Hey gang I am working out the kinks in my storyline and the next few chapters are going to be more character driven (listens to groans) I know, I know but you cant learn to care for them until you get to know them more. Don't worry Halloween is in one day in the story and then all hell breaks loose, trust me. I got a lot of stuff in store for you guys and the characters. Keep rooting for Thom, John, Lindsay, Kara, Dan, and Stephen but don't forget about ole' Michael cuz he's the star! Keep reviewing, I'm dying to hear what you are all thinking!
~Lantern_Lizz
Chapter 5: Russian Roulette
Thursday October 30th
John slowly opened his eyes and yawned. He really had needed a good nights sleep and
the bed in this guest room was terribly comfortable. John casually sat up and stretched, his
lean body cracking in several places, he turned from the right to the left and jumped. Stephen was sitting in a chair right next to the bed watching John. John looked at him for a moment, this child; his nephew; was a tiny pale little boy with the deepest eyes. He had a piercing gaze that made John shiver briefly.
He shook it off though and greeted the little imp. "Hey Stephen, do your parents usually let you spy on the guests?" Stephen smiled and chirped, "We don't get many guests till now! My birthdays tomorrow you know, I'm going to be nine! Are you going to come to my party John? You should, we'll have cake and ice cream and a piñata!" John laughed at this little boys exuberance and replied, "Well I suppose I could hang around till then. Now I don't want to be rude but I need to shoo you out of here so I can get changed and ready." Stephen jumped out of his chair and ran to the door, he looked back and pouted, "Everyone always kicks me out of their room, Mom and Dad and especially Dano. You better hurry up, Moms making eggs!" He trotted out of the room as John got out of bed.
He wore nothing but his boxers and quickly closed his door so no one else would walk in on him. He noticed a freshly ironed outfit draped over the chair Stephen had just been sitting in. John walked over and picked up, it was warm. Kara must have grabbed one of Thom's shirts and a pair of pants. She seemed pretty nice, John hoped he and Molly would be as happy as Thom and Kara are someday. Someday.
Lindsay walked into Smith's Grove Sanitarium as she folded up her damp umbrella. "This must be monsoon season, Christ it's gonna flood I swear." She said to Dr. Wynn as he finished signing a paper for a nurse. She walked off clip board in hand as Wynn greeted Lindsay, 'Dr. Wallace how nice to see you. I hope driving conditions weren't too tedious for you." Lindsay took her gloves off and handed her umbrella to the Doctor who kindly excepted it. "This weather isn't going to let up before tomorrow is it?" They walked down a long corridor as they chatted. "I want to talk about today's plans, we have a busy two days ahead of us. Today you need to make contact with the Doyles and especially the Doyle children. I cannot stress how imperative it is that you make initial contact with them today." Wynn spoke as Lindsay rummaged through I file she had pulled out of her coat.
They made their way to the elevator and Wynn pushed the down button. As they waited Lindsay apprehensively questioned, "I understand Doctor but do you think it is the right time? I mean Halloween is tomorrow and with the weather conditions, maybe we should wait until November, just to make sure…" Wynn coughed to cut her off then added, "Dr. Wallace I have strict orders from the governor. We are to collect any and all new data on the Myers case and everyone it involves which means locating all hot spots, collecting evidence," "and interviewing all survivors, yes I am aware of that doctor but I'm afraid of the repercussions an interrogation of this nature could have, especially at this time of year." "Any repercussions will be dealt with after we collect our data Dr. Wallace. Now I have found the addresses of the Doyles and the Moyer girl. You did make contact with her yesterday correct?" Lindsay glanced up at the white haired man and answered quickly, "Yes I met her yesterday at my meeting at the university." "Good, our sources have also discovered that The Doyles have made contact with John Tate. He is also involved and must be interviewed."
The elevator opened up and they stepped in. Wynn pushed the button labeled basement. "Lindsay, I understand your hesitation. Myers has been missing for two years and with all of the survivors of his repeated massacres returning to Haddonfield, your worried he'll come back too." Lindsay looked at him and nodded, "Exactly, I mean he has devoted his entire existence to killing these people." Wynn cut her off, "No, he is only after his relatives. The rest of them are only people in his way. He only seeks members of his lineage which means our top priority is locating and protecting John Tate and the youngest Doyle child." The elevator came to an abrupt stop and they stepped out. Dr. Wynn led the way as they walked past nurses and orderlies escorting mental patients to their cells.
