(A/N: Sorry, forgot the disclaimer last time. I'll make a bigger effort to remember.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing now and I owned nothing last time.
Chapter 1: Phone Calls
October 28th, 2001
John Tate sat in his apartment reading the newspaper. His fiancé, Molly Cartwell was in the kitchen washing dishes. Although it was close to that time of the year, the small apartment held no evidence that Halloween was only a few short days away.
Halloween was the worse time of the year for the soon to be happy couple. There were too many painful memories. When John was 17, his uncle, Michael Myers had killed his best friends and nearly killed him. Three years later, his mother, Laurie Strode, was killed by her brother. Then he went on killing spree and murdered several teenagers that had gone inside his house. He disappeared again shortly after. And John could never shake the feeling that Michael Myers would some day come for him.
He and Molly had moved far away. But he knew the boogeyman was still out there. Still waiting. Patiently bidding his time before he would strike again.
Putting thoughts of his demented uncle out of his head, John turned back to Molly. He smiled at the fact that in a few short months they would be married and begin a family of their own. Then his spirits came crashing down as he thought about his own family history. His uncle had ruined his whole life. His mother's whole life. How could anyone be so cruel? John never saw evil before that night. His mother had always told him how dark and demented her brother had been. John had never believed anyone could be as bad as his mother had made her brother out to be, boy had he been wrong.
"John? Hello?"
John came out of his thoughts, realizing that Molly had been talking to him. Huh? What?" he said, looking around in confusion. "Oh I'm sorry Molly. I was just thinking."
Molly sat down next to him. "Oh, what about?"
John tensed up. He didn't want to bother Molly with his problems. "Just… things. Nothing big."
Molly reached for his hand. "It' about him, isn't it?" John didn't answer. "It's almost Halloween. I know it's been hard for. It's been hard for me too."
John squeezed her hand. "It just feels like he's waiting for me to let my guard down."
Molly nodded. She knew how he felt. She had gone through the same horror as he did. "He can't find us here. Who knows, maybe he's dead. Maybe he's not. But we'll get through it together."
She wrapped her arms around him. John held her tightly. "I just don't want to lose you to him like I lost my mother."
Molly smiled nervously. She needed to be strong for both of them. "You won't lose me. Not now, not ever."
She kissed him long and hard. John kissed her back. He knew she was right. As long as they had each other, they could get through anything.
The phone rang. Reluctantly Molly pulled away. She reached for the caller ID.
Ring!
Ring!
"Who is it?" asked John, not really caring.
Ring!
Ring!.
"Unknown number. Unknown name." said Molly, putting the caller ID down. "If it's something important, they can leave a message."
Ring!
Ring!
"Sounds good to me." John remarked as Molly wrapped her arms around him again. "Now where were we?"
Ring!
Ring!
Molly giggled. "I believe I was about to kiss you here." She kissed his cheek. "And here." She kissed his neck. "And here." She kissed his nose.
Ring!
Ring!
Beep!
"Hi, this is John and Molly. Were not in at the moment, but if you leave your name and number, we'll get back to you as soon as we can."
Beep!
At first John didn't care about who was on the other line, but soon all his attention was on the phone as he heard the message.
"Hello Mr. Tate. My name is Detective Matthews. You don't know me, but I know you. I know all about you. About your mother… And your uncle."
John tensed up. Was this some kind of sick joke? He looked at Molly fearfully. She looked just as terrified as him.
"I know all about your past. About Michael's attacks. He's still out there. And he's coming back. There's still much you don't know. If you want to know why your uncle is so set on killing all those in his bloodline, and you want to finally rid the world of him once and for all, then come to Haddonfield. Before Halloween."
Say what? Go to Haddonfield? The hometown of Michael Myers? Why would anyone go there? Especially at this time of the year.
"I know you don't know me and are afraid to face your past, but if you don't, Michael will come for you. He will not stop ever. But I know how to stop him. If you truly want him gone, then come to Haddonfield. I'll be waiting for you"
Beep!
John and Molly looked at each other, each clearly terrified.
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Lindsey Wallace had long since moved out of Haddenfield, but the memories of that Halloween, the night he came home, still haunted her. Even after 26 years, she still saw his dark figure in the shadows. Michael Myers had scarred her for life.
