A scream and call for help sounded out through the dead of night down a lone silent road, a man ran covered in his own blood head to toe. Hoping to escape his attackers, that're not far on his tail. Suddenly, a piercing pain shot into the man's back, falling face first into the pavement, deep scraps formed on his cheek as he slid. Rushing to get to his feet only to be pushed back down by his assailant, which only sunk the saw blade that was embedded deeper into his flesh. The sound of leaves crunching under multiple steps could be heard coming closer as two shadows loomed over their target. A white masked man in navy blue overalls, holding a bloody chef's knife. The other being broader, taller and more muscular, a hockey mask shielded his face, while wearing an old, torn brown rugged burlap jacket, blue and grey undershirts and dark jeans, and yielded a machete, both looking down at the struggling man beneath his other attacker's foot.

"Your attempts to get free is entertaining... but also starting to become annoying." The female voice from behind spoke, her identity hidden behind a purple mask with crystal points littered to the left side.

She pressed harder on the saw blade, earning a holler from the man. The one with the hockey mask then landed a hard kick to his face, spinning him on his side.
"I'd love to have more fun with you, but, sadly, we don't have enough of the night for that."
Taking her foot off, she raised her weapon, and so did the other two men, all three plunging their blades down. The man choking on blood before going still.

"Well, now we got that taken care of, finally." The women tossed her weapon over her shoulder as she watched the hockey masked man drag the corpse over to some bushes to hide it, granted the smeared blood remaining. He joined back afterwards.
"We better scram and hide out for a few days till the heat dies down." She spoke then glanced around. "Your place is close by isn't it, Michael?" She looked to the man with the white mask, who nodded. "Let's go there then, lead the way boogeyman."

He gave a roll of the eyes before turning on his heels and heads toward the abandoned Myers house, she and the other following.
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Now there are those that probably are wondering... who is this woman? And why would she be joined up with the two most well-known serial killers around? Especially going on killings with them? You'll find that out, but we'll have to go back a couple years... to the very beginning...

September 21st, 1970

As school was kicking up since the past month, some students would be excited of returning, others not so much. A girl's first freshman year of High School, always dreading it every year. Same kids, same subjects, sometimes seeing the same teachers, it became a bore. What she really never looked forward to, was running into Elsie and her two witches. They have been her all-year-round bullies since the 3rd grade. She's done all that's possible to make them stop or leave her be, and switching schools was never offered as an option, so she dealt with it. Sadly, she grown use to it over the years.
She stopped at her locker, doing the combination and opening it, putting in the things she didn't need at the time.

"Hey Lorelei!"

The girl paused, knowing exactly the owner of the voice, and slowly looked over her shoulder, Elsie and her other two friends leaned on the lockers across from her.

"If it isn't Lorelame. Mother's little whore child." Elsie cackled, her friends joining in.
Lorelei just ignored her and proceeded to get her things before closing the locker and adjusted her jacket.

"Still wearing that ugly ass jacket? Don't you even wash it?" One of Elsie's friend's added in. Lorelei just walked away while they laughed. She was one to always get to her classes early to get a seat in the back, away from everyone. She was always the quiet one, never talked never socialized, not even with the teachers unless to get extra work for more credits. Once she got settled in her first class, she let out a deep sigh. She hoped these next 3 remaining years pass by fast, she was tired of coming back to this hell.
The next few minutes that passed, half the room had most of the kids there, and class was starting in the next 5 minutes. But some of those kids were talking about something that caught her attention.

"You still remember that story on what happened a few Halloweens back?" A girl spoke up from a small group she was in.

"About that kid that killed his sister?" A guy answered, leaning back in his desk. "Everyone should know that by now. Some messed up shit. He's still in that crazy house."

Lorelei knew who they were speaking about. Michael Myers, who stabbed his older sister at 6 years old... he was put into the Smith's Grove Sanitarium right after. It's been seven years since the incident, Michael would be 14 at this time, and it's always brought up every Halloween.
This young child's story fascinated Lorelei when she first heard about it and tried to look up more information on Michael. She found out both of his parents died in a car accident, he had another sister named Cynthia, but was adopted into another family and renamed Laurie at age of 2. What would make this young boy snap? Was there more that happened behind closed doors no one knew about with the Myers family? She kept notes of all this in a notebook she kept with her. Hell, the Myers house was still standing to this day after it's abandonment, she passes it every day to get to school.
After the end of the day, she quickly left her last class to get her things from her locker and headed straight home, thankfully she avoided Elsie. While on her walk back home, she slowed to a stop when coming across the Myers house, it was old, dilapidated, and overgrown. Lost all its color. She did always wonder what it looked like on the inside, maybe one day she will, she then continued on her way home.
After the next few weeks, most had been the same, aside from the usual harassment from Elsie. She was now sitting in her 5th period where she shared a class with her, Language Arts, she sat far away from her, but didn't stop them from whispering and talking about her, as class begun, the teacher stood, going up front.

"Alright everyone, time for your first big assignment, should be an easy one." She started handing out a paper with instructions. "This will be due in 3 weeks, you are to pick someone who is either well known, a celebrity, singer, actor, it's your choice, it could be someone that is already passed, and you are to write an essay about that person, include their childhood, background, whatever you can find out, and then you will share it with the class when it's time."
As Lorelei listened, she would have to think on who she could possibly chose to write about, she doesn't watch many movies or shows, she's listened to music off and on but never really had a favorite singer, it'll be something she'll think about all day.
As she was leaving class, Elsie purposely bumped her in the arm, almost knocking her into the wall.

"Move it." Elsie huffed.

"Yeah, stay out our way clown." One of her friends cackled as they strolled on by.

Lorelei just waited for them to get far away enough before she continued on to her locker so she could get home and could focus on the assignment.
When she got to the house, she shut the door behind her then hung up her jacket on a coat rack. Setting her bag on the steps she goes in the kitchen, then heard her father's voice from the Livingroom.

"How was school Lorey?" He called.

She takes a minute to answer. "It was, fair." She replied. "Just have an essay to do now."

"What about?" Her father, William, waltzed in the kitchen putting a cup in the sink. Lorelei was looking for something to eat and pulled out a leftover steak and diced potatoes from yesterday.

"I have to pick some person and write about their sad backstory." She shrugged as she warms up her food.

"Who are you going to write about? Got anyone in mind?" William asked.

"Not right off the bat, that's what I'll be doing tonight." Lorelei stands in front of the microwave as she waits. Then it hits her, glancing at the steps, she goes and picks up her bag and opens it, digging inside and takes out something. "Actually, dad." She turned to face him, so did he to look in her direction. "I know who I'm going to do my essay on."

Will looked down to see her holding a notebook. "And who will it be?"

"Michael Myers."