"Do you know how long this building has been standing her Lindsay?" Lindsay followed him and flinched as a patient was pushed past her by a guard. The patient laughed and looked at Lindsay, she flicked him off. "About 70 years as I recall." Wynn smiled as they walked, he folded his arms behind him and looked around, "83 years to be exact. Back in 1921, this place was built as a hospital but was quickly renovated into a mental institution when Haddonfield Memorial was constructed. I've worked here for over 40 years. Dr. Sam Loomis was a close friend of mine as well as my colleague. You know he spent most of his career chasing Michael Myers. I see now you have taken up where he left of Lindsay."
Lindsay listened as she thought about her career choice and what led to it. "I just want you to be careful ok? I don't want to lose another colleague to Myers. I know you've read Loomis' manuscript as have I but he didn't know Myers as well as he thought." Lindsay interrupted, "And you do Dr. Wynn?" Wynn stopped and turned to face her, he drew near and said with a stern look, "I'm not saying that but if Loomis had known Michael well enough he wouldn't be dead." They walked into the high security ward and signed in for the guards. "Welcome to hell…" Lindsay mumbled to herself as they made their way down to an empty cell. "This is were we kept him Lindsay, for 15 years he sat here waiting. We had to move him from the children's ward after several incidents with other patients. This was his home and he knew how to bide his time. This cell is strictly off limits to all personnel except me because I don't want to awaken any demons lying dormant in that room. Michael's evil may have been born in his house when he stabbed his sister, but this is where it grew until it escaped." Wynn led Lindsay past the cell. She shivered as she walked past it, thinking of all the evil its former resident had caused. "I need to give you the bios on the last survivors, addresses contact info etc." Lindsay followed Wynn back to the elevator and they left the cell behind.
John entered the kitchen where Kara was making breakfast. She looked up from the stove where she was frying some eggs and smiled ever cheerfully, "Good morning John how was your night? Did you sleep well? Go ahead, sit down. I'm making eggs." John smiled and sat down. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and started checking his messages. He heard one from Molly and smiled as he listened. "Oh Shit!" He shouted, Kara whirled around shocked, "Excuse me!?" John blushed and got up, "Sorry Kara, I uh, its Molly. She's here, in town. She got here last night, I have to go get her! You have to meet her, you'll love her." John got up and walked out of the kitchen leaving Kara staring blankly in disbelief. She wondered if he was always that abrupt abut things.
John made his way to Thom's office where he was reading his emails. "Thom man, I need a ride to the airport." Thom looked up in surprise, "Your leaving? But what about tomorrow and Stephen and I thought," "Its Molly, we need to go pick her up, she's there, well actually she's at the motel right next to it." Thom gave a sigh of relief as he listened to John ramble. "Sure we can go right now and bring her back for breakfast." John beamed, "great!" As they left Thom quickly ran into the kitchen to give Kara a quick kiss. "We're going to pick his girlfriend up ok? Set another place at the table." Kara smiled, "Well, ok but hurry back, I need to get Stephen off to school." "We'll be quick hun! Love you!" Thom shouted as they left.
Sara parked her car along the curb next to the Bartram household. She was such a dork but she couldn't help but admire Miles, after all he did save her life in a way. She went up to the front door and rang the bell. Miles opened the door in his pajamas, an undershirt and blue boxer shorts. He was brushing his teeth. He saw her and freaked out, "Sawa! Ow, sowwy my mowf…" He ran into the house and spat in the bathroom sink. "Sara come in, sorry bout that." Sara laughed and stepped in, she closed the door behind her. "In as hurry? Didn't your alarm go off this morning?" He laughed back, "No it didn't, and my parents are always too busy in the morning to get me up." Miles was trying to pack his bag, talk to Sara, and not make a fool out of himself at once.
Sara walked over to Miles who was swishing some mouth wash in his mouth, "Miles, Tomorrow is Halloween, and I was wondering if you would…." she trailed off unsure how to continue. Miles spat out the mouth wash and walked up to her, unaware that he was still in his boxers. "Yeah?" was this the moment he had hoped for? Where she proclaimed her love for him. "Will you come with me to an interview?" Miles hope crashed. He went over to his bedroom and closed the door just leaving a crack so they could still talk. He started changing as he spoke, "Sure what's it about? Does it have to do with the Dangertainment website? Does that Freddy guy want you to go into another killer's house because I swear." "No, its actually a woman named Lindsay Wallace, she's a criminal psychologist who wants to talk to me about my experiences in the Myers house."
