After a wait that has been way too long, here's finally chapter 6 ! I guess I could find apologies for the enormous delay but I don't really have any, but I'm just so so so sorry I've been lazy and such. I had kinda lost my muse on Halloween, but the last review I got on this story made me go for it again. Thank you so much for your support, I would have never expected so many reviews and people to actually enjoy this story. My role-model on Halloween fics is Little Red Riding Hood, so check out their stories, they're truly amazing ! Much much love to all of you, Michael loves you too, in his own way. :)

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Guest : Thank you thank you thank you ! I hope you'll still be here for this chapter and you'll enjoy it ! You're awesome !

Michael Myers : Hello Michael ! Well, it's your review that got me going on again with this story, I guess I was about to let it rot in a corner... So thank you ! You'll see if you get your voice back, but there are quite high chances. Just read the chapter ! Also, I think you had never really lost your humanity. Since the first chapter you still had morals and stuff like that. You're not a monster. I'm extremely pleased you wish to share my story, so please do, just credit me, there are absolutly not problems ! It's a pleasure. Best fanfiction ever ? Oh god. I feel so happy. Thank you Mikey. People like you who take the time to leave a little review to say things who are so kind are amazing and I love you so much for it ! Don't worry, I'm not letting this story down yet.

Thank you to everyone who made me continue this fic, I can't believe I actually wanted to end it after chapter... 4, if my memories are good ? I had even written the end, but it'll come later :) Thank you so much ! Hope you'll enjoy this chapter !


The night was clear, the moon was full, there were no clouds, and Michael Myers had spoken.

Laurie was surprised, of course, but she had no doubt something like this would have happened in the cemetary. He started writing a few lines that Laurie read aloud for the two graves.

"I didn't realize what I did would be forever. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's hard living without you. I'm happy not to be alone anymore, but I'd like you to be with me. I miss you. Please come back."

He then stayed still for long minutes, joining his hands for a silent prayer. When he saw that nothing happened, he looked sadly at his little sister.

"If you wish and believe," he wrote, "it works.
- Only in fairytales, Michael. People don't come back to life. Even if you wish, pray, beg and love them enough. Maybe it was better this way."

He looked deeply confused. "If they were alive, it would be better."

She gave up trying to explain him if he hadn't killed Judith, someone else would probably have done it. And if his mother committed suicide, she was probably happier where she was. But she remained quiet, as he would probably be upset and wouldn't like her opinion.

"If I hadn't been there everything would have been better."

Laurie held Michael's hands and whispered :

"If you hadn't been there, I would have lost a wonderful big brother.
- I'm not wonderful, he seemed to say.
- Yes you are. I love you. Jamie loves you, I think Rachel is starting to love you too.
- No she's not, his eyes said as he shook his head.
- There are more people who love you than you think."

He looked down, glancing at the graves. "I just want them to love me." he thought.

As if Laurie read his mind, she said : "They love you too."

He smiled softly and placed a kiss on his little sister's forehead and walked alone to face the graves.

"I'm sorry." he spoke aloud this time. "Mommy, Judith..."

He then gave his notebook to Laurie and waited for her to read aloud. She frowned and looked at Michael.

"Who's Ronnie ?"

He pointed to another grave. Ronnie White.

"Is he our father ?" Michael strongly shook his head.

"Stepfather, then ?"

He didn't move.

"That's him you didn't want to tell me about, right ? Do you want me to read to him ?"

Michael sighed and nodded. Laurie then turned to face the grave.

"I won't apologize to you, because I will never forgive what you did to me. I learned no one deserves to die. I still think you did. You should consider yourself lucky to be dead. If it wasn't by my hand, you would have died another stupid way, you know it. Your death is the only one I don't regret."

The harsh words talked for themselves, and Laurie didn't dare imagine how living with a man like this could have affected her big brother.

"Come on Michael. He doesn't deserve your time, nor your words."

His vision blurried as he scribbled : "I wanna go home." Laurie saw the tears in his eyes and took his hand.

"Let's go home. We need to sleep now. Good night mommy." She smiled at the graves. "Good night Judith."

Michael grabbed his sister's hand and whispered.

"B- Laurie...?" He almost called her Boo. Maybe he could try.

"Boo ?" Laurie turned her head toward him.

