Time : 20:37
Delta-line Building Corporation Building Site
Manhattan
Kylie ran up to the chain-link fence around the building site, and stopped. Jake and Pete caught up with her, and they looked into the site. "It looks dead." Pete stated.
"You sure this is going to work?" Jake asked him. Pete shrugged.
"Guess we'll have to find out." He replied, and then started walking towards the opening in the fence. He slipped through it, followed by Kylie, then Jake. As he passed through the fence, Jake turned around to see if Myers was following them. The road in front of him was deserted. Myers was nowhere in sight.
"I don't see him." Jake muttered, so quietly the other two could barely hear him. He walked over to them. "Ok, so how do we bury him?"
"See that over there?" Pete pointed to the cement pouring machine. "When he stands under it, we drown him in concrete mix." Jake looked at the machine, then at Pete.
"How do we get him to stand there in the first place?" he asked.
"He's after me. I'm gonna lure him under it." Pete answered bluntly. Kylie looked up at him.
"You gotta be kidding!" she stated, shocked by the idea. "He'll kill you!"
"You got any better ideas?" Pete asked her. She didn't reply, not knowing how to answer. "Right, it's settled." He looked at Jake. "You and I do all the luring crap. Kylie, you get behind those controls. When I give the signal, let him have it." Kylie nodded, her fear showing from her expression. Pete leant towards her, and kissed her gently.
When they finished, Kylie looked into his eyes. "Be careful." She whispered to him. He smiled at her.
"You too." He replied, then turned to look at the gate. Kylie ran over to the controls. Pete walked up beside Jake.
"You really think this is gonna work?" Jake asked the boy. Pete didn't look up at the man.
"No. Not really." He replied, bluntly, but as a joke.
"Me neither." Jake said. He knelt down on one knee, and reached down his leg. He pulled a small, metallic item from the top of his boot, and handed it to Pete. Pete looked at it, then placed his finger on the trigger. It felt warm.
"It's loaded. Only holds five shots though, so make them count." Jake explained. Pete nodded, and placed the weapon in his jacket pocket.
"I thought bullets didn't do shit to him, anyway." Pete reminded him.
"Then don't shoot him." Jake told him, not knowing what he meant himself. Suddenly, a noise near the gate startled them. They both pulled out their weapons and aimed at the source.
A paint can rolled against a rock, clattering along the rocky ground beneath it. A dog howled in the far distance. The wind whispered loudly in their ears. But Michael Myers did not make a sound. Pete wondered if he'd even followed them. Maybe he'd lost their trail. Or maybe he'd passed out from blood loss. Maybe he'd…
Footsteps now. Each step made a rough, crunching sound on the gravel. Jake and Pete spun round, pointing their weapons at the security guard. "Shit!" he yelled, raising his hands to the air quickly. "Don't shoot!" Jake lowered his weapon, and took a step towards him.
"It's ok, I'm FBI. This place is not safe, you should get out of here immediately." He told him. The security guard looked at him, puzzled. He was an old man, maybe a little deaf.
"What are you talking about, son?" the old guard asked.
"There's a man who's trying to kill us." Pete started to explain. "He's coming here, now."
"Well, I got a radio in my office, I can call for help, if you want." The guard offered. Pete looked up at Jake, who nodded.
"Sure, tell them to send whoever they can here straight away. Make sure they're armed. And then get the hell outta here." He replied.
"Sure thing, son." The old man said, then turned around and started to walk away, a little slowly from old age.
"Where the fuck is he?" Pete murmured, looking around.
The old security guard closed the door to his office as he walked in, then walked over to his desk. He pulled out the chair and sat down on it. With one hand, he reached over to the radio transmitter, and with the other he opened up the draw to his desk and pulled out a bottle of whisky. He placed the glass on the table, then froze.
He turned around, and saw the door was open. He grunted, then stood up. He stood in the entrance to the office, looking outside. Nobody was there. "Must've been the wind…" he muttered to himself, and closed the door. He turned around to sit at his desk again, and almost had a heart attack when he saw the tall figure in front of him.
Both Jake and Pete jumped at the sound of gunfire. It was definitely on the building site. They looked at each other. "The guard…" Jake whispered. Without thinking, they both ran in the direction the old man had gone earlier. It didn't take them long to figure out where the man's office was, because as they turned the corner around a large piece of machinery, the security guard's head smashed through the window ahead of them, landing in a muddy puddle nearby.