Sara opened the door just a crack more so she could peer inside. She sneaked a glance at Miles, watching him change shirts. She wondered if he had a clue about her feelings. "Yeah I can come with you, when does she want to meet with you?" He turned around and Sara ducked back behind the door, she blushed and quickly responded, "She didn't say but I called her yesterday and we scheduled an appointment for today." Miles opened the door and walked right into Sara. They both savored the intimate contact then jumped back and blushed. "Well, I'll be free after school so if you want to pick me up we can go then." "Great I'll pick you up at three and we can meet her at four." Miles grabbed his back pack and they headed out the door together. "Ok, it's a date." Miles groaned after he said that. A date? What a stupid thing to say! Miles walked with Sara to her car and she smiled at him, "Your such a lifesaver, I don't know what I'd do with ought you." She gave him a hug and he melted in her arms. She didn't want to let go either but she did. "Don't wanna miss your bus." She pointed behind him and he looked to see kids getting one the bus across the street. Miles took off after it and looked back waving, he stumbled and turned back towards the bus. Sara giggled to herself and got into her car.
Dan sat in the passenger seat of Jesse's car as she hummed to the music on the radio. He gazed out the window as per usual thinking about everything and nothing. "What's your problem Dan? I said I'd help you with your report tonight ok? Are you ok?" Jesse was concerned for her boyfriend but she didn't let on, she always tried to play it casual. "I'm ok Jess, its just there's this guy staying with us now and I get the feeling something bad is going to happen with him here." Dan huffed, he had gotten used to a bigger family with Thom and Stephen joining their family but now this John guy was staying with them and his house was getting a little cramped. Dan worried about how his parents had reacted to the initial meeting with John. He could tell something was up and it made knots in his stomach. He tried blocking it out but something was eating away at him, telling him something was about to happen.
Terrence Wynn sat in his office watching Lindsay leave the floor. She turned back and waved and he gave a pleasant smile. When she turned back to leave his face returned to its cold demeanor. He picked up his phone and dialed a number, "Hello Hoffman? Have you gotten that background check on Dr. Wallace yet? I want to know everything there is on her. And make sure we've made all preparations for tomorrow night, I don't want anything going wrong. Yes that's right, I can give you clearance for any sealed documents so don't worry about it. Just leave it to me. Don't let anyone screw up Hoffman or it will be your head! None of them can survive tomorrow night except the Strode boy. Yes that's right, none of them."
Wynn hung up the phone and opened a file on his desk. He rummaged through an assortment of news clippings, articles, and photographs taken by hidden surveillance. There were articles dating back to 1963 about Judith Myers' murder. Pictures of Laurie Strode as a teenager, as a headmistress, and as a sanitarium pictures. Birth certificates of Jamie and her son as well as Michael Myers and Daniel Strode. Wynn pulled out the picture of John Tate, "Well Mr. Tate, looks like your time has finally come. Hope your prepared to learn all the answers you've been craving." with that Wynn pulled out his cigarette lighter and lit the bottom of the photograph. He smiled. His eyes content and strangely excited as he watched John's picture warp and blacken.
Lindsay got into her car and ran her hands through her hair, she was more than a little agitated. "He's such a creep." she said to herself thinking of her conversation with Wynn. She turned her car on and drove out onto the freeway. It was about a forty minute drive back into town and Lindsay remembered she had to run by her office to pick up a file on John Tate before she went to the High School and talked with the Strode boy. She couldn't help but feel a little underhanded in all this. Meeting these people and using their statements for data on Myers, that's it. She had read and reread Loomis' manuscript on his practice and she couldn't help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive to all of this. Why would Wynn choose now of all times, just a day before Halloween , to lure all of the massacre survivors back to Haddonfield?
Lindsay turned on the radio and listened to the local radio station, "And this is Stevie Wayne with you Haddonfield, good morning and happy Halloween Eve. Tomorrows the big day boys and girl, the night when this town parties! So get the toilet paper and shaving cream cuz tonight's Devil's Night. We have a storm coming at us Haddonfield and it should be in full blast tomorrow night just in time for trick or treating. Hopefully this year our masked mascot Michael Myers wont be returning, its been two years since he last showed up in town and police are on watch for any sign of the boogieman. Give me a call at 1-800-968-7825, that number again is 1-800-YOU-SUCK we'll be on the air all day so give us a call and ask for Stevie Wayne, I'll be playing all the oldies in honor of this harvest season."
