Two- Heeeeeeeeeeee's Baaaaaaaccckk!
Disclaimer~ Sadly, Michael Myers does not belong to me. Nor does Laurie Strode or Sam Loomis. Jen and Bob, and the weird guys do though.
The next two weeks passed slowly, torturously. Halloween came before either mother or daughter was prepared. The morning light crept into the windows of the hotel room, and Laurie Strode's eyes snapped open, kitchen knife in hand. She looked to her sleeping daughter, frowning, would Jen suffer the same fate as her sister? Raped by her uncle, impregnated then slaughtered?
No, she wouldn't let it happen. Michael had chosen Jamie, she had given birth, and now it was over. Michael had a son, so it had to be over.
Laurie knew it was unlikely for Michael to come during the day, but she also knew it was unlikely for him to follow any sort of pattern. Michael Myers did what he wanted, not what seemed to fit next.
A loud thump sounded, and Laurie whirled to see her moaning daughter try to haul herself from the floor, obviously having just fallen. "God Mom! You had me scared shitless!"
Laurie chuckled. "Now, now, no need for language." Laurie sighed. "Sorry, guess I was kinda ready... you might say."
Jenni sighed and stood, lazily flipping her tousled hair, then going into the bathroom, washing her face and running a brush through her ebony curls. She never wore makeup so she was finished in there, she came out, grabbed some clothes and changed. Her mother came from the kitchen and laughed at her. "So you wear anything but black?"
"Nope, this matches my soul." She grinned, her mother frowning.
"Don't even kid, Jen. He never kids."
Jen sighed, flopping down in a chair. "So now what?"
Laurie repeated the action, slipping her knife into her pocket. "Now we wait, and hope it doesn't happen."
They sat for a moment, then Jen piped up. "Mom?"
Laurie looked at her. "Yeah?"
"Why did they let you go from the asylum? I mean, after killing a man you'd think they wouldn't."
Laurie smiled softly. "They didn't."
Jen blinked. "What?"
"It was close to Halloween, you were coming home, I couldn't take any chances, after all, I wouldn't be able to get away from him in a small room" she looked at her daughter again. "Must be that Myers blood, really sneaky stuff."
Jenni couldn't help but laugh at that. "I guess so."
~That Night~
'Jenni'
Jenni's head shot up from her book, tilted to the side, and carefully began to listen. It must have been just her, no male would be calling her.
'Jenni, come to me...'
Entranced and curious to see who it was, not even thinking who it could be, she stood, following the now constant whispers, out the door, yeas good, now down the street. To a parent or a group of trick-or-treater's she was just some teenage girl, going around dressed up as a lady in black, but in life she wanted to turn back, but something carried her feet along, something unexplainable.
"Hey Jen, you want som..." Laurie froze, looking around the empty bedroom. "Jen?" She looked in the bathroom, not there. "Shit," she mumbled, producing her knife and running outside, just in time to see Jenni turn the corner... in the direction of Lampkin Lane. "God, JENNI!" She took off down the street, always seeming to be at least five feet behind and just when Jen went through the screen door of 45 Lampkin Lane, Laurie was on the porch.
Laurie flung open the door, slamming the wooden one behind her, but not locking it. What the hell would lead her here, on this night of all nights? The answer was clear to Laurie, if not to Jenni...
She raced up the stairs and searched every room, the sun was just beginning to go down, thank God, so Jen wasn't hard to find, in her Aunt Judith's room. Laurie shook her head. "Jen, what the fuck is going on with you?"
Jenni was silent, she stared and Laurie stepped up to her. "Jen, Jen?" She asked shaking her. Her daughter blinked, coming out of the trance, and looking around. "Mom? How the hell did..." Her eyes widened as she gazed over her mother's shoulder. "Mom, look out!" She shrieked.
Without looking behind her Laurie fell to the floor, rolled to the back of the room and then stood, to see her brother in the doorway, having been poised to kill. Jenni ran to stand next to her and Michael looked at both of them, his sister with a knife, his niece totally defenseless and terrified. He tilted his head to the left, and Laurie spoke.
"What do you want Michael? Why did you bring her here, to kill her?" Jenni looked at his hands and realized he held no knife, no anything.
"Mom, look, I don't think so."
Laurie did look then shook her head. "You don't need a knife to kill, all of us here know that."
Michael stepped forward, the sky was dimming outside, and it cast a blue tint to his white, expressionless mask. Terrified, Jen began to shake uncontrollably. She backed into a corner, yelping and pulling back to reveal she had just bumped her arm into a rusty nail, blood coated her sleeve and seeped over from her shoulder to her elbow. Michael tilted his head at the sight, unmoving.
