Hey all. It's been awhile hasn't it! Well here we are, we've begun the final act of the story. Halloween night 2004 is nearing an end. I've planned out the conclusion and hope to wrap up this story at about twenty chapters. Don't worry though, I've already started writing the sequel! So gimme some feed back and lemme know what your opinions are of this fanfic.
~Lantern_Lizzard
Chapter 16: Rituals
As Thom and Mark drove, Thom thought about the night's events. "Why now? I
mean, why this year?" Thom spoke to himself. Mark glanced at the man as he
drove, "Is there ever a reason for his madness?" Mark turned on the radio.
'Authorities are still locating Myers. To repeat, all residents are asked to
stay in their homes for the remainder of the night. Authorities are still on
scene at various locations around town. Please be advised, Michael Myers is
presumed armed and extremely dangerous. Repeat, Myers is presumed armed and
extremely dangerous.' Mark flipped the radio off, "Well no kidding..."
Thom racked his brain trying to come up with a reason as to why this
madness was still happening, "Why? Why now?" He thought, there had to be
something, something significant. All the other years Michael had had a reason.
1978 was the year Laurie turned 17, the same age as Judith when she was
murdered. 1988 was the year Myers discovered his niece and the following year
was the year Wynn arrived in town. 95' was the Stephen had been born and 98' was
the year John turned 17. What had happened in 2002? Thom thought, "Sara." Mark
looked at Thom, "What about her?" Thom scratched his head, "She was related to
Myers, if he didn't learn that until 2002, that would explain why he waited so
long to come home again." Mark nodded, "Ok, suppose your right, that's why he
came back two years ago. But why is he here now?" Thom smashed his fists down on
the dashboard in frustration, "Damn it!"
Something had to have happened this year. Something to do with Stephen or
Sara or John because they were the last of Myers' kin. Mark saw a sign up ahead,
"next exit Thom. Were almost there." Thom bit his lip as thoughts raced through
his brain, "Damn, Loomis, where are you when we need you..." Thom thought about
Dr. Loomis, about when he died. He had discovered something, what was it? Thom
knew he was so close to learning what Loomis had learned.
Mark tried to break the tension, "How's Kara and Dan handling all this?
They going to be ok?" Thom nodded, "I think so. Kara has been through worse and
Dan can cope with...wait." Thom's eyes widened as a sudden revelation appeared,
"That's it. That's it!" Thom looked at Mark with madness in his eyes, "We have
to get to Smith's Grove! How far?"
Kara didn't know exactly what to do as she sat on her bed. She could here
all the commotion outside her door as police officers and reporters walked
around. She put her hands up over her ears and tried to block out the reality of
what was happening. Her house was a crime scene. Her friend was dead and her
child was dying. And what about Dan? How would this affect him. Kara thought
about how long she had spent with shrinks after her last Halloween nightmare.
She and Dan had both spent numerous hours on a couch talking to a psychiatrist.
At one time Kara had wanted to be a psychiatrist, but not anymore. Not after all
the hours she had spent with them, she didn't want anything to do with studying
the mind anymore. She had gotten her answer one foggy Halloween night almost
nine years ago. All men have darkness inside themselves and she had seen what
that darkness is capable of.
Kara felt her eyes tear up and quickly brushed them with her fingers. She
looked over her shoulder and saw a family picture sitting on the bed stand. She
reached over to it and pulled it to her. She looked down at the image of her
happy family and felt the tears come back. She looked at Stephen, so young and
new. Stephen had to make it. He just had to. She thought about how he had looked
when they loaded him on that ambulance. She felt her whole world shatter when
she saw the pale form of her young son, the blood in his hair, the bluish shade
his face had turned. Kara closed her eyes and tried to put the images out of her
head but they continued to flood her. She remembered seeing Diane's body pinned
to the ceiling. She saw the two policemen as their bodies were loaded up in body
bags. She saw the ghastly sight in her kitchen as policemen cleaned up the red
messes that used to be her cats.
Kara set the picture back on the stand and got up off her bed. She walked
over to her bedroom door and fell over. She slumped down into a pile on the
ground and started crying. She coughed and gagged as she cried. She put a hand
over her mouth to muffle her sobs. She put her other hand on the door for
support as she slowly calmed down. She took a few deep breaths and climbed back
to her feet. Her eyes were swollen and her face was pink. She brushed a few
loose strands of hair out of her face and opened the door.
