Hey guys, so I'm having a really shitty day so I'm going to jump into my writing. I have just a little more exposition to write but Michael will appear in this chapter so don't worry. Lizz
Chapter 3: Calm Before The Storm
John stood with a stern look on his face as he watched Thom on the phone. They were in the living room now and Thom was talking to his boss. "Yeah, Jim? I wont be able to come in today. Family emergency, uh, yeah I'll get the document for you first thing tomorrow. Thanks, bye."
Thom hung up and plopped down on the couch. He didn't expect John to show up so quickly, but then again he wasn't surprised. "Well have a seat John, this isn't an interrogation." Thom took another gulp of his coffee and set in on the coffee table. "You don't know that." John said. He hadn't smiled once since he came into the house. The pleasantries were done and it was time to get some answers. "What do you know about my mother?"
Thom's pleasant demeanor faulted as he crossed his arms and replied, "Right to the chase then, alright John. I was sorry to hear about her passing. Your mother babysat me when I was a kid, right here in this town. I was with her the night..."
"He came home." John finished Thom's sentence. "Ah so she told you everything." Thom asked. John looked at the pictures of Thom and Kara and the boys. "She told me enough, that her brother killed his sister when he was six and that he escaped from a mental hospital to try and kill her when she was a teen." "But she escaped." Thom added. "Yes, she faked her death back in 87' and moved to California, changing her name and life to try and start over." John frowned at the thought of his mom's history.
Thom noticed and asked, "John how old were you when you moved to California?" "I've lived there since I was a baby. I lived with my dad until I was eight, then my mom came and I moved in with her." "She left you in California when she was here?" "Yeah, my dad always told me that when they were together, she was barely capable of handling the relationship, then when I was born, she couldn't handle it so she moved back to her hometown. I guess that's here."
Thom sighed, "John, did she ever tell you about someone named Jamie Lloyd? Did she ever mention that name?" Thom was piecing together what Laurie had done but John was still a few steps behind. "No, I don't remember her ever mentioning that name. Up until I was a teenager, she was kind of distant. Then when I turned fifteen she became very protective of what I did." Tom thought a moment, debating whether or not to tell him.
John eagerly asked, "Why? Who is this Jamie Lloyd? Does she know my mother? Can she help me find out where Michael is!?" John stood up, his voice raising, "Thom tell me, who is Jamie Lloyd!?" "Thom looked up at him and replied quietly, "Your sister."
John felt dizzy, had he just heard that? His sister? He didn't have a sister, he couldn't. His Mom would have told him, wouldn't she?" John fell back into his chair and sat there numbly.
Thom took this as a sign that he was listening, "John, I know this is a lot to take in. Two years after Michael Myers came after her, she had a child, Jamie. She gave her up to adoption though and had her birth documents sealed in 1987. Right before she faked her death. You would have been about the same age as your sister I assume, about six or seven. You probably wouldn't remember her. I assume she wanted you both safe, from her brother. Where her 'dead' brother wouldn't find her. But he wasn't 'dead' either. He had survived the fire at the hospital, barely. He spent ten years comatose in a mental institute. By then you would have been about eight, same as Jamie. Laurie probably came for you then, since you were technically only the son of Keri and Raymond Tate."
John listened intently as his mind worked out his mother's deception. "So Jamie was adopted?" he asked. Thom continued, "Yeah, she was adopted by a family by the name of Caruthers. Laurie must have thought Jamie was safe now with the adoption papers in order and the birth records in hiding. No way Michael could find her or her daughter, or you for that matter." John quickly replied, "But he did find me and my mom six years ago, he tracked us all the way across the country, Jesus Christ."
John was still somewhat in shock but now he wanted to know more about is sister. "So where is she? Jamie, I have to meet her, she didn't get to see mom for all these years, my god what if she doesn't even know mom's dead?" John was babbling when Thom cleared his throat, "Uh, you can't see her John. She uh, well, she died nine years ago. Michael Myers murdered her. Don't you see why I had to find you? Michael is after all his living relatives and."
