Episode 5-Doc Loomis and the Trial

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"Let go of the remote, fuck face!"

"No! It's my turn to watch T.V.!"

Freddy sighed but his grip on the remote control didn't lessen. "Yeah and that would be okay if you didn't always pick something gay to watch..."

Jason sighed and snatched the remote away from both of them with a sneer. There, he wrote on a piece of paper, now it's mine. Now will you two shut up?

Freddy glared at him but settled down and sank into the sofa. "Fine," he muttered, "I didn't wanna watch T.V. Noways."

Michael Myers sighed heavily as Jason flipped slowly through the channels, finally deciding to settle on AMC. It was quite awhile before anything else was said. Since the group's last little misadventure there hadn't been many brotherly feelings among them.

In fact it seemed that the only two alliances, if it could be called that, were between the non-talkers and the talkers. But still, everyone still seemed to hate each other. And it also seemed like it would take a miracle to bring them together again-if they ever could have been considered 'together' in the past, that is.

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Later that night they all sat on opposite sides of the one-roomed apartment eating, as always, their pizza. It was a quiet affair. But with only two talking killers it usually was anyway. It was clearly a difficult thing for Ghostface not to speak one word. With everything that happened in the apartment, he had a comment. Finally he was the one to break the silence.

"So...I'm really sorry about that whole...grudge business. It was my bad and I-"

Michael: Oh would you just shut up?

"No I won't Michael. Just because you're in a crappy mood doesn't mean that we all are." Ghostface retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. On the other side of the packed room, Freddy sighed and rolled his eyes, simply oozing sarcasm.

"If we are in a crappy mood, then do we have an excuse not to talk?"

Jason chuckled to himself and passed Michael a note; he read it and they laughed. Ghostface sulked in his corner and lifted up his mask and nibbled on some of his pizza. Then, from out of the silence there came an echoing knock at the door. They all gasped a little and jumped; Freddy sighed and went to answer the door.

He opened it cautiously, afraid of what might be on the other side. After all, things hadn't been relatively safe lately. It was an old man, with a balding head and burn scars on one side of his face. He was rather short and had a sort of belly but also looked like he had survived through a lot. Upon looking up and seeing Freddy he smiled and held out a gloved hand.

"Why hello. If I may so trouble you to ask-"

In a cautious way but still trying to have and edge to his voice Freddy asked, "A-are you selling anything? Cause we ain't got no money to buy, but please don't set our apartment on fire. I-"

The old man laughed and shook his head. "Oh no, no, no. I'm afraid that I'm here on more...personal business..." From behind him there stepped to officers, both having firm grips on their guns. Freddy would have raised his eyebrows if he had had any; but sadly they had been all burnt off. He just laughed nervously.

"Ha, ha...umm...what did you say that your name was again, mister?"

"Oh!" the old man held out a business card and read it aloud, "please excuse me...Loomis. Dr. Sam Loomis. I believe-" he peered over Freddy's shoulder to try and see inside the apartment "-that the Smith's Grove patient Michael Myers? I-"

Freddy's eyes lit up at the thought of getting one of his roommates out the apartment...less bathroom time to share, less pizza to sacrifice...He nodded and motioned inside the apartment, whispering, "Yeah, yeah! He's right in there! You want me to go...get him?"

Loomis shook his head and pointed to the officers. "Heavens no! Michael Myers is an endangerment to your life and the life of others-"

"Do I really look like I have much 'life' left in me, man?"

"All the same," Loomis said, smiling, "it would be nice not to have these officers slaughtered and the perimeter of this entire building swarming with police officers and news crews..."

Freddy looked back over his shoulder, who indeed was trying to see who was at the door with a sort of nervous look in his glistening black, evil eyes. Freddy smiled evilly, wickedly and whispered back to the doctor, "Okay. So if I bring him out then do you think that Tweedledum and Tweedledee can get him back to the...whatever it is-"

"Mental institution, yes."

"Yeah, yeah, mental whatever without him breaking out again to maim us?"

Dr. Loomis stared into Freddy's oddly hopeful eyes then nodded. "Yes, I'm fairly sure."

Suddenly Ghostface popped up behind Freddy and said in his frustrating voice, "Hey...whacha doing, Kruger?"

Freddy hissed in the lowest tone possible, "Shut up and go sit down fuck face."

Loomis sighed and looked at the watch that was on his wrist; "Excuse me, but if you want us to take Michael without using much force then I suggest that you-"

"Take Michael? Where?" Ghostface asked, now whispering also. Inside of the apartment Jason and Michael Myers exchanged glances and tried to peer out of the door.

A second later Freddy pushed Ghostface away from the door and said loudly, "Mikey, visitor!"

Although he was cautious, he couldn't help but be curios as he slowly got to his feet and went to the door, leaving Jason behind him staring suspiciously at Freddy and Ghostface. But Jason didn't think that is was important enough to get up for and so he quietly settled back into his place.

