Author's Note: I wrote this story almost six years ago, and completed it almost four years ago. You can see the completed thing on Halloween Fanfiction.It is a very long, complex novelisation. Why, you may ask? For many reasons, but the main is to continue one of the greatest sagas of horror ever created. This story takes place between Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers and halloween: H20. That's right, I've found ways to emulate the stories. This novelisation contains profanity, violence, and of course, Michael Myers.

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.

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...

HALLOWEEN;

The Destiny of Michael Myers

By Smith J.

"Michael!"

-Judith-

"Michael...Michael stop!"

-Laurie-

"Uncle Michael, please don't hurt me!"

-Jamie-

"Oh God...Michael?"

-John-

"Michael, don't kill me. Please.."

-Kevin-

"Michael."

-Stephen-

Part I

The Ties of Blood and Water, The Evil, and The Sacrifice of Jamie Lloyd

Prelude.

Haddonfield, Illinois

May 14, 1980

The sun shone brightly across the city of Haddonfield as all the children were laughing happily, still glad that it was the last day, and school was finally over for the summer. One of the favorite hang-outs was none other than the Haddonfield Village Diner, which not only had the best food at cheap prices, it also had a park right next door, making it an ideal place for all the teenagers to go to. And on this particular day the entire area was overflowing with teenagers, many of which sported rollarskates. Several radios were playing different songs, making it practically impossible to hear the chirping birds overhead.

Inside the diner, many of the booths were occupied by teenagers, who were busilly chatting away while eating hamburgers and french fries. The juke-box was on, and loudly played the Ramones' hit, Rock and Roll High School. At one particular table, two girls named Marcie Sadrine and Donna Price were engaged in a lively discussion. Marcie, 17, had long, dark frizzy hair which complimented her blue eyes. Donna, 16, had blonde hair which she just recently cut into the 'feathered' fashion.

Donna swallowed her french fry, "Leif Garrett is getting old, but he is still so fine."

"No, "Marcie argued, "John Travolta is fine. Besides, I heard Leif does drugs."

"Yeah, like John doesn't?"

Marcie looked at her friend, "What? Did you hear he did?"

Donna smiled as her eyes spotted a figure not too far away, sitting at a booth, "Hey, look over there."

Marcie casually looked to where Donna was pointing, "Oh god, it's her! I heard she never left the house."

"I know! Look at her! Now she looks like she's on drugs, huh?"

Marcie held her finger up to her mouth as she swung her head around quickly, "Shhhh! You know she probably heard you!"

"So what?"

Marcie shook her head, "I don't know, I kinda feel sorry for her. You know, her friends all were killed. I knew one of them."

"Oh, which one?"

"Lynda Soles."

"Yeah, the cheerleader!" Donna took a drink of her Pepsi Free.

"Yeah, when I was in JV Cheerleading, she helped me learn hand springs."

"Was she like, nice?"

"Yeah, she was. But she was also boy crazy. I think she dated like ten guys in her grade."

"Ewww. So, uh, how many guys do you think she dated?" Donna pointed quickly over again.

Marcie smiled, "Who? Her? Oh, I don't know. I really don't care."

Donna's eyes lit up as she glanced at the front entrance, "Oh my god! Todd and Randy just came in! Come on! Let's go sit with them!"

Marcie smiled, "No. Do you want them to think we're interested?"

Donna nodded, "Hell yes! Look at Todd...oh man..."

"Okay, let's go."

The two girls quickly stood and left their booth, oblivious to the person who heard their entire conversation.

Laurie Strode sat nervously in the Haddonfield Village Diner, drinking a small glass of red wine. She kept looking over her sholder to the door, waiting impatiently. Who cares what those damn girls thought? They...they...they don't know what it's like to be me. Some days I'm almost happy, but those days are far and between eachother.

She then turned around and watched as a young couple, both of whom graduated two years before her, cuddled together in the next booth.

"Hello Laurie," Dr. Samual Loomis smiled.

Laurie gasped as she turned to him, obviously shocked. When she saw him, she happily sighed and stood to hug him, "Hello Sam. I'm so glad you've come."

Sam sat down across from her, "When I said I would always be here for you, I meant it."

Laurie smiled, seeing the burned scars on his face. He has those because of me, Laurie thought. She sighed, "Well, I do need you."

"It can wait, however..."

Laurie's eyes wandered up to him, puzzled.

Sam continued, "Untill I congratulate you first on your upcoming wedding. I plan to attend."