Dan was standing right in the doorway, Kara jumped with surprise, "You
scared me! What are you doing?" Dan looked at her blankly, his eyes strangely
dark. Kara shook his shoulder, "Are you ok?" He blinked and his eyes returned to
their bright shade of blue, "I uh, thought I heard you crying." Kara smiled and
embraced her son in a tight hug, "I'm fine." Dan pulled back and saw her red
eyes. He put a finger delicately to her check and felt her tear soaked skin.
Kara felt a shiver go through her and backed up. That was weird, she thought.
She brushed it off and smiled, "I will be."
Kara tilted her head and looked at her son. His hair was messed up and
his eyes were tired. She noticed the makeup on his face and how smeared it was.
The white on his face was nearly gone and the black lipstick had been washed
off. The only noticeable feature on him were the black lines going down his eyes
but even they had been smeared from tears and sweat. Only the dark smears under
and around his eyes showed past his pale complexion. She became uneasy suddenly
as she stared at her son. That pale face, those dark eyes. For an instant, she
thought he looked like Myers. Kara turned away from her son. Dan looked
confused, "What's wrong mom?" Kara didn't turn back but quietly said, "I'm just
tired. Go back downstairs Danny and I'll be down in awhile." Dan turned and
walked away, "Don't call me Danny..." Kara closed the door and took a breath.
That had been strange.
Lindsay slowly woke up, her head aching something awful. She opened her
eyes and looked around. Her sight was blurred and all she could make out was the
candlelight dancing around her. She slowly felt her senses coming back to her,
she started to move when she felt something pull her back. The sudden jerking
had sent her falling back to the ground. Lindsay blinked her eyes a few times
and got her bearings straight. She looked down at her hands and feet and
realized they were tied down with rope.
Lindsay looked around again and realized she was in a cell. She sat up and
leaned against the cold wall behind her. Her expression changed to that of a
frightened little girl. She looked up at the stone walls covered in papers and
saw the metal door on the other side of the room. She started to stand up but
quickly fell over. Her legs had been tied together. "Shit." She cursed quietly
to herself as she shuffled helplessly on the ground. She looked down at her
bound wrists and brought them up to her face. She struggled to undo the ropes
but it was no use.
She peered at the walls around her, at the paper on the walls. They were
newspaper clippings. She squinted her eyes as she tried to read them in the dim
light. Only a single light bulb hung from the ceiling. It was only now that
Lindsay's senses were finally back did she hear the sound filling the room.
Lindsay listened to the noise, not noise but, "Music?" Lindsay held her breath
and listened to the quiet music playing in the room.
'Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I've ever seen. Give him two lips, like roses and clover. And tell him that his lonesome nights are over...'
Lindsay felt the hairs on her neck perk up as she listened to the grainy
song play. She looked up and behind her and saw the newspaper clippings above
her. The entire room was littered with articles and photographs. Lindsay sat up
once more and leaned on her bound arms. She started reading the newspaper
clippings aloud, "Killer and psychiatrist feared dead in hospital
explosion...Laurie Strode sole survivor of Halloween night massacre..." Lindsay
listened to the music play as she continued to read, "Myers disappears during
police station massacre, Jamie Lloyd missing...Power outage terrorizes
Haddonfield residents..." Lindsay felt her hands shaking as she read the endless
headlines, "Laurie strode arrested for murder...Jamie Lloyd found dead after 6
year absence...Two survivors of Myers House Web-cam Bloodbath...Myers escapes
morgue...still on the loose."
Lindsay turned away from the clippings and saw another wall with what
looked like some sort of shrine. There was a family tree drawn out on a large
canvas in the center of the wall. At the top 'Peter Myers' and 'Audrey Myers'
were written out. Below there names was a bloody handprint. A long line of blood
was drawn in a line going down to the ground. Written on the wall near the blood
were the names 'Judith Margaret Myers', 'Laurie Strode', and 'Jamie Lloyd'. Each
name had blood smeared over it. Lindsay could smell the blood on the wall and it
made her gag.
'Mr. Sandman I'm so alone, don't have nobody to call my own. Please turn on your magic beam, Mr. Sandman bring me a dream'
Lindsay felt her stomach churn as the music played. The stench of blood
made her sick and she looked down at the ground. She saw a few bloodstains on
the ground and came to a terrifying resolution, "My god...I'm in his room..."
Lindsay looked back up to the macabre family tree and saw three more names at
the bottom of the line. 'Sara Moyer' was covered in fresh blood, the name had
been recently covered. Lindsay felt her heartbeat quicken as she read the last
two names. 'John Tate' and 'Stephen Myers' were written out.
