3. At Hillcrest Academy
In the car, that annoying 'right thur' rap song was playing. The only person that seemed to enjoy this was Emily, who was attempting to dance. While sitting down. It was stupid. Even her boyfriend was ashamed of this sight. They drove onto a highway that eventually led them onto a road with woods on each side. It wasn't exactly dense, but in about another twenty minutes it would be.
"My god! I gotta switch this!" John leaned over and changed the station. It was now Creed, and he sat back down, satisfied.
"Thank you." Clay muttered.
"Oh, that's real nice, Clay. I'm your girlfriend and you're taking sides with them instead of me." Emily snapped, going into mad mode.
"I just like this music better. It's not that I don't like you," Clay said back.
The others groaned. Another argument was coming up. Natasha was putting on her vampire teeth, and it wasn't too easy when they moved unto a dirt road. One car followed. And then about thirty seconds later, another one did, too.
Finally, Natasha got the teeth on and the argument was over, ending with lots of 'I love you' and whatnot. "So. . . Is Hillcrest even open for visitors at this time?" John asked.
"Most likely not. At least we can get a look at it." Heather replied. Silence.
They rode a while later until they were only about five minutes away to the Academy. It was still quiet, until everything was interrupted by a bang on the back of the car. Everyone was wearing their seat belts, or there would have been bodies flying out of the windshield.
"What the fuck was that?" Clay asked, looking behind them.
John was already looking. And he almost threw up. A white mask was in a car behind them. Michael. Oh, shit. "SPEED UP! HURRY!" John shoved hard on Clay's seat. Those three seconds of looking at the mask motivated him to get the hell out of here. Another bang.
"I can't!" Clay said, trying to accelerate, except the car didn't change speed. Another bang. Emily started screaming her head off, and finally, the car drove up right next to them and swerved. The huge ram made them go flying off of the road along with the other car. The other car rolled twice, while theirs only did once. On the side of the road, John looked up.
Michael Myers. Coming out of the banged up car. John took one look at the knife and tried to get onto the other side of the car. Everyone was okay, and Heather seemed to be the only one that had also taken a look at Michael. The car was on its side, and when they tried to get across, their weight flipped them right-side up.
"GET OUT!" He screamed as he and Heather climbed out. The others did, too, and Deryck turned around to see Michael only a few paces away. Screaming, he too started running for his life. Another car slammed on the brakes nearby. Someone climbed out.
Screaming for help they ran to the person and stopped, seeing another knife and an all too familiar face. Eliza Reeds. She tried to slice John's throat who was in front, but he dropped to the ground just in time. And behind them was Michael. They were trapped in between them and a car, and the only way out could get them caught in less than a second.
John, Heather, Clay, Emily, Natasha and Deryck stood huddled up in the center. John looked at one killer to the other. Something was wrong. Michael was eyeing them, except Eliza's gaze was on Michael. The larger murderer took a step forward, causing Eliza to step past the group and towards Michael. She lunged and Michael simply grabbing her arm and slung her to the ground.
He walked towards them, and they ran off. Heather was panting as she ran down the road-side, and realized her boyfriend wasn't with her. "John?"
She whirled and saw John only a few yards away from Michael and Eliza. He was watching them fight. Eliza was on her feet again and was hacking away at anything that was in front of her. And that was Michael. He was only hit once on the arm but showed no pain. Heather ran up, grabbed John and started running again.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" She asked. John didn't answer, but watched and observed the fight.
Michael once again shoved Eliza down into the dirt and stood over her, ready to kill. Eliza rolled and leapt out of the way and tried to get around him. He turned with her and now tried to grab her throat. But she ran and slammed into them. They both fell, and rolled down a hill. It got steeper and they both tumbled and fell, rolling over rocks and painful branches.
They both landed in different places, not moving. An idea struck John.
- - -
"Oh, god! How could you survive that?" Deryck paced. They had broken into a room at the academy. Only a few scratches and bruises were the only injuries they had.
It was a room that was probably a part of the school's basement. There was a single light, and it made the room look like sick shades of reds. Natasha was silent. Emily was shaking uncontrollably, Clay was just rocking back and forth. Heather was looking at John, who sat at a desk with a computer on it. The first thing he did when they came inside was go on that computer.
