A/N I hope you guys enjoy the second chapter of the remake of My Blood Red Rose. I tried to make it longer but it didn't really work out.

And thanks to Xxnikkigirl123xX for reviewing, it means a lot to me.

I woke up with a start; I blinked several times before looking at my alarm clock.2:47 A.M. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves as I remembered my chilling nightmare. In my dream, I had been standing next to Michael; we were both kids again and having the time of our lives. We were playing in a meadow that I don't ever recall being at before when suddenly Michael had turned into a grown man. His face was covered by a creepy mask and he was holding onto a long kitchen knife with blooding dripping from the tip. I watched on as Michael killed countless of people before my eyes until he turned the knife on me. He had been ready to kill me when I had woken up.

I got out of bed, trying to shake off the nightmare, and headed to the window where I sat on the window seat. I stared outside until I felt myself drifting off to sleep again. I was almost asleep when I heard a slam of a door from outside. I instantaneously sat up and looked around to see where the noise had come from. I spotted a woman walking angrily out of the house across from mine, a man following closely behind her. The man started to scream at the woman while she ignored him and kept walking. I turned away from the window; it was none of my business what was happening between the two of them. I got off the window seat and headed towards my bed. When I dove into the covers I shivered at how cold the sheets had gotten since I left them. I got comfortable, closed my eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

I was woken up by the sounds of sirens going off the next morning at eight o'clock. I was about to go back to sleep when Kim barged in loudly without as much as a knock. I was about to yell at her when I saw tears were rolling off her face, I immediately got out of bed and ran to my friend who looked about ready to collapse. As soon as I put my arms around Kim, she fell to the ground taking me with her. I started to stroke her hair and told her it was going to be alright even though I had no idea why she was crying in the first place. Kim wrapped her arms around me and cried on my shoulder until I felt the tears soaking my shirt. After five minutes of continuous crying, Kim finally calmed down enough to tell me what was wrong.

"They're dead," she wailed. "Jack and Carol Waller are dead, Aubrey! A couple of joggers found their bodies early this morning in a ditch not far from their home! They said they were killed in the most brutally way, they're throats were slashed multiple times! The police say that they probably died a horribly slow death! They were nice people; they were like a second set of parents to me! Why'd they have to die?"

I sat in shock while I held onto Kim who had started crying waterfalls again after she told me the story. I looked towards the window and saw six cop cars, an ambulance, and tons of people standing behind the yellow barrier tape. My eyes widened in grief when I saw paramedics putting two body bags in the back of the ambulance. I turned back to Kim and continued to comfort my distressed friend until she stopped crying. She looked up at me with red eyes and puffy cheeks when she shocked me with her next words.

"They think Michael did it," Kim said bluntly.

I stared at Kim, not believing what I just heard.

"What?" I questioned softly. "But he's at Smith's Grove, right?"

"Michael, got out of the sanitarium awhile ago," she told me quietly after a moment of silence. "It was four Halloween's ago to be exact actually; he's been killing people since then. No one's been able to catch him, Aubrey."

My mouth fell open slightly as I stared at Kim who was looking anywhere but me. That couldn't be true, Michael would never hurt another person, and he had always been so kind to me and Kim. I closed my eyes and pictured the little boy I grow up with, as a cold blood killer. It just didn't feel right.

"That . . . that isn't true, is it?" I stumbled. "Michael . . . the Michael I know isn't . . . he just isn't like that. I know him better."

She gave me a sad smile before nodding, confirming it was true. Kim wrapped her arms around me again and tried to comfort me but I wasn't listening to her. I was staring at the picture I had put on the nightstand of Michael and I. It was taken a week before the night Michael had killed his family; we were both smiling and having fun. I wanted to burst into tears at that moment. Stupid Michael, I thought, why'd he have to do what he did and leave me here all alone!

"Can you leave me please," I asked gently "I'll meet you downstairs."

Kim nodded her head slowly and pulled away from me. She got up and headed out the door but not before giving me a heartbreaking look. She shut the door lightly and walked away with a sad look still present on her face. I sat on the floor a little bit longer before deciding it was best to get up. Before I went to my closet, I walk to my dresser and flipped over the picture of Michael and me. After a minute of thinking, I took off the necklace Michael had given me and put it inside the nightstand as well.

I looked through my closet and pulled out my black jeans, The Used T-shirt, and Vans. I gave up trying to fix my shoulder length dyed black hair and put it into a messy ponytail. I quickly ran downstairs and headed to the kitchen, knowing that's where Kim hangs out in the morning. I was surprised when I saw she wasn't in there but in the living room instead. The TV was on Channel Five News, the newscaster was talking about the murders of Jack and Carol Waller that happened earlier this morning. I paused in mid step and watched the news in grief when the images flashed onto the screen. Kim looked back at me when the news went to commercial; she wiped away some tears before getting up with a smile on her face.

"Ready?" Kim asked cheerfully.

"Yeah," I said cautiously.