At one point, Lindsey used to love to be scared. She would have her babysitter watch scary movies with her all the time. But that was before she knew what true horror was. Michael had shown her the true meaning of fear that night. And it never left her.
After coming home from a hard day at work, Lindsey tossed her bag on the floor and flopped down on the couch. The kids in her first grade class were so annoying. And what's worse, they couldn't stop talking about Halloween. In a few days they would be able to dress up in scary costumes and go out trick or treating.
Lindsey groaned. She hated Halloween. No, she loathed it. Almost as much as she hated the man, no monster, who made her hate Halloween so much.
Lindsey got off the couch. She needed a drink. She wasn't really a drinker, except for on, of course, Halloween. She reached into the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. She took a swing. Ah, much better. Needed some ice though.
As Lindsey went to the fridge, she noticed she had some knew messages. She pushed the play messages button and opened the fridge to get some ice.
The first message was from one of her friends, inviting her to a Halloween party. "Thanks, but no thanks." thought Lindsey, as she put some is in a glass and poured the alcoholic beverage in. She brought the glass to her mouth to take a sip but stopped when she heard the second message.
"Miss Lindsey Wallace. You have no idea how hard it was to find you. Allow me to introduce myself. The name's Detective Matthews. For the past several years I have been on an investigation dealing with the serial killer, Michael Myers."
Lindsey almost swallowed an ice cube as she gasped. Just hearing that bastards name struck fear in her heart.
"I know you've spent your whole life just trying to escape your past, but you can't. Not while Michael is alive. I can help you there. If you come back to Haddonfield, I know how we can kill Michael once and for all. Please come. If you don't, many more people will die, and the memory of that night will never leave you. If you want this to be over once and for all, then come home. I'll see you there."
Lindsey was in a state of shock. Someone was offering her a way to get rid of Michael forever. But could she really go back to that town? Lindsey didn't even notice the third message start playing.
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Tommy Doyle woke up to his radio alarm clock. The song on the radio blasted loudly in his ears.
"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 that his lonely nights are over."
Tommy reached over and turned the alarm off. He always hated that song. He couldn't quite say why, he just did.
The woman next to him rolled over and wrapped her arm around him. Tommy smiled down at his wife, Kara. She was still asleep and she looked so peaceful. Tommy carefully prodded her awake.
"Hey beautiful, time to get up." he said softly.
Kara groaned and slowly opened her eyes. "Too early."
"It always is." Tommy laughed. "Come on, we need to get the kids up for school."
The two got up to get ready. Tommy went in the bathroom to shave while Kera went to get the kids up.
Knocking on her sons' door, Kara tried to get them up. "Danny, Stephen, time to get up."
Stephen, her nine-year-old son threw the covers off and yawned. Her nineteen-year-old son, Danny, was a little harder to get up. He shouldn't have been out so late. Especially at this time of the year.
But that was never brought up. For all of their sakes. Especially Stephen's. He had no idea about his Michael Myers' history. Kara and Tommy had thought it would be best not to mention it to the boy. He didn't need to know that his real mother, Jamie Lloyd, was brutally murdered by her uncle the day he was born. They had no idea who Stephen's real father was. Michael probably killed him too.
And then there was Danny. The experience with Michael had traumatized him. It took several years for him to get over it. But he never completely recovered. None of them did. Most of the time, everything was fine, except for on Halloween, of course. The day the boogeyman came out to kill. Danny always acted strangely on Halloween. He was always so quiet and lost deep in thought. But one the day passed, everything was fine. And Halloween was approaching. That meant Danny would start acting strangely again.
"Come on Danny, get up." said Kara, shaking her eldest son awake.
Danny pulled the covers over his head. "Come on mom. I was out late last night with Kelly." Kelly was Danny's girlfriend, and last night the two had been out late together.
"Well then next time don't stay out so late." Kara said, walking out of the room.
Danny groaned. Why did he have to get up now. He was driving. It wasn't like he needed to take the bus like Stephen.
Speaking of Stephen, the nine-year-old jumped off his bed onto Danny's "Come on Danny, get up."
Danny grabbed Stephen to stop him from bouncing up and down. "Woah, easy there bro, you're getting too big to be jumping on me."
Stephen laughed and climbed off his brother. "Soon I'm going to be as strong as you. Stronger even."