He only clicked once or twice, but did a lot of typing.
"What if that guy comes back?" Heather whimpered.
"Or the girl. They couldn't have been killed from that fall, that's all I know." Deryck said.
As they carried on a conversation, Heather walked over to John. "Are you okay? And what are you doing?"
John continued to click. "I know how to stop Michael."
She felt bad for her boyfriend. He had already gone through this earlier. Only he was hunted, while that was only a small encounter back there. She sighed. "How's that?"
He didn't answer using his own words. He was reading from the web site, "Eliza Reeds. Born December 4th, 1982. Screw that stuff. Okay, Now here is when it gets good. 'Even though Eliza never spoke during the trial, because of witnesses and observations it seemed as though she killed because of a unidentified personality disorder. The cause of her killings was being obsessed with death, fear and gore. To satisfy her need she became a Coroner to look at things dead and to hurt them, as if killing. It wasn't enough. It was later found out that she had taken several people and did 'autopsy's' on them while she was alive. This later grew to a need. There were several pictures or articles on killers at her home. Ones that were crossed out were on her body count. She wanted to be the most feared killer of them all, and still had many people to go before being arrested.'"
There was a silence. Everyone in the room had started to listen. "How does that stop Michael?"
"That means," John informed her, "Is that if we get these two people in one room together they'd most likely try to beat the shit out of each other. I doubt it, but this girl might win. Or at least hurt the guy enough so we can take him out. Didn't you see the way she was staring at Michael? She came to Haddonfeild to get him."
"Or she could just be stopping by to pick up breakfast." Deryck said. Everyone glared.
"Well, I guess that can work. But from what you've told me, Michael is like the incredible hulk in a smaller package." Heather said.
John shrugged. "What would you want? To put this girl in the same room with him, or use you as bait so we can reel him into a closet where the rest of us smack him with pillows until he dies?"
Another silence. Natasha grinned. "I go for the pillows."
"Shut up," Heather snapped. "For you, let's take out Michael."
John smiled. "You're in. Anyone else?"
"Hell yeah," Clay said. Emily only nodded, now that her boyfriend had decided to do this. Natasha smiled, showing her vampire teeth. A yes. Deryck bit his lower lip. "Fine. But I'm not getting killed because of your decision."
- - -
Michael sat up. He remembered falling from the hill because of the girl. The girl. Michael stood up, feeling the energy and strength returning to him. Looking around, he saw her. Still unconscious. The killer walked over, ready to stab the hell out of her. Michael loomed over her. She was so powerless, and he was so much compared to her. Michael raised the knife.
Eliza's eyes snapped open, to see the knife flashing in the moonlight. First, surprise made her tense and remembering that this was Michael, she wouldn't let him take her life. She rolled to her side, the knife missing by probably a few inches. She got up and limping, walked into the more dense woods. Michael didn't bother following. He knew she would come back for him.
- - -
It was amazing that someone at Hillcrest didn't hear them break in. But now it didn't matter. Only about half an hour was spent there, and now they walked into the woods. The guard at the gate was luckily sleeping. John now walked outside on the small building where the guard was snoring. He smiled, remembering all of the times he and his friend would sneak out. And his girlfriend, Molly. Apparently, Michael scared her enough to make her move away far from Haddonfeild, and away from John.
He and Heather climbed through the thorny rose bushes and emerged on the other side. All they had was one object each. Two knifes from the students kitchens. John helped Heather through, and they looked around then. Mist swirled, as if daring them to go further into the woods. Where two killers were waiting. "Are you SURE that you won't freeze up?" John asked worriedly, looking at Heather.
"Sexist." She mumbled and when she noticed the look he gave her, Heather gave John a weak smile. "I mean, yes."
"Right. Well, I'm going for Michael since I know him better. Remember, get Reeds into the gym."
"Trust me, I will. Good luck." Heather said, and starting walking down the road.
"You too." John called after her, not loud enough to awaken the guard. He set off into the woods, tightening his grip on the knife. Watch out, Michael. You might be strong, but you're not as smart as me. John stepped into the mist, and it separated.
