A/N: Introducing some new character's persona's...
Behind Those Dark Eyes Part Three: Mr. Sandman
The radio plays aloud in the police department. Last night was a long night for me. I don't understand- we were friends. I sit here at my desk, papers piled in front of me. I'm so tired after three weeks of searching. Searching for a friend of mine, she was a good friend during the school days. Kalli. Kalli Quander. I made sure that girl was safe, and knew about everything before the whole town knew. She was a cheerful person, although she never smiled. And yet, with almost no emotion, she still managed to make ME smile whenever I see her. I look outside the window in my office, and he seems to be a winter womderland out there, pure white. Small crystal like flurries fall from the sky and pile up on the ground. Looks like the kids may not have school tomorrow, and yet we're thinking of putting the whole town on lockdown because of two serial killers. Just thinking about poor Kalli makes me feel sik to my stomach- what she's become. There's a knock at my door, and I get up to go answer it. I open the door, and there stands a young man, a large smile on his face, and his cheery brown eyes.
It must be the new recruit..."Hello, here come in." I say, letting him in, and I shut the door behind him. I signal for him to have a seat over in one of the chairs in front of my desk. I take a seat at my desk, and pull out the form he had signed. "How old did you say you were again?" I ask, looking at him. "Sir, I'm 16. I'm in need of a job. My family needs the money- we had lost our house. I don't live in Haddonfield, but this is the only police d department that would have accepted me, sir. I'm in high school, 11th grade. I'm going to strive to get a good scholarship to the college of Haddonfield. I'm doing this on the behalf of my family sir." He says, his expression more stern, and yet his eyes show excitement. "Alright, so you say you can be serious at times, and you- " I get cut off by the alarms blaring, and and my walki-talki telling me that we found Michael. Michael Myers. I shoot up from my chair, quickly putting on my supply belt, and reaching into one of my drawers, and toss the uniform to him, and give him a supply belt. "Meet me out there, here's the coordinates." I say, holding out a map. He takes it, and happily nods.
I grin at him, never seeing a kid so eager to help out. "You ever been trained on the field, kid?" I ask. "Well-" he starts, but I quickly say with a smirk, "Well, today will be your training. So get your butt out there." I pat him on the shoulder, and quickly run out, and into my car, turning on the sirens and hitting the accelerator. I sure hope that kid has a driver's liscense, because he missed his ride. Not like he would of made it in time to catch it. I see him running after the car, and I burst out laughing. There were no police cars left, and I had just left him there. Boy, have I gotten meaner. I stop the car, and wait for him to run up the the door, and I unlock it. Just as he pulls on the handle, I lock it again. He shivers outside in the snow, and I unlock it, him slightly hesitant to open the door. He puts his jittery hand on the handle, and I lock it again. He smiles, understanding I was just toying with him. He grins, I unlock it,.and he opens it and takes a seat, shutting the door tight. He buckles up, and I hit the accelerator again, causing him to grip the arm rest. "Uhm, sir, may I request that you slow down a tiny bit?" He asks me, his face flush. "Sure thing," I say, speeding up, but then jolt to a stop, and he lunges forward, and just laughs. "G-good one sir!" He smiles. Man, this kid doesn't take these things so personal like any of my other recruits. Just can't wait to see him in the field.
I pull up to the scene, which seems to be a large forested area, and I quickly get out of the car, seeing others' cars parked all over the place, like a big crowd. I run out into the forest, where I see Officer Ford and Sherriff Brackett with guns in hand, looking into the dark forest. The recruit runs up behind me, and I stop when I am close enough to the two. "Chris! I thought you wouldn't show up!" Officer Ford shouts. The recruit catches up with me, a big grin on his face. "Hey, kiddo, what's in there will sure as heck wipe the smile right off your face," Sherriff Brackett says. I sigh, and the kid's eyes only got brighter, and his smile wider. "Sir, smiling is a great thing, it shows off your personality, and how welcoming you are," he says. "Well, this guy ain't human. And he doesn't smile. He won't hesitate to kill you. So keep your gun ready," Sherriff Brackett says. And heads into the forest. "At least we ain't livin' in Woodsboro." Ford says, with a chuckle. "Prank calling teens, and becoming a freaky ghost faced serial killer, that is apparently several people? Ha!" Ford remarks, and I shake my head. The recruit's smile has remained intact. I shake my head again, my gun within my iron grip. A small twig snaps behind us, and everyone turns around.
Nothing. I sigh, and then turn around. I am met with the pale white mask of that infamous man...I raise my gun, but he quickly smacks me out of the way, no problem. I hit the ground hard, and spot Ford firing his weapong at him. "Where are the others?" Sherriff Brackett yells. "Kid! Look out!" I quickly yell. Myers is right behind him. The kid turns around slowly, and fires his gun at point blank right into Myers' stomach. My heart leaps, as the kid hits him in the head with the butt of his gun. "You go kid!" I cheer him on, but Michael quickly brings his knife directly down into the kid's chest, blood spraying everywhere. Rage fills me. I get up, and charge at Myers. I punch him in the face several times, and pick up a fallen branch, and hit him hard with it. I stop when he goes to stagger away, and I hear the coughing of the recruit. I drop the now bloody branch, and kneel down next to the recruit.
The recruit is as bloody as all get out, and yet he is still smiling! "Sir..." he starts, and I call for the paramedics.
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Everything seems to slow down for me, although I had tried to save Officer Chris, but I guess I did good enough, because he is alive and well. I feel a strange substance pouring out from my mouth, as I begin to tremble, my breath unsteady. My life flashes before my eyes, and I think of my family. My mother and my father, my baby sister, and my older brother. I smile, which is what I do best, and I want Officer Chris to tell my family about me. Not to make me the most memorable because I literally am dying on my first on field training, and I don't want myself to be in the news. "Officer Chris...may I request something?" I ask, and a smile creeps up on his face. "Yes kid?" He asks, his eyes accepting the fact that I had saved him. "My name is Gabriel, and I request that you tell my family that I love them." I say, and he shakes his head. "No! You aren't going to die on me!" He yells, and I just smile, and let darkness overcome me.
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The kid- Gabriel- is dead. On his first on field mission thanks to Michael Myers. I am going to slaughter him. Make sure he dies.
One of the policemen exiting their cars had their radio bursting loud, and the song 'Mr Sandman' rings throughout the death filled air.
I stand, watching this happen. My fake and carved smile no longer burning. I had forgotten to bundle up, so now I am in my rolled up sleeved leather jacket. Gripping my bloody pliers in my hand, with white knuckle rage. I spot Chris, my best friend in school when Michael left, and I just stare. I haven't seen him since he had given me that warning about Michael. Officer Chris
was a strange and hard person to read, much like me. A shy character, yet will crack jokes in his spare time. I remember him always being protective of me, making sure I stayed out of trouble- but that was after I had lost Michael. But now I got a short glimpse of him.
Of the nightmare.
Of the terror.
Of what he's become.
And of what I've become.