I'm so so so sorry for the delay, so here's a double-long chapter just for each of you lovely readers :'3 Forgive me ?

Hope you'll like it, the next chapter is already written so you'll have it within a few days, promise !


"Uncle !"

Jamie's eyes had widened and her arms opened, while a smile grew on her angelic face. Michael kneeled to hug her tightly, smiling too. He barely wore his mask anymore, but his sister always kept it, in case he wanted it. There were situations in which he still needed to hide his face, when he was scared or insecure. When he didn't fear to show his feelings, he was as expressive as anyone else, maybe even more.

He was handsome with a smile brightening his delicate features. He had Laurie and Jamie's little nose, that Sam Loomis liked to call "The Myers nose". He had their dark eyes too. His iris turned into a deep tone of chocolate when he was happy, which suited him better than the usual black. His teeth, despite years of neglecting, were not misplaced, and white after a visit to the dentist (this part wasn't funny for Michael. The idea of someone putting their fingers in his mouth didn't please him much. He nearly bit the dentist). He had stopped eating his nails and the skin around them, but it left his flesh fragilized and pinker than anywhere else. Strands of dark brown hair fell in his eyes and around his ears. It was silky and soft. His lips were thin and pink, a little crackled and scarred, because their owner often bit them until they were bleeding. The worst was on his forearms. Blue, purple, red, pink, white scars everywhere. No skin left untouched. Laurie comforted herself by searching for a new scar, and never finding any. If he didn't feel the need to hurt himself anymore, it meant he was feeling better. Or so she hoped.

She finally won her battle against justice and had the right to bring her brother home. Everything would be a lot easier. She hadn't been here for Michael when he needed her, now she would.

Earlier this day, Laurie went to the cemetary. Her sister's grave was back in its place. She sat there and talked to Judith for long hours, telling her everything that happened, that their brother had changed and she didn't have to worry about anything.

"Maybe one day I'll take him to see you. I hope. I'm sure it would be... Interesting for him. You know, he's different now. Since last Halloween he hasn't tried to hurt me or anyone."

After a while she looked around, hoping no one heard her talking to a grave, and left. She went to pick up Michael at the hospital and drove back home. Loomis was already here, looking after Jamie who had been informed of the project.

Michael remained silent during the whole trip ; not that anyone expected him to speak, but he made no attempt to communicate. He was closed. Laurie was worried about him. She could only see his eyes, he didn't take his mask off as he would usually do with his sister, and something told her he didn't feel good. He looked sad. So sad.

"What are you thinking about, Michael ?"

He didn't look up, but after a while he made a sign. He pointed at his chest, then at Laurie, then at Judith (he designed her by pointing to the sky), and he held an imaginary baby in his arms.

"Us ?" He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Don't you have your notebook ?" Same move. "Did you forget it ?" Same move. Laurie was puzzled. Michael pointed at the back of the car. "Oh I'm sorry, I put it there with your things ! You'll have it back when we're home, alright ?"

He nodded this time. "Do you want me to guess who you were thinking about ? I'll say names, just tell me when I'm right." He tilted his head and leaned back against the seat. "Is it about someone in the hospital ?" Michael didn't move.
"A doctor ? A nurse ? A patient ? Dr Loomis ?"

Michael pointed to his chest, drawing a heart with his index.

"Someone you love ?" He nodded. "Jamie ? Me ? Judith ? ... Mommy ?"

He looked up at Laurie. "Yes, mommy." he thought. "Do you remember our mommy ?" He nodded quickly. "Of course you do. I was too young when she..." Laurie bit her lips. "I can't remember Judith either. How were they ?"

Michael poked Laurie's chest. "Like me ?" He nodded. "Do I look like them ?"

"A lot" though Michael sadly. He just nodded again. "I'm sure you look like them too. You're part of the family. And Jamie looks like you." He froze for a moment. His beloved niece looked like him ? She said it herself anyways, the first time she saw him.

"You're just like me. That's what she said. She was right." Laurie smiled, and so did Michael at his sister's words.

