At Last

Sept. 13th

I have noticed something strange about Michael, my little brother. He keeps waking up with nightmares and calling for mom. I'm not sure what has caused these dreams, but it is sure is affecting him. He seems gloomy, distant, and detached, which is pretty hard to do when someone is his age. He draws pictures of strange things. He told me her heard a 'voice' and it said bad things. I am really worried, but I am sure it will all work out.

-Judith M. Myers

Kara had, while roaming the house, stumbled upon an old, dusty like book. Opening it, she found it was Judith Myers diary. Why had her family not noticed it before, when they had moved in? Then again, she thought, my parents never went through the old furniture the Myers left behind. Sighing and closing the book, she tucked it back inside the old dresser she had found it in. "Guess,....I should get back. That wimp of an officer Steve will get worried."

Turning around, she thought she saw some one pass from room to room at the other end of the house. Shaking her head, she tried to make herself believe it was not the two they were looking for. Turning around, with the gut feeling that she was being watched, there he was. That white face mask staring back at her. Him, the killer, the Murderer, was standing right before her. Her eyes searched the room for something that would possibly delay him, stop him. But Michael already held that weapon of defense. It was a long, sharp piece of metal. It looked like a crowbar. Or something close to that. Kara didn't know that was the very same crowbar that had bashed her across the head. "Steve! Nick!" She screamed, as she slowly backed away. Then it clicked. Michael wasn't making any movements toward her. In fact, he even seemed to be staring ahead, right past her. But that small reassurance didn't matter. He was walking now, and getting closer. Kara knew the back door was not far behind her, just through the kitchen door way and, presto! I'm out. Some how she had a feeling that it wasn't going to be that easy. "STEVE! NICK!!" She screamed even louder. The house its self seemed to deaden the sound of her voice. Why does it feel like I'm in slow motion?, she thought. She stopped backing away and turned around to run out the back door, and let out a glass shattering scream, that this time, the house didn't deaden.

Standing in the doorway, was Nikki wearing her gray hooded sweat-shirt. Her eyes shoed no emotion but hate and burning rage for Michael.

"Nikki, where have you been?"

Nikki barely seemed to have heard her. Nikki walked forward and pushed Kara out of her way. None to gently, either. Kara stumbled and fell backward, her head smacking the very dresser that she had found Judith's diary in. Nikki stood slightly ahead of her blacked out mother. Her stare, un-daunting and hateful returned Michael's stare of Blank emotion. To Nikki, it seemed that they mocked her, saying she to, would die. But a part of her inner self felt sorry for Michael. For being the host of a parasite evil that controlled his very emotions at times.

Unexpectedly, Michael lunged at Nikki, swinging the crowbar at her neck, to break it. Ducking the blow, Nikki moved down and back. Straightening her self up, she landed a high kick right to Michael's face, knocking him back. Standing up, Nikki took out the Knife that she had stolen form the boys who had attacked her. walking, almost hop-skipping forward, she threw the knife, butt first. The Blade buried it's self in Michael's chest. Michael fell over, seemingly blacked out, slumped against the wall. In the back of Nikki's mind, something, maybe that inner voice every one has, was trying to tell her something. Gravely, it's warning never reached Nikki's thought process. Smoothly, she walked toward Michael's body on the floor. Stopping in front of him, she stared for a moment. He was going to die, he was, he was..........Nikki kept telling herself. Bending down, she reached to pull out her knife. It wouldn't budge. Bracing her hand on the floor, she again tugged on the handle.

Michael's had shot up and grabbed Nikki's wrist, squeezing it. She pulled back in fear as she felt her wrist snap.

Nikki felt the crowbar hit her shoulder and knocking her flat. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at Michael Myers and began to whisper. "Michael........Michael........Michae......"

Something about Nikki saying his name like that rubbed Michael the wrong way. The Crowbar swung down, pointed end, into Nikki's shoulder, breaking it into several pieces. Not letting a word out in pain, she rolled over, once more as the crowbar slammed into the wood floor. The bar stuck, she pulled herself up and backed away as Michael pulled the bar free. Bracing, Nikki ran a full throttle tackle into Him. Michael staggered back into the wall as Nikki fell to the floor and clumsily tried to back off.

"Ahhhh...." were the only word Nikki managed to get out in the past four years. Michael picked her up by the neck and slammed her into the wall, face first. Her blood smearing the wall and her face, Michael turned her around, holding her against the wall. The crowbar hit Nikki's neck, right between the spinal cord and her throat. pulling it out, her hit her once more across the head, and let her slump to the ground.

This time, Nikki knew for sure she was going to die. it was only a matter of time. Michael stood over her like some evil watch dog form hell. She turned her eyes up to his and their gazes met. For the first time in years since Jamie had reached out to him, realized the killing he had done. But the felling of regret was soon over taken and her swung the crowbar once more, destroying her already busted up shoulder. Barely wincing in pain, for Nikki had trained herself to deny it of any satisfaction it would have over her. Secondly, it was a weakness in the eye of her scared mind. Her eyes sent a message of hate mixed with sadness. Inside her, deep inside her self, she had hoped she could change it. Change him. The 'Shape'. "die another day Michael, die another day......." Michael swung the bar, the evil taken all compassion from him, into Nikki's head. The force of the blow snap[ed her neck in a whiplash like motion. Standing there, staring at another victim, any human, good or bad died in him right there, Right then. Then he left, dropping the crowbar, headed out the door, to only where evil could take him.