A/N Well this is it guys, the remake of My Bloody Red Rose! I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

I told you guys everything might be done by Sunday (yesterday) but it's not :( Sorry about that. I'm only on the second chapter, which is almost finished, yay! It's because I was hanging out with my best friend who I only get to see once a year. But anyway, I will try and get all the chapters out by, hopefully, Friday but I really cannot guarantee it. Anyway just enjoy the first installment of the remake.

It was Halloween 1963, the day my life changed forever. I was eight at the time and best friends with ten year old Michael Meyers. I had met Michael when I first moved to Haddonfield, Illinois; some older boys and girls were picking on me because I was a little small for my age. Michael had come to my rescue for reasons I'm still unsure of today.

"Hey you how's the weather down there?" asked a large boy with short brown hair.

I glanced behind me and glared slightly at the boy. I had been always too shy to stick up for myself and say what I felt. So, instead of voicing one of the many insults going through my head, I chose to walk away. I heard the group of kids following closely behind me; I could even feel one of them breathing down my neck. I tried speeding up my pace but it only caused the kids to speed up theirs. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw two of the larger boys start to walk on either side of me. My heart started to beat faster when I realized they were trying to close in on me.

"Hey kid, I was talking to you," said the same boy with brown hair.

I ignored him as I did before, until he grabbed my shirt. He pulled me closer, so close I could smell beer, even though he was underage, coming from his open mouth. The boy then threw me to the ground and put his foot on my chest to hold me down. I struggled to get up but to no prevail, the boy was putting too much of his weight onto my small body.

"Okay, listen here four eyes," the boy said to me. "When I talk to you, then you listen, when I tell you to talk to me, you will. Got it?"

I stared with wide eyes at him then looked to his friends who were all sneering and some were giggling at my pain. I tried getting up but the boy just put more pressure on my chest. After only a few moments like that, I started having trouble breathing and seeing black spots clouding up my vision. I grabbed onto the boy's leg and tried to push him off me but it only caused him to lift his foot and kick me hard in the face. I cried out in pain when I felt blood running down my face from my mouth. The kids around me started to laugh again while others continued to taunt me.

"You should leave her alone, Noah," said an unemotional voice.

Noah turned away from me and glared at the boy who had just arrived. I twisted my head around to see a boy who looked a few years older than I was with long blonde hair and blue eyes. When I looked into his eyes, I had to turn away quickly because of the blankness I saw in them. It scared me that a human could have such little emotion.

"This doesn't involve you Myers," a blonde hair girl said. "So get lost."

There were murmurs of agreement coming from the small crowd. I noticed though that some of the kids stepped back slightly from the newcomer; while the rest of them had back away five feet. I looked at the kids face's and saw some had a look of disgust on their face while others looked ready to bolt from the scene.

"Yeah, Myers why don't you go back home to your whore of mother and your slut sister," said a boy who was standing behind Noah.

I stared at the Myers kid, his faced seemed unfazed by the insults but his eyes were on fire. The new boy took a step towards the group, his hands curled up into a fist. Noah suddenly lifted his foot off me somewhat, I took the opportunity to try and get up. Noah looked down and saw me trying to escape and pushed me back to the ground with his foot. He smirked at me and laughed a little.

"I didn't say you could get up, brat," growled Noah, who put even more weight on his foot.

Again, I started to lose Oxygen and struggled to get more air before I was suffocated. I heard the kids around me laughing nervously at what was happening. Before I knew it, the weight was off my chest and Noah was on the ground with a bloody nose. The bully was holding his bleeding nose and trying to crawl away. I looked back to see the Myers kids standing less than a foot away from me, his fist was red. On the ground were blood stains that came from Noah's nose.

"I told you, to leave her alone," the blonde kid said slowly and deadly."You should leave. Now."

Noah and his friends gave one last lethal look before running off into the darkening street. I turned towards my savoir and smiled slightly at him. He didn't return the smile; he just stared at me blankly before walking away.

"Thank you for helping me," I said in a quiet voice as the boy retreated. "I'm Aubrey, by the way."

The boy stopped in mid step and turned back around to face me. The stone cold face he had on before was slightly gone but he wasn't smiling. We stayed like that until his stare got uncomfortable for me and I twisted around to go home. Before I could get to far, I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I jumped a little and turned around to see the boy staring at me with a serious look on his face.

"I'm Michael," he said after a few moments.

I smiled lightly at Michael and tried to pull away from him but Michael tightened his grip on my shoulder. After a few moments of Michael holding onto my shoulder, he finally let go and walked away from me.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Michael said suddenly over his shoulder.

