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Kyra's POV
The world outside was a blur as they flashed passed my car. She wasn't answering her phone and this scared me more than anything.
"Kyra… Kyra can you slow down? KYRA!" Jack yelled sharply. I jump and hit the brakes causing the car to stop so hard our bodies buck forward, our seat belts pulling us back as we are at a red light. I pant gently looking around to see the cars horizontally of us moving on. I glanced at Jack to see him holding the roof handle above him. The light turns green and drive on. "You need to slow down."
"I can't." I said softly shaking my head. "Not until I get home."
"I am sure your mother is fine, but we can't do anything if die in an auto accident." he said sternly. He didn't understand. I remember all the things I had told Michael as a child, about me hating my mother and wising she were dead. Of course, they came from feelings of anger because of what my dad did to me. But if he's out, he's not going to come for me first and my dad is well out of his reach. My hands are shaking as we enter my neighborhood. Pumpkins are everywhere: on porches and next mail boxes. Ghost decorations fly from certain trees in the neighbor's yards. My mom wasn't huge on decorating now that I was older. I saw her house and her car was in the driveway.
"Oh no." I whispered pulling up on the curb and parking the car. I got out quickly and moved quickly up the driveway before suddenly pausing. Jack moves up behind me and I lift my arm to stop him from going forward.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I examined the house. It looked okay, no windows open or the door ajar. But this could also mean he's around.
"He could be in there." I said slowly. Jack places his hands behind his back and I hear a click and look to see he has a big silver gun in his hand. Would that stop Michael?
"Headshots." I merely said and he nodded and we began to move toward the door with caution. My heart is pounding hard as I slowly move to jiggle the door knob. It opens slowly. I winced at this. Mom never left the door unlocked. I opened it slowly. "Mom!" But there was no answer and I looked down at the ground as streams of red immediately catch my attention. My eyes slowly widen as I follow the trail of blood from the kitchen and up the stairs. I shook my head.
"No." I said and without much thought, I ran toward the stairs moving up them. "MOM!"
"Kyra wait!" Jack calls, but I don't care at this point, let him come. I rush up the stairs nearly slipping on the blood and hitting my knee on the edge of one of the steps. I get right back up and keep running, following the trail all the way to my room. I stop in the door way, my mouth dropping as I see her, sprawled out on the bed, eyes closed, skin already paling. I scream hard, my fingers clawing down my face.
"OH NOOO! MOMMA NOOOO!" I cry out running over to her and climbing onto the bed. I grab her hands and pull her to me. I keep crying harder and harder. She's not moving, she's not moving, she's not moving. "Mom!" My vision is blurred from tears as I hold up her hands hoping she willingly raises them to my face. I can hear Jack on the phone, most likely calling the police. Sirens are already crying out in the neighborhood. I just wrap my arms around my mother's head and just cradle her to me. She'll wake up, I know she will. There's blood everywhere and Michael is nowhere to be found. There's movement in the house, a bunch of it. Jack is looking towards the stairs and moves out of the way for the officers to come in. How did they know to be here? But I see Leigh moving through all of them.
"Kyra, you have to let them move her body." he says soothingly, eyes in utter pain. But I just shake my head and hold my mother close. Please open your eyes. By now two officers have to remove me from the bed.
"No! No you can't!" I sobbed as they began to lift me off the ground. "Why would he do this! Why! Why would he take her from me!"
Two hours later…
I'm sitting in the police station in one of the interrogation rooms with a heavy green blanket over my shoulders with some hot chocolate sitting in front of me. I didn't drink it though. It smelled good, but I had no appetite. I was just sitting there staring at the table. I couldn't believe, let alone comprehend what just happened. She's gone. My mother. Dead. The door slowly opened and in came leigh and Dr. Loomis. Sam. There're no more formalities here. Both men looked saddened and tired as Sam closed the door behind him.
"Kyra… I'm so sorry." he said. I said nothing and just looked up at them both with a mixture of raw anger and sadness.
"You will not even be forgiven when you catch him… hell if you catch him." I said. Sam looked down with guilt and Leigh moved to stand beside me, his hand on the small of his back.
"We've got our officers looking for him. We've checked the Myers house, but you know him as well as we do that there aren't many places he would hide at." he said lightly, trying to keep the room calm. I looked around some in thought.
"Try our high school." I said. "There are tons of places there he would hide at." I slowly stood up and the two men looked at me confused.
"I need to get back to my apartment." I said blankly moving to the door.
"Kyra your safest place is here. Michael can't get through all of us here." Leigh said and I looked at the sheriff.
"But he can, Leigh." I said in a low acidic tone. "He can get anywhere he wants. He escaped from the hospital and now he is out. It will take hell to bring him down."
"So you will just go back to school as if none of this has happened!" Sam snapped which caused me to look at him sharply.
