Five
A little Help, A Little Dance (This chapter is a bit graphic towards the end)
They watched a few more minutes of the movie before Laurie piped up. "Why'd you decide to talk?"
He paused. "I trust you, a lot. You've treated me different than most people would if they knew, and I know you know who I am, Laurie."
Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she looked away from him. "It isn't a hard thing to figure out."
He sighed. "No, it wouldn't be. How come you aren't afraid of me?"
She shifted slightly. "Who said I wasn't?"
"No one. I'll be honest Laurie. We both know who the other is, we both know I killed my older sister 15 years to this night. We've both changed since then."
She relaxed slightly. "Why'd you do it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean why'd you kill her? Impulse, hate, anger, did you think you were protecting her from something?"
"I don't want to talk about this." He said sternly, the sound of disuse to his voice was beginning to soften more.
"You have to talk to someone eventually, for your good. The only thing any of us have wanted to do is help you, Michael."
He was stiff, and so his shoulders relaxed a bit. "I heard a voice."
She straightened, taking his hand gently. "Yes?"
"It told me to, he told me to."
Her eyes watered. "You know whose voice it was don't you?"
He nodded. "Dr. Wynn, he wanted me for some stupid cult. He marked my wrist and everything."
She looked at the inverted isosceles triangle, stroked it with a finger. "My poor Michael."
He shook his head. "I've killed one man tonight for clothes, for clothes Laurie, of my own will. He's poisoned me."
Tears now poured down her cheeks. "I want to help you come back Michael, I want you to be who you were before you heard the voice."
He looked at their joined hands. "You already have. Loomis thought I was a heartless beast, but I did feel sorry for what I did to Judy, Wynn made me forget, but it all came back sometimes. That's why I left, I couldn't handle forgetting." He held her close. "Help me remember, Laurie."
She nodded. "I will. I will, Michael, I will."
Michael had hidden in the back when Tommy's parents came home. He drove Laurie home, Tommy's parents had been late and Annie couldn't stay any longer. They'd said goodnight and he had, knowing the Myers house was probably being watched by Loomis, gone to find a place to stay the night.
The next morning on her way to school with Lynda and Annie he had driven by, Annie and Laurie both waved and Lynda looked at them.
"Looks like you two totally got to know someone last night!" She took a drag from her cigarette and handed it to Annie.
"Just a little," Annie grinned at Laurie who blushed.
"So Laurie, should I tell Ben to pick you up tonight?"
Laurie nodded. "Yeah, what time should I come over?"
"7:30, be dressed and I'll spice you up a bit." Annie smiled. "Michael's ok with it?"
Laurie smiled and nodded. "I didn't tell him, but we'll never be more than friends, trust me."
Annie laughed and turned to Lynda. "And 10 years from now they'll be married with babies."
Lynda laughed. "Totally!"
Laurie grinned. If only THEY knew. "So Lynda, how did it go last night with Bob?"
Lynda groaned and shivered. "Fantastic!"
Annie and Laurie both giggled. "Sure it did, I had to cover Lindsey's ears for two hours straight, we couldn't hear the movie over you two!" Annie snorted.
"Hi Annie." Paul came in and kissed her cheek. "Hey Laurie."
"Hi," she said softly with a wave. Ben stepped in and smiled at her. "Wow Laurie, you look great!"
She blushed. "Thanks Ben, you don't look so bad yourself."
Annie smiled. "Ready everyone?"
They all nodded and each pair went to out to their cars. The dance was a bit awkward for Laurie, she wasn't used to things like that. But it was nice having girls look enviously on as she and Ben danced.
To say the least, Ben was really super drunk when he drove her home, and he was all over her. Upon seeing her parents weren't home she quickly walked to the door after having said goodnight, hoping Ben would just leave.
Michael looked up as he saw her run across her lawn across the street to the door, fumbling for her keys, continually looking back at the man exiting the car. He frowned, and turned off his own station wagon, silently stepping out and watching in the cover of darkness.
"You in a rush too, Laurie?" Ben slurred, walking up to her and laying sloppy kiss on her mouth.
She pushed him away. "Ben, I had fun but you're drunk, you need to go home."
"Awww come on, baby!" He moved toward her.
"I mean it!" She cried, backing up against the door.
"So do I!" He hollered, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her head against the door violently. She struggled against him and screamed but was too weak, and soon she could feel dizzy, and saw her white dress being saturated in her own blood.
Suddenly he was ripped from her and she slid down the door onto her knees, barely conscious. There was Michael, she knew that and what was in his hand? Something shiny, glass, or maybe a knife, she was too dizzy to tell. Her eyes closed momentarily, trying to calm the feeling and when she opened them Ben lay on the ground, his eyes closed, his body writhing. He was still breathing.
She looked lazily up at Michael, who came to her, her head throbbed and as she moved forward a warm current of blood seeped across her back. He seemed to cringe. "What has he done to you?"
She tried to speak but was unable to, her knelt next to her and his hand moved to her cheek. "Can you feel that?"
She shook her head. "N-n-numb."
He nodded. "Don't move, ok? I'll be right back." He ran next door and knocked, the man looking at him doubtfully.
"Can... I, help you?"
"Call an ambulance, these people are hurt." He pointed and the man dashed inside.
Michael went back to her, she was blinking to keep her eyes open. "Oh god, Laurie? Stay with me Laurie..."
"Michael... They'll c-c-c-ccatch you, take you back.. Run Michael."
He shook his head. "I'm not leaving you to die."
She smiled softly, her eyes shut. "Michael..."
"Shhhh, save your strength."
It seemed like an instant but an ambulance arrived, as did the police. "What the hell happened here?"
Michael pointed to Ben. "He was drunk, tried to rape her and she stabbed him with that glass. He slammed her head against the door, she's barely conscious."
The sheriff looked at him for a second. "Oh my God, you're him! You're Michael Myers!"
Michael glared. "Screw that! This girl needs to be treated!"
Jimmy and Bud, two young men in college came up with a stretcher, they gauzed and bandaged her head, then laid her on it. Loomis came running up.
"My God Michael, what have you done?"
He shook his head. "I didn't."
Loomis did a double take. "You... you talked."
Michael nodded. "And if she makes it through the night I'll tell you all you want to know."
Ok, ok. I've changed my mind. He's gonna talk now. Laurie will make it because I still need her. I honestly wasn't going to make him good in the end, but I'm kind of liking this side of him. I'll add a little twist though, maybe make a little series.