Lindsay listened and remembered the last time she celebrated Halloween. The night her life had been put on stand still, she had stopped believing in ghosts and monsters 26 years ago tomorrow. She stopped believing because she had met a real monster, a force of nature driven by the inner evil in us all. She remembered being taken back to her house after the paramedics wheeled out the blanketed bodies of her babysitter Annie and her friends. Her house had been turned into a crime seen, a blood stained house of horrors. The Wallace's moved away soon after and her childhood home became the towns newest spook house. "That's were he went, that's were he killed all those kids!" that's what the kids would say.
Now Lindsay was back in her hometown to try and give other survivors a fighting chance. She hoped that with the new information she collected from them, that she and Wynn could find a way to stop Myers. She tried to convince herself she was doing a good thing, trying to help her town, but somehow she couldn't get rid of the feeling that she was about to shoot herself in the face.
John and Thom arrived at the airport and went inside up to the flight schedule chart. They went up to an attendant and John asked, "Excuse me miss, could you tell me if a flight came in last night from Santa Monica?" The attendant checked her computer and replied, "Yes a flight came in late last night just before all other flights were cancelled due to weather conditions. Are you looking for a passenger?" John walked off before the woman could finish speaking. "Hey wait up! So do you see her? I doubt she would have slept here, she probably went to the motel across the street." John walked down to the other end of the terminal and exited into the back parking lot. He saw how empty it was and noticed the motel across the freeway now busy with cars.
John started walking across the parking lot with Thom following close behind. John stopped as he felt his shoes crunching "Hey what's the hold up?" Thom asked as he bumped into John who was kneeling down. John crouched down and looked at the broken glass scattered across the ground ahead of him. He peered forward and caught something out of the corner of his eye. "What is it John?" Thom asked as John got up and walked over to a nearby bush where he stuck his hand in a puddle by the drainpipe. He picked up a strapped high heel and held it close to his face. "Molly…" John whispered to himself.
Thom looked over the younger man's shoulder and saw him holding the shoe. "John?" he asked worriedly. John whirled around and gasped, "This is Molly's shoe! She was here, why would this be here! Where is she!?" John started sweating as he began pacing from area to area calling out for his fiancé. No, she was fine, she just lost it in the storm that's all, it had to be, she was at the motel sleeping in like she always did. John felt sick, he tried to push those comforting thoughts into his brain but all he could think about was Michael Myers, about Molly and about her alone out here last night.
"John snap out of it! It'll be ok, we'll check the motel and if she isn't their then we'll" "She's there! She is, she has to be." John ran across the street almost being hit several times by oncoming traffic. Thom followed close behind waving to traffic to stop. They ran into the motel and John screamed to the clerk, "Molly Carmichael, is there a Molly Carmichael staying here!?" The clerk quickly flipped through his guest book and mumbled an answer, "Fraid not mister, no Carmichaels in the book." John grabbed his cell phone and shakily hit the messages button, he started to breath quickly as he heard Molly's voice over the phone, "I'm kind of stuck at the airport and it's raining so could you please call me back? I'm going to call a cab and get a room at the nearest hotel ok? Call me soon! I love you" John felt nauseas as he hung up the phone. He raced out of the motel and ran to the curb where he abruptly threw up. Thom ran to his side and patted his shoulder, "Hey its ok, that doesn't mean anything, maybe she went to another motel." John looked up with tear stained eyes as he wiped his mouth and spat, "You don't really believe that do you?" Thom went over to the crosswalk and pushed the button, when the light turned green they dashed across the road back to the airport parking lot. "We'll go to the police station. We'll go and we'll talk to sheriff Benson and we'll find her John. We'll find her." They got into the car and drove off.
Lindsay had to swerve to avoid hitting the young man who had raced across the road as she was driving. She had been so consumed in her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed him running until he was right next to the hood of her car. She pulled over immediately and watched him race into a nearby motel. She recognized him, as her blinkers flashed on the side of the road she quickly flipped through her files. "It's him!" She looked up and watched as another man turned and waved at the cars in the road. "Tommy?" she gawked. She took her camera out of her bag in the back seat and started snapping photos of the two men. She watched curiously as John ran out of the motel. She watched as he knelt down and vomited. She watched as they left the parking lot and then she pulled back onto the road and followed them.
