2. Halloween Morning
John stood out on the apartment balcony, watching his stopwatch. He had ten seconds to start being paranoid and jumpy. Five, four, three, two, one. John sighed. It was officially Halloween. Michael might come after him.
"John, get on in here! I have a surprise for you!" Heather shouted from inside. John turned back inside and entered the living room.
She had a very big and suspicious-looking grin on her face. "Guess what?"
"What?" John asked, sitting down besides her on the couch.
"You are so afraid of Mikey Myers every Halloween, I called all of our friends and we're going to party all night! That'll get you over your fears, huh?" She happily announced.
John felt his heart skip a beat. How could she not remember after all the times he had told her Michael kills anyone in the way to get to a family member? He weakly smiled, anyway. He couldn't just say 'no,' because she went through the work. "Awesome! Thanks."
"No problem," Heather giggled and flipped on the TV.
- - -
Eliza entered the kitchen quickly scanning the dark area. Suddenly, her back was on fire. Whirling around with the Coroners knife, she met a figure and had to look up to see the persons face. A white mask that showed no emotion greeted her. Michael Myers. She silently stared up and then in a swift motion jabbed the knife forward.
It never touched his skin because Michael simply sidestepped it and got her in the side this time. She took the pain without a word and then held the knife to her side, taking a step back. Michael tilted his head, wondering why she wasn't screaming. In one large step, she used her free hand and caught him by the throat. For once his eyes widened in surprise, but Michael was still stronger.
Giving Eliza one small push, she went a few paces back. Then he grabbed her by the neck and shoved hard. Eliza went flying across the room and landed on her back. Michael walked forward and raised his knife. Still on the ground, Eliza waited until he was close and then quickly took her knife and jammed it in his leg. Michael stumbled and leaned up against the wall and pulled it out.
Eliza grabbed the knife and then walked around Michael as he regained posture. She was already out the door and walking down the street by the time he reached the door. Michael watched, and then lost interest, heading back inside through the broken doorway.
- - -
"Oh my god."
"What?" John asked Heather. They were walking around on the streets, going to a friends house who lived with his mother.
"I think I saw that freaky girl on the news." Heather stammered.
"Look, she isn't here. It could have been any girl dressed up for Halloween." John explained. She was getting even more scared than him.
"Well, that blood and knife looked pretty realistic." Heather tried to convince him.
"That's the purpose of Halloween. Scaring people. Some people use advantages like a criminal in the area." He said, and then looked at the sidewalk. True. A girl was walking down it with blood on her side and back, holding a large knife at her side. She was walking like she had no idea where she was going.
John laughed. "See. She got lost now. That must be embarrassing."
The girl stopped and looked straight at them. She started walking their way, raising the knife. John's smile faded. Maybe this wasn't a joke. "Come on, that is pretty creepy," John said, and they walked over to the house a few yards away. Once on the porch, the girl turned and resumed walking down the road.
They went inside, and immediately a group of people leaped over. Out of the four friends waiting there, one of them wore a mask similar to Michaels. Normally touchy on the subject, John couldn't help but laugh seeing 'Michael' dressed up in a skirt and an orange tank top.
"Nice outfit, Michael." John commented.
"Thanks," said the so-called 'Michael' in a manly voice. The person wearing it took it off, and it was one of his friends Emily. Her boyfriend Clay walked over and put an arm around her. "Hey, John."
"Hey. You aware that a opportunity-obsessed girl is trying to scare you guys outside?" John asked.
"I kind of noticed. She's been pacing, probably waiting for a pervert to come and pick her up, the little hooker."
- - -
Eliza stared through the window. That mask. She glared at the girl that was wearing it. The first thought that hit her was to kill. No one imitates prey. She walked around the side of the house, saw a back porch and went through the glass door into the kitchen area, out of view by the six friends.
She slid silently through the kitchen, finding a door leading to the dining room. From there, another one led in a part of the living room where there was stairs. Eliza went in, and looked at the six. Hiding in the shadows, Eliza was unseen. She quickly raced up the stairs very lightly, trying not to make the boards creak. Once there, Eliza went into a large bedroom and waited patiently.
- - -
At this same time, John and the other five had decided to use this time to use the Halloween sales at an advantage. One of the friends, Jeremy, had a constant need to dress up and scare kids. It was very amusing. They left, and none of them noticed the girl staring out the window at them, or the car parked by underneath the shadow of a tree.