In the car, that annoying 'right thur' rap song was playing. The only person that seemed to enjoy this was Emily, who was attempting to dance. While sitting down. It was stupid. Even her boyfriend was ashamed of this sight. They drove onto a highway that eventually led them onto a road with woods on each side. It wasn't exactly dense, but in about another twenty minutes it would be.
"My god! I gotta switch this!" John leaned over and changed the station. It was now Creed, and he sat back down, satisfied.
"Thank you." Clay muttered.
"Oh, that's real nice, Clay. I'm your girlfriend and you're taking sides with them instead of me." Emily snapped, going into mad mode.
"I just like this music better. It's not that I don't like you," Clay said back.
The others groaned. Another argument was coming up. Natasha was putting on her vampire teeth, and it wasn't too easy when they moved unto a dirt road. One car followed. And then about thirty seconds later, another one did, too.
Finally, Natasha got the teeth on and the argument was over, ending with lots of 'I love you' and whatnot. "So. . . Is Hillcrest even open for visitors at this time?" John asked.
"Most likely not. At least we can get a look at it." Heather replied. Silence.
They rode a while later until they were only about five minutes away to the Academy. It was still quiet, until everything was interrupted by a bang on the back of the car. Everyone was wearing their seat belts, or there would have been bodies flying out of the windshield.
"What the fuck was that?" Clay asked, looking behind them.
John was already looking. And he almost threw up. A white mask was in a car behind them. Michael. Oh, shit. "SPEED UP! HURRY!" John shoved hard on Clay's seat. Those three seconds of looking at the mask motivated him to get the hell out of here. Another bang.
"I can't!" Clay said, trying to accelerate, except the car didn't change speed. Another bang. Emily started screaming her head off, and finally, the car drove up right next to them and swerved. The huge ram made them go flying off of the road along with the other car. The other car rolled twice, while theirs only did once. On the side of the road, John looked up.
Michael Myers. Coming out of the banged up car. John took one look at the knife and tried to get onto the other side of the car. Everyone was okay, and Heather seemed to be the only one that had also taken a look at Michael. The car was on its side, and when they tried to get across, their weight flipped them right-side up.
"GET OUT!" He screamed as he and Heather climbed out. The others did, too, and Deryck turned around to see Michael only a few paces away. Screaming, he too started running for his life. Another car slammed on the brakes nearby. Someone climbed out.
Screaming for help they ran to the person and stopped, seeing another knife and an all too familiar face. Eliza Reeds. She tried to slice John's throat who was in front, but he dropped to the ground just in time. And behind them was Michael. They were trapped in between them and a car, and the only way out could get them caught in less than a second.
John, Heather, Clay, Emily, Natasha and Deryck stood huddled up in the center. John looked at one killer to the other. Something was wrong. Michael was eyeing them, except Eliza's gaze was on Michael. The larger murderer took a step forward, causing Eliza to step past the group and towards Michael. She lunged and Michael simply grabbing her arm and slung her to the ground.
He walked towards them, and they ran off. Heather was panting as she ran down the road-side, and realized her boyfriend wasn't with her. "John?"
She whirled and saw John only a few yards away from Michael and Eliza. He was watching them fight. Eliza was on her feet again and was hacking away at anything that was in front of her. And that was Michael. He was only hit once on the arm but showed no pain. Heather ran up, grabbed John and started running again.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" She asked. John didn't answer, but watched and observed the fight.
Michael once again shoved Eliza down into the dirt and stood over her, ready to kill. Eliza rolled and leapt out of the way and tried to get around him. He turned with her and now tried to grab her throat. But she ran and slammed into them. They both fell, and rolled down a hill. It got steeper and they both tumbled and fell, rolling over rocks and painful branches.
They both landed in different places, not moving. An idea struck John.
- - -
"Oh, god! How could you survive that?" Deryck paced. They had broken into a room at the academy. Only a few scratches and bruises were the only injuries they had.
It was a room that was probably a part of the school's basement. There was a single light, and it made the room look like sick shades of reds. Natasha was silent. Emily was shaking uncontrollably, Clay was just rocking back and forth. Heather was looking at John, who sat at a desk with a computer on it. The first thing he did when they came inside was go on that computer.
