She sat atop of him, screaming and screaming. She had just shot this huge man in the face. The blood from the cuts she had received when she fell out of the beams was flowing down her face, covering her once beautiful milk white skin.
Laurie was severely cut, her American Rag thermal violet top was ripped, and her VonDutch jeans were trashed.
Laurie stopped screaming after awhile. Her lungs were burning. Her simple job of babysitting Tommy Doyle on Halloween night had turned on her, in the most horrible way.
Laurie had come across one of her best friends, Annie Brackett, half dead on the floor of the Wallace house. She had called the police and then he came from the darkness.
He had chased her all the way back to the Doyle house, broke in, killed two police officers who had tried to save them, and kidnapped her and brought her here to this abandoned wreck of a house.
Tommy's voice from earlier that day found his voice in his head
"Do you know whos' house that is?"
Laurie got up wobbly from sitting atop Michael. Laurie kicked him once again in the side before leaving the yard and walking down the empty dark streets of Haddonfield. The gun she didn't drop. She clung to in her hand. She didn't think she could drop it because it was her only protection from the monsters in the night
Laurie whimpered as she continued walking, half limping down the streets, her mind trying to come to terms as to what had happened.
Laurie walked very slowly down the streets, the wind picking up speed, throwing the leaves at her face and down near her sneakers.
Laurie continued on, not even hearing the sirens that arrived at the house where she had once been.
She walked down the street and turned left at the corner where she and Lynda had said "Good Bye" not even five to six hours ago.
She walked a little faster. She was headed for home.
Why did that man take me? Thought Laurie.
Why me? What was with that picture he had of those kids?
Why? Why? Why? She wondered.
You can figure this all out momentarily. Right now, I have to get home. Mom and Dad will help me.
Laurie walked up the steps and put her bloodied hand on the door handle. The door opened up before Laurie could even turn the doorknob.
"Mom? Dad?" asked Laurie in fear as she stepped into her own home.
She walked in the hallway and stepped cautiously. She saw a fire lit and walked around the corner and she saw her parents.
Laurie screamed again as she stepped backwards into a table, knocking it off its feet and splintering to the floor. She fell along with the remains of the table.
Her mom was sprawled across the couch a shoe missing from her foot, and the couch was soaked with blood.
That was all over the room. The blood was all over. Her dad who was on the floor, his head cut with a gash that was longer than her fingers.
"No," sobbed Laurie as she crawled into the room and checked their pulses. Sure enough they were dead.
Laurie cried as she crawled backwards and ran out the door. Laurie understood and knew who had killed her beloved parents.
HIM.
Laurie ran out the door, the gun still in her broken hand.
Laurie walked down the streets until she got into the main part of town. It had begun to rain and her bloodstained, ripped clothes got soaked, weighing her down.
All she could think about was that night.
Halloween was never the same again for Laurie Strode.
She took a different route and soon found herself in the town square. The rain had continued to pour down on the girl who was now the victim and target of Michael Myers.