Lindsay squinted her eyes in confusion, "Stephen Myers? But that would
mean that...oh my god." Lindsay felt herself shake as she realized the truth.
She felt tears fell up in her eyes as she spoke quietly to herself, "You're is
son...god Stephen, you're his son!"
Kara opened the door to her room and stepped out into the hallway. Her
hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and she had put her glasses on. She
looked over to the right and saw policemen still examining the crime scene were
Diane's body had been removed. She turned away from the eerie sight and headed
for the stairs. She stepped over some broken glass and continued down. She saw
the broken entertainment center had been taken away and the kitchen had been
completely sealed off.
Kara saw Dan sitting on the couch by himself, not talking, not moving. He
just sat there staring out the window ahead of him. Kara felt guilty for pushing
him away before. She felt guilty about being afraid of her own son. "You're
being stupid." She said to herself. Dan had been through such an ordeal tonight.
He had been attacked twice in a matter of hours. Kara knew she needed to be
there for him right now. Stephen was in safe hands right now and they would let
her and Thom know as soon as he was ok.
Kara walked over to her son and sat down next to him. Dan didn't move, he
sat perfectly still. Kara gently put her hand on his shoulder and he suddenly
flinched. She pulled back surprised, "It's just me." He looked at her. His face
was pale and his eyes were dark. He made no sound. Kara felt uneasy again and
tensed up. Slowly, Dan's expression changed. A tear fell down his cheek, then
another. His eyes began to leak and a low sound came from his throat. The noise
grew into a whimper and Dan broke down and started crying.
Kara felt the uneasiness pushed out of her as her maternal instincts took
over. She quickly wrapped her arms around her son and held him to her. He put
his head in her shoulder and continued sobbing. Kara felt her own eyes well up
from guilt. How could she feel so uneasy around her baby, "It's ok baby, just
let it out. Let it all out Danny." She patted his head soothingly as he let go
of all the pain and anger, all the guilt and fear that had been plaguing him.
Mark was going well over the speed limit, "You know Doyle, if the guys at
the station found out how fast the sheriff was driving right now, I'd never hear
the end of it." Thom was cracking his knuckles, his eyes darted back and forth
as his mind rushed with thoughts, "That's it. Dan, this is all about him." Mark
looked at Thom worriedly, "What is, what are you talking about Thom?" Thom spoke
aloud, "I got an email about a month ago. It was some kind of anonymous tip.
Said they knew I was researching the Myers history. Gave me a name. John Tate.
That's all it said. I did research and discovered Laurie's son all the way in
California. Tipped off by a fucking stranger!" Mark nodded, "Yeah? And?" Thom
Clenched his jaw in frustration, "None of this would have happened if I hadn't
asked John to come here, if I'd never found him...He's the answer. He and Dan."
John was groggily coming to. He felt a dull pain in the back of his neck
as he slowly tilted his head back. He winced when the dull pain became sharp. He
wearily opened his eyes and felt blood drying on the side of his face. He
started to cough when he realized he had a gag in his mouth. He tried to move
and discovered he had been tied down into a chair. He was more conscious now and
looked down at himself. He saw his legs wrapped together with rope. He struggled
a bit but his arms were tied behind him and he could barely move.
John groaned as he was plagued by various aches in his body, it was like
he had been beaten into unconsciousness. He felt the bitter fabric of his gag
scratching his tongue and it made his jaw sore. John looked around at his
surroundings. He was in a massive stone room, like some sort of church or
Masonic temple. Hundreds of candles were scattered throughout the room causing
red shadows to dance across the walls. John looked upwards and saw a large
decrepit chandelier hanging from the ceiling, it swung slowly also decorated
with candles. He struggled a bit more but stopped when he saw something out of
the corner of his eye. He looked ahead to the other side of the room and saw
Stephen also tied to a chair. The fragile boy was littered with cuts and his
clown costume was torn open. He also had blood on his face and in his hair. He
was unconscious and did not move save for his shallow breathing.
John struggled in vain to get free and help his nephew. John heard
footsteps and looked past Stephen to a long hallway. A man emerged from the
darkness. The man wore a long black trench coat and a black hat. He walked
towards John while he spoke, "Well now, you're finally awake. We were worried
you'd sleep right through the ceremony." John looked up into the man's face and
glared. It was Wynn. Dr. Wynn smiled, his cold eyes looking directly into
John's, "Young man, you should be thanking me. I've done what none of you
could." Wynn turned to his right as he spoke, "A reunion..."
Wynn stepped aside and revealed a ghastly sight which made John scream.