Eliza stared, not able to do anything as Michael slowly looked up at her and then simply followed slowly and stealthily, as if he was making fun of the fact she couldn't catch him even as he was going at this slow of a pace. Eliza's gray eyes narrowed.
- - -
The first stop was a Halloween store. Out of John's friends, (Emily, Clay, Natasha and Deryck) Clay was a major prankster and immediately steered the ford truck over when his eyes met the beautiful front door saying 'Mask sale.' His friends were pretty much individuals in their own ways. Emily was your typical blonde virgin girlfriend, depicted in almost all movies that has a sex-craved boyfriend. And this time, that boyfriend was Clay. Natasha was pretty anti-social and could be considered gothic by the way she acts. John only thought she was 'friends' with the others because he had constant access to Marilyn Manson CDs. Deryck was the nerd. Got good grades and wanted to be a lawyer, having the best chance to go to Harvard. Typical.
As they stopped and got out, Clay ditched everyone by running.
"You know he's going to try to scare us with a cheap mask, right?" Heather asked to no one in particular.
"Yep." Deryck replied, as he saw the shadow of Clay move across the windows, desperately trying to find something. It was the first hour of morning and Halloween. The perfect opportunity to scare someone. They entered as the car of Michael pulled into the back. He opened the car door.
- - -
"OH MY GOD!" Heather practically screamed when Clay jumped out from an aisle wearing a werewolf mask and grabbing her throat lightly. Everyone else couldn't believe she actually let her guard down long enough for Clay to do this, and the lady at the counter glared at Heather satanically for screaming.
As Clay was laughing his head off and Heather attempting to beat him up, Natasha searched for realistic vampire teeth. She found a good pair that was the glue-on type and smiled. Only five bucks. Good value. She read the instructions on the back as she walked, totally unaware of where she was heading. In the back of the store it was darker, and unintentionally and zombie-like opened a door to the outside.
When the cold October air greeted her she looked up in surprise. Weird. Turning around and heading back in, Michael Myers walked by just in time to see the door close. He knew the door was locked by the sound it made, and turned a corner to see if there was another way in. He stopped, seeing a dark figure.
Eliza Reeds watched Michael appear in front of her and inhaled, which sounded like a growl. What happened next she couldn't believe. Michael just turned back around like he didn't have the time for her. Rage building inside, Eliza immediately stomped forward. As she turned the corner of the store she ran right into Michael, who now had his knife.
Eliza showed swift movement for once by increasing the space in between them. The night was cold except the sound of cars passing by in the front of the store and the crunch of leaves where Michael took an even bigger pace and raised his knife. Eliza dropped to the ground and felt the wind rush by as his knife nearly decapitated her. He aimed again and the blade hit the ground when she rolled, now clamping onto his leg. What happened next could be kind of funny through the eyes of someone watching.
She bit his leg and tugged, and Michael fell flat on his back. If the curse didn't prohibit his talking, he most likely would have yelped. Eliza now went for his own knife that he was holding. Blood was on her teeth, and now you could see that the upper and lower canines had been filed into fangs. Michael tightened his grip on the knife, pushing her off very easily. In a swipe, her left upper arm had been cut.
She leapt up and walked away briskly, once again resorting to escape. Michael sat up and watched her leave, now very confused, and looked at his now slightly bloodied leg. It didn't matter though, because he needed to kill John Strode and what little of the pain was gone.
- - -
"You know, that wasn't MY fault." Heather said, as Clay and Natasha went up to the counter to buy their items. The lady didn't say anything as she rang up the werewolf mask and vampire teeth, only glaring. John was trying not to laugh.
"Thanks." Heather mumbled and walked away , Clay now prancing up to her side just to frustrate her. Emily, once again getting jealous pulled Clay away and clung onto his arm defensively. No one cared.
"Now where to?" John asked, as they got back into the car.
"I don't know. Drive around until you see something," Deryck said as Clay started up the car. They pulled out of the small parking lot and onto the desolate highway. They (more like everyone aside from John) decided to go visit Hillcrest academy. It was about an hours drive away, but it gave something to do. After all, it was only within the first hour of Halloween morning.
A familiar car pulled out of the back parking lot, in silent pursuit. Time for 'the Shape' to begin its stalking again, like every other Halloween.
Eliza watched as Michael and the others drive away, and quickly hopped into the manager of the store's car, and drove away as the same lady who glared came running outside to see her cheap car drive away messily.