He only clicked once or twice, but did a lot of typing.
"What if that guy comes back?" Heather whimpered.
"Or the girl. They couldn't have been killed from that fall, that's all I know." Deryck said.
As they carried on a conversation, Heather walked over to John. "Are you okay? And what are you doing?"
John continued to click. "I know how to stop Michael."
She felt bad for her boyfriend. He had already gone through this earlier. Only he was hunted, while that was only a small encounter back there. She sighed. "How's that?"
He didn't answer using his own words. He was reading from the web site, "Eliza Reeds. Born December 4th, 1982. Screw that stuff. Okay, Now here is when it gets good. 'Even though Eliza never spoke during the trial, because of witnesses and observations it seemed as though she killed because of a unidentified personality disorder. The cause of her killings was being obsessed with death, fear and gore. To satisfy her need she became a Coroner to look at things dead and to hurt them, as if killing. It wasn't enough. It was later found out that she had taken several people and did 'autopsy's' on them while she was alive. This later grew to a need. There were several pictures or articles on killers at her home. Ones that were crossed out were on her body count. She wanted to be the most feared killer of them all, and still had many people to go before being arrested.'"
There was a silence. Everyone in the room had started to listen. "How does that stop Michael?"
"That means," John informed her, "Is that if we get these two people in one room together they'd most likely try to beat the shit out of each other. I doubt it, but this girl might win. Or at least hurt the guy enough so we can take him out. Didn't you see the way she was staring at Michael? She came to Haddonfeild to get him."
"Or she could just be stopping by to pick up breakfast." Deryck said. Everyone glared.
"Well, I guess that can work. But from what you've told me, Michael is like the incredible hulk in a smaller package." Heather said.
John shrugged. "What would you want? To put this girl in the same room with him, or use you as bait so we can reel him into a closet where the rest of us smack him with pillows until he dies?"
Another silence. Natasha grinned. "I go for the pillows."
"Shut up," Heather snapped. "For you, let's take out Michael."
John smiled. "You're in. Anyone else?"
"Hell yeah," Clay said. Emily only nodded, now that her boyfriend had decided to do this. Natasha smiled, showing her vampire teeth. A yes. Deryck bit his lower lip. "Fine. But I'm not getting killed because of your decision."
- - -
Michael sat up. He remembered falling from the hill because of the girl. The girl. Michael stood up, feeling the energy and strength returning to him. Looking around, he saw her. Still unconscious. The killer walked over, ready to stab the hell out of her. Michael loomed over her. She was so powerless, and he was so much compared to her. Michael raised the knife.
Eliza's eyes snapped open, to see the knife flashing in the moonlight. First, surprise made her tense and remembering that this was Michael, she wouldn't let him take her life. She rolled to her side, the knife missing by probably a few inches. She got up and limping, walked into the more dense woods. Michael didn't bother following. He knew she would come back for him.
- - -
It was amazing that someone at Hillcrest didn't hear them break in. But now it didn't matter. Only about half an hour was spent there, and now they walked into the woods. The guard at the gate was luckily sleeping. John now walked outside on the small building where the guard was snoring. He smiled, remembering all of the times he and his friend would sneak out. And his girlfriend, Molly. Apparently, Michael scared her enough to make her move away far from Haddonfeild, and away from John.
He and Heather climbed through the thorny rose bushes and emerged on the other side. All they had was one object each. Two knifes from the students kitchens. John helped Heather through, and they looked around then. Mist swirled, as if daring them to go further into the woods. Where two killers were waiting. "Are you SURE that you won't freeze up?" John asked worriedly, looking at Heather.
"Sexist." She mumbled and when she noticed the look he gave her, Heather gave John a weak smile. "I mean, yes."
"Right. Well, I'm going for Michael since I know him better. Remember, get Reeds into the gym."
"Trust me, I will. Good luck." Heather said, and starting walking down the road.
"You too." John called after her, not loud enough to awaken the guard. He set off into the woods, tightening his grip on the knife. Watch out, Michael. You might be strong, but you're not as smart as me. John stepped into the mist, and it separated.