"I'm the last." John stated bluntly. His eyes were slightly moist with tears. His sister, he never even knew her and she was dead. Michael, that bastard. John was pulled from his thoughts as Thom stood up and walked over to the fire place. He looked up at the family photos on the mantle and looked back over to John, his lips quivering. "Your not the last John. The night Jamie was killed was October 30th 1995. Right after she gave birth to her son. My son, Stephen Doyle."
John jumped out of his chair and ran to Thom's side as Thom continued, "I found him, he doesn't know he's not Kara and mine. We haven't told him anything about Michael or Jamie." John ran his hands trough his hair as he absorbed all this shocking news. "Your not his dad? Then who is?" Thom winced, "We don't know."
Haddonfield High school
Dan sat in his English class as the teacher rambled on about Shakespeare. He wasn't paying attention, he was too busy drawing in his notebook, horrible drawings of death and destruction. The art of a depressed teenager. His teacher Ms. Harris noticed and announced to the class, "Daniel, pay attention, this stuff is on the final and if you want to pass your really going to need a good grade on this test."
"Sorry Ms. Harris" Dan blushed as his classmates snickered. His girlfriend Jessica turned around in front of him and gave him a mocking look, "God Danny, your such a delinquent. Your lucky your parents haven't shipped you off to military school." She laughed, he stuck his tongue out at her and laughed back. Dan returned to his drawings while Ms. Harris continued.
Ms. Harris turned to the rest of the class and said, "Now in the play, Shakespeare is trying to convey what through his main character? Don't think too hard, what is the basic message in Antigone? Jesse raised her hand. "Yes Jessica."
Jesse cocked her head back as she answered. "Well, Antigone has basically lost everyone she loves either by death or betrayal. Her father Oedipus made mistakes in his past which she now is suffering from. I think that Shakespeare is trying to say that misery spreads. That if one person makes mistakes like Oedipus did, his whole family will pay. I mean, Antigone is basically Oedipus part two only with the rest of his family. His misery spread to his two sons and daughters, particularly Antigone who eventually died as the end result of a series of misfortunes caused by her father."
Ms. Harris looked impressed, "Please enlighten the class Ms. Taylor, what was the root of all this misery." Jesse smiled, "Easy, everyone tried to deny the truth. I mean, if you think about it. What Oedipus did to his father and mother ruined all three of them, then he starts a family himself. The only problem is he was still so screwed up after killing his dad and sleeping with his mom that he couldn't possibly handle his own family. No one except Antigone herself wanted to except their father's sins, so they resorted to alternative means to deal."
Dan heard Jesse's reply and thought about his own life. If only she knew. The bell rang and students gathered their things to leave. Ms. Harris took the opportunity to remind the class, "Remember your one page typed reaction is due on Friday, you shouldn't have a hard time remembering since it's on Halloween." Jesse and Dan headed to the door when Ms. Harris stopped them both, "That was a very insightful response Jesse, I'm glad you've been able to add such perspective to this unit." She turned to Dan and added, "As for you Mr. Strode, I really hope you will take this opportunity to get some help from your girlfriend. You're barely passing and I don't want to have to call your parents again regarding your grades."
"Ok." was all Dan mumbled as the two began heading for the door again. Ms. Harris stopped Dan just as Jesse walked out, "Go on Jesse he'll be just a moment. "It's ok, I'll wait." she smiled. Ms. Harris went to her desk and gave a concerned look over to her student. Such a bright student yet so unwilling to try. "Dan, I know you haven't had the easiest childhood and I realize this might be a bad time of year for you but I really think you should talk to her," she motioned out into the hallway where Jesse was chatting with some passing friends. "She really cares about you it seems, and you should consider letting her help you." Dan forced a half smile, "Thanks Ms. Harris, I'll do that." He walked out the door and headed over to Jesse.