John's eyes widened and bulged as his face turned red, his scream was muffled by
the gag. The far right wall, right next to him, was a large altar. Three corpses
were strewn on separate chairs below the alter. Above each corpse sat a
crumbling old tombstone. The farthest gravestone read 'Judith Myers 1946-1963',
the ancient skeleton of Judith sat staring upwards beneath the tombstone. John
looked in horror as he saw the other two skeletons. The second skeleton sat
under the stone which read, 'Jamie Lloyd', the third and final skeleton which
was the freshest sat beneath it's respective tombstone which read, 'Laurie
Strode 1961-2002'. John felt his stomach imploding as he began heaving and
gagging. His relatives, his mother, their bodies had been desecrated and brought
here.
Two men in black suites entered from the dark hallway with another body in
their arms, it was Sara. Terrence looked at them and signaled to an empty chair
next to Laurie's body, "Over there gentlemen." They heaved the body into the
chair and walked away. Terrence looked back to John who had tears of disgust in
his eyes, "We took a little souvenir from the morgue. Soon we'll have a
complete set. Then the harvest can begin."
Kara brushed her son's blonde bangs out of his face. She smiled at a few
policemen who walked past her. She looked at Dan and quietly said, "Why don't
you go up to your room for awhile and try to get some sleep." Dan nodded and got
up off the couch. He walked over to the stairway, stepping over a puddle of
drying blood. He turned and looked down at the red stain then looked up to Kara,
"I wanna move." Kara forced a half smile and watched as her son tiredly crept up
the stairs.
Dan walked down the hallway and lifted a strip of yellow police tape
ceiling off the end off the hallway. He looked around and saw a few policemen
climbing up the ladder into the attic. Dan waited until they were out of sight,
then he walked over to the wall next to the ladder. He saw the cracked plaster
in the ceiling from where the fire poker had smashed through it. He stared at
the large blood smear on the wall. Dan's eyes glazed over as he stared at the
tempting crimson.
He reached a hand out slowly and placed his finger tips against the moist
blood. He felt the sticky substance in his fingers and felt a strange urge
overcome him. He pulled his hand back and brought his bloody fingers up to his
face. His pupils dilated as the smell of Diane's blood swept over him. He was
flooded with a dark force that clouded his mind. He brought his fingers up to
his mouth and delicately ran his tongue along his middle finger. His body
trembled as the salty taste assaulted his tongue. Dan ran his long tongue across
his other fingers and started lapping the blood up like a cat.
"Hey kid, what the hell are you doing here?" Dan snapped out of his daze
and looked up. One of the policemen was looking down at him from the attic door.
Dan quickly turned around and briskly walked past the yellow tape, lifting it up
over his head as he passed it. He reached his bedroom door and swept himself
into it, closing and locking the door behind him.
John was panting with fear and nausea, he couldn't take his eyes off of
the four bodies spread out ritualistically next to him. Judith, his mother, his
sister, Sara...they were all dead. John turned away and looked over at Stephen,
he was still unconscious. John thought to himself, 'Molly, where are you? Are
you dead? Are you here?' he knew deep down in his heart that she was gone. He
felt the tears stinging in his eyes. The sweat and blood on his brow mixed with
his tears. He quietly wept for his fiancé while several people entered this
decrepit sanctuary.
Wynn had walked over to the center of the room. A large altar was sitting
on the dusty ground. "Prepare the sacrifice." Wynn barked. Two men hidden in
black cloaks walked over to the altar and began placing red candles on the
ground around it. John watched in fearful awe as the candles began to form a
shape, like a triangle with a long line. The men then walked over to the wall
Stephen was sitting against and reached past him. There were two torches mounted
on the wall above Stephen, each man grabbed one and went back to the altar. They
began lighting the candles on the ground. Terrence walked over to John and knelt
down so they were at eye level.
John stared up at the man with fear and hatred in his eyes. Terrence
smiled coldly and calmly spoke, "I see that fire in your eyes son. I saw that
same fire in Michael's eyes when I first met him. Sam never knew what he was
dealing with, but I did. Tonight we witness the end of a legacy, and the
beginning of a new one." Terrence looked behind him at Stephen then turned back
to John, "You and the child are the last of his kin. The two of you are all that
is left, the last generations of a cursed lineage. With your deaths, Michael's
destiny will be fulfilled and another may be afflicted with the disease." John's
eyes widened and Terrence smiled, "Yes, your friend Daniel Strode will soon
become our new vessel. The Strode bloodline will be afflicted and we will try
once again to harness the purest of all powers...evil."