"If he is not at the high school then he will be coming for me and if not me, he will come for all my other loved ones. Lynda, Jack-"
"Annie." Leigh said in fear and I nodded.
"You gotta protect your daughter Leigh. Tell her to stay away from me and maybe she will be safe. As for you Dr. Loomis, I suggest you work with Leigh and catch him before he finds everyone else." I explained before leaving the room. they had no right to keep me here. They couldn't even keep my mother safe. And now her blood is on me, on my hands. I passed a window that showed the office outside another interrogation room. My scar was looking right back at me and I felt completely devoured. What his plan? He wasn't done, I knew that for sure. Maybe he was coming to kill me next.
As I made it to the lobby, I saw Jack getting out his seat and moving over to me.
"Hey." he said lightly, moving to take my hands. But I recoiled from him looking at him confused.
"What are you still doing here?" I asked. He looked almost confused as he looked me over.
"I wasn't going to leave you here. I drove your car here." he said handing me the keys. because I was too hysterical to drive. I sighed and shook my head.
"Jack. You need to get out of here." I said and he shook his head.
"No." he said. I scoffed.
"No? Don't you see what he's doing?" I asked walking around him and out the lobby doors. Of course he followed.
"Yes I do. He's coming after you and we can't let that happen." he said. Now I mockingly scoffed him.
"Now you're being stupid." I said and I felt him take my forearm and turn me to him swiftly. His eyes were hard and big.
"You don't get it. Michael Myers was the celebrity of my themes of literature class: serial killing edition. He didn't just kill his sister that night, he killed her boyfriend then his stepfather and even your school bully. They were his obsession. And sure he had an abusive past, but we will never know what truly goes on in his mind. He's a hunter and you're his obsession now and one way or another he's going to find you if not here then at school. And he's going to leave tons of bodies behind until he gets you." he said.
"Which is why you need to distance yourself from me now!" I snapped before looking away and wincing some. "I visited him throughout my high school years… I showed him pictures of my friends. He knows what they look like and they could be in danger, but you still have a chance to go free." He shook his head.
"I won't do it. I won't abandon you when you need someone the most." he said and closed my eyes feeling tears stream down my face some more as I ran my hand over my head at what I should do. I didn't even believe myself when I told Leigh that Michael would be at our high school. No he was here, somewhere watching waiting for his time to strike.
"The police think I should stay here." I said and Jack nodded.
"Okay. You should. I'll run back to your place and get you some clothes." he said and I took his hand immediately.
"No. I can't trust that you won't come back. He could have killed my mom and then made his way back to the school, he could be waiting for me and if he finds you-" I didn't want Jack from my side. Michael always got his kills, he's that focused and driven.
"Well we can't go back to your mom's house, it's completely taped off." Jack said lightly and I closed my eyes again not being able to think about my home now like the Myers. "Jesus come here." He pulled me into him and wrapped his arms tight around me. I had never felt so protected and safe before. I leaned into him lifting my hands to embrace him.
Normal POV
Michael watched from across the street hidden by numerous trees as she embraced another male. Michael didn't see his victims as men and women anymore because it gave them identities. But they didn't have identities. They were just wet sacks of skin needing to be cut opened and drained. So why did she embrace this male with loving emotions? Michael didn't understand, he freed her of her mother, the woman who was responsible for part of her pain. And she hugs another male for comfort? She just didn't know he was there is all. He needed her to see him so she would know he is there. But Michael couldn't go to her just yet. Playing in his head were all the things high school Kyra had said about Lynda and Annie. They would be next and then this male. She would see. He knew she wanted him to break out and come to her after cutting down all her enemies. It would just be them again. He slowly turned and leisurely walked in the direction of the college.
Kyra's POV
I could feel something in the pit of my stomach. It was fuzzy and warm. Was he near? Was this a crazy connection we shared with each other through our craziness.
"How about we both head back to my place?" I asked leaning back to look up at him. "I'll need to pack a few things." Jack nodded.
"I'll need to call my friends and tell them to be on the lookout. Maybe if someone finds Michael before the cops, they can take him out." he said. I don't believe that's possible, but I nodded.
"Let me go inform the sheriff. He and I are close and I just want to keep him in the loop." I said and he nodded caressing my cheek gently.
"Okay. I'll wait here." He said and I nodded and just moved back inside the department. I knew I had to make a plan for when I finally come face to face with Michael. If I was going to protect my friends I would have to find Michael before he found them. I had some way of luring him out, but it would mean having to leave Jack here. If I knew Michael like I thought I did, he would be on his way to the college now. Annie and Lynda are there, or at least I hoped they would be somewhere safe. There was a big Halloween party going on campus today. Hopefully they would be in the mix of that all night.
Author's note
Fun fact: I actually took a themes of literature class and it was solely abot serial killers, it was crazy. Also Happy New Year from Tennessee!