Haddonfield University
Sara Moyer rushed through the hallways of Haddonfield University. She couldn't believe she was running late, and today of all days. A speaker was coming to class, a renowned criminal psychologist. Sara knew she could get some good information out of this presentation for her thesis. Serial killers, they had consumed her life over the past two years. Sara had studied cases like Dahmer, Gacy, Bundy and Gein but none of them could take her fear away from the one she had met, Myers. Rather than become a recluse running from fear, Sara embraced her fear in order to stop men like Michael Myers, or at least to understand them.
She rushed into the auditorium as students finished grabbing their seats. She found a seat just as the professor began, "I am very pleased to introduce a very prominent criminal psychologist, and former student of mine who I hope can give you all some helpful insight on the field. Ladies and gentleman, Dr. Lindsay Wallace." The class clapped as a woman with long black hair walked over to the podium and shook hands with the professor.
Lindsay flashed a charming smile before beginning, "Thank you for inviting me to this lecture today. I have been in this field for about six years and I must say it has been very interesting. Many of you wish to enter the field of criminal studies. Whether you want to be a cop, therapist, psychologist like me, CSI, or detective, you are going to need to understand the mind of the man, or woman you are after." Dr. Wallace began her presentation as Sara listened intently.
Meanwhile
Dan sat in the cafeteria with Jesse and his best friend Miles Barton. After hearing about what happened to him and how he helped save a girl's life from Michael Myers, Dan found himself liking Miles the outcast. Miles didn't know about Dan's past or his brief encounter with evil though. Dan had tried to block that whole year out of his head, from his family, his friends, even himself at times. He refused to go back to that dark place. One reason he would cut would be to remind himself what would happen if he remembered his past, Pain.
Jesse was the only one who knew about Dan's feelings on the subject. They didn't hide anything from each other. She had been his anchor to sanity for the past three years. She was there two years ago when he had stumbled across the local news highlighting a massacre at his old house. She had been there when he realized Michael was still alive and on the loose. She was there for him when he had his nervous breakdown afterwards and had swallowed a bottle of pills. Their relationship was strong and she was his light in his darkened world.
"Hey doofus can I have a French fry?" Jesse pinched his cheek and giggled as she helped herself to the contents of his lunch tray. "Ah, such a giving man huh Dan?" Miles laughed as Dan threw his empty milk carton at him. "Seriously though, we gonna go out Friday night for some well deserved fun or what?" Miles needed to get out this weekend, he wanted to have some fun this Halloween, some clean free fun with no consequences.
Dan had other plans, "You guys seen Scott yet?" Miles rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex friend now turned crack addict. "Are you serious? I don't know where he is, probably in juvenile hall again." Miles didn't really hang out with Scott anymore, ever since his friend had found the "joys" of drugs. What he didn't know was that he and Dan had formed a very profitable relationship.
"He's probably out behind the auto shop across from the hardware store. That's where he always hangs out nowadays with his other junkie friends." Jesse added dryly. She had known Scott Keyes since kindergarten and they used to be friends but now he was always acting like total jerk to her and Miles. "He's not a junkie." Dan defended. "I gotta go find him. He's got some of my CD's. I'll see you two later and we can talk about getting together Friday night for some partying." Dan got up and ran out of the cafeteria out the side door.
Jesse and Miles looked at each other confused, "I think he's having an affair." Jesse scowled. Miles lifted an eyebrow, "With Scott!?" Jesse slapped Miles' shoulder, "No dumb ass." Jesse grabbed another French fry from ?Dan's tray. "I think he's got a drug problem." Miles replied as they continued eating.
Jesse looked at Miles and smirked, "So are you still hanging out with Sara these days?" Miles blushed at the mentioned of his two year old crush. Sara was so oblivious and to her they were still just friends, better friends now that he had helped her. "Sara's just a friend, we don't talk that much anyways, only online when we can. She's busy with school."
Jesse nodded with a mocking smile, "Uh huh, sure...you are so whipped." Miles whined back, "I am not! Were just friends, besides she's a junior in college and I'm only a junior in high school. It could never work." Jesse patted his shoulder, "You know Miles, you are like the type of guy most girls want. Your practically gay! Uh, I meant that as a compliment." Miles rolled his eyes, "Gee thanks..."
