Both of the killers mainly stayed in the Myers house but when the killings get reported, and searches for the suspects begin. Michael and Lorelei hide out in the van, knowing the house will be searched anyway, they could take the cops, but more will always show up. Plus, the van had a bed in the back, some seats and cabinets that had some snacks left behind, hence how she found out that Michael had quite the sweet tooth. This was just a tiny home on wheels.
Even with the notice of the teacher Lorelei killed in the school, she still planned on getting Elsie, and where to start the stalk other than the comfort of their home. She had to drive to the house since Michael had no idea where to go, he chilled out in the bed in the back, while parked a safe distance away.
She sat in a small leather seat with her feet propped up on the dash.
"Now I've been thinking, once Elsie is dealt with, Harold will hardly be given the chance to grieve for his worthless wretch after being given to fear for his life when he spots you or I watching him from afar. He won't know when his time will come, it be days, weeks? or years, he won't expect it, and will lose sleep over it. Restless and weak, that's when it'll happen, ware him out mentally." She rambled on of her plan, while Michael silently listened and ate chocolate covered peanuts.
"Course this won't be no quick slain, I want to have my torturous fun." She stands and walks up to the window to look out, seeing Elsie's house a couple blocks away.
"Tonight, I want to get up close to the house and peer at them, do some spying..." She turned to look at Michael.
He gave a nod to all he listened. She was much different then him when it came to his victims, he just kills and moves on to the next, if it was him in her shoes, he'd take them both out and be done with it. But this was more, personal, to her, so he just went with it.
As they wait for night to fall, they both leave the comfort of the van to sneak over to Elsie's house going around the side to the closest window. She looked through the kitchen, Harold sitting at a table reading a newspaper and smoking. Watching as he put it out then headed toward the back, all lights now off. No sign of Elsie.
"Believe that her room is upstairs." She pointed out.
"So we are killing her tonight." He looked at her.
"To put it straight forward, yes." She nods then heads to the front door, Michael then moved in front of her, using his knife to get the door unlocked. The two go in silently, closing the door back and making their way upstairs. Checking each room till they find Elsie on the bed asleep. Lorelei walked in, approaching the bed, seeing her start to stir and turn on her back, before she could scream Lorey grabbed her covering her mouth, she started to struggle against her.
"Michael, grab them phone cords!" She whispered in a yell and the man does as told, grabbing them and helped Lorelei tie her up with anything they could find. Tying her to a vanity chair with the cord and using shoelaces to tie her hands and feet to it. Using a shirt as a gag to keep her quiet.
"Now, the fun can begin." She grinned from the coverage of her mask. She approached her and kneeled down to her face. "Remember me? You fucking worthless cunt..." She lifted her mask for her to see. Michael stood behind but couldn't see, his head leaning to the side. Elsie on the other hand, her eyes widened to her familiar intruder. Lorelei chuckled darkly at her reaction but seeing the scar she made those years ago with the pencil, made her smirk and move the mask back over her face, standing up.
"You made me this way... you and that filthy treacherous father of yours are the cause of my mentality snapping..." She looked at Michael and held her hand out as a way to ask to borrow his knife, handing it to her and using it to graze the sharp metal across Elsie's arm and to her hand. "I've been waiting 7 years to finally come to this moment of getting you back after all those years of putting up with your bullying." She stabbed her right in the hand, Elsie's scream being muffled from the shirt.
"Now it's time to make up those 7 years of torture with your own." Lorelei stabbed her in the other hand. Michael just stood there watching. She then gone over to a table, seeing a cup of different writing utensils, she grabbed them and went back in front of Elsie.
"Let's have a blast in the past, shall we?" She took a freshly sharpened pencil and stabbed it into her thigh, another scream blocked from the saliva-soaked cloth, she jabbed a second in her other, Elsie tried to struggle from her bonds, blood running down her legs. Michael deciding to be useful went over and held the chair in place with a tight grip.
"You should know by now; your death isn't going to be a quick one... neither will your father's..." A swift movement landed a pen into the same exact placement of her scar on her face, Elsie tensed her body and hands made fists, Lorey harshly grabbed her chin to make her look at her, seeing the tear stains of pain down her cheeks made her feel overjoyed.