Laurie moved to her, her eyes ever on her brother, she ripped some cloth from her shirt and handed it to her daughter, who wrapped it around her bleeding arm. Laurie glared at Michael. "Let us go, now!" Michael tilted his head to the opposite side, but again, didn't move.
"Dammit Michael I really don't want to kill you!"
A thud sounded from the downstairs and as Laurie turned her head, Michael came forward and snatched the knife. Laurie jumped back, next to her daughter. To her immense surprise, he used his free hand to reach forward and touch his niece's pale, perspired cheek. Laurie used this as an opportunity, she picked up a lamp and hit him over the head, watching him fall. She ushered Jenni out of the room and warily down the stairs.
"Turn on a light Mom!" Jen cried, trying not to hit her arm.
"I cant! No one lives here, there wouldn't be electricity."
"But someone's down here!"
Laurie shook her head. "We'll have to take chances, besides I a..." She froze. "Shit."
"What?" Her daughter asked, unable to find her.
"I forgot the knife with him!" Laurie looked around. "Where are you Jen?"
"Here!" The voice came from the kitchen.
"Get in here where I can hold your hand!" Laurie listened to some footsteps and felt a hand touch hers. "Good, now c'mon Jen, we have to get out of here."
"Mom, I cant find you!"
Laurie froze, if Jen was still away, then who the hell was... She looked up into white latex and black.. hateful eyes. She closed hers, prepared as she felt his knife thrust into her side, pull out, then thrust in again and again. Laurie Strode never even screamed, even as she hit the ground, not quite dead.
"Mom?" Jen! She was right there! Laurie reached out and touched her daughter's ankle, Jenni gasped. "Mom!"
"Do me a favor Jen, you... when they bury me, don't let them put Strode on the tombstone... I want.. Myers."
Tears in her eyes Jen shook her head. "You cant die Mommy, I need you! I just got to be with you, Mommy please!"
There was no answer, and so Jen stood, suddenly in total turmoil, realizing if her mother was dead, Michael was down here. A hand landed on her shoulder and she screamed, only to have another whip over her mouth, she was dragged from the Myers' house, both hers and her mothers blood all over the front of her. She saw Michael being put into the back of a white van, handcuffed and she saw that that was exactly where she was being taken.
Once thrown in next to him the man who had dragged her out here smiled artificially. "Miss Myers, my name is Bob. You know your uncle, so I'm sure you'll keep each other good company until we get there."
"Where?" She asked hoarsely, the grief of her mothers death and the pain of her arm bothering her.
Bob laughed. "The Sanitarium of course." And he shut the doors. Michael squirmed a bit next to her, and she looked at him briefly, then wiped tears from her face. She pulled away the cloth of Laurie's shirt from her still bleeding wound, and stuck her finger towards it as if to pick something out. Michael made a fuss and when she looked at him, he shook his head at her action. She raised an eyebrow, then proceeded to take the dirt from the hole. "I know what I'm doing, I've had a year in nursing school." She lied, truthfully, it just bothered her to see the dirt.
It was a fairly long drive, and she fell asleep not long after she finished messing with her wound. She woke up when the truck came to a rough stop, embarrassed to find that during her sleep, she had fallen against Michael, and had been resting there. "Sorry", she yawned. He didn't move, just sat there and when peering into his mask, she realized he was asleep. Must've given him something. She thought.
The doors opened and Michael jumped, Jenni was grabbed out, then her uncle. They were dragged inside the Sanitarium, and taken to the office level. Terrified, Jenni felt her heart begin to wildly thud. A man handcuffed her unharmed arm to Michael's handcuffs, which made her fear even worse.
Bob knocked on the door, listened then opened it, pushing them inside and following. He closed the door and the big, black leather chair spun around to reveal a familiar face to Michael, and a new one to Jenni. "Hello there, hope the ride was all right. I know you both had more planned for your Halloween, but this is rather... Important. Ah yeah, I know Jennifer. You have no idea who I am. But your mother would, where is she?" He looked between the two, Michael stared blankly, Jen kept her own face emotionless. "Mom.. Killed herself." She lied, for some reason afraid to say, 'Oh, Mike killed her.'
Michael looked at her, then back to the man. "Oh I see, I'm very sorry, was it recent?"
She nodded. "Just this afternoon."
Bob raised an eyebrow but felt it best to stay silent, knowing she was lying but knowing it also wasn't his place to speak.
The man shook his head. "My condolences. My name is Dr. Samuel Loomis, most call me either 'Loomis' or 'Sam'. The reason I have brought you both here is..." He lifted his sleeve to reveal the rune of Thorn. Bob reached over and lifted Michael's to reveal his, and all but Michael stared at her.
"Have you ever seen this before, Jenni?"
She shook her head. "No, what is it?"
