Meanwhile, the news hadn't reached Laurie that the bus didn't make it. Granted, the local reporters hadn't gotten their hands on the story; chances are they were all still sound asleep in their beds. However, when the news broke first thing on the news, Laurie had been glued to the tube television in her living room. The anchorman didn't mention who was missing from the crash, or how many patients were recovered, but Laurie knew. She knew without even having to be there who was missing. The key player in all of this: Michael Myers. That bus didn't go off the road by accident. It was intentional. Michael Myers did this, he started this. She warned them, time and time again that him being transported was not a good idea, it was not safe. Now she and her family were put in danger. This animal was on the loose, nothing and no one will stop him from getting to her. Michael, was not insane; he was methodical, not erratic. The true definition of evil. Laurie knew she had to be ready to defend herself and her family.
The smell of gunpowder hung in the air, and hot shell casings cooled in the morning dew of the grass they littered. Any vital part of the mannequins across the yard were nearly vaporized from buckshot, targets were perforated by countless blades being stuck in them, pulled out, only to be stuck with the sharp blades once more. In a way, it was a way for Laurie to zone out and focus with a purpose of staying sharp and ready for what was to come. She was able to think a bit more clearly, and have a formulated plan in mind before she went to get Allison and her family to safety. It was going to take some convincing, but she had to get them here. Karen, Laurie's estranged daughter, was just like her mother; in the worst way. Only because she was just as stubborn, and would constantly call her crazy for even taking the precaution she has all these years. Karen would call her delusional, paranoid.. the list goes on. She wasn't allowed at her house to see Allison, and more often than not their interactions were kept brief to keep her safe from her grandmother. Even then, it did not dim the love she had for her daughter and family. Even if it was complicated, Karen, Allison and Ray were the only ones she had left. And she would do everything to protect them from this evil, ticking time bomb.
"Jesus Christ…" Dean had seen a lot in his years of hunting, especially when it came to victims and bodies but this jumped, quickly, to the top of his list as the worst he's come across. He stood over the body of the mechanic that was stripped down to his skivvies, bloodied, head twisted like a top, but the worst part was his jaw was open so far his lips tore at the corners and all of his teeth had been pulled out. All of them.
The real police were with Gin in the office, where another body was, in the same state but clothed. Neck broken, teeth missing and jaw nearly ripped off. "I wonder why he wanted.. teeth." Gin had to push that word out, at the morbid thoughts entering her mind.
"No idea. There's a lot of unanswered questions around here. I know our friend over there didn't show up to work in his pajamas—" One officer pointed out as he took notes, tipping his pen in the direction of the body beyond the office.
"Well, considering they aren't lying around anywhere, chances are—" something caught Gin's attention and she stepped out and around one of the cars being serviced in the bay. "That answers my question—Hey Officer Chapmen" She called out and picked up the pile of discarded scrubs. The same scrubs that the other patients wore. "Put out a new BOLO for Myers wearing a Kenny's Auto Repair uniform. I think we found where our guy's clothes went." She threw them back on the floor in a heap. Dean had heard her across the work bay and looked up, leaving the first body behind as he walked over. The two of them had quickly changed out of their plain clothes and into their professional attire, posing as authorities hired by the Department of Human Services that were sent to investigate the crash and the happenings thereafter. Gin thought that was a better disguise than flashing an FBI badge which is normally what they did. It'd get them closer to where they needed to be. It was such a small town, saying they were part of the local police would be an immediate red flag.
"There's more bodies." A deputy came in the open bay door and the room fell silent again, and Gin exchanged a look with Dean before following the deputy back outside and around the side of the building. The deputy opened up the door to the bathrooms, and Gin laid her eyes on the two bodies there. One was between stalls, the other was hunched over in the corner with his head bashed in. The woman on the floor between the stalls didn't look bloodied, her face was covered by her hair that had fallen into her face. Gin definitely did not want to die in a place like this. The coroner was searching the young man in the corner for his ID and Gin pulled Dean off to the side.
"We can't leave them, now." Gin said softly, pleading with him.
"I know. We aren't going to. This guy's a psycho. And so far there's no telling who he's going to go after next if he doesn't find Laurie first." Dean noted and rubbed the back of his head. "We have to warn her—"
"She probably already knows. She sat with me the whole time they were loading the bus last night. She's probably keeping tabs on everything, has eyes and ears everywhere she can." Gin told him.
"Listen, we fill the dude with buckshot and put an end to it. The state is dragging its feet, it sounds like and won't put the guy down like ol' yeller out back." Dean muttered, frustrated by something that didn't directly effect him until now. "Demons I get.. People are crazy."
Gin shifted a bit nervously on her feet and she thought about what he said. And Dean was absolutely right, People are crazy. "What do we do now?"
Dean honestly wasn't sure, at the moment, what their next move was. It was just the two of them, trying to blend in with Police and not be caught. "Its Halloween, and if the guy is as methodical as they say he is, he's going to make tonight known. If we can stop him before kick-off, we can end this before it starts." Dean's voice trailed off as his eyes drifted to the line of people along the caution tape that sectioned off the crime scene. His eyes locked with Laurie's as she stood there, stoic, but her expression told Dean that things were already set in motion. Gin followed his gaze and looked at Laurie, also. The three of them were on the same page, without a single word being spoken.
Then, Laurie's expression changed to a scowl before she turned to walk back through the crowd. Gin instinctively went after her, ducking under the tape to catch up to her. "Laurie, Laurie hang on—" She went to grab her arm and stop her before Laurie spun around and swatted it away defensively.
"Who the hell are you two?" Laurie demanded, coldly. "Coming here, pretending to be police—?"
"Shhh!" Gin cut her off and made sure no one was lingering to hear this scuffle. "I'll tell you, just keep your voice down."
"Pretending you give a rats ass about what's going on here?" She continued. "This isn't a joke. You're going to get yourselves killed."
"We aren't taking it as a joke, you trust Kelly, don't you? Why can't you trust us?" Gin questioned, a little offended by her behavior. "Laurie, Dean and I can help. We have… experience in things like this."
"You have no idea what you're getting yourselves into. And I'm not going to have two outsiders thinking they can come in here and take over what needs to be done." She snarled. "You have never experienced anything like Michael Myers. Not a goddamn thing!" She hissed again and started to walk away only to now be between Dean and Gin, blocking her path.
"Lady you have no idea how wrong you are…" Dean stood in her path, folding his arms.
"Laurie.. please.. let us help you. We can track him down, and you get the last shot in. Promise." Gin hoped that making a bargain with her would help them at least work together and stay on the same page. "The three of us canvasing the town is better than the three of us divided. You wanted someone to take you seriously about Michael, well, now you've got two people. You just have to work with us, okay?"
Laurie couldn't argue that point, she wanted someone to take her seriously. She wanted her own family to take her seriously and protect themselves, and not live in the delusion that everything was okay and that they were safe. No one is safe from Michael Myers when you're the next one on his list. But she didn't want anyone to be killed because of something they had a choice to walk away from. These two strangers weren't even from here, they could live their lives without Michael Myers effecting them, and they're willingly ready to put their lives at risk for a town they don't even live in?
"Why are you so willing to put your lives at risk?" Laurie asked in disbelief, softening a bit more than she was just moments ago.
"It's what we do. We help people by stopping monsters like him." Gin replied.
"C'mon. Leave these guys to drag their feet, we have to find this guy and see where he's hiding." Dean urged the two towards his car.