"Why would I ever grant you a quick end to your misery when you never granted me the same."
There was a sudden bang on the door, it was blocked, thanks to Michael.
"Elsie? You alright in there? I heard a noise." Called the dad from the other side.
Lorelei shoved Elsie's face away. "Sounds like our que. Too bad this couldn't last a little bit longer... all well, fun while it lasted." She takes her own blade, raising it back, the sunk it through her gut and the back of her chair, watching her choke and gasp, the cloth falling out her mouth as her head fell to the side. Michael took a step back and he takes his knife, readying himself now that the door was about to be knocked down. Lorelei kicked the chair over with Elsie's dead body attached to it.
The door burst open, the angry male seeing the two then his own daughter behind them...
"E-Elsie- no! You bastards!" About to charge, Michael steps in and sliced him in the shoulder, pushing him down the flight of stairs then they made the getaway.
Now outside, they start to make it to the van, when a set of headlights stop them in their tracks, using their arms to block out the light. The vehicle stops, and two people step out. Once Lorelei's eyes adjusted, she saw it was two officers, guns in hand, one a handgun, another a shotgun. They must have been out patrolling still.
"Michael Myers?" The one officer that came out the driver side aimed its firearm at him as the cops walked closer, Michael as usual stood mute.
"Now some other masked psychopath to wonder Haddonfield? Like we don't have
enough to deal with already with him walking the streets." He then noticed the wooden blade handle until Harold barged out the front door of his home, holding his injured shoulder.
"They k-killed my daughter! And attacked me! Do something!?" He screamed out, his echo could been heard through the entire neighborhood.
The police look back at the two murderers, both their grips tightened on the handle of their trusted weapon of choice.
"You two are coming with us. Drop your weapons and get on your knees!" The cops came closer, Lorelei then swung her blade, cutting the shotgun wielding cop across the hand and arm then managed to block the firearm from being pointed at her.
Michael handled with taking care of the other cop, pushing him back and knocking his gun out his hand with one swift motion of his knife, snatching the man by the throat and maneuvered him back against the police car, slamming his head in the door multiple times.
Lorelei smacked the officer in the face a couple times with the side of the shotgun, both fighting to get it away from one another, trying to twist it out his hands until the trigger was pulled by the officer, the blast grazed the right corner it her head, she stumbled back and fell, falling unconscious. Michael shot his head to see her on the ground, dropping the already dead cop then over to finish off the other, one kick knocks him back, dropping the shotgun in the grass as Michael stood over him and stabbed him over and over until he was satisfied. His chest heaving rapidly, then picked up Lorelei, and her blade handle, taking her back to the van.
He set on the bed in the back of it and quickly drove them away from the scene before more cops showed up, most likely thanks to Harold.
He drove them to a secluded place after a pit stop at his house to get a medkit then leave again. Shutting off the van, he looked back at Lorelei still out, she hasn't moved since, he knew she wasn't dead, but the wound it left...
Took 30 minutes for her start stirring, Michael taking noticed he walked over and stood at the end of the bed. She groaned and turned in her side.
"Goddamn I have a headache..." She held the side she was injured on, feeling around, some bit of the corner of her mask was gone, her hair was gone in the impact area, sticking out in some places, but also her skull was exposed... She pulled away to look at her hand, seeing blood. She stood up to look in a mirror. "Holy fuck..."
"You're lucky." Michael spoke setting the medkit on the bed. She looked back and went to sit, opening it then paused, knowing she'll have to take her mask off.
"Um... could you, look the other way? I need to take my mask off for this." She looked at him, he stared for a minute. "Michael..." He then went to the driver seat. She kept her eye on him before taking it off, setting it beside her. She got to work on wrapping herself up.
There was silence between them, Lorelei almost done, she had to cover her eye to wrap it.
"...Would I one day see your face?" Michael suddenly spoke. Making her pause and tied off the bandage.
"Would I ever see yours?" She retorted, taking a few pain pills for her headache before putting her mask back on then came up and sat in the passenger seat. Michael didn't know how to respond so he normally, kept silent.
