Time : 20:23
Manhattan
Jake spun the car around a corner, narrowly missing another car heading the opposite way. The driver skidded to a halt as Jake sped past him, and he yelled abusively at him. Jake ignored the other driver, and continued to drive at high speed through the streets.
"What the hell is going on?" Pete asked, looking behind them instinctively.
"You're life is in danger, we're here to help you." Jake replied, concentrating on not crashing the car. "You know of a Michael Myers?"
"Yeah, I've heard the stories." Pete stated. "Some psycho who killed his family members on Halloween. Where was it, some place in Illinois?"
"Haddensfield." Jake said. "Now you've met him."
"That was Myers?" Kylie asked, shocked and surprised at the same time. "I thought he was killed!"
"Obviously not." Mike said.
"But what's this got to do with us?" Pete asked. "What have we done?"
"He's not after the girl, just you." Jake answered. "You're related to him, and you're also the last one in his family tree who is alive."
"Oh, shit." Pete muttered. "How can we stop him?"
"To be honest, I don't know if he can be stopped." Jake explained. "My father tried many times in the past, but never succeeded. I think the best idea is to just run like hell."
"That's easy enough, just speed up a little!" Kylie stated. Suddenly, Jake swerved around a corner too quickly, and the car turned over on its side, and carried on into a roll, before coming to a stop, leaning up against a wall of a shop nearby.
"Fucking nice one." Mike muttered, climbing up and out of the window. "It won't be Myers that kills us, it'll be you!" Jake looked up at him, and then climbed out of the wreck.
"Shut up, asshole. We're ok for now; no way can he find us this fast." He reassured everyone. Kylie jumped down onto the road, swiftly followed by Pete. As he landed on his feet, something caught his eye. A figure stood in the middle of the road, at the corner. It wore the white mask Pete had seen on the murderer.
"Oh, shit!" he yelled. "He's here!" Jake and Mike looked at the figure, pulling out their weapons.
"No way he can find us, huh?" Mike asked, sarcastically.
"I think it's safe to say that Lopez is dead." Jake told him. "You two, that hotel over there. Run!" Pete and Kylie didn't argue, instead ran as fast as they could to the tall building. As they did, Jake and Mike fired at the man, now walking slowly towards them. The bullets hit their target, but he man kept walking towards them, feeling no pain.
"Ok, I think we should run now!" Mike said to his partner, reloading his weapon. The figure marched up to him, and stabbed Mike in the chest. He screamed as he went down, and Jake reloaded his weapon.
"Mike!" he yelled, unloading half a clip into Myers' head. They did next to nothing to stop him, but tore away parts of his skull. His brain was now visible, and the white mask was now covered in blood and brain matter. Jake backed away slowly, continuing to fire. "Die, you mother fucker!" he yelled frantically, but Myers carried on walking towards him. Suddenly, two more shots were fired, hitting Myers in the back.
"Hey!" Mike yelled at him, one hand holding his wound. "Come and finish the job, dickhead!" Myers turned around, and walked towards the dieing man. "Run!" he yelled at Jake. "Make sure the other two are safe. I'll take care of this son of a bitch!" Jake looked at the hotel, the two teenagers nowhere in sight. Then he looked at Mike. He was pulling himself back along the road towards the car wreck. "Go!" Mike yelled, reaching his destination.
"But…" Jake started. Myers was almost on Mike now.
"Fucking run!" Mike ordered, aiming his gun at the gas tank on the bottom of the car.
"Shit!" Jake muttered, realising what he was about to do. He turned and ran towards the hotel, not looking back.
"You can't be here without a reservation!" the clerk told Pete, who was now getting frustrated. "You will have to leave, or I'll call the police."
"The cops are the ones that sent us here!" Pete stated again. "If you don't let us in, we will die!" Suddenly, a violent explosion shook the room, almost knocking them over.
"What was that?" Kylie asked. "Was that him?" As she said that, Jake ran through the door, slamming it behind him.
"Lock this door." He ordered the clerk.
"Who are you?" was the reply. Jake pulled out his badge.
"Jake Loomis, FBI. Lock this door, now." He said, walking past him. Pete and Kylie quickly followed him.