Dan waved at some kids as he headed towards the auto shop. He needed to see Scott so he could get his weekly supply of weed and maybe some crack. He found Scott out behind the Schools' garage smoking. Scott looked up and saw Dan, he smiled and said, "You Danno, where you been this week?" Dan coughed and looked around, "Yeah sorry I was gone on Monday, I was sick, so you got my weed man?"
Dan was anxious to get back so Jesse and Miles didn't get any more suspicious. "Hey man what's your hurry, I got some tight stuff here man." Scott and Dan made their exchange in a hurry so Dan could get out of there. "Hey man tell that poser Miles he owes me twenty buck if you see him k?" Scott shouted to Dan as he tossed his cigarette stub aside . Dan shouted back, "Whatever! You probably owe him twenty bucks! Catch ya later." Dan ran up to the football field and sat down under the bleachers as he took out his lighter and lit up.
Scott casually walked across the street from the auto shop to the local hardware store. He bought some spray paint and walked out to an alley behind the hardware store. He took out another cigarette and lit it as he shook the can of spray paint. Smoke wafted up from the cold alley floor. The leaves were almost done falling in town as winter lurked around the corner. The last holiday of the season was two days away and Scott thought of this as he used the red spray paint to draw a pumpkin on the side of the gray stone wall.
Scott puffed away on his cigarette, unaware that a shadowy figure stood watching him, watching past him at the High School. It was Michael Myers back after two years of silence. He took a step towards the school as Scott continued his artwork. "Yeah man, a regular Picasso." He finished the Pumpkin graffiti and took a step back to look at it and what he'd written. 'Happy Halloween Haddonfield!' was spray painted under the pumpkin.
Scott turned to toss his cigarette when he saw Michael out of the corner of his eyes. "What the fuck are you, the boogieman?" Scott laughed and dropped his paint can on the ground. Then he kicked it over to Michael who stopped it swiftly with his foot. Scott walked up to Michael, "Nice job, good likeness. But your definitely not scary enough punk." He walked off further down into the alley and swung up onto the side of the metal fire ladder attached to the building. Michael turned around blocking Scott's only way out of the alley. He slowly walked forward crushing the tossed cigarette under his foot.
Scott reached into his pocket and reached for another cigarette only to find the empty box instead. "Fuck." he whispered. He hopped down from the ladder and swung the cover of a nearby dumpster open. He tossed the pack in and walked towards the street. Instead, he bumped into Michael who stood there breathing heavily. "Hey fuck off Casper I need to get another pack of cigs." Scott tried to shove through but Michael pushed him off onto the ground.
Scott fell hard on his butt. He stood up angrily and sneered at Michael, "You fucker!" Scott hissed and charged back only to have Michael wrap his right hand tightly around Scott's neck. He picked up the squirming boy as he continued to walk towards the back of the alley. He threw Scott down in front of the ladder as the boy coughed and gagged.
"No man! What...what the fuck!"He pushed Scott's head between the bars of the fire ladder, right in between the midsection of the ladder's two sections. Scott looked up in horror as Michael grabbed the top portion of the interlocking ladder and slammed it down onto the boy, decapitating him in one swift motion. Scott's body fell limp.
Michael hefted the body up over his shoulder and grabbed the head with his free hand. He tossed Scott's body into the dumpster and threw his head in afterwards where it fell with a moist sounding impact. Michael slammed the dumpster door shut. He turned back and walked out to the edge of the alley, past the pumpkin graffiti. The paint had welled up at the bottom and was starting to run in streaks down the side of the wall. Happy Halloween Haddonfield screamed out from the wall, dripping with red paint as Michael heavily breathed through his mask.
Michael watched across the street towards the auto shop where he saw Dan heading back to class. He watched silently as Jesse and Miles found him and they made plans for Halloween night. Michael squeezed his hand into a fist causing his knuckles to crunch. Two more days and he would strike. He turned and headed back, vanishing into the alley's steam. The calm before the storm.