Lorelei sighed. "I know I can't go to the hospital for this, especially now after ridding Elsie, but her father will be on alert now, which is exactly what I wanted."
Michael just shook his head. "Rest, we still need to stay low profile till the flame dies down."
She nodded in agreement, and gone to the back to sleep more.
October 31st, 1981
Three whole years had gone by, and why so long? To go after a single distraught father that watched his back 24/7? No, that's part of it, but while Lorelei left him to his mourning, she was helping Michael on the side with chasing after his step-sister, Laurie Strode. Over the time Michael began to trust Lorelei more, not to be given a face reveal, yet, but to why he kills. Mentioning voices in his head make him do it, if he doesn't do it enough, the voices start to become obnoxious to the point he can't hear his own thoughts, explains why he just murders any innocent person vulnerable and not just his main target, and a curse being involved in the mix, believing if his bloodline is wiped, the curse will be lifted.
Lorelei took in all of this information, she didn't partake much in killing the randoms, only if there was a struggle.
After her murder of Elsie, she was now as feared and wanted by the law as much as Michael was. She made a name for herself, a small one, but a start, was this a goal of hers? Not really, and now being Halloween, there weren't as many trick or treaters as there normally was, not sense there are two serial killers on the loose in Haddonfield.
Now what became of that injury of hers? It healed, sort of, just the skin and tissue that fused back to her scalp, the still exposed skull remained, but didn't hurt oddly. Mask and all, it stood out.
She and Michael stood hidden in the darkness beside his house, watching the kids and parents walk passed without a care.
"Time to strike Harold, tonight." Lorelei spoke. "I think the wait has been long enough."
With a nod, Michael followed, having masks they were both ignored as just being dressed up. Seeing the Elkswood house, the porch light was off, must be that paranoid to not hand out candy. They go to the back of the house this time, peering in the window, Harold could be seen wondering about the house, checking the locks on all windows and doors, not only was his focus on Lorelei, but Michael Myers included, especially being Halloween night, and the stories he's heard. Lorelei hunkered down when she spotted Harold coming toward the door, seemingly to lock it, she sprung up once close enough and barged right in, grabbing him by the throat and held him against the wall.
The man choked and gasped for air he so desperately craved. "Y-You..." He forced out. "I... k-knew you'd c-come back..."
"Really think I would leave you out the picture? You deserve what's coming just like your pathetic daughter." She growled, throwing him into another wall and swung, hitting him right across the face, Michael coming in and stabbed his leg, Harold falling to the ground, unable to scream due to Lorelei pressing the back of her handle blade to his neck while sitting over him, he kicked and flailed. Michael standing over him as he watches, head tilting to one side, observing. Once movement stopped, she stood up slowly and stepped over his body.
"Went a little too quick then I wanted but, all well." She shrugged, deciding to just leave the body and going out back outside, she sits on the steps, Michael followed her out, looking at her before he sits beside her, both staying silent, listening around them to the cool wind shaking the last few leaves of the trees' branches and the kids laughing down the street.
"Their gone. What now?" Michael breaks the silence, surprisingly, turning his head in her direction.
"Well, actually, I did have one idea, if you'd be up for a bit of traveling." She looks at him, seeing if she could read his face, he didn't speak to let her continue.
"There's a place I've been wanting to go to for a while, and it-" She got suddenly tackled from behind midsentence by Harold, supposedly had not died, but sure will now.
Having to have her pinned to the ground, he began wailing punches to her face, chest, anywhere he could, gripping her mask and yanking it off, she tried to cover with her arms until Michael came up and thrusted his knife into his back, pulling him off Lorelei. She kept her face out of view as she picks up her weapon from the ground and will all her might and strength, she swung it and ripped the man's gut, its contents spilling into the half dead grass and dirt, falling to his knees and face down. Giving a huff as she stared down at the man, thinking he'll get back up again, thankfully not this time.
Michael had looked over out in the yard, going over and picking up what he saw, from behind he handed her mask over her shoulder. She takes it and slips it back on.
"As you were saying?" Michael walked back in her line of sight.
"Right... the place in question, kind of for memories sake, but it will get the heat off us for some time." She looks at him. "Ever heard of Camp Crystal Lake?"