A/N: Not much to say on this one. But Dr. Loomis appears.

Behind Those Dark Eyes

Smith's Grove

I start to head back when I feel a sharp, needling pain in my lower back. I decide to walk it off, and the pain was increasing as another small needle-like pain hit me in my upper back. My eyes suddenly start to droop, and my hands begin to grasp my pliers loosely. I begin to get incredibly tired, and I stagger instead of walking.

I finally decide to give into this, what seems like, a deep sleep when it hits me that I've already fallen. I feel tight arms around me, and they pick me up. I struggle to see, looking up at the person carrying me. It's Officer Chris. When I come to that realization, I'm already passed out.

"Officer Chris, sir! Brackett's orders you bring her to Smith's Grove," a young officer walks up to me. I nod, carrying Kalli's frail body to the car. The driver unlocks the door, and I open it, getting in without hurting either Kalli or me. Poor girl is hurt enough. I hear a quick click of the car doors locking and I gently lay Kalli's head down on my lap. "Officer, did you know Dr. Loomis may retire after seeing to Kalli?" The driver asks, looking in the mirror. "No sir, I did not. Not at all." I reply, and he nods, a sudden downpour of rain making it more difficult for the driver to see. "Did you hear that-" the driver was cut off by my walkie-talkie blaring out at me. I listen to the voices, and it's Sheriff Brackett broadcasting to everyone.

"We've finally got Myers. And we're bringing him back to Smith's Grove Sanitarium."

I grin, a sigh of relief escaping my mouth. Hallelujah, we finally got him. I look back down at Kalli, her emotionless, pale white face, and her carved smile. I tuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear, remembering high school.

Boy, was I a goober then! I remember asking her out, driven by her beautiful complexions, and her short, and layered black hair, that when at prom, had looked like the night sky. I rest my head on the back of the seat, smiling, remembering those times.

It was prom night, and I had asked Kalli to the dance. She had at first was confused and didn't know, but then later accepted. I remember when she would look at me in a way that nobody could comprehend- I thought she was very pretty. No doubt about it. But before high school, it had been absolutely devastating for her. She'd lost a friend, she had no clue where he went.

And yet, she had kept waiting. Always sat at the table alone. Never talked to anyone. She would wait at her locker for ten minutes every morning hoping he would come. But no, he never did. It was then I realised that I needed to step out from the popularity group and be with her. And apparently, I didn't do a good job. And neither did her parents.

"Officer Chris, sir," the driver says, pulling up to the front entrance of Smith's Grove. I sigh, and hold Kalli close, and quickly run inside the sanitarium without getting her wet. Dr. Loomis was already there, waiting, next to Sheriff Brackett and Officer Ford. I look down, and medics run in, carefully taking her away from me, and quickly run off. It felt like a part of me died inside without Kalli. I wanted to hold her tight and tell et everything is going to be okay, but I know that isn't true and would never happen.

Dr. Loomis approaches me, staggering on his cane, as he looks up with an old and weary face. "Christopher, Kalli will be alright- but I know for sure Michael won't. He is just evil. Purely and simply evil."

I nod, and walk up to the Sheriff. "Brackett, may I go see Kalli?" I ask concerned. Brackett gives me a look. "Kid, you were just with her not two seconds ago! You'll have to wait a few days." He says shaking his head. A few days? That long? No way.

I open my eyes, which feel heavier than normal. But...I cannot see. I try to focus my eyesight, but all I see is a blur. I try to open my slit mouth more, but I cannot. I reach up to go rub my eyes, feeling a strange cloth covering them. In fact, the strange cloth is covering my whole face. My breathing is perfectly fine, thank The Lord, an I sit up from whatever I was on. I try to get up, but I feel like I cannot get anywhere. This isn't fair! There's...where am I?

I reach around, and hear muffled laughs from all directions. I decide to scream, maybe it will be the only way to get the doctors attention. I feel a strange, yet odd and painful sting on both sides of my jawbone. As soon as I go to reach up to feel it, I feel something year through my skull and straight through my brain, and needle like things protrude from my jaw. Behind my eyes I feel a really bad pain, and suddenly my eyes pop out of their sockets, leaving them empty. Screaming with pain, I call out for help.

8-8

I wake up screaming. Just a dream. I wipe the sweat that was building up on my forehead, and sit up, in what seems to be like jail. I look to my right and left, seeing the man on the left with tattoos running along his arms and neck. To my right is...Michael. His face was wrapped completely like mine was in my dream, and he sits there, staring straight forward. I watch his eerie character momentarily, remembering he used to be the sweetest boy. All he ever wanted was love.

What was once a sweetheart of a boy, is now a murdering psychopathic killer, and I am going to kill him.