She skipped passed me to grab her keys that were sitting on the counter and her coat that was hanging on a chair. She beckoned me to follow her and I did, still worrying about how stable she was right now. Kim opened the garage door and unlocked the car for us; I barely had enough time to close the door before Kim backed out of the garage and sped down the street. She laughed loudly when she saw my scared face and didn't slow down. I had to threaten her with calling the police with kidnapping before she slowed down to match the speed limit. After driving a few minutes, we reached downtown and Kim told me this is where she is dropping me of.

"Okay, Princess, don't get lost," Kim teased. "I'll meet you in this exact spot as soon as school gets out at 2:30; which is in about five hours. I have to get going, I already missed two and half periods. Oh, and try and not hurt yourself, k?"

Kim drove off laughing like a lunatic and I stood their smiling like an idiot at her. I then looked at all the shops surrounding me, trying to decide which shop to try and get an application from. I was about to head into Olive when I glanced to my left and spotted a man just standing there and staring at me. I gasped in horror when I saw the man was wearing the mask from my nightmare; the mask was white and had brown hair. I looked around, hoping to see someone but the streets were empty. I turned back to where I saw the creepy man and was shocked to see he was no longer there. I swallowed nervously before walking into Olive to get an application.

I was sitting on the curb when Kim pulled up beside me, her music blasting so loud I could understand the lyrics clearly. I opened the door to see that three people were sitting in the back seat; all of them had a beer in their hands. I was relieved to Kim didn't have an alcoholic drink in her hand as well. Kim greeted me while the three in the back didn't seem to notice I was even there. I tried talking to Kim but she just pointed at her ear signaling she couldn't hear me so I sunk down in my seat and waited for the ride to be over. I sat up straighter when Kim passed by the house and kept going straight. I turned down the music, much to the displeasure of the three drunks in the back.

"Where are me going," I questioned Kim.

"You'll see," Kim sung with a smile on her face.

I groaned and looked out the window; Kim's surprises were never fun. They either involved one of us getting hurt or doing something illegal. I wasn't really paying any attention to where we were going until I realized we had turned onto my old street. My head popped up instantly, I turned towards Kim who was grinning at me evilly. I tried to object but Kim just turned up the music louder, drowning out my protest. When my friend stopped the car outside the Myer's house, everyone got out but me. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away from Kim's pleading face.

"Come on, Aubrey," said Kim. "Ten minutes, that's all I'm asking! Please!"

"No," I said.

Kim sighed before slamming the door and walking away to catch up with her drunk friends. I watched as Kim and her friends piled into Michael abandoned house one by one. I turned away and looked out my window when the last person entered the house. After a few minutes of doing nothing, I pulled out my application and started to fill it out. I was half way done with it when I heard a scream coming from inside the house. I dropped my pen and paper to the car floor in alarm; I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and ran towards the closed door. I threw open the door and rushed in to see Kim rolling on the ground laughing, tears following from her eyes.

"I knew that would work," Kim said through laughs. "Now that you're here, why don't you stay a while?"

Kim put her arm around my shoulder and led me upstairs, I tried pulling away but she tightened her grip. Kim finally let go when we were at the top of the stairs where all her friends were laying on the ground, smoking and drinking. A boy with long greasy brown hair lifted up his arm and offered Kim a smoke, which she gladly accepted. I tried to pull her away from the cigarette but she shrugged me off and sat next to the boy who offered her the cigarette.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked Kim. "Why are you here in this house, if everyone believes Michael killed the Waller's, huh? Last time I checked this was Michael's home!"

"Maybe this is how I cope," Kim said with narrow eyes. "Since when did you become so judgmental, Aubrey? What happened to the pathetic and whiney girl I use to know way back when? I liked her better than the one standing before me."

My mouth dropped slightly in surprise and in sadness at what Kim had just said. Without another word, I turned around and headed back down the stairs. Behind me, I heard the group of kids taunting and teasing me as I retreated. When I was outside I headed towards Kim's car and grabbed my bag and application before slamming the door. I took off back to where the house was, anger building up inside of me with each step I took. Mom was right, I thought, coming back to this town was a bad idea.

I began walking at a faster pace when dark clouds started to roll in over the horizon and the wind picked up. I pulled on my jacket and put on the hood just as the rain started to pour. I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to get warm. I was about halfway home when I looked across the street and did a fast double take. Standing ten feet (three meters) ahead on the opposite side of the road from me was the same man with the creepy mask from earlier. I stopped dead in my tracks before taking one step back; the man took a step forward. I gasped quietly in horror as the man again took a few more steps towards me. I stared at the frightening man before turning to my left and taking off into some bushes.

I glanced back every so often to see if the man was following but each time he wasn't there. I slowed down my pace when I saw the house in the distance. I saw that Kim's car was parked in the driveway; I was relieved she made it home safe even though she acted the way she did today. I stopped walking fast and slowed down to a steady walk; I tried catching my breath as I got closer to the house. I hadn't run that much since the mile in P.E last semester.

My breathing had finally calmed when suddenly someone wrapped their arm around mine, binding them to my side. My eyes widened and I was ready to scream when a large hand covered my mouth, silencing my screams. I tried struggling with who every was holding me captive but it was really no use; they were too strong for me. I looked up to see who my captor was and was stunned to see who it was. It was the man in the white mask. When I looked into the eyeholes I instantly recognized the cold, unemotional eyes. Michael.