The cult moved into the room, circling Jamie and the others. Slowly, they forced them out into the main room. They were outnumbered roughly 3 to 1, so they didn't have much choice except to go where they led. When they reached their destination, Jamie was horrified. There, before her, stood the altar where Wynn had raped her years before. She had no idea if this was the same place, but she recognized the altar itself. Jamie panicked. Turning on her heel, she began to fight her way through the Thorn followers.
However, the members of Thorn weren't prepared for Jamie's newly found ability. The supernatural strength of Michael Myers. She plowed through the cultists, bringing many down with just a punch. Tommy and John followed her lead, although nowhere near as effectively. Michael wasn't able to help. His mind couldn't process being violent, as it still hadn't accepted what he had done in the past. He did, however, shove any Thorn member who came near him. A push from Michael sent a person flying across the room, so he still managed to be more effective than John or Tommy.
By the time they were through, Michael didn't have a scratch on him. John and Tommy were bruised and bloody, but not seriously injured. It was Jamie who was perched on the chest of a Thorn, repeatedly punching him in the face. John and Tommy pulled her off of him. Somehow, the man was still alive, but just barely.
The man managed to speak. "It won't do you any good."
Jamie's eyes bored into his. "What do you mean?" she asked forcefully.
The man laughed. "There is nothing you can do. The curse cannot be broken. Not by you, not by me, not by anyone. Do you think Danny was the only potential? This is something that has existed for centuries. There are others, many of them. The next has already been called. When the time comes, they will kill, and start the cycle again.
We're not the only ones, girl. The Thorn is everywhere. It doesn't matter how many of us you kill, there will be another waiting, waiting to call forth the next chosen. There's no way to tell who that one will be, not even for us. However," he laughed again, "The chosen one does have a tendency to come from the same bloodline. It's part of the curse, you see. Part of the curse is the destruction of the family. By calling more than one killer, it increases the odds. When the family is destroyed, the curse is fulfilled, and the chosen will die."
The man's words grew more and more raspy. Jamie absorbed this information with horror, as the man gasped for breath. Finally, an eerie rattle in his chest was heard. The man choked for air a few more times, then laid down his head and was still. He was dead.
Jamie said nothing. Tommy came to her and pulled her into his arms. When her shock subsided, Jamie's head jerked back and she wailed. Tommy held her as she cried. "It's okay. Jamie, come on. Let's go home. Let it go. There's nothing more you can do. We'll get away from here, me, you, and Stephen. We'll start a new life... together."
His words hurt Jamie worse than anything she could have imagined. She'd survived so much in her life, and yet, it was this that cut her to the core. "No, Tommy. I can't. I have to leave," Jamie said.
"No. We'll go with you. We'll be fine, you'll see. We'll disappear. No one will ever find us. We'll get Michael put into some sort of jail or something where they can keep him when the spell breaks. He'll never find us. If another killer does show up, they won't either," Tommy told her.
"If you're careful enough, it can work. God knows, my mother made sure I knew every mistake she'd ever made. If there's enough distance, he can't sense you. It was only you and Michael combined that could find me," John offered.
"NO!" Jamie cried out. "You don't understand. You don't see it. The same bloodline... The mark. I could be the next one. I've already got so many of Michael's abilities, I'm probably the one." Tommy shook his head, not wanting to accept what she was saying. Jamie cupped his face in her hands, crying. "Take him away. Get Stephen as far away as you can. Promise me this. I don't want anything to hurt him. Please don't let me hurt him," Jamie begged. Tommy cried with her, but he nodded.
Jamie turned to John. "Hide. Hide as deeply as you can. Make sure nobody knows who you are or where you're from. Forget everything you know about your past; about being a Myers." John nodded sadly. After all this... they'd gotten nowhere. They hadn't acheived a single thing. They'd failed.
"I'll take Michael. We're going to as far away as possible. I can't kill him, I can't kill myself, but I can make it harder for us to find you." She looked at Tommy again. "Please, please don't ever let us find you."
"You have to go," Jamie told them. "Please, just hurry. Get away from here," Jamie begged. John had to pull Tommy away. He forced the man out of the building. It was John who drove Tommy home. "Listen," John told Tommy, "I know you want to go back there. But we both know the truth in what she's saying. Any moment now, she'll more likely than not become the same thing Michael is. If that happens, it won't be Jamie anymore. Jamie, the Jamie you know, would want you and her boy safe. You have to do this for her." Slowly, Tommy nodded. He climbed out of the car and headed inside.
John knew he had to get home and get cleared out quickly. He knew the police would look for him if he just disappeared. It took no time at all for John to clear his life and walk away from it, yet again.
Tommy started packing Stephen up before the boy even awoke. He had the car packed up with everything it could hold. When Stephen awoke, he didn't say a word, just stared at his father. Without being asked, Tommy sat down on the couch in front of the boy. "Stephen, we're going to go away for a while. I know you're going to be upset, but we're moving. We're going to have a new life from here on out, buddy." Stephen didn't respond. "Hey, buddy, I know this is alot. But it's for the best, okay?" Still no response from the little boy. Tommy grew frustrated with what he perceived as an angry silent treatment. "Stephen?" Tommy said. "Stephen," he said more firmly when the boy still did not say anything. Finally, Tommy grabbed Stephen on the shoulders and shook him slightly. "STEPHEN!"
Tommy never saw the knife Stephen held behind his back, not until the little boy brought it up and plunged it directly into his heart. The last thing Tommy ever saw were his young son's eyes. Stephen's cold, black eyes.
AN: Special thanks to Spooky Fox, Orange Rain, Megumisakura, Neko, Nathan, Envious Fidelity, Niko-Chan, and Chris for their reviews! This story would not have existed without your requests.