Laurie, hurtfully, tried to smile but was unable to, "There isn't going to be a marriage. And that's partly why I need you."

Sam nodded, and quietly gave Laurie all the time she needed to continue. He noticed that she didn't look healthy. Her sholder-length hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the bangs that covered her forehead were practically weighed down against her skin. She also had deep circles under her eyes.

"Sam, I don't know where to begin. It's...it's the dreams mostly. Seeing all those people, my friends, dead. It's Michael. It's learning about my real parents, my dead sister. My whole life was a lie."

Sam nodded, understandingly. He took Laurie's hand, and offered a compassionate face.

Laurie began tearing in the eyes, "And...oh god...I've committed a horrible sin. Look at me. No really, look at me. I'm a mother. I was to be married. But...well...the nightmares, they've changed me. Jimmy and I, we were always fighting. I...I had an affair with a student at my college."

Sam didn't even flinch, he just nodded knowingly, "An ordeal such as the one you dealt with will lead you to find many things surprising. You will act on impulses and thoughts."

Laurie swiped away a tear, and had a sip of wine, "And that's not all. I'm pregnant again."

Sam smiled, "That's good news."

Laurie shook her head, "No. It's not. Sam, the child is Nolan's. He's the coed at my college."

"Oh."

"Sam, Jimmy...he went to court. They had some shrink...er...court psychologist, sorry, examine me. They found me mentally unfit to have Jamie, so...they...they just GAVE her to him! I've lost my baby!"

Sam sighed and stood. Laurie stood as well and hugged him, oblivious to several stares in the room.

The two sat back down. Sam gave her his hankercheif.

The waitress, Marna, came to their table, "Hi, uh, can I take your order, sir?"

Sam smiled, "I'll have a cup of tea. English, if you have it."

Marna smiled and wrote the order into her notepad.

"Um...can I have another red wine please?"

Marna nodded and walked away.

Laurie looked up with wet eyes at Sam, "I can't live here anymore. This town, my parents, Jimmy...I need to leave."

Sam nodded, "Then leave! You can go on a long vacation, or even move to another state..."

Laurie took a breath, "No. I need to bury all the memories. I need to die."

Sam shuddered, "Laurie, I don't think..."

Laurie cut him off, "Not literally. I mean...well, Nolan and I talked about this. He's agreed to come with me, but no one else will know except you. Sam, Laurie Strode must die. But I must get on with my life somewhere far away from here. If I just...move away, people will find me. I don't ever want that to happen."

Sam thought, "You mean something like a ruse. Faking your own death, changing your name, that sort?"

Laurie nodded.

Sam continued, "Why did you come to me?"

Laurie shook her head, "Well Sam, I trust you for one. Also, I can't go to the police because there isn't a valid reason for me to do it. Chances are Michael will die soon in that hospital. But we both know that's bullshit."

Marna brought Sam his tea.

"Thank you," Sam said, not smiling.

Laurie waited for Marna to leave, "I know it sounds ridiculous. It sounds like I'm running off on some spur of the moment thought. But trust me Sam, I NEED THIS. I need to forget the shit in my past and try to make something of myself."

Sam offered, "You know you might get Jamie back someday."

Laurie sighed, "I keep telling myself that. But ya wanna know the truth? Jimmy...the courts...their right. As a single mother, I am unfit. I'm like a zombie most of the time, just walking around like an empty shell. I don't want that for Jamie. My baby, well, I'll have Nolan to be there for me. But not here. Not Haddonfield. Not as Laurie Strode."

Sam narrowed his eyes, "Laurie, you do understand that even if I was to help you pull this off, your wish would be granted in the most deadly plain way. You can NEVER see your parents again. You can NEVER see Jamie again, or any of your friends, nobody. When your parents die, their inheritance cannot go to you, it will all be gone."

Laurie nodded, "It won't be easy, but it's really for the best, I think you know that..."

A long, long silence.

Sam deeply sighed, "Okay. I can only promise I'll try. I may be able to pull a few strings with the governer. He owes me a favor or two."

Laurie half-smiled, then quickly grasped Sam's hand, "One more thing, before we go any further..."

"Yes?"

"Jamie. Please, you must do this for me...watch over her. I don't know if Michael will ever even walk again, but even if he doesn't, please, keep track of her from time to time. Don't let what happened to her happen to me. And if you ever meet her, oh god, don't tell her about me. I'd rather she thought I died, than have her know I just left her."

Sam nodded, "Of course."