TBC
Chapter 3: Calm Before The Storm
John stood with a stern look on his face as he watched Thom on the phone. They were in the living room now and Thom was talking to his boss. "Yeah, Jim? I wont be able to come in today. Family emergency, uh, yeah I'll get the document for you first thing tomorrow. Thanks, bye."
Thom hung up and plopped down on the couch. He didn't expect John to show up so quickly, but then again he wasn't surprised. "Well have a seat John, this isn't an interrogation." Thom took another gulp of his coffee and set in on the coffee table. "You don't know that." John said. He hadn't smiled once since he came into the house. The pleasantries were done and it was time to get some answers. "What do you know about my mother?"
Thom's pleasant demeanor faulted as he crossed his arms and replied, "Right to the chase then, alright John. I was sorry to hear about her passing. Your mother babysat me when I was a kid, right here in this town. I was with her the night..."
"He came home." John finished Thom's sentence. "Ah so she told you everything." Thom asked. John looked at the pictures of Thom and Kara and the boys. "She told me enough, that her brother killed his sister when he was six and that he escaped from a mental hospital to try and kill her when she was a teen." "But she escaped." Thom added. "Yes, she faked her death back in 87' and moved to California, changing her name and life to try and start over." John frowned at the thought of his mom's history.
Thom noticed and asked, "John how old were you when you moved to California?" "I've lived there since I was a baby. I lived with my dad until I was eight, then my mom came and I moved in with her." "She left you in California when she was here?" "Yeah, my dad always told me that when they were together, she was barely capable of handling the relationship, then when I was born, she couldn't handle it so she moved back to her hometown. I guess that's here."
Thom sighed, "John, did she ever tell you about someone named Jamie Lloyd? Did she ever mention that name?" Thom was piecing together what Laurie had done but John was still a few steps behind. "No, I don't remember her ever mentioning that name. Up until I was a teenager, she was kind of distant. Then when I turned fifteen she became very protective of what I did." Tom thought a moment, debating whether or not to tell him.
John eagerly asked, "Why? Who is this Jamie Lloyd? Does she know my mother? Can she help me find out where Michael is!?" John stood up, his voice raising, "Thom tell me, who is Jamie Lloyd!?" "Thom looked up at him and replied quietly, "Your sister."
John felt dizzy, had he just heard that? His sister? He didn't have a sister, he couldn't. His Mom would have told him, wouldn't she?" John fell back into his chair and sat there numbly.
Thom took this as a sign that he was listening, "John, I know this is a lot to take in. Two years after Michael Myers came after her, she had a child, Jamie. She gave her up to adoption though and had her birth documents sealed in 1987. Right before she faked her death. You would have been about the same age as your sister I assume, about six or seven. You probably wouldn't remember her. I assume she wanted you both safe, from her brother. Where her 'dead' brother wouldn't find her. But he wasn't 'dead' either. He had survived the fire at the hospital, barely. He spent ten years comatose in a mental institute. By then you would have been about eight, same as Jamie. Laurie probably came for you then, since you were technically only the son of Keri and Raymond Tate."
John listened intently as his mind worked out his mother's deception. "So Jamie was adopted?" he asked. Thom continued, "Yeah, she was adopted by a family by the name of Caruthers. Laurie must have thought Jamie was safe now with the adoption papers in order and the birth records in hiding. No way Michael could find her or her daughter, or you for that matter." John quickly replied, "But he did find me and my mom six years ago, he tracked us all the way across the country, Jesus Christ."
John was still somewhat in shock but now he wanted to know more about is sister. "So where is she? Jamie, I have to meet her, she didn't get to see mom for all these years, my god what if she doesn't even know mom's dead?" John was babbling when Thom cleared his throat, "Uh, you can't see her John. She uh, well, she died nine years ago. Michael Myers murdered her. Don't you see why I had to find you? Michael is after all his living relatives and."