"You never talk about our father, though..." Michael frowned deeply. He never knew his real father. Only his abusive stepfather. A disgusting human being. Michael used to be bullied by classmates, but it was nothing compared to his father's treatments. He remembered the first time he came to his room at night, when his mother was gone. Michael was three years old. The man undressed him and raped him. He tore him apart. Michael remembered the blood. There was way too much, and he knew it was his. Then he was forced to take his molester's cock in his mouth, and swallow everything that came out. It tasted like crap. Michael was in too much pain to even think of escaping. He heard him in Judith's room too. "If you repeat anything, you're dead." He heard these words too often. His stepfather, like it wasn't enough already, started to beat him up too. He called him a fat pig everytime he ate. Michael eventually thought of starving himself, but food was the only comfort he had. He wished he could die. He killed rats and kitten, before hurting himself as inflicting pain to something else didn't provide any pleasure or satisfaction. He wished he could cut the fat out of himself. He ended up with a morbid need of food and blood. Preferably his own.

He was ten years old. Then came this night his sister's boyfriend spent the night with her. Michael heard sounds he knew too much. Moans. Cries. Panting. Groaning. Wet, disgusting sounds. Poor boy never learned sex was a source of pleasure to most people, he only knew the dark, perverted side of it. He boiled with anger. Someone else was hurting Judith. maybe this person would come and hurt him too. He was scared of his stepfather, but not of this stranger. He opened the door quietly and watched. To his horror, Judith seemed to like it. She was begging more. She never did that with his stepfather. She was enjoying this torture. Terrified, the boy thought she was also consenting with her first rapist, and that she was the one to ask him to hurt Michael, and she would do the same with her boyfriend. They were evil. Michael was scared for his mother and Boo. Boo had never hurt anyone and these people would kill her... He didn't think much. He took a butcher knife and killed his sister, her boyfriend and his stepfather.

Boo was awake. He needed to comfort her and tell her no one would harm her now. He kissed her forehead and whispered :

"Happy Halloween, Boo."

Then he felt sick to his stomach. He had eaten too many candies before the murders. He was still a kid. He awoke from his daydreaming as the car stopped.

"Here we are !" Michael was no longer ten but in his early thirties. He was upset now. He had fallen asleep in the car. But he had been so nervous the night before he couldn't sleep at all and barely ate anything, feeling too ill. In the middle of the night his stomach was spasming badly. He stayed in the bathroom until morning. He was feeling again, but there weren't only good feelings, and stress was back worse than ever. The car ride didn't make things better.

He stepped out of the vehicle, took off his mask and threw up what he had managed to eat in the morning. Laurie rushed to his side, even more worried. "Michael ! Are you ill ?" She rubbed his back soothingly, trying to comfort him, and pulled his hair back. When the vomiting session was over, Laurie touched her brother's forehead. "You don't have fever. I don't think you caught the flu. You don't usually fall ill, do you ?" Michael shook his head, panting softly. "Are you nervous ?" He nodded. "Michael... There's no reason to be worried..."

Laurie smiled and pulled him into a gentle hug. "Everything's gonna be alright... Jamie is eager to see you... Don't worry..." Michael visibly relaxed in his sister's arms. "Do you feel better ?" He nodded slowly, but still looked a little pale. "We could go for a walk before going home. Do you want to ?" Michael smiled. "Come on then ! Do you want your mask back ? Or do you think you can do without it ? People will recognize you if you wear it... And they'll probably be scared. It's not against you, I'm sure you understand."

Laurie could see in her brother's eyes he understood. So they walked around Haddonfield hand in hand. People didn't pay attention to them. It was quite new to Michael. No one seemed scared. Until Laurie's best friend, Rachel Carruthers, came up to them.

Rachel was five years younger than Laurie, but she had lost her two best friends, Annie and Lynda, and when she met Rachel she immediatly loved her. The young Carruthers lady knew of her friend's big brother, she even saw him ; but she escaped before he could kill her. Therefore she had never seen his face.

So when she met her best friend holding hands with a man, she smiled and walked up to Laurie.

"Is he your boyfriend ?" Laurie laughed and shook her head. "No, he's my brother."

Rachel's smile grew wider. "You didn't tell me you had another brother !" The older woman frowned. "I only have one."