John tried to shout something at Wynn but his gagged only aloud a muffled
groan to escape his lips. Terrence crossed his arms and nodded smugly, "Don't
worry dear boy, you'll soon be reunited with your family."
~Lantern_Lizzard
Chapter 16: Rituals
As Thom and Mark drove, Thom thought about the night's events. "Why now? I
mean, why this year?" Thom spoke to himself. Mark glanced at the man as he
drove, "Is there ever a reason for his madness?" Mark turned on the radio.
'Authorities are still locating Myers. To repeat, all residents are asked to
stay in their homes for the remainder of the night. Authorities are still on
scene at various locations around town. Please be advised, Michael Myers is
presumed armed and extremely dangerous. Repeat, Myers is presumed armed and
extremely dangerous.' Mark flipped the radio off, "Well no kidding..."
Thom racked his brain trying to come up with a reason as to why this
madness was still happening, "Why? Why now?" He thought, there had to be
something, something significant. All the other years Michael had had a reason.
1978 was the year Laurie turned 17, the same age as Judith when she was
murdered. 1988 was the year Myers discovered his niece and the following year
was the year Wynn arrived in town. 95' was the Stephen had been born and 98' was
the year John turned 17. What had happened in 2002? Thom thought, "Sara." Mark
looked at Thom, "What about her?" Thom scratched his head, "She was related to
Myers, if he didn't learn that until 2002, that would explain why he waited so
long to come home again." Mark nodded, "Ok, suppose your right, that's why he
came back two years ago. But why is he here now?" Thom smashed his fists down on
the dashboard in frustration, "Damn it!"
Something had to have happened this year. Something to do with Stephen or
Sara or John because they were the last of Myers' kin. Mark saw a sign up ahead,
"next exit Thom. Were almost there." Thom bit his lip as thoughts raced through
his brain, "Damn, Loomis, where are you when we need you..." Thom thought about
Dr. Loomis, about when he died. He had discovered something, what was it? Thom
knew he was so close to learning what Loomis had learned.
Mark tried to break the tension, "How's Kara and Dan handling all this?
They going to be ok?" Thom nodded, "I think so. Kara has been through worse and
Dan can cope with...wait." Thom's eyes widened as a sudden revelation appeared,
"That's it. That's it!" Thom looked at Mark with madness in his eyes, "We have
to get to Smith's Grove! How far?"
Kara didn't know exactly what to do as she sat on her bed. She could here
all the commotion outside her door as police officers and reporters walked
around. She put her hands up over her ears and tried to block out the reality of
what was happening. Her house was a crime scene. Her friend was dead and her
child was dying. And what about Dan? How would this affect him. Kara thought
about how long she had spent with shrinks after her last Halloween nightmare.
She and Dan had both spent numerous hours on a couch talking to a psychiatrist.
At one time Kara had wanted to be a psychiatrist, but not anymore. Not after all
the hours she had spent with them, she didn't want anything to do with studying
the mind anymore. She had gotten her answer one foggy Halloween night almost
nine years ago. All men have darkness inside themselves and she had seen what
that darkness is capable of.
Kara felt her eyes tear up and quickly brushed them with her fingers. She
looked over her shoulder and saw a family picture sitting on the bed stand. She
reached over to it and pulled it to her. She looked down at the image of her
happy family and felt the tears come back. She looked at Stephen, so young and
new. Stephen had to make it. He just had to. She thought about how he had looked
when they loaded him on that ambulance. She felt her whole world shatter when
she saw the pale form of her young son, the blood in his hair, the bluish shade
his face had turned. Kara closed her eyes and tried to put the images out of her
head but they continued to flood her. She remembered seeing Diane's body pinned
to the ceiling. She saw the two policemen as their bodies were loaded up in body
bags. She saw the ghastly sight in her kitchen as policemen cleaned up the red
messes that used to be her cats.
Kara set the picture back on the stand and got up off her bed. She walked
over to her bedroom door and fell over. She slumped down into a pile on the
ground and started crying. She coughed and gagged as she cried. She put a hand
over her mouth to muffle her sobs. She put her other hand on the door for
support as she slowly calmed down. She took a few deep breaths and climbed back
to her feet. Her eyes were swollen and her face was pink. She brushed a few
loose strands of hair out of her face and opened the door.
Dan was standing right in the doorway, Kara jumped with surprise, "You
scared me! What are you doing?" Dan looked at her blankly, his eyes strangely
dark. Kara shook his shoulder, "Are you ok?" He blinked and his eyes returned to
their bright shade of blue, "I uh, thought I heard you crying." Kara smiled and
embraced her son in a tight hug, "I'm fine." Dan pulled back and saw her red
eyes. He put a finger delicately to her check and felt her tear soaked skin.