I nodded my head even though he couldn't see it and headed back to my new house. That day was the beginning of our odd friendship; he would always defend me when Noah or any other kids tried to pick on me. We would camp outside in a tent and watch the stars, watch scary movies until we, or more likely me, got too scared to continue, but all of this would end we Halloween came.

I had asked Michael if he would go trick or treating with me, and he agreed of course, because Halloween was his favorite holiday. But unfortunately when Halloween did come around, I come down with the flu. Because of that my mom canceled my plans of going out with Michael and made me stay home. When I called Michael to tell him I couldn't go, he sounded out of it and depressed. I had gotten a bad vibe when I talked to him, but I ignored the feeling and talked to him before he abruptly ended our conversation.

I don't know when I fell asleep but I remember waking up to many sirens wailing outside my house. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times before stumbling to look outside my window. I stared out in alarm, there were police and news crews swarming around outside. My mouth dropped open when I realized everyone was focused on the Myers house. I cried out when I saw Michael being lead out of his house in handcuffs by police. I quickly ran down stairs and pushed passed my parents who were standing by the window watching it all happen. My dad had tried to stop me but was to slow to catch me.

I shoved my way through the adults that were packing the streets trying to get a look at what was happening. When I reached an opening in the people, I saw the police officer putting Michael in the cop car. I screamed and ran towards him; Michael looked over at me and gave a small smile before turning away from me. Just before I reached Michael, an officer grabbed and restrained me. I struggled in man's grip and tried to bite his hand but was unable to. Michael turned back to look at me and saw me struggling with the officer. His eyes narrowed on the man holding me and tried to open the back door but was unsuccessful. He watched from in the car with hate filled eyes while the officer wrestled me to the ground. While I was forced to sit on the grass with an officer hold me down, I watched as they took my best friend away from me.

I did visit Michael in Smith's Grove Sanitarium every once in a while. It was normally uneventful, I would talk about my day and he would listen, sometimes he would say something. That's how it went before my parents decided that Haddonfield wasn't the place to raise a family after my mom learned she was pregnant with her second child. They thought if one child could murder his family, then what's stopping him from murdering another.

When I told Michael the bad news, I expected him to be upset but he wasn't. He just stared at me for a few minutes before turning away. I moved to Florida the following week, never expecting to return to the town where my friend killed his family; but plans change as you grow older. I chose to come back to Haddonfield after I graduated high school a semester early and would be attending DeVry University in the fall. My childhood friend, the only person I kept in touch here, Kimberly Brown invited me to live with her until it was time to go to university.

"Welcome to your new home, Aubrey," I heard Kimberly say behind me.

I turned around to face my friend who was holding four of my bags in her hands. Her blonde hair fell into her face slightly while her brown eyes were showing that she hadn't been sleeping well recently. I reached out and grabbed two of the bags from her hands, Kim smiled at me before digging through her purse to try and find her keys. I looked around the neighborhood while Kim continued looking through her seemingly endless purse. I shivered a little when I realized how creepy Kim's neighborhood was at night. I was turning back when I saw I figure move in the darkness; I froze in fear. I continued watching the figure until it came out from the shadows. I relaxed when I saw it was only a cat strolling the neighborhood.

I spun around just in time to see Kim open the door and head inside. I took one more glance at my new home before stepping into Kim's house. The scent of pine hit my nose as soon as I walked through the doorway. Kim headed upstairs once we got inside to drop of my bags in my new room. I stood in the hallway looking around and taking it all in. Kim's house hadn't changed much from the last time I had been here which was when I was about ten. Kim's family still had the same furniture and wall hangings; the only thing that really changed was the portraits of the family on the wall. I glanced back at the stairs to see Kim sliding down the railing with her hands in the air. I laughed as she tried to balance on the railing.

"I always wanted to do that," she said when her feet touched the ground. "Now that my parents are out of town, I can! Anyway, are you hungry or anything? I made casserole just before I went to pick you up from the airport, I can heat it up if you want."

"Nah, I'm good," I said. "It's late anyway. We should probably get to bed since you have school tomorrow and I have to look for a job."

"Party killer," Kim pouted. "You're probably right though, mom would kill me if she found out I skipped first and second period again. Your room is the first door on the left, try not to get lost."

Kim winked at me before skipping off to the kitchen in search of her casserole. I laughed at her antics before walking up stairs to find my bedroom. When I reached my room, I immediately jumped onto my bed and closed my eyes, the day's events finally catching up to me. After a few moments of having my eyes shut, I opened them again and looked in the direction of Michael's old home. I sighed in sadness when I remembered what my friend had done when he was just ten years old. I turned away from the window and closed my eyes, blocking out any memories I had of my former friend. A thought suddenly came to me as I was drifting into sleep. Maybe I'll go see Michael tomorrow, I thought, I wonder if he'll remember me?