The red-haired Carruthers' smile disappeared, replaced by an expression of pure terror. "Rachel...? Please don't worry... He won't hurt you. I promise he won't." Rachel was now shaking with fear, not daring to look at Michael, who wasn't really more confident than her. He seemed scared too. He studied Rachel and tried to think of what he should do. Hugging Rachel would scare her to death. He didn't know what to do. So he just moved, which made Rachel flinch away, but he only hid behind his sister, clinging to her shirt. He was taller than her, and it was rather funny to see him like this. But Rachel wasn't amused by the scene. Why on Earth did her best friend hang out with her brother, who was a dangerous psycho killer ? Laurie turned her head to look at Michael, and try to comfort him.

"Come on, you know Rachel, don't you ?" He nodded. "But I tried to kill her" he wanted to add. He held his hand out, so suddenly Rachel cried and jumped backward. Michael winced at the cry but didn't move. Shaking hands is a way to say hello ; it also means two people decided to end a conflict. A symbol of peace.

Rachel shivered, took a deep breath and finally held Michael's hand and shook it gently, looking up nervously at him. He was smiling. She smiled back to him. "Hi Michael." His lips parted to say "hi" too, but no sound came out. Rachel understood. "I'm sorry for not telling you about it earlier...
- Laurie, it's alright ! Don't be sorry. It must have been complicated. How's Jamie ?
- She's doing good. Would you like to come and see her ?
- I'd love to ! I hope it doesn't bother you.
- Of course it doesn't ! Don't be stupid, I wouldn't have proposed you if it bothered me !"

Rachel probably wanted to convince herself she wasn't utterly and completely terrified of Michael, but it wasn't working much. She was shaking like a leaf on a tree's branch in October. But she could trust Laurie, right ? It wasn't like she didn't know her brother. If he really had changed then it was great ; but if it was nothing else than a trap... Rachel couldn't tell at the moment.

Michael seemed pretty honest to her, actually, and she chose to trust him. Something in his eyes told her he was really sincere and doing his best to be good. It pained her a little. "Poor man" she thought, "He doesn't look scary at all now...".

Michael nervously glared at Rachel, who was walking behind him and Laurie. "I'm happy things got better for you." Rachel said. Michael knew that "you" didn't include him. Would it ever ? In the back of his heart, he believed he would never really part of his own family. He got lost in his dark thoughts. He'd never really be accepted, would he ?

He couldn't allow himself to think of this. Today was an important day. And he missed Haddonfield, as strange as it could sound. It was home, a bloodied home, but still the only one he ever knew. He didn't really have many memories of the years in Smith Grove's. Sometimes they came back, and it scared him. He couldn't stand seeing the monster he used to be. He was so scared.

Michael Myers' greatest fear was himself. But now he had his family to comfort and protect him. He wouldn't be scared anymore, and the evil Michael would leave. It was the first time he thought he could get rid of the darkness in him without dying in the process. He didn't want anything else than this. Nothing more. Was it too much ?

Finally they arrived at Laurie's house. Jamie had been looking through the window for hours, not wanting to miss her uncle's arrival.

"Your mom said they would be here at 10. You can do something else until then.
- No, I want to see them. If I miss them I will be sad.
- If you want, but you still have half an hour before it's 10."

Samuel Loomis sighed. Jamie reminded him so much of Michael when he met him. He wasn't really talkative, but if Loomis started to speak to him, the boy would answer. Jamie didn't show any signs of violent pulsions, or nothing to be really concerned about, unlike the young Michael. But they were pretty similar nonetheless.

"They're here ! Look !" The doctor walked up to the window. "Rachel is here too !"

Loomis knew the red-haired Carruthers, for he talked to her after she got attacked by Michael. She was one of the few who didn't die by Michael's hands. She had been lucky, he thought, very lucky. The doctor knew Michael for more than 20 years, and his patient's goal was not to mutilate people, but to kill them. It was probably less cruel.

"Mommy's here !" But the person she was the happiest to see was Michael. "Uncle !" She opened the door, ran to him and jumped in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck.

Rachel was speechless. It could actually be true, he had changed. He looked so happy and bright. He was almost touching.

Without being able to explain why, Rachel felt tears picking at the corner of her eyes. Sam Loomis couldn't help but smile too. He had been wrong all this time, hopefully, Michael wasn't lost. He had been hurt and bruised, but it was the same Michael as the one he met about 20 years ago. The shy boy with sadness in his eyes, who asked him why he had a funny accent. The adorable little kid who made masks and said black was his favorite color.

