Recap: Tami looks through some of Michael's old pictures of Mina and realizes just how much he meant to her. She decides that he will be safer if he goes to an old abandoned barn where she can take care of him and protect him. Meanwhile, Clarice Black goes to see Dr. Loomis about Michael Myers.

A/N: Sorry I haven't written anything here in about six months! I'm sorry! But I wrote a lot this time to make up for it! (It's five pages on Word!) As always, thanks to everyone reading this!

SlasherXGirl-Thank you so much! Let's see if your prediction comes true here! ^^

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Part 3: Michael's Mina

Chapter 7: Mina Lives

"Just a few more days…Just a few more days…Nothing is going to hurt me now…just a few more…" a frantic stammering came from the room down the hall. Tami's eyes opened when she heard it. Rising from bed she ventured out from the safety of her room and into the long, black hallway.

"Hello?" she called lightly with a tang of fear that she hadn't known for the longest time playing on her tongue. "Is…Is someone there?" she crept down the hall to a room where the door was slightly ajar, allowing for a triangle of light to pour out; an arrow on the ground that led her into the unknown terror that awaited her.

With her hand on the cold, hard wood of the chestnut-colored door, she could feel her neck begin to moisten with sweat. She took a breath and wiped her palms on her nightgown. Then, reluctantly, she forced herself to open the door. It creaked open with a painful wail. She blinked to allow her eyes to adjust to the new light. Then, her gaze rested on the soul figure in the room. A child with long, black hair curled up in a corner of her bed with her back to the door was rocking back and forth and muttering calming words to herself. It frightened Tami as more of that unrecognizable fear clutched her in its grasp.

"Magnolia?" she asked, looking at her little sister. The shivering little girl flinched. Slowly, she lifted her head up. "Maggie? Are…are you alright? What's wrong?"

"Tabitha…" the black-haired girl sobbed. She turned towards her older sister. Tears of blood ran down her cheek from one eye. Where that delicate blue eye should have been was only a bloody, gory mess of tissue. "I can't see, Tabby. I can't see anymore…"

Tami, or Tabby, as was her true name, screamed. What she felt was that full-on long forgotten painful fear that she had only known once in her life. Her heart beat so fast the she wouldn't have been surprised if it exploded in her chest and killed her. And she felt guilt. Could she have saved her? Maggie? MAGGIE?

Inhaling quickly, Tami's eyes shot open. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was racing. Her eyes and cheeks were wet from tears. But Maggie was no longer there. It was dark now. A strange warmth seemed to be wrapped around her. Turning her head slightly, she saw Michael, his hair covering his naked face, sleeping as he held her close to him. He was protecting her and Tami remembered where she was.

"It was only a dream, Tami…" she said to herself quietly, "Only a dream…"

Or rather, a memory. Her sister lost her eye because of their uncle. Hitting her with a belt, the metal buckle pierced her eye. Tami had discovered this at night. She had an archery lesson that day. When she walked home to her house, her uncle who lived with the family because he was too much of a drunkard to hold a job was asleep on the couch and snoring loudly. Her father had picked her up on his way home from work and her mother was on a business trip. After helping her father, just back from a trip himself, with his bags, she went to bed. That night was when she heard her sister in the next door bathroom crying. She held a towel up to her eye as it bled all over the counter. That was the day she learned of her sister's abuse.

She should have gone to her father right there and then. She knew, though, that her mother would have to quit her job in order to take care of her daughters. For this reason, neither of them told anyone. Both parents had to work so that they could pay for the house and food and their uncle's drinking habits. It was a hard, painful life. But they had to get by.

When she matured to an adult, Tami realized how stupid it was for them not to tell. It would have made everything better. As children, though, they couldn't see that.

Back at Loomis' house, Clarice sat at the table as the doctor made coffee for himself.

"I'm just saying that this is a very bad idea. I told you when you came to me fifteen years ago that this was a bad idea, but I think it's an even worse idea now," Loomis was saying.

"I know your opinion, but the point is that for the past fifteen years, I have been on this case. I'll admit I haven't done anything yet, but I'm going to stop this thing in its tracks," the dark haired girl replied.

"Stop it? How do you intend to stop it? Lock him up? You seemed quite opposed to that in the letter you sent me. Kill him? No, you wouldn't do that, would you? You couldn't. And besides, I shot him six times in the chest and he simply got up and walked away."

"We need to control Michael. He's harmless—"

"Harmless? He's harmless, is he? What do you think will help? You're going to talk to him? You can't just confront him. He'll believe he's seen a ghost."

"I could talk—"

"GOD DAMMIT, MINA!" he said slamming his fist down on the table. Clarice immediately stood up.

There was a silence as Clarice stared at him. "They're going to kill him, doctor. And if not, they'll lock him up in chains so that he won't be able to move. I knew him as a child and I know him now."

"You know nothing of him. He's not the child you used to know, Mina."

"Mina King died in a car accident when she was seventeen, doctor. He'll remember."

"I don't doubt it. But what about Mina Clark?"

"Mina Clark is going to give her little sister a visit."

Loomis froze at her words. "Sister?"