~TBC
~Lantern_Lizz
Chapter 5: Russian Roulette
Thursday October 30th
John slowly opened his eyes and yawned. He really had needed a good nights sleep and
the bed in this guest room was terribly comfortable. John casually sat up and stretched, his
lean body cracking in several places, he turned from the right to the left and jumped. Stephen was sitting in a chair right next to the bed watching John. John looked at him for a moment, this child; his nephew; was a tiny pale little boy with the deepest eyes. He had a piercing gaze that made John shiver briefly.
He shook it off though and greeted the little imp. "Hey Stephen, do your parents usually let you spy on the guests?" Stephen smiled and chirped, "We don't get many guests till now! My birthdays tomorrow you know, I'm going to be nine! Are you going to come to my party John? You should, we'll have cake and ice cream and a piñata!" John laughed at this little boys exuberance and replied, "Well I suppose I could hang around till then. Now I don't want to be rude but I need to shoo you out of here so I can get changed and ready." Stephen jumped out of his chair and ran to the door, he looked back and pouted, "Everyone always kicks me out of their room, Mom and Dad and especially Dano. You better hurry up, Moms making eggs!" He trotted out of the room as John got out of bed.
He wore nothing but his boxers and quickly closed his door so no one else would walk in on him. He noticed a freshly ironed outfit draped over the chair Stephen had just been sitting in. John walked over and picked up, it was warm. Kara must have grabbed one of Thom's shirts and a pair of pants. She seemed pretty nice, John hoped he and Molly would be as happy as Thom and Kara are someday. Someday.
Lindsay walked into Smith's Grove Sanitarium as she folded up her damp umbrella. "This must be monsoon season, Christ it's gonna flood I swear." She said to Dr. Wynn as he finished signing a paper for a nurse. She walked off clip board in hand as Wynn greeted Lindsay, 'Dr. Wallace how nice to see you. I hope driving conditions weren't too tedious for you." Lindsay took her gloves off and handed her umbrella to the Doctor who kindly excepted it. "This weather isn't going to let up before tomorrow is it?" They walked down a long corridor as they chatted. "I want to talk about today's plans, we have a busy two days ahead of us. Today you need to make contact with the Doyles and especially the Doyle children. I cannot stress how imperative it is that you make initial contact with them today." Wynn spoke as Lindsay rummaged through I file she had pulled out of her coat.
They made their way to the elevator and Wynn pushed the down button. As they waited Lindsay apprehensively questioned, "I understand Doctor but do you think it is the right time? I mean Halloween is tomorrow and with the weather conditions, maybe we should wait until November, just to make sure…" Wynn coughed to cut her off then added, "Dr. Wallace I have strict orders from the governor. We are to collect any and all new data on the Myers case and everyone it involves which means locating all hot spots, collecting evidence," "and interviewing all survivors, yes I am aware of that doctor but I'm afraid of the repercussions an interrogation of this nature could have, especially at this time of year." "Any repercussions will be dealt with after we collect our data Dr. Wallace. Now I have found the addresses of the Doyles and the Moyer girl. You did make contact with her yesterday correct?" Lindsay glanced up at the white haired man and answered quickly, "Yes I met her yesterday at my meeting at the university." "Good, our sources have also discovered that The Doyles have made contact with John Tate. He is also involved and must be interviewed."
The elevator opened up and they stepped in. Wynn pushed the button labeled basement. "Lindsay, I understand your hesitation. Myers has been missing for two years and with all of the survivors of his repeated massacres returning to Haddonfield, your worried he'll come back too." Lindsay looked at him and nodded, "Exactly, I mean he has devoted his entire existence to killing these people." Wynn cut her off, "No, he is only after his relatives. The rest of them are only people in his way. He only seeks members of his lineage which means our top priority is locating and protecting John Tate and the youngest Doyle child." The elevator came to an abrupt stop and they stepped out. Dr. Wynn led the way as they walked past nurses and orderlies escorting mental patients to their cells.