Danny ruffled his brother's hair. "Don't count on it bro. Now go get ready. You don't want to miss the bus."
Stephen headed for the door. "I won't miss the bus, I'm fast." Then he ran out of the room.
Danny rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up. He went into the bathroom and examined his reflection. There were rings under his eyes from his lack of sleep. He may have gotten home late last night, but the reason he was so tired was because he couldn't sleep. He knew the reason why. Halloween was approaching. He hated that damn day. Not only was it a reminder of what happened nine years ago, but there was also this strange feeling he always got. It was a hollow empty feeling, a need to be away from everyone, and a terrible urge to want to hurt something, or someone. Not only that, but he was always so angry. He was overcome by an unbearable rage.
After washing his face, Danny went to get ready for the rest of the day. His brother and parents were already at the table eating breakfast. Danny went to go get his breakfast.
"So Danny, did you have a good time last night?" Tom asked.
Danny nodded. "Yeah, a great time."
"Did you kiss?" asked Danny.
Danny blushed. Oh he him and his girlfriend had kissed alright. Sometimes they would even go a bit farther than kissing.
Stephen saw the look on Danny's face and covered his eyes. "Eww, you did, didn't you? Yuck."
"You'll get into girls when you get older too." Danny assured him, taking a seat at the table.
"No I won't." Stephen cried, shaking his head.
The phone rang and Stephen jumped off his chair to pick it up. "Hello… Yes… Uh huh… Right here… Sure… Dad, it's for you."
Tommy went to take the phone from Stephen. "Thanks little man."
"I'm not little!"
"Of course you're not. Hello, Tommy Doyle speaking."
"Hello Mr. Doyle. This is Detective Matthews. How is everything with your family?"
Tommy looked confused. "Uh, fine. Why?"
"You do know what day is coming up, don't you?"
Tommy was silent. What was going on here? "What are talking about?"
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Mr. Doyle. But let's just cut to the chase. Have you looked at the stars recently?"
Tommy felt his stomach not up. "No."
"Well if you did, you would have seen a certain star pattern coming together. It should be lined up perfectly on Halloween. Do you know what I'm talking about now?"
There was no denying what this was about any longer. "Michael Myers." Tommy whispered.
Detective Matthews laughed softly. "Yes. So you haven't forgotten. Michael's coming home. Only this time, we can kill him. And I mean for good this time. Isn't that what you had obsessed over for 16 years?"
Tommy had been hoping to put that all behind him. But it had always been in the back of his mind. Why would this man call him? "What do you want from me?"
The other end of the line was silent for a moment. "I want you to come back to Haddonfield-"
"No!" said Tommy. "I'm not going back."
"Not even for your son?" Tommy was silent. "Yes, I know Stephen is really Jamie's child. Michael will come for you. There's no denying that. He already got his Laurie. And she had changed her name, faked her own death, and moved away, but he still got her. He will come for the child. But we can stop him. I know how."
A fierce battle was happening in Tommy's head. He wanted nothing more than to put all of that behind him, but deep down he knew his past would catch up with him. Michael would come. When the stars aligned to form the symbol of Thorn, Michael was always most active then. And if they were aligning, Michael would come, unless he did something to stop him. He had to do it. For his family.
"Ok, what do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Does this mean you're going to help?"
"Yes."
"Good, then bring your family back to Haddenfield."
"I can't!" Tommy exclaimed. "I'll come, but I won't put them in danger."
Detective Matthews sighed. "Then this whole thing will be pointless. I need your whole family here. They are the key to ridding the world of Michael. Without them, this won't work."
The battle in Tommy's head became more fierce. The last thing he wanted to do was put his family in danger, but if Detective Matthews really knew who to kill Michael, then that would mean that no one would ever be in danger from Michael ever again.
"I… I don't know." he said.
Detective Matthews sighed again. "Just think about it. We can finally get rid of Michael. I hope you come. If you don't, more people will die. I hope you come. Good bye Mr. Doyle."
The line died. Tommy stood there holding the receiver for a few seconds before he finally hung up the phone. He turned around to find Kera standing behind him looking confused.
"What was that about?" she asked.
Tommy sighed. "We need to talk."