"Thank you, doctor, for your help." She spun around and headed for the door. Back in the car, Evander was looking at her. She simply glared back at him.

"Evander, it's time that you knew something about me. This may shock you. My name is Mina Maria Joyce Clark. My parents are two government agents. As a little girl, I was forced to become an agent. I trained long and hard. I moved to a small town with another family so that I would be away from my sisters. I didn't want them to become what I was. The only way I could think to do this was to distance myself from them. I lived a seemingly normal life with another family up here in Illinois. I dealt with child killers all the time. I was to make sure that they were actually to blame as well as were put in the right place. What I wasn't expecting was to babysit for a family that I became so close to. The sister in this family was a little younger than I was, but after lying about my age, I was a lot older."

"How many years?" Evander asked.

"What?" Mina replied confused.

"How many years did you lie about?"

"What does that have to-? Oh, never mind. I was two years younger than I said I was. I looked it, though, and being able to put on all of that makeup helped—"

"Why?"

"What? I'm trying to tell a story! I had to look older because when I was 9, the agent who was portraying my sister was 23 and made herself look 16 so that it would be believable that we were sisters. Now are you going to shut up and let me continue?"

The timid young man nodded.

"The family was the Myers family. Leah who played my sister had been in the town for years and was going to train me. She babysat the young Myers girl. When I moved there, I was nine. Since she knew that she would have to leave within three years, I needed to learn to babysit and look like a normal teenage girl. At the age of eleven, it seemed acceptable that I would be able to babysit with my older sister. A few months after I got there, Michael Myers was born. Judith and Michael were both very pleasant as children. When I was eleven and playing thirteen, it seemed only right that I could babysit them both on my own. Judith never really liked me. She was one of those girls who didn't think she needed a babysitter. But little Michael absolutely did. I was his babysitter for ten years. I knew him since he was born. He became like my little brother…"

She paused, lost in a memory again. She was fifteen years old. She was fighting with her stage father, Maxwell, in the basement. Or, rather, training with him. Flipping, pushing off the wall into a backflip, spinning, jumping, and lunging. Suddenly she miss-stepped and fell on her back.

"Son of a bitch!" she grunted and she rolled to the side and back onto her feet.

"I honestly don't know how you do it, Mina," Maxwell said, "You cuss and fight and act like the toughest girl I know at home, but out there, you're the sweetest, most innocent thing ever." He grabbed a bucket and threw it at her.

"Well, it's really what I do, Max! I guess I'm just a great actress!" she dodged his attack.

"And you enjoy it?" he grabbed a shovel.

"With the Myers, I do. Michael's the sweetest kid I know!" she cartwheeled over to where a rake was.

"Good. I hope you don't mind doing a little acting tonight?" he asked as he went to hit her with the shovel.

She blocked it with the pole of the rake and flipped the shovel out of his hands. "Of course not! I frigging love seeing that kid!" she pinned him to the wall.

"Alright, then. Enough for the night. Time for you to get to work!" he said.

"Great! Can I borrow the car?"

"You're only fifteen!"

"No, I'm seventeen, remember?"

"Alright, then! Hurry up!"

She ran to the door and got ready for the night. Walking in, she remembered hearing her name being called as little Michael ran down the hall. She scooped him up and immediately remembered that she shouldn't have been that strong. Normal teenage girls who were as short and as tiny as she was couldn't lift six year olds. But Michael never seemed to care.

"Mina! So glad you could come!" Edith said as she always did.

"Miss Black? Umm…Miss Black? You were saying something…?" Evander asked.

Mina snapped out of her memory and looked at the boy again. "Right. I'm sorry…As I was saying, I became very close to Michael. He obviously had a crush on me as all little boys did with their babysitters. But I loved him, too. I thought of him as a brother. Soon, though, this became too dangerous. I had to leave and there was no way I could do it and lose contact with the Myers. Therefore, my father in that town decided it would be easier for me to fake my own death. He always had a creative way of doing so, saying I fell down the stairs and hit my head. This, though, had to be changed for reasons I still don't understand to him abusing me. After that was when Michael killed his sister. It was upsetting for me, but that's why I requested to watch over him, even though I was not investigating children anymore. I came back from Springwood, Ohio and gave up on the Elm Street case to work on Michael's case. When he was locked up, I confronted his doctor and explained who I was. I made sure that Michael would never know about whom I really was and that I could protect him. I even portrayed a nurse once just to make sure he was happy.

"It wasn't long, though, before I got the news that my sister, Tabitha, had murdered her boyfriend and our uncle. Rightfully, so, too. Our uncle was abusive towards our youngest sister. Her boyfriend was cheating on her and planned to rape and murder his new girlfriend. Tabby, of course, didn't know that about her boyfriend. Still, I wanted to help her and Michael so I led her to the hospital Michael was at. She became a nurse there and was very, very good. Michael, no doubt, fell in love with her. And now I need to find her to find him."

"You're going to try to protect him, aren't you? You're trying to save him?" Evander asked, "We're supposed to capture him!"

"Evander, need I remind you that 1) I'm in charge here, 2) I have a loaded gun in my pocket, and 3) no one would believe you? Now drive."