Final Instructions and the Morning News
Not long before Loomis and the others were to leave the new couple, Loomis pulled Michael aside and Bob pulled Jen aside.
"Jenni, I hope I can call you that, the only thing you need to know is that you can't consummate the marriage until nighttime. Loomis is explaining it to Michael and he'll know if he tries to before then you can call us, ok? Good luck kid, try to be happy." To her surprise and Michael's obvious demise (his glare told her enough) Bob hugged her. He patted her back, went to Michael, uncuffed him, then led Loomis back to the van.
Jenni watched them leave, then turned to where Michael had been standing, to her horror and confusion, he was gone. Where the hell would he have gone? She carefully went into the house and saw that the silverware drawer was open. She crept into the kitchen, and to her relief, Michael was just cutting some bread. She almost laughed, he could be killing her but instead he was cutting bread.
She went to the front door and picked up the newspaper, unfolding it to read the front page headline; MICHAEL MYERS FINALLY KILLS LAST SISTER~ STRODE'S DAUGHTER FEARED DEAD ALSO~. Jen bit her lip, turning and jumping, Michael was there, arms crossed. He beckoned for the paper and she reluctantly handed it to him. He looked at the front page, then to her surprise, flipped to the sports section, took it out, and handed the rest of the paper.
Slightly disgusted, she went into the family room, seeing him walk into the study and close the door. A tear slipped from her eye at the thought of her mothers warm blood on her hands again, but quickly wiped it away. She turned the TV on to the news.
"Last night, Haddonfield serial killer Michael Myers struck again, this time killing his sister, Laurie Strode, after 20 years of hunting her down. Laurie was a recent convict in her own right, and she had gone into hers and her bothers former residence chasing her 17 year old daughter. Laurie was found this morning, her daughter Jennifer was not, authorities fear her either dead, or taken away as her sister, Jamie Lloyd had been, to be impregnated."
Jenni realized she was drawing blood from biting her lip, and quickly released it. She slipped the channel, but the news of her mother's death and her disappearance was everywhere. She was stunned to see on one Haddonfield channel Loomis had ordered, her brother was outside 45 Lampkin Lane, tears in his eyes, begging for the safe return of his younger sister. She felt her heart give and went to the phone, pressing a button that read, 'No Trace Permitted' then dialing John's cell phone number. It rang for a second, then he quickly picked it up.
"John Tate, how can I help you?" His voice was shaky.
"John it's Jenni."
"Oh my God, Jen are you ok? Where is that son of a bitch, I'm going to kill him!" She could tell they were trying to trace the call and smiled as an officer swore, the button worked.
"John, no it's ok. I'm not hurt, I'm not here against my own will. I got married last night John." She looked up to see Michael in the doorway, she waved to show him it was ok.
"What? But Mom went in after you! Who'd you marry?"
"Mom did go after me, but who is not important. I love him John, and I'm happy here."
"Where is here, Jennifer, if you don't tell me where the fuck you are..." He began to curse and so she pulled the phone from her ear a moment, her eyes to the ceiling then she brought it back.
"Are you going to stop acting like a prick now?"
"You're seventeen years old, how the fuck did you get permission to get married!" She hung up the phone and shook her head, showing Michael the button. His shoulders seemed to relax and he motioned for her to come closer to him. She obeyed, and he brought her close a moment. Then harshly pulled away and went to the phone, unplugging the cord.
"Michael?" She said softly. "It's all right, they couldn't trace me. I just wanted him to know I was ok."
He tilted his head at her, then his eyes softened and he nodded. A harsh knock sounded on the door, causing Michael to glare at her again. "Be reasonable! They couldn't get here this fast if they did get an address!" She went to the door, opening it slightly.
"Hello! Just wanted to say welcome to the neighborhood!"
She smiled. "Oh, well thank you very much." She moved to close it.
"So is it true?"
She frowned. "Is what true?"
"That you're Laurie Strode's kid?"
She felt the color leave her cheeks. "I.. I don't even know who Laurie Strode is.." Again, she was about to close the door.
"Your name is Jennifer Ann Lloyd, but you always went by Tate. You were born on September 13th I'm sure you know the year. Only female relation of Michael Myers which makes you susceptible to the rune on your wrist." He roughly grabbed her hand and found the rune. "Making you his wife since last night."
Terrified she closed the door, how had that man known so much? Michael tilted his head and upon seeing her terrified eyes and heavy breathing he moved closer. Just then the door opened and she ran away, leaving Michael to deal with the man. She ran into the bedroom, hitting the bed just in time to hear the mans screams for mercy. Hiding her face in the pillows, trying to drown it out, she began to cry.
Soon enough Michael found her, she felt his hand stroke her hair, no blood, or at least not that she felt. She looked up at him, seeing his concerned eyes and she sighed, sitting up and nor moving as he kneeled before her, just stroking her hair. He wasn't bloody, meaning he hadn't killed the man as violently as he could have. She shook still from the eeriness, these farm people were nosey!
Farms... barns... Jamie... She closed her eyes, trying to drown the image of her dead sister. She reached out, taking Michael's hand and feeling him sit next to her, just holding her there as she cried against him. Now she had to start living reality, and that was that Michael was already softened towards her. Now she had five years, and hopefully the curse would pass.