"Boo...?" Michael nodded.

"That's what you called me ?" He smiled. She remembered.

"Dr Loomis told me you refered to me as Boo, when you were little."

No, she didn't remember. He felt disappointed.

"You can call me Boo, if you wish. I don't mind." Michael held both her hands and smiled warmly.

"Boo !" His Boo was here. Just like it used to be. He could hold her in his arms and call her his, she was his Boo. His little baby Boo. Then, Boo wrapped her arms around Michael's neck, standing on her toes to reach him.

"I love you so much, Michael. I can't imagine living without you."

He cupped her face and rested his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes, and ran his thumb on her jaw, comfortingly. He loved her too.

After a few minutes, she backed up and smiled.

"I like cuddling with you. I have a picture of you and I, when we were little. I think I remember being in your arms and loving it. That's all I can remember."

Michael nodded and wrote : "It's a very good thing to remember."

They made their way back home, holding hands again.

"Michael... I don't like seeing you scared. I feel like I can't help you or you're not happy with me."

He looked very upset. Why was she saying things like this ? He was very happy with Boo ! If he wasn't he would just leave. But where would he go ? No, he wouldn't find a better place than here with his baby sister.

"I'm happy with you" he wrote.

"You're sweet. But I wish I could be better for you."

It was almost three in the morning. Both were very tired. Laurie accompanied Michael to his room, making sure he was feeling better.

"You should sleep. Jamie's going to school tomorrow. Try not to wake her up again."

Michael was laying on his back, his hands on his chest.

"Good night, Mikey." She smiled, and he smiled back at her.

"I love you, she whispered.
- Me too."

In the morning, Laurie called Sam Loomis.

"Michael woke up last night. He was scared. He said he wanted to go home."

Loomis didn't need to hear more to know exactly what happened. He knew his patient too well.

"Do you think he's not going to get used to living with you ?
- No ! No, I'm sorry, I just really want it all to work. He's doing his very best, you know...
- Yes, I know...
- He didn't want to go back to sleep, so I took him to the cemetary. He asked it.
- You took him to the cemetary...? At night...?
- Yes, at night ! I knew he wouldn't run away ! He was holding my hand the whole time !
- I'm sorry my child. Please, continue.
- He spoke.
- He- What ?!
- He spoke. He talked to the graves. A little.
- What did he say...?
- "I'm sorry", "Mommy", "Judith", "Laurie", "Boo" and when I put him to sleep and told him I love him, he said "Me too."
- Did he...? Laurie, this is truly amazing. I leave him with you and he says more than he ever has in 20 years. I thought he would never speak again.
- He did.
- How did he sound ?
- He has a normal grown-up man's voice. But it's the way he speaks... He sounds like a child..."

There were tears in her voice.

"My child, do not cry. We both know Michael may sound innocent and sweet, but it doesn't erase the things he did.
- I just wish I could make him happier... He sounded so sad... I'm sorry, I've heard this sad child voice too much before with Jamie.
- They're very similar. Very, very similar.
- What if Jamie becomes like him ? What if she starts to… Kill...?
- She won't. She knows what her uncle did and won't want to be like him.
- When will I see you ?
- I'll try to come this afternoon. Call me if anything happens.
- I will. Bye."

Laurie then decided to wake Michael and Jamie. She had to get Jamie to school, and maybe take Michael with her, if he wished. She woke up her daughter first.

"It's time to get up, sleepy head.
- But mommy I'm tired...
- I know you are, I'm tired too. But you have to go to school.
- Mommy...
- Hush now, get up or you're gonna be late.
- Is uncle coming with us ?
- I don't know honey, if he wants to.
- Tell him I want him to come !
- I will, now get up !"

Jamie laughed and finally got up, while Laurie went to Michael's room.

"Hey Michael..." She kneeled next to his bed and waited for him to wake up, not wanting to scare him. "Michael... Are you awake ?"

He nodded, rolling on his side to face his sister.

"Did you sleep at all ?"

He frowned and avoided Laurie's eyes.

"Oh Mikey... Are you too tired to come with me ? I have to take Jamie to school."

Michael smiled and sat up. "You wanna come with us, I guess." He nodded several times, grinning. "Then get up and get dressed !"

Laurie then came back to Jamie's room.