"Do you know how long this building has been standing her Lindsay?" Lindsay followed him and flinched as a patient was pushed past her by a guard. The patient laughed and looked at Lindsay, she flicked him off. "About 70 years as I recall." Wynn smiled as they walked, he folded his arms behind him and looked around, "83 years to be exact. Back in 1921, this place was built as a hospital but was quickly renovated into a mental institution when Haddonfield Memorial was constructed. I've worked here for over 40 years. Dr. Sam Loomis was a close friend of mine as well as my colleague. You know he spent most of his career chasing Michael Myers. I see now you have taken up where he left of Lindsay."
Lindsay listened as she thought about her career choice and what led to it. "I just want you to be careful ok? I don't want to lose another colleague to Myers. I know you've read Loomis' manuscript as have I but he didn't know Myers as well as he thought." Lindsay interrupted, "And you do Dr. Wynn?" Wynn stopped and turned to face her, he drew near and said with a stern look, "I'm not saying that but if Loomis had known Michael well enough he wouldn't be dead." They walked into the high security ward and signed in for the guards. "Welcome to hell…" Lindsay mumbled to herself as they made their way down to an empty cell. "This is were we kept him Lindsay, for 15 years he sat here waiting. We had to move him from the children's ward after several incidents with other patients. This was his home and he knew how to bide his time. This cell is strictly off limits to all personnel except me because I don't want to awaken any demons lying dormant in that room. Michael's evil may have been born in his house when he stabbed his sister, but this is where it grew until it escaped." Wynn led Lindsay past the cell. She shivered as she walked past it, thinking of all the evil its former resident had caused. "I need to give you the bios on the last survivors, addresses contact info etc." Lindsay followed Wynn back to the elevator and they left the cell behind.
John entered the kitchen where Kara was making breakfast. She looked up from the stove where she was frying some eggs and smiled ever cheerfully, "Good morning John how was your night? Did you sleep well? Go ahead, sit down. I'm making eggs." John smiled and sat down. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and started checking his messages. He heard one from Molly and smiled as he listened. "Oh Shit!" He shouted, Kara whirled around shocked, "Excuse me!?" John blushed and got up, "Sorry Kara, I uh, its Molly. She's here, in town. She got here last night, I have to go get her! You have to meet her, you'll love her." John got up and walked out of the kitchen leaving Kara staring blankly in disbelief. She wondered if he was always that abrupt abut things.
John made his way to Thom's office where he was reading his emails. "Thom man, I need a ride to the airport." Thom looked up in surprise, "Your leaving? But what about tomorrow and Stephen and I thought," "Its Molly, we need to go pick her up, she's there, well actually she's at the motel right next to it." Thom gave a sigh of relief as he listened to John ramble. "Sure we can go right now and bring her back for breakfast." John beamed, "great!" As they left Thom quickly ran into the kitchen to give Kara a quick kiss. "We're going to pick his girlfriend up ok? Set another place at the table." Kara smiled, "Well, ok but hurry back, I need to get Stephen off to school." "We'll be quick hun! Love you!" Thom shouted as they left.
Sara parked her car along the curb next to the Bartram household. She was such a dork but she couldn't help but admire Miles, after all he did save her life in a way. She went up to the front door and rang the bell. Miles opened the door in his pajamas, an undershirt and blue boxer shorts. He was brushing his teeth. He saw her and freaked out, "Sawa! Ow, sowwy my mowf…" He ran into the house and spat in the bathroom sink. "Sara come in, sorry bout that." Sara laughed and stepped in, she closed the door behind her. "In as hurry? Didn't your alarm go off this morning?" He laughed back, "No it didn't, and my parents are always too busy in the morning to get me up." Miles was trying to pack his bag, talk to Sara, and not make a fool out of himself at once.
Sara walked over to Miles who was swishing some mouth wash in his mouth, "Miles, Tomorrow is Halloween, and I was wondering if you would…." she trailed off unsure how to continue. Miles spat out the mouth wash and walked up to her, unaware that he was still in his boxers. "Yeah?" was this the moment he had hoped for? Where she proclaimed her love for him. "Will you come with me to an interview?" Miles hope crashed. He went over to his bedroom and closed the door just leaving a crack so they could still talk. He started changing as he spoke, "Sure what's it about? Does it have to do with the Dangertainment website? Does that Freddy guy want you to go into another killer's house because I swear." "No, its actually a woman named Lindsay Wallace, she's a criminal psychologist who wants to talk to me about my experiences in the Myers house."
