Recap: Two years after Tami ran away from Smith's Grove, she found Michael in her new home town of Haddonfield. When they were reunited in the Myers' house, she realized Michael had been shot. Michael passed out and Tami dressed his wounds, then curling up on the couching and falling asleep. There, Edith Myers, Michael's mother, reached out and showed her bits of Michael's past including his babysitter, Mina, who looked exactly like Tami. Tami learned that Michael had fallen in love with Mina and was devastated the day she was killed in an "accident" that she later found out was caused by Mina's drunken father pushing her down the stairs to her death. Edith begged Tami to help her son. Tami realized it was because of her resemblance to Mina that Michael was so fond of her.

A/N: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO so so so so so so sooooo sorry that I haven't updated in a long time! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! :) This next chapter may get confusing as I'm kind of leaving Michael and Tami for some of it and taking a look at another VERY important character (who I think you'll be very glad to hear about even though you don't know why yet!) and therefore, it may get a little confusing. But I promise it'll be good!

Thanks again to Luv4RobPattz and SlasherXGirl! Glad you both like this!

Part 3: Michael's Mina

Chapter 6: Clarice Black's Hunt

Clarice Black was a member of the government. According to her country, she didn't exist. She was never born, never raised, never lived, and never died. But she had done all of these things. Now she was assigned to a special sector of the FBI. Her current mission was to hunt down a dangerous killer with seemingly supernatural powers. This was Michael Audrey Myers. One Halloween, only a short while ago, he had broken out and killed several teens. He had attempted to kill Laurie Strode, or rather, Laurie Myers, his sister. Very few people knew this. Clarice was one of them.

Clarice had heard Michael's story before she was assigned to him. She had requested that if anything was wrong with him that she's be the one to find him. It was a sort of dark obsession she had with him. But it was deeper than that, although she'd never explain why.

Now she was in Smith's Grove Illinois. They, Clarice and her young partner Evander George, had just left the hospital.

"Where are we going now?" Evander asked glancing over into the passenger's seat where Clarice was sorting through a pile of photocopied paper and handwritten notes on Michael Myers.

"Give me a sec, will you?" she snapped and pulled out a small piece of paper from the bottom of the pile, "Ah! Here it is! This go to this address," she read the slip to him.

"Alright. What's there?" he asked.

"Evan, who's in charge here?"

"You are ma'am,"

"And who's an intern?"

"Me, ma'am,"

"Good. Now drive and don't ask stupid questions,"

He sighed. Never could he impress her. He could state the most amazing facts, but unless they were about Michael Myers, it hardly mattered. She always seemed to be lost in a day dream of some faraway place or time.

Back in Haddonfield, Michael awoke to someone stroking his hair. Normally, he would have stabbed whoever it was, but his knife was no longer with him and a soft voice prevented him from doing anything.

"Morning, Mikey!" the girl chimed. He looked up to see Tami (dressed normally now) sitting next to him. "I made breakfast!" she announced, "Well, I made it at my house. Your house doesn't have gas or electricity or water. But that doesn't matter! I brought eggs from my place! Come on! I prepared a nice little breakfast for us!"

She stood up and pulled him to his feet. Then she led him to the kitchen where she had cleaned up the table a little bit and set up two plates. Michael noticed something strange about her, though. She was acting weird. He wanted to say something about it, but he didn't talk. He sat down and stared at his food. For some reason, he wasn't hungry today. It was probably the late night he had had murdering a bunch of innocent teens, but who knew?

"So how'd you sleep?" she asked with a bright smile. Tami could feel Edith watching her and rolling her eyes. Why was she trying to start a conversation with someone who was practically mute? Not the smartest idea. Michael just stared back at her.

There was another moment of silence. Tami wondered if her dream had been only that: a dream. Maybe Mina never even existed. But the question was eating her up inside like some sort of parasite.

"Did you know a girl named Mina?" she asked suddenly.

Mina? Mina? Did he know someone named 'Mina?' How did she know about Mina? Michael's eyes flashed up and he looked at her in shock.

