The Haddonfield Waltz
Chapter 1: Confessions of a Dying master
Authors note: I do not own the Halloween series or Soul Eater. I would like to thank Shade the Bat for getting my butt in gear to write this chapter, and for all my constant readers out there. In the immortal words of the Silver Shamrock announcer, "It's almost time!" Have a Happy and safe Halloween-Steve
Chicago, Illinois
John Carpenter sat in the chair in front of the massive throng of fan boys who had gathered to hear him bullshit about his career. It was question and answer time, a time for all the Freddy gloved, Jason masked, nuts to ask him their silly questions. He had fielded every question imaginable today; from the mistakes of Halloween 3 to if, he had really shot parts of Halloween 2 in nineteen eighty. The last question however would be a stunner. A young man dressed completely in black, black duster, black pants, had brought up the question. This man was a shadow.
"Mr. Carpenter, you mentioned in an interview that you had a dream about Halloween before you wrote it. You also mentioned that you met a survivor of an actual Halloween massacre in 1978, around the time your movie was set for release. The question I have is this: Is Halloween a documentary?" The man said. Carpenter laughed.
"Hell no! If you think I actually followed a killer around for an entire film shoot you have a screw loose." He said. The Man sat down. The Editor of Fangoria Magazine, Chris Alexander, stood up.
"Let's give it up for John Carpenter everyone!" He said as the skinny white haired director stood up and bowed. John then shook the editor's hand and walked off stage.
Outside the Hotel
"Complete and utter bullshit, you know this is bullshit John!" Frank Smyrna said as the director lit a cigarette and took a drag.
"Look, all I am saying Frank is the guy had a point. I mean I spent months filming this damn thing and lo and behold, it really happened. I mean what if I unleashed something when I wrote the screenplay?" John said.
"Did Debra know about this?" Frank said.
"Her job was to write the girly parts, I doubt she had any knowledge of Haddonfield or its existence. I mean I probably have killed a shit load of people cause of this." Carpenter said.
"John, do you realize how crazy this sounds? We're talking about a movie not real life!" Frank said and then saw the nut in black walk towards the director. John had his back turned, the figure spoke.
"Mr. Carpenter?" he said. John Carpenter turned around; he did not notice the gun in the man's hand or feel the shots enter his body. Frank raced inside grabbed his cellphone and dialed 911 frantically. The man in black sat there and read a copy of Wrath James White's "Succulent Prey" nonchalantly waiting for the cops.
California
John Strode, formerly John Tate sat in the doctor's office. He rubbed his short black hair and watched the meek looking bald doctor write something on a piece of paper.
"Mr. Strode, I'll be frank. Your mother has made some strides since 2002. However, she still has some symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress disorder; I just want to know if you are able to care for her? If you're fit for this I mean." The doctor said.
"I am quite sure of this, I mean my mom has done some crazy shit in her life but I love her just the same." John said as he took the pen from the doctor's hand.
"She no longer talks about her brother anymore, which is a good thing. Although one patent did leave the TV on in the lounge, a couple of nights ago, and that damn piece of dreck about the babysitter killer had been on. What's it called, Christmas, Thanksgiving?" The doctor said.
"Halloween, I am sure she went buggy." John said and signing the paper and handing it back to the doctor.
"She broke down, yes, but not buggy," The Doctor said, "I am releasing Laurie Strode into your care now. Good luck sir." John walked outside and looked at his mother; her hair was longer than normal she looked like a wild woman.
"Time to go, mom, we have a long drive." John said, Laurie clasped his hand and smiled, she was going home.
Death City, Nevada
Shingami-sama's Room
"He's real?" Maka said as she looked at the file, Soul and the others stood next to her.
"Michael came into existence in 1963, when he killed his sister Judith. Now some of you might remember a little movie called Halloween. The thing about that film is that it is a factual account of Myers' first killing rampage. John Carpenter was what they would call an oracle in Greek society, and Myers' rampage was actually prophesized by John Carpenter and Debra Hill when they wrote the film. However, when Carpenter tried to tell people that it was going to happen they did not believe him. For over thirty years, directors of the franchise had been foretelling his every move. Every time people called them crazy. When Carpenter decided to veer away from Michael's story, Michael's followers sabotaged the screenings." Shinigami-sama said.
"He has followers?" Soul said. Black Star laughed.
"Of course didn't you see Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers?" He said.
"Oh yeah, those Thorn guys, but didn't they all die?" Soul said.
"Not all of them, there is a small chapter hidden somewhere in Haddonfield. They are providing Michael with shelter and souls. There is one person however, that can tell us where he is. That person is Sam Loomis. I am ordering you seven to go to Haddonfield and find out where he is and exterminate him. I don't care who gets the soul, Myers must be stopped!" Shinigami-sama said and pointed to the mirror behind him. The glass glowed with an intense light. Standing single file, the meisters walked out of Nevada and into Illinois.
St Joseph's Hospital
Chicago Illinois
"Frank, there is something I need to tell you." Carpenter said, the breathing machine making a soft hiss.
"What is it?" Frank said.
"The movies are real, I know because I warned Moustapha Akkad about them before they were released. "
"John that's crazy." Frank said. Carpenter coughed.
"Tell Cody to look in my Journals, they will give him all the information he needs." Carpenter said and closed his eyes. The Heart monitor made a long meep, the Master of Horror was dead. His creation however was still alive.
From the Journals of John Carpenter
October 17 1978
I warned them, I tried to tell them that my dream was real but they didn't believe me. Moustapha and Irwin just laughed and said I need to see a shrink. It's times like these I remember spending the day with my grandpa in Death City Nevada. I would always go there for the summer and he'd regale me with his stories about how he was the best death scythe there was. Mom didn't want me to go to school to become one like him, she wanted a normal life for me. I still remember him talking about Kishens. I wonder if the people in Haddonfield know what they're up against. I have to call that Loomis guy, maybe he'd know what to do.