"Where's the other one?" Pete asked, looking back at the door, which the clerk was now locking.
"Dead." Jake answered bluntly. They reached the elevator as they heard a smash. Pete spun round to see the clerk fall to the ground, a large piece of glass piercing his left eye. Pete looked up from the body to the killer. It looked less human than before. The mask had been all but destroyed in the explosion; half of it was still intact, if slightly burnt. The other side of his face was a bloody mess, nothing like an actual face. The eye stared at him wildly, the eyelid probably ripped off. A few teeth were visible, yet no mouth. It was a frightening sight, and almost made Pete throw up. Kylie saw the figure, and screamed.
Jake punched the button next to the elevator doors. Nothing happened. He turned around to see what was left of Myers slowly walk towards them. He hammered the button again and again, panicking. "C'mon, c'mon!" he muttered frantically. Suddenly, the doors opened, and the three survivors piled into the elevator. Jake slammed the button for the top floor of the building as soon as he saw it, and the doors started to close. Myers was a few metres away, and reached out. Kylie screamed again, but the doors closed inches away from Myers' fingertips.
"What the fuck is that thing?" Kylie asked, scared shitless after seeing it. "What the fucking hell is it?"
"I don't know, but it ain't human!" Jake stated. "And I don't know how to kill it."
"What?" Pete asked, not wanting to believe what he'd just heard. "How can it not die?"
"Look, shooting it, beheading it, blowing it up won't do fuck all! I'm out of ideas!" Jake replied. "It's like a Goddamn robot."
"That's it!" Pete exclaimed, almost jumping into the air. "Robot!"
"What?" Kylie asked. Jake raised an eyebrow at the boy, who looked at him, not believing the agent hadn't thought of it already.
"Terminator! They melted it!" he explained.
"That was Terminator Two." Jake corrected him. "Besides, how the hell do we melt him? There's not a steelworks for miles."
"Shit, good point." Pete muttered. "But there is a building site nearby, right?"
"Yeah, not too far away. We can run there no problem." Kylie replied. "Why?"
"We bury the bastard." Pete answered. "If he won't die, then he'll have to live forever trapped underground." Jake looked at the boy, thought about the idea, and then smiled slightly.
The elevator doors opened slowly, and Myers walked inside. He looked around. It was empty. They must have gotten off at another floor. Myers turned around and walked out of the elevator, towards the stairs.
After almost a minute, the metal grate at the top of the elevator moved, and then disappeared up into the elevator shaft. Jake lowered his head into the elevator, and looked for Myers. He was gone. He silently dropped down to the ground, then helped Kylie and Pete. "We have to get out of here without bumping into him." Kylie whispered.
"Actually, we need to lure him to the building site. We have to find him, and make him follow us." Pete replied.
"Run!" Jake suddenly yelled. The two teens looked at the end of the corridor to see Myers walking quickly towards them.
"Where? He's in the way of the stairs!" Kylie asked, looking around desperately for a way to escape. Suddenly, she found it. A laundry shoot. "In here!" she shouted, opening it and jumping in. Pete followed her, as did Jake. Before he dropped down, he looked at Myers again. Myers stopped and stared at Jake, and he stared straight back. Myers lunged forward, swinging a large knife towards Jake. It narrowly missed the back of his head as he let go of the edge of the shoot, disappearing into the darkness. Myers looked down, then turned around and walked away.
Jake landed heavily in a pile of dirty laundry, and rolled down it, onto the floor. He jumped to his feet and saw Pete and Kylie heading towards the door in the corner. "This must be the back way." Pete stated, opening it. He looked out of it, seeing if it was safe to head out that way. "All clear." He said, and they all ran out into the alleyway.
"Which way to the site from here?" Jake asked, looking up at the building.
"Follow me." Kylie stated, running towards the road. Pete and Jake followed closely, and they reached the road. Jake looked at the entrance to the hotel, and Myers stared at him.
"Quickly!" he told Kylie, and she ran in the opposite direction to Myers, who stood where he was. He watched the three disappear round the corner, then walked in the same direction, confident that by the end of the night his nephew would die by his hand.