Yes. Yes, he knew Mina.

Michael couldn't remember the first time he met her. It seemed her always knew her. She never seemed to age, but she was always older than him. He remembered another girl, too. Her name was Leah and she was Mina's older sister. She had been a babysitter until Mina was 13. How old was he then? 2? 3? He remembered the two coming over together to watch them.

Leah had been an ugly woman. She had freckles all over her. Where there weren't freckles, there had been pimples. Her hair was dull and always greasy. She always wore some sort of track suit that made her legs look like two sausages. She had horrible teeth and her nose was crooked, probably from breaking it as a kid.

But Mina was completely different. Her hair was shiny and she had the most beautiful smile. She dressed respectably: not too slutty and not completely covered up in some sort of baggy outfit. In the winter she had a coat on that she took off after she was inside and was usually wearing jeans, sneakers, and a long sleeved shirt under a T-shirt. In summer, she would wear capris or a skirt and a tank top. For fall, she always had a jean vest, a long sleeved shirt, and skinny jeans with a pair of cowboy boots.

Michael always liked her best in spring, though. She often wore flats or small heels as she got older with a dress or a skirt. Her shirts were always flowery and ruffled. But what he always loved was the fact that she had flowers from the park woven into her hair. They always made her smell nice.

One of his fondest memories of her was when she came to pick him up on Easter to bring him to the park for the big egg hunt all the children loved so much. She was probably fifteen then. She was wearing a pastel pink dress that went to her knee with silver heels that were open toed and had a large pink flower on the side. Her toes were painted pink like her fingernails and she was carrying a little purse over her shoulder. Her hair was braided and pink, yell, and white flowers were in it. She smiled at Michael, although he hardly recognized her.

"Ready to go, Mikey?" she asked.

"Mina?" he asked in shock. It only made her laugh.

"Of course! Who do you think I am? A kidnapper?" she joked as she picked him up. As he remembered, she was always strong, although her arms were thin.

Michael now stood up from his place at the table and began to walk away.

"Michael, wait!" Tami called, "Wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Michael. I didn't mean to…"

Michael sighed and looked back at her. Mina…She looked like Tami. He now consciously realized that. He had always known there was a deeper reason to why he liked her, but he hadn't realized until now what it was. Was it really because of her resemblance to his late babysitter that he liked her? It was almost sad. Tami was innocent like Mina. Mina was very innocent. He was certain that even when she was in her early twenties and babysitting him that she was still a virgin. She likely never had been around drugs or alcohol while in high school. And Tami? She was innocent…but she had that dark little secret. Maybe everyone who seems so pure is hiding something. What was Mina hiding, then?

He knew it wasn't fair to be mad at Tami for what happened to Mina. She didn't know the girl and she had nothing to do with the accident. It was Mina's father's fault, wasn't it?

Michael knew what really happened to Mina. He had known when the new babysitter came. He heard the old woman talking to his mother about it. That was the day he realized all people who were not innocent were evil. Alcohol was poison. Her father was poisoned by it and therefore he killed Mina. Judith had been smoking pot and he heard her arguing with Mina, threatening to get her fired. He hated to admit it, but she chose his victims. Anyone who wasn't Mina was dead to him.

Then there was Tami. She had acted like Mina when he first met her. She had looked like Mina. Subconsciously, she was Mina to him. He now tried to remind himself that Tami wasn't Mina. He tried imaging killing Tami (a simple task with any other victim) but it was now impossible. He had grown to love her because he tried to love her. Now he couldn't hate her. And he didn't want to.

Michael took her hand and led her upstairs into his bedroom again. She sat down on the bed and Michael shoved his way into the closet. His hands groped about on the ground and found a loose floorboard he had taken out many times when he was little. He removed it now and reaching in, he pulled up a small wooden box. He brought it over and handed it to Tami as he sat down on the bed beside her.

Tami looked at the dark wooden box. On the lid was a black and white picture of a smiling girl of about thirteen or fourteen in a light colored dress who was holding a bouquet of flowers. The words under the picture were carved in by what appeared to be a child:

Mina Joyce King
July 1968-March 1989

Tami looked at the girl. She looked more like her little sister in that picture. It was the way her hair was. Like her little sister always loved to wear it.