Kara felt a shiver go through her and backed up. That was weird, she thought.
She brushed it off and smiled, "I will be."
Kara tilted her head and looked at her son. His hair was messed up and
his eyes were tired. She noticed the makeup on his face and how smeared it was.
The white on his face was nearly gone and the black lipstick had been washed
off. The only noticeable feature on him were the black lines going down his eyes
but even they had been smeared from tears and sweat. Only the dark smears under
and around his eyes showed past his pale complexion. She became uneasy suddenly
as she stared at her son. That pale face, those dark eyes. For an instant, she
thought he looked like Myers. Kara turned away from her son. Dan looked
confused, "What's wrong mom?" Kara didn't turn back but quietly said, "I'm just
tired. Go back downstairs Danny and I'll be down in awhile." Dan turned and
walked away, "Don't call me Danny..." Kara closed the door and took a breath.
That had been strange.
Lindsay slowly woke up, her head aching something awful. She opened her
eyes and looked around. Her sight was blurred and all she could make out was the
candlelight dancing around her. She slowly felt her senses coming back to her,
she started to move when she felt something pull her back. The sudden jerking
had sent her falling back to the ground. Lindsay blinked her eyes a few times
and got her bearings straight. She looked down at her hands and feet and
realized they were tied down with rope.
Lindsay looked around again and realized she was in a cell. She sat up and
leaned against the cold wall behind her. Her expression changed to that of a
frightened little girl. She looked up at the stone walls covered in papers and
saw the metal door on the other side of the room. She started to stand up but
quickly fell over. Her legs had been tied together. "Shit." She cursed quietly
to herself as she shuffled helplessly on the ground. She looked down at her
bound wrists and brought them up to her face. She struggled to undo the ropes
but it was no use.
She peered at the walls around her, at the paper on the walls. They were
newspaper clippings. She squinted her eyes as she tried to read them in the dim
light. Only a single light bulb hung from the ceiling. It was only now that
Lindsay's senses were finally back did she hear the sound filling the room.
Lindsay listened to the noise, not noise but, "Music?" Lindsay held her breath
and listened to the quiet music playing in the room.
'Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I've ever seen. Give him two lips, like roses and clover. And tell him that his lonesome nights are over...'
Lindsay felt the hairs on her neck perk up as she listened to the grainy
song play. She looked up and behind her and saw the newspaper clippings above
her. The entire room was littered with articles and photographs. Lindsay sat up
once more and leaned on her bound arms. She started reading the newspaper
clippings aloud, "Killer and psychiatrist feared dead in hospital
explosion...Laurie Strode sole survivor of Halloween night massacre..." Lindsay
listened to the music play as she continued to read, "Myers disappears during
police station massacre, Jamie Lloyd missing...Power outage terrorizes
Haddonfield residents..." Lindsay felt her hands shaking as she read the endless
headlines, "Laurie strode arrested for murder...Jamie Lloyd found dead after 6
year absence...Two survivors of Myers House Web-cam Bloodbath...Myers escapes
morgue...still on the loose."
Lindsay turned away from the clippings and saw another wall with what
looked like some sort of shrine. There was a family tree drawn out on a large
canvas in the center of the wall. At the top 'Peter Myers' and 'Audrey Myers'
were written out. Below there names was a bloody handprint. A long line of blood
was drawn in a line going down to the ground. Written on the wall near the blood
were the names 'Judith Margaret Myers', 'Laurie Strode', and 'Jamie Lloyd'. Each
name had blood smeared over it. Lindsay could smell the blood on the wall and it
made her gag.
'Mr. Sandman I'm so alone, don't have nobody to call my own. Please turn on your magic beam, Mr. Sandman bring me a dream'
Lindsay felt her stomach churn as the music played. The stench of blood
made her sick and she looked down at the ground. She saw a few bloodstains on
the ground and came to a terrifying resolution, "My god...I'm in his room..."
Lindsay looked back up to the macabre family tree and saw three more names at
the bottom of the line. 'Sara Moyer' was covered in fresh blood, the name had
been recently covered. Lindsay felt her heartbeat quicken as she read the last
two names. 'John Tate' and 'Stephen Myers' were written out.
Lindsay squinted her eyes in confusion, "Stephen Myers? But that would
mean that...oh my god." Lindsay felt herself shake as she realized the truth.
She felt tears fell up in her eyes as she spoke quietly to herself, "You're is
son...god Stephen, you're his son!"