Loomis curiously gazed at her. "Your mother never told you about Thorn?"
She sighed. "My brother did, why, is this some kind of symbol of it?"
He nodded. "Michael is the one actually cursed with Thorn, I am cursed to guide him, thanks to a certain Dr. Wynn. We're looking for someone, maybe you can help us find her? You see, there is to be a girl, and you may at first think we are speaking of Jamie but we aren't, just listen. She is the only one who can end Thorn upon the recipient without him having to carry out the curse. You see Jennifer, she's to become his wife, in the ways of Thorn, which is different from a Christian marriage but not too different. One of our priests would marry the two, and basically to end his curse she would have to do her wifely duties, take care of him, have a couple kids as long as she is around he wont go out killing, and if he doesn't go out killing for a period of five years with her, the curse will end. Here's where it gets interesting," Loomis nodded to Bob who went out the door a moment, then returned.
"She has to be between the ages of 14-19, and she has to be somehow related to him by blood." He sighed, shaking his head. "Jennifer, you're all that Michael has left other than John, and I doubt that John fits the description."
Horrified by this thought, she stared at him, open mouthed and wide eyed. "Are you saying you want me to marry my UNCLE, sleep with him, have a couple babies and hope he stops killing people?"
Loomis chuckled and shook his head. "We'll see, your wrist, please, the side you haven't hurt." She gave it to him, and he pushed up the sleeve, reaching out to Bob, who handed him a funny looking instrument. "On the night of Samhain, the 46th year of his life, a symbol, exactly the same as his will appear on her wrist, after a certain test." Her head stayed still but her eyes darted to Michael, who seemed to be watching eagerly. A poke made her look back, and she watched as the exact same rune appeared on her wrist as theirs.
Dread filled her and a sudden nauseousness welled in her stomach. Michael relaxed in his chair, as best as possible and in a feeble voice she asked Loomis. "May I please be excused to the ladies room?"
Loomis nodded to Bob who gently un-handcuffed her and took her arm, guiding her down the hall to a lady nurse, who went into the bathroom with her as she vomited. After a few moments she flushed and retreated from the stall, rinsing her mouth, drying her face and allowing Bob to take her back to Loomis' office.
Loomis had begun to write something, and so she sat down next to Michael again, patiently waiting for some word from him. She looked at her wrist again, the triangle was still there, it was true.
She noticed Michael was watching her, and quickly put her arm down, averting her gaze from him. Loomis sighed. "Get used to him Jennifer, you're about to spend a lifetime with him."
She felt heat rise in her cheeks and tears form in her eyes. "How can I spend a lifetime with a man I don't love in the least?"
Michael stiffened at that and Loomis winced. "Look, I know this is difficult, believe me I know, but don't you see? You were meant to stop him and to love him, now I know you do, even if just a little."
She squirmed slightly, Loomis continued. "Know how? Because I know your mother loved him to her dying breath, no matter how afraid of him she was."
Her eyes met Loomis'. "I don't even know him."
He smiled gently. "No one does, but that's how he likes it. He never removes the mask save to eat, and we wont ever make him. That isn't the only mask he wears, would you force him to remove those? If you did he'd have to speak and show affection, things he's never done, at least not in 40years. Would you make him do those things again?"
She shook her head silently, and she heard Michael sigh next to her, she looked at him briefly, then back to the doctor. "When must this happen?"
He smiled in a friendly manner. "Samhain, of course."
Her eyes widened. "Tonight? I couldn't! Not tonight! I need time..."
Loomis nodded. "I know, you have an hour, then someone will come to help you dress in what is ceremonially appropriate. Hmm, let me take care of that first." He went into his desk drawer, pulled out a First Aid Kit, ran an alcohol swab over her wound, then put a gauze on it, and wrapped some bandage around that. He tied it then patted it. "Bob, take her to her room for now. She has an hour, then send Francis in."
Bob nodded and took her out, another man went in for Michael and took him somewhere. Bob led her to a decent room but before he shut her in she turned to him. "Bob?"
He smiled softly. "Yeah, kiddo?"
"Where would we live, after tonight?"
Bob bit his lip. "Loomis has a place not far from here, in the country, great for raising kids. We'll ship you by van." He looked at her. "You're really scared, aren't you?"
She nodded. "You saw what he did to Mom."
Bob smiled. "Oh you don't have to worry, when you fell asleep on him we thought he was going to do a happy dance, he got so comfortable that he fell asleep too. Well, I better go, don't wanna waste your hour. See you at the ceremony." And so he left her alone, and she sat on the bed, trying to figure out how things had gotten from being in the hotel room to this.
Ok, I'm really starting to have some fun with this! R&R, the "wedding" is next.