Seven
It Isn't Over Yet (Rated R chapter)
A knock sounded on Laurie's bedroom door at around 2:00, her mother stepped in at her request and smiled. "Honey? Michael and Dr. Loomis are here, are you up to seeing them?"
She nodded, sitting up a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine Mom."
Her mother smiled. "Ok." She went into the hall and Laurie could hear her say. "Now she hasn't been great because of some drugs they gave her, but she wants to see you two."
She frowned slightly, but Loomis stepped in by himself, and it turned to a look of panic. "Where is he? Dr. Loomis what hap..."
"Laurie, I'd like to introduce the new, the improved..... Michael Myers!"
Michael walked in, red in the face and she laughed softly. He did look a lot better without the mask, his hair was a medium brown and was fairly short but longer in the back. His eyes were a deep brown, and could easily be confused with black, his face was narrow and nicely formed. He smiled at her. "Hey Laurie, how are you feeling?"
She smiled. "A lot better, had some problems this morning though." She pointed to two chairs. They sat and she continued. "Find a job?"
Michael smiled. "Yeah, I'm going to be tutoring in math at the elementary school for now, I've always been good at it, silent as I was. I only signed up because Tommy signed the list for people who need help."
She laughed. "Yeah, Tommy's a great kid." She shifted. "So you're pretty much free I hear."
He smiled. "Service hours wont be so bad, working with kids and all. Making sure what happened to me wont happen to them. Enough of this, what's the damage?"
She waved it off as unimportant. "Just a little missing bone that they replaced, now I've got a scar but my hair will grow over it again. I'll be as good as new," she sighed. "But you didn't have to stab him."
Michael smiled a bit. "Of course I did, I had to protect my little sister, no jerk gets away with messing with the notorious Michael Myers' family."
She sighed. "I guess not."
Laurie woke that night with a strange feeling, she stirred a bit, keeping her eyes closed, voices sounded behind her, wait, behind her? She had a wall behind her bed! She opened her eyes to reveal she was in a warehouse of sorts, and was laying on an old work bench. She sat up quickly to the surprise of two men, one with dark hair and a moustache, the other fat and bald, much older. The mustached man came over to her, smiling lightly.
"Hello Laurie, glad to see you're up. Oh I'm sorry I'm so rude! My name is Dr. Terrance Wynn, I'm sure you've heard of me."
"Dear God," she mumbled, scooting away a bit but the table rocked, warning her it would fall.
"Yes, the man you had imprisoned! I worked hard to get Michael to what he was and you turned him into a (scuse the vulgar term) pussy! I'll show you..."
"Get away from her!" She looked up at Loomis voice and smiled lightly upon seeing him and her brother in the door.
Wynn moved beside her. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the ever failing Dr. Loomis, whose going to fail again, because this girl is mine. And the former killing machine, now a puppy dog."
"Oh he's still a killing machine Terrance, only now, he kills for me and Laurie!"
Michael was wearing his jumpsuit and mask, both dirty but he didn't seem to care. A long gleaming kitchen knife rested in his hand, and he was moving towards Wynn. Wynn's partner ran from the warehouse and Wynn withdrew his own blade, pressing it to her throat. "Come any closer and she dies." He pressed his nose into her sandy brown hair, then grinned, running kisses along her neck, disgusted she struggled, but he pressed a warning cut onto her small palm. His back was to Michael now, and seizing the chance, Myers silently strode up to him, just as he unfastened some of his younger sister's clothing.
His knife drove through Wynn's back and as he fell against Laurie the table collapsed, the fragile wound on the back of her head split open upon hitting the cold cement. As her blood flowed from it Michael heaved the knife from a still living Wynn and rolled him over. He glared down at Laurie's blood. "Son of a bitch." He hissed.
Wynn grinned. "Oh that hurts."
"Maybe not," Michael said, studying the knife. "But this will." He plunged it into the older man's chest, killing him, he withdrew it. Plunged it in countless times, releasing his anger. "This is for Judy! And this is for your lies! And that damn mark on my wrist! And this is for thinking you can fuck with me!"
By now Michael and Laurie were both saturated in blood, Laurie mostly in her own. He was still stabbing when Loomis touched his shoulder. "Stop now Michael, his guts are practically mush. Shhhh it's ok, Laurie needs you, don't waste her time on him." Michael let go of the knife without another thought and moved to her.
Her skin had lost color and she was trying to stay conscious, he dipped a hand in her blood and shook his head, she coughed, blood came from her moth down her chin. "No, Laurie, Laurie? Stay with me Laurie! Oh come on don't leave me."
Her voice as soft but he could hear her, as well as Loomis. "Tell me, about myself, Michael." She went unconscious, and he ripped off the mask and nodded.
"All right kiddo. You were born on a warm Sunday morning, Judy and I went ballistic when we found out you were a girl. You always tortured her and followed me around. Mrs. Blankenship was watching you when I killed her, and after that the only time I saw you was when the Strode's brought you to visit me. Then you stopped coming, and I came back and you were all grown up. But you cant leave now, Laurie bear, you cant."
Michael didn't comprehend the ambulance's arrival until he watched them put her onto a stretcher.
*Yawns* Ok, that's all for today. Give me some feedback, if you have ideas spill. At least we know Michael's still going to kill, if not for Laurie for other purposes. I have to go conjure up victims now...