Kara opened the door to her room and stepped out into the hallway. Her
hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and she had put her glasses on. She
looked over to the right and saw policemen still examining the crime scene were
Diane's body had been removed. She turned away from the eerie sight and headed
for the stairs. She stepped over some broken glass and continued down. She saw
the broken entertainment center had been taken away and the kitchen had been
completely sealed off.
Kara saw Dan sitting on the couch by himself, not talking, not moving. He
just sat there staring out the window ahead of him. Kara felt guilty for pushing
him away before. She felt guilty about being afraid of her own son. "You're
being stupid." She said to herself. Dan had been through such an ordeal tonight.
He had been attacked twice in a matter of hours. Kara knew she needed to be
there for him right now. Stephen was in safe hands right now and they would let
her and Thom know as soon as he was ok.
Kara walked over to her son and sat down next to him. Dan didn't move, he
sat perfectly still. Kara gently put her hand on his shoulder and he suddenly
flinched. She pulled back surprised, "It's just me." He looked at her. His face
was pale and his eyes were dark. He made no sound. Kara felt uneasy again and
tensed up. Slowly, Dan's expression changed. A tear fell down his cheek, then
another. His eyes began to leak and a low sound came from his throat. The noise
grew into a whimper and Dan broke down and started crying.
Kara felt the uneasiness pushed out of her as her maternal instincts took
over. She quickly wrapped her arms around her son and held him to her. He put
his head in her shoulder and continued sobbing. Kara felt her own eyes well up
from guilt. How could she feel so uneasy around her baby, "It's ok baby, just
let it out. Let it all out Danny." She patted his head soothingly as he let go
of all the pain and anger, all the guilt and fear that had been plaguing him.
Mark was going well over the speed limit, "You know Doyle, if the guys at
the station found out how fast the sheriff was driving right now, I'd never hear
the end of it." Thom was cracking his knuckles, his eyes darted back and forth
as his mind rushed with thoughts, "That's it. Dan, this is all about him." Mark
looked at Thom worriedly, "What is, what are you talking about Thom?" Thom spoke
aloud, "I got an email about a month ago. It was some kind of anonymous tip.
Said they knew I was researching the Myers history. Gave me a name. John Tate.
That's all it said. I did research and discovered Laurie's son all the way in
California. Tipped off by a fucking stranger!" Mark nodded, "Yeah? And?" Thom
Clenched his jaw in frustration, "None of this would have happened if I hadn't
asked John to come here, if I'd never found him...He's the answer. He and Dan."
John was groggily coming to. He felt a dull pain in the back of his neck
as he slowly tilted his head back. He winced when the dull pain became sharp. He
wearily opened his eyes and felt blood drying on the side of his face. He
started to cough when he realized he had a gag in his mouth. He tried to move
and discovered he had been tied down into a chair. He was more conscious now and
looked down at himself. He saw his legs wrapped together with rope. He struggled
a bit but his arms were tied behind him and he could barely move.
John groaned as he was plagued by various aches in his body, it was like
he had been beaten into unconsciousness. He felt the bitter fabric of his gag
scratching his tongue and it made his jaw sore. John looked around at his
surroundings. He was in a massive stone room, like some sort of church or
Masonic temple. Hundreds of candles were scattered throughout the room causing
red shadows to dance across the walls. John looked upwards and saw a large
decrepit chandelier hanging from the ceiling, it swung slowly also decorated
with candles. He struggled a bit more but stopped when he saw something out of
the corner of his eye. He looked ahead to the other side of the room and saw
Stephen also tied to a chair. The fragile boy was littered with cuts and his
clown costume was torn open. He also had blood on his face and in his hair. He
was unconscious and did not move save for his shallow breathing.
John struggled in vain to get free and help his nephew. John heard
footsteps and looked past Stephen to a long hallway. A man emerged from the
darkness. The man wore a long black trench coat and a black hat. He walked
towards John while he spoke, "Well now, you're finally awake. We were worried
you'd sleep right through the ceremony." John looked up into the man's face and
glared. It was Wynn. Dr. Wynn smiled, his cold eyes looking directly into
John's, "Young man, you should be thanking me. I've done what none of you
could." Wynn turned to his right as he spoke, "A reunion..."
Wynn stepped aside and revealed a ghastly sight which made John scream.