This Michael that Sam had loved so much and who sadly lost his fight against his dark side came back to life. Like nothing had happened. He was the same. Michael placed a kiss on his niece's forehead, smiling like a mad man, overwhelmed by happiness. Jamie then hugged Laurie and Rachel, laughing. The oldest woman ruffled her big brother's chocolate brown hair. Michael's eyes had brightened up, sparkling like they never did yet.

It was a pleasant and sweet scene, but to those who knew how to look into his black eyes, it was way more than this.

On the afternoon of this day, Michael started to show signs of anxiety. Laurie tried to comfort him, but nothing worked, and all she could do was sending him straight to bed after dinner.

Later that night, noises woke Jamie up. She sat up in her little bed, trying to find where the noises were from. What were those sounds ? It was as though someone was crying. She immediatly got up and ran to Michael's room.

He was sat in the dark, his knees pulled to his chest. Jamie walked to him and lifted his chin gently. When she saw his face wet with tears, as he was clenching his teeth to prevent himself from sobbing soundly, she kneeled in front of him and dryed his cheeks.

"What's wrong uncle ?" She looked as confused as him. "Are you hurt ? Do I need to call mommy ?" At the word "mommy" Michael's pain seemed to double. "I'll call her. Stay here !" Jamie ran out, and a few minutes later came back with Laurie.

"Michael... Brother... What's wrong ? What are you afraid of ?" Michael was shaking. His sister handed him his notebook and a pen. "Tell me what's troubling you". He looked hesitantly at what Laurie gave him.

"I want to go home" he wrote.

"Michael, we're home."

"Not my real home. Take me home."

Laurie was puzzled. They were home, weren't they ? Which home was he talking about ? He obviously didn't refer to the hospital as "home". The old Myers house had burned down and...

The Myers house. He was talking about this home.

"You can't go to this home anymore. Don't you remember why ?"

He frowned and looked resignated.

"It burned" he wrote.

"It did. You can't go there anymore. No one can. Don't you think it's better that all the bad things that happened there disappeared ?"

Michael looked up at his sister, making this "do you think I'm stupid" face, and took his pen again.

"Memories don't burn. Only the place they happened does. And it won't bring anyone back. Neither Judith or mommy."

Laurie's heart ached when she read those words.

"You can talk to them when you want to" she said, "I'll take you to the cemetary. I'll leave you alone if you wish."

Jamie whispered : "Could I come see grandma and aunt Judith too ?" Laurie smiled and stroked her daughter's dark hair. "Of course honey, you can see them, tomorrow. You should go to sleep now.
- Is uncle going to sleep too ?
- Yes he is."

Jamie smiled and kissed Michael's cheek. "Good night uncle."

Michael remained silent for long minutes. "Aren't you going to sleep ?" He shook his head. "We can't go to the cemetary now, it's too late..." Michael looked at her with eyes full of questions, and Laurie could easily read "why ?". Her brother definitly knew how to ask things and get them.

"Alright, we'll go, but not for long."

Laurie made sure Jamie was asleep before leaving with Michael and quietly closing the door. They walked in silence to the cemetary. Michael was really scary in the dark. So different from the day. She felt the need to hold his hand to feel his warmth and make sure he was still the sweet Michael she loved.

When he squeezed her hand, she sighed in relief and relaxed. He was still there.

"I went to talk to Judith this morning." Michael looked at his little sister, surprised.

"Did you ?" he would have probably said.

"I told her everything that happened and that I'd take you to see her."

"My sister is a sweetheart."

This thought came in Michael's head and comforted him. What people said was true. You only realize how much you love someone once they're gone. Judith wasn't the sweetest sister Michael could have had. She was a bitch most of the time. But she was still his sister, the only big sister he had, she was only 16, she would've grown up to be a mature and kind lady like their mother. He had the greatest mother of the world, he knew it. She deeply cared about him when no one else did. He never wanted to hurt her. Judith would have been like her. Deborah and Judith Myers. The most gorgeous women a man could dream of. He wished he could be like them, when he was young. But he was an ugly kid. He was useless. They would have been happier without him. He should have killed himself before he killed them. Look what he had done ! He ruined lives selfishly.

When he found himself in front of Judith's grave, next to his mother's, sounds came out of his mouth for the first time in years. "I'm sorry."


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