Sara opened the door just a crack more so she could peer inside. She sneaked a glance at Miles, watching him change shirts. She wondered if he had a clue about her feelings. "Yeah I can come with you, when does she want to meet with you?" He turned around and Sara ducked back behind the door, she blushed and quickly responded, "She didn't say but I called her yesterday and we scheduled an appointment for today." Miles opened the door and walked right into Sara. They both savored the intimate contact then jumped back and blushed. "Well, I'll be free after school so if you want to pick me up we can go then." "Great I'll pick you up at three and we can meet her at four." Miles grabbed his back pack and they headed out the door together. "Ok, it's a date." Miles groaned after he said that. A date? What a stupid thing to say! Miles walked with Sara to her car and she smiled at him, "Your such a lifesaver, I don't know what I'd do with ought you." She gave him a hug and he melted in her arms. She didn't want to let go either but she did. "Don't wanna miss your bus." She pointed behind him and he looked to see kids getting one the bus across the street. Miles took off after it and looked back waving, he stumbled and turned back towards the bus. Sara giggled to herself and got into her car.
Dan sat in the passenger seat of Jesse's car as she hummed to the music on the radio. He gazed out the window as per usual thinking about everything and nothing. "What's your problem Dan? I said I'd help you with your report tonight ok? Are you ok?" Jesse was concerned for her boyfriend but she didn't let on, she always tried to play it casual. "I'm ok Jess, its just there's this guy staying with us now and I get the feeling something bad is going to happen with him here." Dan huffed, he had gotten used to a bigger family with Thom and Stephen joining their family but now this John guy was staying with them and his house was getting a little cramped. Dan worried about how his parents had reacted to the initial meeting with John. He could tell something was up and it made knots in his stomach. He tried blocking it out but something was eating away at him, telling him something was about to happen.
Terrence Wynn sat in his office watching Lindsay leave the floor. She turned back and waved and he gave a pleasant smile. When she turned back to leave his face returned to its cold demeanor. He picked up his phone and dialed a number, "Hello Hoffman? Have you gotten that background check on Dr. Wallace yet? I want to know everything there is on her. And make sure we've made all preparations for tomorrow night, I don't want anything going wrong. Yes that's right, I can give you clearance for any sealed documents so don't worry about it. Just leave it to me. Don't let anyone screw up Hoffman or it will be your head! None of them can survive tomorrow night except the Strode boy. Yes that's right, none of them."
Wynn hung up the phone and opened a file on his desk. He rummaged through an assortment of news clippings, articles, and photographs taken by hidden surveillance. There were articles dating back to 1963 about Judith Myers' murder. Pictures of Laurie Strode as a teenager, as a headmistress, and as a sanitarium pictures. Birth certificates of Jamie and her son as well as Michael Myers and Daniel Strode. Wynn pulled out the picture of John Tate, "Well Mr. Tate, looks like your time has finally come. Hope your prepared to learn all the answers you've been craving." with that Wynn pulled out his cigarette lighter and lit the bottom of the photograph. He smiled. His eyes content and strangely excited as he watched John's picture warp and blacken.
Lindsay got into her car and ran her hands through her hair, she was more than a little agitated. "He's such a creep." she said to herself thinking of her conversation with Wynn. She turned her car on and drove out onto the freeway. It was about a forty minute drive back into town and Lindsay remembered she had to run by her office to pick up a file on John Tate before she went to the High School and talked with the Strode boy. She couldn't help but feel a little underhanded in all this. Meeting these people and using their statements for data on Myers, that's it. She had read and reread Loomis' manuscript on his practice and she couldn't help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive to all of this. Why would Wynn choose now of all times, just a day before Halloween , to lure all of the massacre survivors back to Haddonfield?
Lindsay turned on the radio and listened to the local radio station, "And this is Stevie Wayne with you Haddonfield, good morning and happy Halloween Eve. Tomorrows the big day boys and girl, the night when this town parties! So get the toilet paper and shaving cream cuz tonight's Devil's Night. We have a storm coming at us Haddonfield and it should be in full blast tomorrow night just in time for trick or treating. Hopefully this year our masked mascot Michael Myers wont be returning, its been two years since he last showed up in town and police are on watch for any sign of the boogieman. Give me a call at 1-800-968-7825, that number again is 1-800-YOU-SUCK we'll be on the air all day so give us a call and ask for Stevie Wayne, I'll be playing all the oldies in honor of this harvest season."