John's eyes widened and bulged as his face turned red, his scream was muffled by
the gag. The far right wall, right next to him, was a large altar. Three corpses
were strewn on separate chairs below the alter. Above each corpse sat a
crumbling old tombstone. The farthest gravestone read 'Judith Myers 1946-1963',
the ancient skeleton of Judith sat staring upwards beneath the tombstone. John
looked in horror as he saw the other two skeletons. The second skeleton sat
under the stone which read, 'Jamie Lloyd', the third and final skeleton which
was the freshest sat beneath it's respective tombstone which read, 'Laurie
Strode 1961-2002'. John felt his stomach imploding as he began heaving and
gagging. His relatives, his mother, their bodies had been desecrated and brought
here.
Two men in black suites entered from the dark hallway with another body in
their arms, it was Sara. Terrence looked at them and signaled to an empty chair
next to Laurie's body, "Over there gentlemen." They heaved the body into the
chair and walked away. Terrence looked back to John who had tears of disgust in
his eyes, "We took a little souvenir from the morgue. Soon we'll have a
complete set. Then the harvest can begin."
Kara brushed her son's blonde bangs out of his face. She smiled at a few
policemen who walked past her. She looked at Dan and quietly said, "Why don't
you go up to your room for awhile and try to get some sleep." Dan nodded and got
up off the couch. He walked over to the stairway, stepping over a puddle of
drying blood. He turned and looked down at the red stain then looked up to Kara,
"I wanna move." Kara forced a half smile and watched as her son tiredly crept up
the stairs.
Dan walked down the hallway and lifted a strip of yellow police tape
ceiling off the end off the hallway. He looked around and saw a few policemen
climbing up the ladder into the attic. Dan waited until they were out of sight,
then he walked over to the wall next to the ladder. He saw the cracked plaster
in the ceiling from where the fire poker had smashed through it. He stared at
the large blood smear on the wall. Dan's eyes glazed over as he stared at the
tempting crimson.
He reached a hand out slowly and placed his finger tips against the moist
blood. He felt the sticky substance in his fingers and felt a strange urge
overcome him. He pulled his hand back and brought his bloody fingers up to his
face. His pupils dilated as the smell of Diane's blood swept over him. He was
flooded with a dark force that clouded his mind. He brought his fingers up to
his mouth and delicately ran his tongue along his middle finger. His body
trembled as the salty taste assaulted his tongue. Dan ran his long tongue across
his other fingers and started lapping the blood up like a cat.
"Hey kid, what the hell are you doing here?" Dan snapped out of his daze
and looked up. One of the policemen was looking down at him from the attic door.
Dan quickly turned around and briskly walked past the yellow tape, lifting it up
over his head as he passed it. He reached his bedroom door and swept himself
into it, closing and locking the door behind him.
John was panting with fear and nausea, he couldn't take his eyes off of
the four bodies spread out ritualistically next to him. Judith, his mother, his
sister, Sara...they were all dead. John turned away and looked over at Stephen,
he was still unconscious. John thought to himself, 'Molly, where are you? Are
you dead? Are you here?' he knew deep down in his heart that she was gone. He
felt the tears stinging in his eyes. The sweat and blood on his brow mixed with
his tears. He quietly wept for his fiancé while several people entered this
decrepit sanctuary.
Wynn had walked over to the center of the room. A large altar was sitting
on the dusty ground. "Prepare the sacrifice." Wynn barked. Two men hidden in
black cloaks walked over to the altar and began placing red candles on the
ground around it. John watched in fearful awe as the candles began to form a
shape, like a triangle with a long line. The men then walked over to the wall
Stephen was sitting against and reached past him. There were two torches mounted
on the wall above Stephen, each man grabbed one and went back to the altar. They
began lighting the candles on the ground. Terrence walked over to John and knelt
down so they were at eye level.
John stared up at the man with fear and hatred in his eyes. Terrence
smiled coldly and calmly spoke, "I see that fire in your eyes son. I saw that
same fire in Michael's eyes when I first met him. Sam never knew what he was
dealing with, but I did. Tonight we witness the end of a legacy, and the
beginning of a new one." Terrence looked behind him at Stephen then turned back
to John, "You and the child are the last of his kin. The two of you are all that
is left, the last generations of a cursed lineage. With your deaths, Michael's
destiny will be fulfilled and another may be afflicted with the disease." John's
eyes widened and Terrence smiled, "Yes, your friend Daniel Strode will soon
become our new vessel. The Strode bloodline will be afflicted and we will try
once again to harness the purest of all powers...evil."
John tried to shout something at Wynn but his gagged only aloud a muffled
groan to escape his lips. Terrence crossed his arms and nodded smugly, "Don't
worry dear boy, you'll soon be reunited with your family."