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Sara Moyer made her way back to her dorm. College was a killer. And it would only get harder in the next few days. Sara knew why. Halloween was coming up. For the past three years, Halloween had been the worst day of the year for her. Ever since her friends became the victims of Michael Myers.
Damn that bastard! Why did he have to come into her life? Technically, she had gone into his, but no one deserved to be slaughtered by that monster. Only she and Freddie, the host of Dangertainment, had survived Michael's mass murders that night.
If one good thing came out of her meeting with Michael, it was that she had found the love of her life Myles Barton, who she had known as Deckard from online. True the guy was younger than her, but he saved her life. That sort of thing tends to bring people close together.
Sara entered her room to find her roommate, Lisa, laying on her bed, going through her fashion magazines. She looked up as Sara entered. "Hey girlfriend, how was class?"
Sara dropped her backpack. "It was a killer."
Lisa shrugged. "Well you've gotten through killers before."
Sara gave her friend a warning look. "Don't even start. I just want to forget about that."
Lisa smirked. "Well go spend some time with that boyfriend of yours. I'm sure he could get your mind off of anything, if you know what I mean." She gave Sara a sassy grin and a wink.
Sara rolled her eyes. "Honestly, is sex the only thing you think about?"
Lisa gave Sara a look of disbelief. "I have never heard the words 'only' and 'sex' in the same sentence. Don't tell me you haven't given Myles anything yet."
Sara smiled nervously. "Well, I just want our first time to be special. I want it to be something we remember for the rest of our lives."
Lisa rolled her eyes. "I don't remember half the guys I do. You gotta get laid girl. You have no idea what you're missin'. You already got Myles wrapped around you finger, he'll do anything for you."
Sara blushed. "I don't want to pressure him into anything."
"Girl, he's a guy. Guys have only two things on their minds; how to get laid, and who to get laid with."
Sara's cell phone rang. Lisa dove for Sara's bag and pulled out her cell phone. "Maybe it's your boy toy calling to get some."
Sara made a grab for the phone. "Lisa, give me that. Don't you dare!"
Lisa answered the phone. "Hello! Sara's roommate here. Watcha need?"
Sara was ready to kill Lisa and tear the phone from her cold lifeless fingers. "Lisa will you-"
Lisa held out the phone for her. "It's for you. It sounds like an older guy. Are you hidin' something from Myles?"
Sara snatched the phone from her hands. "Hi, this is Sara."
"Sara Moyer. How nice to finally hear your voice."
Sara didn't recognize the person's voice on the other line. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"No, no you don't. But you're pretty well known though. The survivor of Michael Myers attack three years ago."
Sara went pale. Lisa gave her a strange look. "You ok, girl?"
Sara didn't even hear her friend. She was caught up in this unexpected call. "If this is a Halloween joke, it is not funny!"
"This is no joke. My name is Detective Matthews. You know, you're the fourth person today I've told that to today. You see, you're not the only survivor of Michael's murderous attacks. There have been several people that faced him and lived to tell about it. But he keeps on coming. And he'll keep on coming, unless we do something about it."
"What are you talking about?"
"There is much you don't know about Michael. I know he still haunts you. And if you want to be rid of him for good, then we should meet. I know how we can kill him once and for all. You won't be going alone. The other survivors will be there too. Just think about it a bit. I'll be in touch."
He hung up. Sara just stood there holding the phone to her ear. Lisa waved her hand in front of her face.
"You ok, girl?" she asked. "You look like you saw a ghost."
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Detective Matthews hung up the phone. So that was it. He had reached all of those that were mostly involved with Michael's killing spree. Now the question was, will any of them come? Sara Moyer still lived in Haddonfield, she may be willing to come.
Then there was John Tate. He would be the most likely to come. He would want revenge for his mother's death, not to mention the rest of his family's.
Then there was Lindsey Wallace. Would she come? Maybe. She had nothing else besides her fear. If she was willing to face it, she could finally move on with her life.
And last there was Tommy Doyle and his family. They would be the least likely to come. There were children involved, and they were the ones who discovered Michael's undying nature. They had faced the evil head on. They would want to stay as far away from Haddonfield as possible. Then again, their son's life was at stake. Tommy may come for his son's sake, but would he bring his family. Matthews hoped so. They would play the biggest role in ridding the world of Myers.
Or maybe, Myers would rid the world of them first.