"Fuck!" Pete muttered, almost throwing up. Jake looked at his weapon, then towards the office.
"Alright, this is it." He said. "Wait here. I'll lure him outside, then you get his attention and take him to the concrete thing." He explained. Pete nodded.
"Just don't get killed." He told him. Jake looked at the boy, smiled, and then walked towards the office. He reached the door, which was closed. He drew in a deep, silent breath, then kicked at the door. It swung open violently, smashing into the metal filing cabinet beside it, and Jake took one step inside the room, gun pointing in front of him.
The office was empty, except for the headless corpse of the security guard, lying on the ground near to the broken window. Blood covered the floor around the body, and Jake looked away from it quickly. Suddenly, he realised why the room was empty. "Shit…"
Jake jumped down from the highest step onto the path outside, and looked over to Pete. Behind him, Myers was holding a shovel high above his head. Pete was oblivious to this fact, and Jake aimed his gun at his attacker. "Down!" Jake yelled. Pete dropped to the floor, and Jake fired four bullets. Myers staggered back, and Pete realised he had almost achieved his goal.
Pete jumped to his feet, and started to walk backwards, not taking his eyes off his uncle. The skin on Myers' face had already begun to regenerate. Part of his mouth had formed again, creating a twisted smile. Myers slowly walked towards Pete, and Jake stepped back, out of the way. "It's working!" Pete told him, almost happy. Jake watched as Pete started to lure Myers over to the concrete filler, and prayed that the boy's plan would work.
Pete stepped down into the sandpit, and looked up at the chute. It looked menacing, and Pete dreaded the thought of the concrete falling out now. He looked at Myers again, who was now almost directly in front of him. Myers took one step into the sandpit. "Now!" Pete yelled, and jumped out of the way as Myers swung the shovel at him. It skimmed his arm, but avoided causing any real damage.
Kylie punched the button, and a stream of liquid concrete poured down the chute, and landed straight onto Myers' head. The force of the impact knocked him to the floor. Pete sat up just in time to see his psychotic uncle submerge under the grey, lumpy mixture.
"Did it work?" Kylie called out, as Jake ran over to Pete, who was now lying on his back, with a large grin on his face.
"Yeah!" he called back, almost laughing. "We made it!" Jake laughed slightly, then looked at the concrete. It didn't make any movement at all. Myers was definitely gone.
17th September 2023
Time : 11:57
Delta-line Building Corporation Demolition Site
Manhattan
The pneumatic drill shattered the concrete beneath it, tearing up small chunks as it hit the ground. The builder holding the drill pushed down hard, wanting to finish the job quickly so he could get something to eat. The noise of the drill would have deafened him, had he not been wearing the ear protectors. He hummed loudly to himself as he worked.
The drill suddenly shot down slightly, and a red liquid oozed up around the head of the drill. The worker looked down and saw it. Startled, he switched the drill off, and turned around. "Hey! Over here!" he yelled. A group of 3 other workers ran towards him as he knelt down beside the pool of blood.
"What the fuck?" asked one of the workers. "There's something underneath the concrete!"
Just over an hour had passed while the men working at the site finally unearthed the body of a tall, mutilated man. His face was totally unrecognizable, and made some of the workers feel sick. The body itself had been well preserved, almost as if it had been planted there the day before.
They laid the corpse on the ground beside them, and stood around it, looking down at it in disbelief. It was the first time many of them had seen a dead body. "Check his clothes. He may have some identification, or something." One of the workers suggested.
"Yeah. Good idea." Said another, and they all looked at the worker who had suggested the idea. "You do it." The worker shrugged, and knelt down beside the body. He looked along its clothes for any pockets, but couldn't see any.
"Hey, I don't think…" Before the man could finish his sentence, the dead body's arm shot upwards, and its fingers wrapped around the man's throat. The other workers jumped back screaming.
The dead body slowly rose to its feet, sill holding the man by his throat. He was choking and struggling, but could do nothing to make the thing let go. Suddenly, the body squeezed its fingers, and crushed the man's larynx. Blood flowed from the gaping hole in his neck as the body dropped it to the ground.
Myers looked around him, surveying the area carefully. Not a lot had changed from the last time he was on the surface. Buildings where taller, the road was closer, cars looked slightly different, but overall the city hadn't seemed to change much. None of this mattered to Myers though. He still had a job to do.
Myers silently walked towards the gate of the demolition site.
THE END