"I'm the last." John stated bluntly. His eyes were slightly moist with tears. His sister, he never even knew her and she was dead. Michael, that bastard. John was pulled from his thoughts as Thom stood up and walked over to the fire place. He looked up at the family photos on the mantle and looked back over to John, his lips quivering. "Your not the last John. The night Jamie was killed was October 30th 1995. Right after she gave birth to her son. My son, Stephen Doyle."
John jumped out of his chair and ran to Thom's side as Thom continued, "I found him, he doesn't know he's not Kara and mine. We haven't told him anything about Michael or Jamie." John ran his hands trough his hair as he absorbed all this shocking news. "Your not his dad? Then who is?" Thom winced, "We don't know."
Haddonfield High school
Dan sat in his English class as the teacher rambled on about Shakespeare. He wasn't paying attention, he was too busy drawing in his notebook, horrible drawings of death and destruction. The art of a depressed teenager. His teacher Ms. Harris noticed and announced to the class, "Daniel, pay attention, this stuff is on the final and if you want to pass your really going to need a good grade on this test."
"Sorry Ms. Harris" Dan blushed as his classmates snickered. His girlfriend Jessica turned around in front of him and gave him a mocking look, "God Danny, your such a delinquent. Your lucky your parents haven't shipped you off to military school." She laughed, he stuck his tongue out at her and laughed back. Dan returned to his drawings while Ms. Harris continued.
Ms. Harris turned to the rest of the class and said, "Now in the play, Shakespeare is trying to convey what through his main character? Don't think too hard, what is the basic message in Antigone? Jesse raised her hand. "Yes Jessica."
Jesse cocked her head back as she answered. "Well, Antigone has basically lost everyone she loves either by death or betrayal. Her father Oedipus made mistakes in his past which she now is suffering from. I think that Shakespeare is trying to say that misery spreads. That if one person makes mistakes like Oedipus did, his whole family will pay. I mean, Antigone is basically Oedipus part two only with the rest of his family. His misery spread to his two sons and daughters, particularly Antigone who eventually died as the end result of a series of misfortunes caused by her father."
Ms. Harris looked impressed, "Please enlighten the class Ms. Taylor, what was the root of all this misery." Jesse smiled, "Easy, everyone tried to deny the truth. I mean, if you think about it. What Oedipus did to his father and mother ruined all three of them, then he starts a family himself. The only problem is he was still so screwed up after killing his dad and sleeping with his mom that he couldn't possibly handle his own family. No one except Antigone herself wanted to except their father's sins, so they resorted to alternative means to deal."
Dan heard Jesse's reply and thought about his own life. If only she knew. The bell rang and students gathered their things to leave. Ms. Harris took the opportunity to remind the class, "Remember your one page typed reaction is due on Friday, you shouldn't have a hard time remembering since it's on Halloween." Jesse and Dan headed to the door when Ms. Harris stopped them both, "That was a very insightful response Jesse, I'm glad you've been able to add such perspective to this unit." She turned to Dan and added, "As for you Mr. Strode, I really hope you will take this opportunity to get some help from your girlfriend. You're barely passing and I don't want to have to call your parents again regarding your grades."
"Ok." was all Dan mumbled as the two began heading for the door again. Ms. Harris stopped Dan just as Jesse walked out, "Go on Jesse he'll be just a moment. "It's ok, I'll wait." she smiled. Ms. Harris went to her desk and gave a concerned look over to her student. Such a bright student yet so unwilling to try. "Dan, I know you haven't had the easiest childhood and I realize this might be a bad time of year for you but I really think you should talk to her," she motioned out into the hallway where Jesse was chatting with some passing friends. "She really cares about you it seems, and you should consider letting her help you." Dan forced a half smile, "Thanks Ms. Harris, I'll do that." He walked out the door and headed over to Jesse.