The hunt between two killers began.
John stood out on the apartment balcony, watching his stopwatch. He had ten seconds to start being paranoid and jumpy. Five, four, three, two, one. John sighed. It was officially Halloween. Michael might come after him.
"John, get on in here! I have a surprise for you!" Heather shouted from inside. John turned back inside and entered the living room.
She had a very big and suspicious-looking grin on her face. "Guess what?"
"What?" John asked, sitting down besides her on the couch.
"You are so afraid of Mikey Myers every Halloween, I called all of our friends and we're going to party all night! That'll get you over your fears, huh?" She happily announced.
John felt his heart skip a beat. How could she not remember after all the times he had told her Michael kills anyone in the way to get to a family member? He weakly smiled, anyway. He couldn't just say 'no,' because she went through the work. "Awesome! Thanks."
"No problem," Heather giggled and flipped on the TV.
- - -
Eliza entered the kitchen quickly scanning the dark area. Suddenly, her back was on fire. Whirling around with the Coroners knife, she met a figure and had to look up to see the persons face. A white mask that showed no emotion greeted her. Michael Myers. She silently stared up and then in a swift motion jabbed the knife forward.
It never touched his skin because Michael simply sidestepped it and got her in the side this time. She took the pain without a word and then held the knife to her side, taking a step back. Michael tilted his head, wondering why she wasn't screaming. In one large step, she used her free hand and caught him by the throat. For once his eyes widened in surprise, but Michael was still stronger.
Giving Eliza one small push, she went a few paces back. Then he grabbed her by the neck and shoved hard. Eliza went flying across the room and landed on her back. Michael walked forward and raised his knife. Still on the ground, Eliza waited until he was close and then quickly took her knife and jammed it in his leg. Michael stumbled and leaned up against the wall and pulled it out.
Eliza grabbed the knife and then walked around Michael as he regained posture. She was already out the door and walking down the street by the time he reached the door. Michael watched, and then lost interest, heading back inside through the broken doorway.
- - -
"Oh my god."
"What?" John asked Heather. They were walking around on the streets, going to a friends house who lived with his mother.
"I think I saw that freaky girl on the news." Heather stammered.
"Look, she isn't here. It could have been any girl dressed up for Halloween." John explained. She was getting even more scared than him.
"Well, that blood and knife looked pretty realistic." Heather tried to convince him.
"That's the purpose of Halloween. Scaring people. Some people use advantages like a criminal in the area." He said, and then looked at the sidewalk. True. A girl was walking down it with blood on her side and back, holding a large knife at her side. She was walking like she had no idea where she was going.
John laughed. "See. She got lost now. That must be embarrassing."
The girl stopped and looked straight at them. She started walking their way, raising the knife. John's smile faded. Maybe this wasn't a joke. "Come on, that is pretty creepy," John said, and they walked over to the house a few yards away. Once on the porch, the girl turned and resumed walking down the road.
They went inside, and immediately a group of people leaped over. Out of the four friends waiting there, one of them wore a mask similar to Michaels. Normally touchy on the subject, John couldn't help but laugh seeing 'Michael' dressed up in a skirt and an orange tank top.
"Nice outfit, Michael." John commented.
"Thanks," said the so-called 'Michael' in a manly voice. The person wearing it took it off, and it was one of his friends Emily. Her boyfriend Clay walked over and put an arm around her. "Hey, John."
"Hey. You aware that a opportunity-obsessed girl is trying to scare you guys outside?" John asked.
"I kind of noticed. She's been pacing, probably waiting for a pervert to come and pick her up, the little hooker."
- - -
Eliza stared through the window. That mask. She glared at the girl that was wearing it. The first thought that hit her was to kill. No one imitates prey. She walked around the side of the house, saw a back porch and went through the glass door into the kitchen area, out of view by the six friends.
She slid silently through the kitchen, finding a door leading to the dining room. From there, another one led in a part of the living room where there was stairs. Eliza went in, and looked at the six. Hiding in the shadows, Eliza was unseen. She quickly raced up the stairs very lightly, trying not to make the boards creak. Once there, Eliza went into a large bedroom and waited patiently.
- - -
At this same time, John and the other five had decided to use this time to use the Halloween sales at an advantage. One of the friends, Jeremy, had a constant need to dress up and scare kids. It was very amusing. They left, and none of them noticed the girl staring out the window at them, or the car parked by underneath the shadow of a tree.