Lindsay listened and remembered the last time she celebrated Halloween. The night her life had been put on stand still, she had stopped believing in ghosts and monsters 26 years ago tomorrow. She stopped believing because she had met a real monster, a force of nature driven by the inner evil in us all. She remembered being taken back to her house after the paramedics wheeled out the blanketed bodies of her babysitter Annie and her friends. Her house had been turned into a crime seen, a blood stained house of horrors. The Wallace's moved away soon after and her childhood home became the towns newest spook house. "That's were he went, that's were he killed all those kids!" that's what the kids would say.
Now Lindsay was back in her hometown to try and give other survivors a fighting chance. She hoped that with the new information she collected from them, that she and Wynn could find a way to stop Myers. She tried to convince herself she was doing a good thing, trying to help her town, but somehow she couldn't get rid of the feeling that she was about to shoot herself in the face.
John and Thom arrived at the airport and went inside up to the flight schedule chart. They went up to an attendant and John asked, "Excuse me miss, could you tell me if a flight came in last night from Santa Monica?" The attendant checked her computer and replied, "Yes a flight came in late last night just before all other flights were cancelled due to weather conditions. Are you looking for a passenger?" John walked off before the woman could finish speaking. "Hey wait up! So do you see her? I doubt she would have slept here, she probably went to the motel across the street." John walked down to the other end of the terminal and exited into the back parking lot. He saw how empty it was and noticed the motel across the freeway now busy with cars.
John started walking across the parking lot with Thom following close behind. John stopped as he felt his shoes crunching "Hey what's the hold up?" Thom asked as he bumped into John who was kneeling down. John crouched down and looked at the broken glass scattered across the ground ahead of him. He peered forward and caught something out of the corner of his eye. "What is it John?" Thom asked as John got up and walked over to a nearby bush where he stuck his hand in a puddle by the drainpipe. He picked up a strapped high heel and held it close to his face. "Molly…" John whispered to himself.
Thom looked over the younger man's shoulder and saw him holding the shoe. "John?" he asked worriedly. John whirled around and gasped, "This is Molly's shoe! She was here, why would this be here! Where is she!?" John started sweating as he began pacing from area to area calling out for his fiancé. No, she was fine, she just lost it in the storm that's all, it had to be, she was at the motel sleeping in like she always did. John felt sick, he tried to push those comforting thoughts into his brain but all he could think about was Michael Myers, about Molly and about her alone out here last night.
"John snap out of it! It'll be ok, we'll check the motel and if she isn't their then we'll" "She's there! She is, she has to be." John ran across the street almost being hit several times by oncoming traffic. Thom followed close behind waving to traffic to stop. They ran into the motel and John screamed to the clerk, "Molly Carmichael, is there a Molly Carmichael staying here!?" The clerk quickly flipped through his guest book and mumbled an answer, "Fraid not mister, no Carmichaels in the book." John grabbed his cell phone and shakily hit the messages button, he started to breath quickly as he heard Molly's voice over the phone, "I'm kind of stuck at the airport and it's raining so could you please call me back? I'm going to call a cab and get a room at the nearest hotel ok? Call me soon! I love you" John felt nauseas as he hung up the phone. He raced out of the motel and ran to the curb where he abruptly threw up. Thom ran to his side and patted his shoulder, "Hey its ok, that doesn't mean anything, maybe she went to another motel." John looked up with tear stained eyes as he wiped his mouth and spat, "You don't really believe that do you?" Thom went over to the crosswalk and pushed the button, when the light turned green they dashed across the road back to the airport parking lot. "We'll go to the police station. We'll go and we'll talk to sheriff Benson and we'll find her John. We'll find her." They got into the car and drove off.
Lindsay had to swerve to avoid hitting the young man who had raced across the road as she was driving. She had been so consumed in her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed him running until he was right next to the hood of her car. She pulled over immediately and watched him race into a nearby motel. She recognized him, as her blinkers flashed on the side of the road she quickly flipped through her files. "It's him!" She looked up and watched as another man turned and waved at the cars in the road. "Tommy?" she gawked. She took her camera out of her bag in the back seat and started snapping photos of the two men. She watched curiously as John ran out of the motel. She watched as he knelt down and vomited. She watched as they left the parking lot and then she pulled back onto the road and followed them.
~TBC