Haddonfield University
Sara Moyer rushed through the hallways of Haddonfield University. She couldn't believe she was running late, and today of all days. A speaker was coming to class, a renowned criminal psychologist. Sara knew she could get some good information out of this presentation for her thesis. Serial killers, they had consumed her life over the past two years. Sara had studied cases like Dahmer, Gacy, Bundy and Gein but none of them could take her fear away from the one she had met, Myers. Rather than become a recluse running from fear, Sara embraced her fear in order to stop men like Michael Myers, or at least to understand them.
She rushed into the auditorium as students finished grabbing their seats. She found a seat just as the professor began, "I am very pleased to introduce a very prominent criminal psychologist, and former student of mine who I hope can give you all some helpful insight on the field. Ladies and gentleman, Dr. Lindsay Wallace." The class clapped as a woman with long black hair walked over to the podium and shook hands with the professor.
Lindsay flashed a charming smile before beginning, "Thank you for inviting me to this lecture today. I have been in this field for about six years and I must say it has been very interesting. Many of you wish to enter the field of criminal studies. Whether you want to be a cop, therapist, psychologist like me, CSI, or detective, you are going to need to understand the mind of the man, or woman you are after." Dr. Wallace began her presentation as Sara listened intently.
Meanwhile
Dan sat in the cafeteria with Jesse and his best friend Miles Barton. After hearing about what happened to him and how he helped save a girl's life from Michael Myers, Dan found himself liking Miles the outcast. Miles didn't know about Dan's past or his brief encounter with evil though. Dan had tried to block that whole year out of his head, from his family, his friends, even himself at times. He refused to go back to that dark place. One reason he would cut would be to remind himself what would happen if he remembered his past, Pain.
Jesse was the only one who knew about Dan's feelings on the subject. They didn't hide anything from each other. She had been his anchor to sanity for the past three years. She was there two years ago when he had stumbled across the local news highlighting a massacre at his old house. She had been there when he realized Michael was still alive and on the loose. She was there for him when he had his nervous breakdown afterwards and had swallowed a bottle of pills. Their relationship was strong and she was his light in his darkened world.
"Hey doofus can I have a French fry?" Jesse pinched his cheek and giggled as she helped herself to the contents of his lunch tray. "Ah, such a giving man huh Dan?" Miles laughed as Dan threw his empty milk carton at him. "Seriously though, we gonna go out Friday night for some well deserved fun or what?" Miles needed to get out this weekend, he wanted to have some fun this Halloween, some clean free fun with no consequences.
Dan had other plans, "You guys seen Scott yet?" Miles rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex friend now turned crack addict. "Are you serious? I don't know where he is, probably in juvenile hall again." Miles didn't really hang out with Scott anymore, ever since his friend had found the "joys" of drugs. What he didn't know was that he and Dan had formed a very profitable relationship.
"He's probably out behind the auto shop across from the hardware store. That's where he always hangs out nowadays with his other junkie friends." Jesse added dryly. She had known Scott Keyes since kindergarten and they used to be friends but now he was always acting like total jerk to her and Miles. "He's not a junkie." Dan defended. "I gotta go find him. He's got some of my CD's. I'll see you two later and we can talk about getting together Friday night for some partying." Dan got up and ran out of the cafeteria out the side door.
Jesse and Miles looked at each other confused, "I think he's having an affair." Jesse scowled. Miles lifted an eyebrow, "With Scott!?" Jesse slapped Miles' shoulder, "No dumb ass." Jesse grabbed another French fry from ?Dan's tray. "I think he's got a drug problem." Miles replied as they continued eating.
Jesse looked at Miles and smirked, "So are you still hanging out with Sara these days?" Miles blushed at the mentioned of his two year old crush. Sara was so oblivious and to her they were still just friends, better friends now that he had helped her. "Sara's just a friend, we don't talk that much anyways, only online when we can. She's busy with school."
Jesse nodded with a mocking smile, "Uh huh, sure...you are so whipped." Miles whined back, "I am not! Were just friends, besides she's a junior in college and I'm only a junior in high school. It could never work." Jesse patted his shoulder, "You know Miles, you are like the type of guy most girls want. Your practically gay! Uh, I meant that as a compliment." Miles rolled his eyes, "Gee thanks..."
