dead body laying there, wearing a costume similar to Myers. "Jesus!" Lopez said, running back out. He looked around. Mike ran up to him. "There's a dead kid in there!" he yelled. Some teens close by heard him, and ran into the main room.
"We've gotta go!" Mike yelled. "We've got Jake and some other girl, but Myers is here too!"
"No shit!" Lopez replied, and they both ran out of the building. Moments later, a flood of teens ran out, some screaming, as news of the murder reached them all.
"Fuck!" Jake cursed. They didn't need all this panic right now. Mike jumped into the car and into the seat beside Jake. As the crowd died down, they all saw a figure at the end of the alleyway.
"Go!" Mike yelled at Jake. Jake tried to start up the car, but the engine wouldn't co-operate. Lopez saw the figure, and pulled out his gun.
"Get outta here!" he ordered the two FBI agents. He aimed the gun at the man, who was now slowly walking forwards.
"The gun is useless!" Jake warned him. "Get in your car and get outta here!" Lopez ignored him, and started to fire at Myers. "Shit!" Jake yelled, slamming his hands onto the steering wheel. Suddenly, the car roared to life, and Jake quickly drove them down the road, out of danger for now.
Lopez continued to fire at the oncoming figure. It reached him as he ran out of ammunition, and it threw him down the alleyway, into the ladder. He hit it hard, and collapsed to the ground, dropping his gun just in front of him. He wa stunned, and could barely move.
He managed to look up at the man, who was now standing near him. It knelt down and picked up his gun, then stood up. With it's other hand, it picked up Lopez and propped him up next to the ladder. Lopez looked at the man, who was pointing the gun at his face. He spat blood at him, hitting the man's white mask. "Fuck you.." he muttered. The man pulled back it's arm, and smashed the barrel of the pistol through Lopez's face, killing him instantly.
Youth Center
Manhattan
Lopez skidded his car to a halt outside the youth center, Jake doing the same just behind him. The three men jumped out onto the street, looking around for the killer. There was a few teens on the sidewalk, which Lopez ordered to leave. Without argument, they did, and the three men ran into the building.
Jake looked around. He couldn't see anybody fitting Myers description. He knew he had to find this Pete Tomlinson before Myers did, or else he would have failed. He looked around frantically, as did Mike and Lopez. Jake pushed his way through people to get to the bar. He leaned towards the barman. "Excuse me!" he yelled, trying to be heard over the music. The barman looked at him. Jake held up the picture of Jake he'd taken from the case file. "Have you seen this boy tonight?"
"Yeah!" the barman replied. "He's here somewhere." Jake nodded.
"Thank you!" he yelled, then turned around. He couldn't see him in the room. He walked back to the entrance, where Mike and Lopez where. "Mike, you wait here." he told him. "I need you to keep watch in case Jake leaves, or Myers enters."
"No problem." Mike replied.
"Good man. Don't let anyone in." Jake added. "Lopez, you keep checking the main room. I might have missed him." Lopez nodded. "Don't cause any panic. That's the last thing we need. I'll search the other rooms here." Jake stated, then walked down the hallway.
Pete and Kylie turned on the light to one of the rooms on the top floor of the youth center. It was empty. Kylie walked in, and Pete closed the door behind them. They walked into the middle of the room, and sat on a table. "Are we meant to be in here?" Kylie asked. Pete shrugged.
"I doubt it. But I wanted to talk to you in private, and nobody will come up here." Pete explained. "Well, I dunno what to say really." Kylie smiled, having a feeling that she knew what he wanted to say.
"You don't?" she said. Pete looked at her.
"It's been a while since I've asked anyone this, really." Pete told her, still trying to think of how to say what he wanted to say.
"Been a while since you asked what?" Kylie asked, waiting for him to ask the question. She knew what her answer would be.
"Will you..." Pete began, when suddenly the door burst open. A man stood there, looking at them. "Jesus!" Pete yelled. "What do you want?" he asked, pissed off.
"Are you Pete Tomlinson?" asked the man. Pete nodded. The man pulled out an identification badge. "I'm Jake Loomis, FBI." he stated. Jake jumped up.
"I haven't done anything!" Pete insisted.
"I know, but someone is here, and they want you dead." Jake told him. Pete looked at him.
"Is this a joke?" Pete asked. "Did Bill put you up to this?"
"No, I don't know Bill." Jake told him.
"What's going on?" Kylie asked, sounding fairly frightened.
"Look, I need you to come with me, or you'll die!" Jake stated, looking at Pete. Pete spotted someone moving up the stairs behind Jake. The second person was moving slowly, and looked fairly big.
"Behind you!" Kylie shouted, noticing the figure as well. Jake turned around, and saw a tall, well built man in black clothing and a white mask.
"Myers..." Jake muttered, recognizing the man. "Go!" he yelled at the two teens. "Fire escape!" He pulled out his pistol and fired three bullets at Myers. They barely affected him. Pete and Kylie quickly ran to the fire escape, and climbed down the ladder. The reached the bottom, and looked up.
Jake realized that his gun was useless against Myers, and ran towards the fire escape. He grabbed the ladder, and slid down it, landing on his feet at the bottom. He looked up. Myers was nowhere to be seen. He grabbed the two teens. "This way!" he yelled, running to the cars. As they reached his car, Jake turned to face Mike. "Get Lopez, we're leaving!" he yelled, unlocking the car. as Mike ran into the building, Pete and Kylie jumped into the back of the car.
Lopez walked into the bathroom, needing to take a leak. As he walked in, he saw something on the floor. He peered round the cubicle corner and saw a dead body laying there, wearing a costume similar to Myers. "Jesus!" Lopez said, running back out. He looked around. Mike ran up to him. "There's a dead kid in there!" he yelled. Some teens close by heard him, and ran into the main room.
"We've gotta go!" Mike yelled. "We've got Jake and some other girl, but Myers is here too!"
"No shit!" Lopez replied, and they both ran out of the building. Moments later, a flood of teens ran out, some screaming, as news of the murder reached them all.
"Fuck!" Jake cursed. They didn't need all this panic right now. Mike jumped into the car and into the seat beside Jake. As the crowd died down, they all saw a figure at the end of the alleyway.
"Go!" Mike yelled at Jake. Jake tried to start up the car, but the engine wouldn't co-operate. Lopez saw the figure, and pulled out his gun.
"Get outta here!" he ordered the two FBI agents. He aimed the gun at the man, who was now slowly walking forwards.
"The gun is useless!" Jake warned him. "Get in your car and get outta here!" Lopez ignored him, and started to fire at Myers. "Shit!" Jake yelled, slamming his hands onto the steering wheel. Suddenly, the car roared to life, and Jake quickly drove them down the road, out of danger for now.
Lopez continued to fire at the oncoming figure. It reached him as he ran out of ammunition, and it threw him down the alleyway, into the ladder. He hit it hard, and collapsed to the ground, dropping his gun just in front of him. He wa stunned, and could barely move.
He managed to look up at the man, who was now standing near him. It knelt down and picked up his gun, then stood up. With it's other hand, it picked up Lopez and propped him up next to the ladder. Lopez looked at the man, who was pointing the gun at his face. He spat blood at him, hitting the man's white mask. "Fuck you.." he muttered. The man pulled back it's arm, and smashed the barrel of the pistol through Lopez's face, killing him instantly.