Getting There.........

Halloween in Haddonfield came with a clod, biter day. The winds blew cold air form the north, ensuring a cold trick-or-treating night. Trick-or-treating was the last thing on the minds of Kara, Steve, and Nick. They were, with a small, but trained police force of 5. Heading to the Myers house proved no easy task for Kara. Fighting to keep her normally cool, calm self, under control. She hated Michael Myers with a rage. But that wasn't what she was thinking about. Her daughter, Nikki, was headed towards the Myers house, or so Steve thought. If Nikki was there or going there, she had reason to believe that he would be there to. But what had changed inside her daughter to make her so...violent?

The police car ground to a halt and Steve got out and walked to the other side of the car and opened the door for Kara. Getting out, Kara stared at the house where both her parents had been murdered.

"set up your positions, Steve told the group of five. And make sure you are well hidden, we don't want any repeats of previous incidents!"

The Five Found hiding places that in the end of the day, wouldn't matter one bit. for life for that matter. As For Kara, Steve and Nick, they were inside the house, waiting for Nikki...or worse...Michael Myers, unstoppable madman.

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"Nick, your 25, cant you sit still for a while?"

"Um, how does 'NO' sound?"

"Dammit! Nick, I'll back hand you with my shotgun stock if you don't shut up and stop moving, man!...."

Kara Looked out the window, hoping to see some sing of her Daughter who had gone "Mad" The waiting had made her restless. Sitting for hours with no respite made her weary, to.

"Going for a walk around the house, be back in ten. Kara waved Steve off as he was about to speak. I can take care of my self, no worries!" She said, walking out the door.

"That woman, Nick said pointing in the direction where Kara had left, is going to get her self in trouble."

"Been through more than you, Nickky pal", Steve mumbled to himself.

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The House seemed vacant. Back in his mind, staring from out behind that white mask, knew that there was no way in hell that house was deserted. This had happened before, The night Jamie had 'reached' out to him. The house seemed silent as ever, just as vacant as it had been for the past 4 years, or 20, for that matter. Something moved to the right of Michael, a small, sound, almost inaudible. It was a twig snapping. Creeping quietly, surprisingly light for his hulk, toward one of the Five guards who had moved.

"Shit, it's cold out here, the guard murmured to himself. Damn well couldn't get Lee to fill in for me, could they, well, the fu........" The guard never got to finish his sentence, nor ever see 'Lee' again. Michael had Snapped his neck in one easy, smooth movement. The guard slid limp and lifeless to the ground, his walkie-talkie falling out of his hand onto the ground. Michael looked at it for a moment. An Idea formed in his mind. Picking up the walkie-talkie, he pressed the distress button 3 times. Dropping the walkie-talkie, he walked away, towards the house.

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"HP 49-0 to HP 47-0, Distress call, Steven, form HP 45-0, out"

Steven pulled the walke-talkie out of his belt, a cold rush of fear going through him briefly.

"HP 47-0 to HP 49-0, What's the problem?, out"

"HP 49-0 to HP 47-0, Carl sent the call? Go check it out, all of you, he might be in deep shit, get moving, now, out"

"Steve, I think we have a big problem coming our way"

Steve gave Nick a 'No shit!' look.

"What do you think?"

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Nikki had no problem getting to the Myers house. She now stood not 50 yards from the back entrance of the house, hidden by trees and tall, over grown grass. Soon, I'll make my move, she thought to her self, soon. She began to whisper to herself again, that name.

"Michael.....Michael.....Michael........"

Strange, that not far away, the street, stood Michael. When Nikki started to say his name, he looked up as if he had heard it. Maybe he had.