Dan waved at some kids as he headed towards the auto shop. He needed to see Scott so he could get his weekly supply of weed and maybe some crack. He found Scott out behind the Schools' garage smoking. Scott looked up and saw Dan, he smiled and said, "You Danno, where you been this week?" Dan coughed and looked around, "Yeah sorry I was gone on Monday, I was sick, so you got my weed man?"
Dan was anxious to get back so Jesse and Miles didn't get any more suspicious. "Hey man what's your hurry, I got some tight stuff here man." Scott and Dan made their exchange in a hurry so Dan could get out of there. "Hey man tell that poser Miles he owes me twenty buck if you see him k?" Scott shouted to Dan as he tossed his cigarette stub aside . Dan shouted back, "Whatever! You probably owe him twenty bucks! Catch ya later." Dan ran up to the football field and sat down under the bleachers as he took out his lighter and lit up.
Scott casually walked across the street from the auto shop to the local hardware store. He bought some spray paint and walked out to an alley behind the hardware store. He took out another cigarette and lit it as he shook the can of spray paint. Smoke wafted up from the cold alley floor. The leaves were almost done falling in town as winter lurked around the corner. The last holiday of the season was two days away and Scott thought of this as he used the red spray paint to draw a pumpkin on the side of the gray stone wall.
Scott puffed away on his cigarette, unaware that a shadowy figure stood watching him, watching past him at the High School. It was Michael Myers back after two years of silence. He took a step towards the school as Scott continued his artwork. "Yeah man, a regular Picasso." He finished the Pumpkin graffiti and took a step back to look at it and what he'd written. 'Happy Halloween Haddonfield!' was spray painted under the pumpkin.
Scott turned to toss his cigarette when he saw Michael out of the corner of his eyes. "What the fuck are you, the boogieman?" Scott laughed and dropped his paint can on the ground. Then he kicked it over to Michael who stopped it swiftly with his foot. Scott walked up to Michael, "Nice job, good likeness. But your definitely not scary enough punk." He walked off further down into the alley and swung up onto the side of the metal fire ladder attached to the building. Michael turned around blocking Scott's only way out of the alley. He slowly walked forward crushing the tossed cigarette under his foot.
Scott reached into his pocket and reached for another cigarette only to find the empty box instead. "Fuck." he whispered. He hopped down from the ladder and swung the cover of a nearby dumpster open. He tossed the pack in and walked towards the street. Instead, he bumped into Michael who stood there breathing heavily. "Hey fuck off Casper I need to get another pack of cigs." Scott tried to shove through but Michael pushed him off onto the ground.
Scott fell hard on his butt. He stood up angrily and sneered at Michael, "You fucker!" Scott hissed and charged back only to have Michael wrap his right hand tightly around Scott's neck. He picked up the squirming boy as he continued to walk towards the back of the alley. He threw Scott down in front of the ladder as the boy coughed and gagged.
"No man! What...what the fuck!"He pushed Scott's head between the bars of the fire ladder, right in between the midsection of the ladder's two sections. Scott looked up in horror as Michael grabbed the top portion of the interlocking ladder and slammed it down onto the boy, decapitating him in one swift motion. Scott's body fell limp.
Michael hefted the body up over his shoulder and grabbed the head with his free hand. He tossed Scott's body into the dumpster and threw his head in afterwards where it fell with a moist sounding impact. Michael slammed the dumpster door shut. He turned back and walked out to the edge of the alley, past the pumpkin graffiti. The paint had welled up at the bottom and was starting to run in streaks down the side of the wall. Happy Halloween Haddonfield screamed out from the wall, dripping with red paint as Michael heavily breathed through his mask.
Michael watched across the street towards the auto shop where he saw Dan heading back to class. He watched silently as Jesse and Miles found him and they made plans for Halloween night. Michael squeezed his hand into a fist causing his knuckles to crunch. Two more days and he would strike. He turned and headed back, vanishing into the alley's steam. The calm before the storm.
TBC