"He's coming.
- Is he ?
- Yes he is !
- Yay ! Can I see him ?
- Not yet, he's getting dressed. Wait for him to go downstairs honey."

Jamie put her slippers on and ran downstairs to eat breakfast. "Is uncle feeling better ?
- Yes honey. You were right to call me. He's fine now.
- Maybe he needed his mommy. Everyone needs their mommy. You will still be here when I'm older ? Because I think I will need you."

So, the little family left to take Jamie to school. They didn't need to take the car as it wasn't far away from the house. Jamie was trotting happily holding her uncle's hand.

Michael was soon surrounded by children as they walked toward the school's entrance. He didn't really enjoy this feeling, it reminded him of too many bad memories.

He used to be badly bullied as a kid, and he forgot he was a grown-up adult, rather tall too, and stayed behind his sister. Children were still looking at him. What did he do wrong ?

A girl asked Jamie who was the man behind her. The little kid quickly answered :

"Mommy's boyfriend."

If she told anyone he was her uncle, everyone would panick. They knew who Jamie's uncle was, what he had done, but not where he was. She couldn't let them know he was closer than they believed.

"He's handsome !" squealed a girl before hiding behind her friends and giggling. Michael stared at the kid, puzzled by the words.

Handsome, him ? But it was a ten years old girl speaking, she didn't know what she was saying. Kids often tell the truth adults are afraid to, but it couldn't be the truth. When he was the girl's age none of his schoolmates found him handsome. Why would they now ?

He decided to walk away and sat on a bench, still looking at the children.

That is when he spotted a little boy. Unlike the others, he was all alone and avoiding everyone. He had platinium blond hair and light blue eyes. The boy pretended to walk in the school, but in a blink he had disappeared.

Michael tilted his head. Kids don't usually disappear like this, do they ? It didn't matter much anyway. It was just a kid among the two hundreds or so there were in this school.

Then he heard a small boy's voice behind his back and turned around.

"Please sir."

The boy with girl-like features looked in his eyes. There was fear in those light blue orbs. But it was not fear at the sight of Michael. The older man closed his black eyes, but when he re-opened them, the angel boy was still staring at him.

"Please sir, don't tell them I'm not in class."

"Why wouldn't this boy want to go to school ?" Michael wondered. It seemed he had spoken out loud, because what seemed to be an angel cowered and avoided his eyes. He had just spoken in front of a complete stranger ? It was impossible, he couldn't...

"Please sir, I really don't wanna go to school. I don't like the kids in there. I wanna kill them.

- Is it why you are waiting here ?

- Yes sir. I have all my time. Where could I go ?

- Home, maybe ?

- There's my step-father at home. I can't just show up like that or he'll beat me up.

- It seems you really have nowhere to go...

- That's right. So don't tell anyone I'm here."

Michael kept watching and oddly enough, talking fluently to the boy.

"What's your name ?" Oh, the child flinched again and looked away. He had scared him.

"My name is Michael."

The older Michael froze in place, leaving the younger one puzzled.

"Is there something wrong with my name, sir ?

- N-No there isn't... What's your last name ?

- Myers."

That was it. The older Michael felt like his ribs cage was being crushed.

"You can't be..."

The blond-haired boy blinked and got up, trying to look menacing but the man in front of him made his legs shake like leaves.

"Why couldn't I be myself ?

- Because I am Michael Myers."

The boy didn't seem that shaken.

"Y'know, we live in a pretty big country. There has to be hundreds of Michael Myers'.

- Not in this city. I am the only one. I've always been the only one.

- Not anymore, then."

Both Michael's grew silent, staring at each other. They didn't even look the same. The adult had black eyes and deep brown hair. The child's eyes were blue and his hair was platinium blond. But inside they were the same person.

"Don't kill anyone, Michael. Don't ever kill anyone. Do it for your family. Your mother loves you, your little sister loves you, your big sister may not show it but she loves you too. Forgive her mistakes."

The boy didn't seem surprised by the way Michael knew he had two sisters.

"What about my step-father, then ?

- Don't kill him either. The world would be better without him, but you'd become a murderer.

- I know that. I'm not stupid. But I would escape. I would run away, and they'd never find me. They would be crying « Michael, Michael ! », but I'd be out of sight. And they'd be calling forever."

"Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael…"


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