Tami slowly lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a mess of scrap papers and a few other objects. There was a stack of pictures that she lifted out first. Some were black and white and others were in color. Mina was in all of them. They were in order, too, showing Mina and the family as they grew up. The first picture was of a young, flat-chested girl holding a baby. Next to her was an older girl who seemed to be a much heavier version of her. She flipped the picture around where it was written "Leah King: 16, Mina King: 11, Michael Myers: 5 months."

The next picture was the same two girls with a little girl. On the back, it indicated the youngest girl was a 7-year-old Judith. Tami wondered why Michael kept this one. Didn't he hate Judith? She would have asked, but knew that A) that was personal, and B) he couldn't talk and wouldn't be able to answer her.

After that, she saw a twelve-year-old Mina holding Michael while Leah held Judith. After the picture where Mina was thirteen Leah disappeared and there were more than one picture for each age. At fourteen, Mina's long hair was in pigtails that must have been a foot long as evident by a picture where she was hanging upside-down from her knees on the monkey bars at a playground wearing big sunglasses. Fifteen, there was a lot more of her and Michael. There was one of them both on the steps holding a kitten. Tami didn't know if it was they Myers kitten or Mina's, but she assumed it to be Mina's as she never remembered anything about the Myers' owning a cat.

There were at least fifty pictures. Ones that stood out to her though were Mina at fourteen at Michael's birthday party in the back yard. The party was actually a series of three photos. One was just a group a kids sitting around the picnic table. Mina was there playing with a bunch of the children. The next was Michael getting served a piece of cake by Mina and looking at it in disgust. The last was Mina on the ground covered in cake that had obviously been thrown at her by the kids. She had a huge smile on her face even though her lovely pastel dress was completely ruined.

There was another of her at a much older age with Michael in a tree that they had climbed. There was one of Michael, Judith, and Mina all asleep on the couch. Mina playing with Michael in the woods on a hike. Swimming in a lake on a summer's day. Michael kissing Mina on the cheek around Christmas time under the mistletoe. And a Christmas card from Mina's family connected with a paperclip to one of a family reunion for Mina's family. It was strange. Some of the people looked slightly familiar to Tami, but she assumed that that only made sense as the strange resemblance they shared.

What Tami did learn was that Mina had been a huge part of Michael's life, similar to a sister, it seemed. One much better than Judith, too.

"Michael, you really did love her, didn't you?" she asked, but Michael wasn't looking at her. He was lost in a memory that Tami desperately wanted to be in with him, but how was that possible.

She sighed and closed the box. "Michael, you do know that it's not safe for you to stay here, don't you?" she asked. Michael obviously didn't answer, so she continued, "You can stay in the old barn on Holden Road. No one ever goes in there now. It's too hard to get to. I can bring you things every day like food. I'll be there whenever I can, I promise,"

Away in a little town outside of Smith's Grove, Clarice got out of the car. "Just stay here. I'll be out soon," she told Evander. Then she walked up to the front door and knocked on it. An older man opened it. "Dr. Sam Loomis?" she asked and the man nodded, "I'm Officer Clarice Black," she flashed her badge, "I need to talk to you about something. May I come in?"

Samuel Loomis looked at her with surprise, but had almost expected something like this to happen. "Yes, of course," he said and stepped aside. He led her to the living room and had her sit down in a chair across from where he sat on the couch. "Would you like me to get you something? Coffee?"

"No, thank you," she replied, "Now you probably have already guessed this, but I'm here to talk to you about Michael Myers,"

"Yes. I assumed so," he paused and looked at her for a moment longer than was normal. Clarice ignored this.

"Is now a bad time?" she asked politely.

"No, not at all," he replied and looked her in the eye. Then he squinted at her.

"I can leave—"

"Oh!" his face lit up with surprise and realization, "I hardly recognized you,"

"It's been a while, doctor," she said.