Eliza stared, not able to do anything as Michael slowly looked up at her and then simply followed slowly and stealthily, as if he was making fun of the fact she couldn't catch him even as he was going at this slow of a pace. Eliza's gray eyes narrowed.
- - -
The first stop was a Halloween store. Out of John's friends, (Emily, Clay, Natasha and Deryck) Clay was a major prankster and immediately steered the ford truck over when his eyes met the beautiful front door saying 'Mask sale.' His friends were pretty much individuals in their own ways. Emily was your typical blonde virgin girlfriend, depicted in almost all movies that has a sex-craved boyfriend. And this time, that boyfriend was Clay. Natasha was pretty anti-social and could be considered gothic by the way she acts. John only thought she was 'friends' with the others because he had constant access to Marilyn Manson CDs. Deryck was the nerd. Got good grades and wanted to be a lawyer, having the best chance to go to Harvard. Typical.
As they stopped and got out, Clay ditched everyone by running.
"You know he's going to try to scare us with a cheap mask, right?" Heather asked to no one in particular.
"Yep." Deryck replied, as he saw the shadow of Clay move across the windows, desperately trying to find something. It was the first hour of morning and Halloween. The perfect opportunity to scare someone. They entered as the car of Michael pulled into the back. He opened the car door.
- - -
"OH MY GOD!" Heather practically screamed when Clay jumped out from an aisle wearing a werewolf mask and grabbing her throat lightly. Everyone else couldn't believe she actually let her guard down long enough for Clay to do this, and the lady at the counter glared at Heather satanically for screaming.
As Clay was laughing his head off and Heather attempting to beat him up, Natasha searched for realistic vampire teeth. She found a good pair that was the glue-on type and smiled. Only five bucks. Good value. She read the instructions on the back as she walked, totally unaware of where she was heading. In the back of the store it was darker, and unintentionally and zombie-like opened a door to the outside.
When the cold October air greeted her she looked up in surprise. Weird. Turning around and heading back in, Michael Myers walked by just in time to see the door close. He knew the door was locked by the sound it made, and turned a corner to see if there was another way in. He stopped, seeing a dark figure.
Eliza Reeds watched Michael appear in front of her and inhaled, which sounded like a growl. What happened next she couldn't believe. Michael just turned back around like he didn't have the time for her. Rage building inside, Eliza immediately stomped forward. As she turned the corner of the store she ran right into Michael, who now had his knife.
Eliza showed swift movement for once by increasing the space in between them. The night was cold except the sound of cars passing by in the front of the store and the crunch of leaves where Michael took an even bigger pace and raised his knife. Eliza dropped to the ground and felt the wind rush by as his knife nearly decapitated her. He aimed again and the blade hit the ground when she rolled, now clamping onto his leg. What happened next could be kind of funny through the eyes of someone watching.
She bit his leg and tugged, and Michael fell flat on his back. If the curse didn't prohibit his talking, he most likely would have yelped. Eliza now went for his own knife that he was holding. Blood was on her teeth, and now you could see that the upper and lower canines had been filed into fangs. Michael tightened his grip on the knife, pushing her off very easily. In a swipe, her left upper arm had been cut.
She leapt up and walked away briskly, once again resorting to escape. Michael sat up and watched her leave, now very confused, and looked at his now slightly bloodied leg. It didn't matter though, because he needed to kill John Strode and what little of the pain was gone.
- - -
"You know, that wasn't MY fault." Heather said, as Clay and Natasha went up to the counter to buy their items. The lady didn't say anything as she rang up the werewolf mask and vampire teeth, only glaring. John was trying not to laugh.
"Thanks." Heather mumbled and walked away , Clay now prancing up to her side just to frustrate her. Emily, once again getting jealous pulled Clay away and clung onto his arm defensively. No one cared.
"Now where to?" John asked, as they got back into the car.
"I don't know. Drive around until you see something," Deryck said as Clay started up the car. They pulled out of the small parking lot and onto the desolate highway. They (more like everyone aside from John) decided to go visit Hillcrest academy. It was about an hours drive away, but it gave something to do. After all, it was only within the first hour of Halloween morning.
A familiar car pulled out of the back parking lot, in silent pursuit. Time for 'the Shape' to begin its stalking again, like every other Halloween.
Eliza watched as Michael and the others drive away, and quickly hopped into the manager of the store's car, and drove away as the same lady who glared came running outside to see her cheap car drive away messily.
The hunt between two killers began.