A few seconds later sounds of struggle came from the hallway and Freddy and Ghostface erupted into laughter, waved out the door, and then both came back inside, looking thoroughly pleased with themselves. Jason glared at them and threw a scrap of paper at Freddy.

Who was that? Where is Michael?

Ghostface read it and the two stared at each other and burst out laughing again then lazily flipped through the channels on the T.V.

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Great. He had spent most of the past few months trying to stay out of this kind of trouble, but now he was back in it. In the same place. Two days later, once Michael Myers' meds had worn off, he found himself sitting in a jail cell in Smith's Grove, Illinois.

They had strapped him down to a stretcher and were rolling him inside the institution, removing the legendary white, expressionless mask from his face and replacing it with a thin layer of bandages. As they rolled him out of the ambulance, his ears were met with a flurry of media and reporters' voices.

They asked Dr. Loomis several questions, though all were similar and all winding down to one all-important question; "Will Michael Myers get out again?"

"No comment," Loomis told all the reporters as he rushed to keep up with the medics that were wheeling Michael through the doors of the institution. Although he couldn't see it, Loomis leaned down very close to Michael and whispered, "Don't worry, Michael; I'm sure that after all of this they'll give you the death penalty. It seems that at this point that's the only thing that will get rid of this...rage that feeds inside you-"

Michael tried to ask him what 'rage' he was talking about, tried to tell him that the only 'rage' that he was feeling was being cause not of the knowledge of his still living relatives, but of the fact that he had been dragged from his home and sent once again to the loony bin for doing nothing wrong...then yeah, he was raging it up. Why not? It's not like he had ever had much of an excuse to be happy. Hell no.

But as soon as he found that his vocal chords were ready to speak for the first time in years, he felt a sharp prick of a needle against the bare flesh of his left arm. Shuttering, he felt his eyes close and his irregularly beating heart slow. He fell asleep.

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Days later and Michael still hadn't broken free and come running back into number 1331 Wimbleton Apartments, Freddy began to worry; Jason was getting extremely pissed off with each passing day that he woke up and Michael wasn't there. Since both Myers and Voorhees were silent killers, they were the only company for each other, although they still despised each other.

Finally, on the fourth day of Myers being gone, Freddy decided that they had better go and get him out. Especially when he flipped on the T.V. And discovered the top news story of the day; Haddonfield's Most Notorious Serial Killer Caught; Sentenced to Death.

He gasped and kicked Ghostface, trying to awaken him from his perfect night's sleep. Ghostface grunted but turned over and rubbed his head. "What?"

Freddy pointed to the T.V. As Jason glared at him from across the room, at the table. "I uh...think that it's time that we went and got ol' Michael from his little...ah predicament-"

Jason angrily tossed him a note as he sipped on his coffee. Where is he exactly?

Ghostface laughed and said, "In Illinois...Smith's Grove, I believe the doctor said"

Freddy nodded and got up from where he sat. From the counter by the fridge he got the keys and went out the door, calling back to them. "I'll meet you guys in the car. Besides, our rent is overdue and none of us can chip in a little extra to pay for Myers' cut."

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By the time that Freddy and the other killers had crossed the Smith's Grove sign in the old, beat-up Winnebago, the trial was already in process. Since the people were eager to convict him, and the verdict was clearly guilt, the elected judge of the case decided to get it over with as soon a possible, to lessen Michael's chances of escape.

Even Michael himself thought that this was a good strategy considering the fact that it took him at least a week at the most to think of an escape plan. But he wasn't overly enthusiastic about the idea; sure he may be dead inside already, but he didn't actually want to die. And he couldn't even testify in court...partly because the judge wouldn't allow it, but mostly because after years of not talking, his vocal chords had basically died.

The day he stood up in front of the judge was a horrible one. One buy one, the victims' families came up to the stand to testify against him and Michael had just about lost all hope when the court room doors suddenly burst open and Freddy came through, Jason following him. Ghostface was busy keeping an outside bailiff distracted so that they could get through. The judge glared at them.

"What is the meaning of this? I was just in the middle of convicting one of Haddonfield's most notorious serial killers-"

"Yeah, yeah to death. We know." Freddy said as he went over to where Michael sat, his head against his chest and in a sort of drug-induced stupor-Thorazine is a hell of a tranquilizer. He tried to hide his face, though as Freddy slapped him on the back.

The judge was livid and pounded his fists on his podium. "No! I will not have it! The accused-Michael Audrey Myers is convicted of death and is to be held accountable for several murders-"

"Yeah but it's not his fault!" Ghostface blurted as he too entered the courtroom, "besides, we need him back. He's our little Boogeyman...aren't you Myers?"

I will destroy you, Michael thought as he rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile Jason sighed and nodded, not being able to communicate through notes. But Freddy said all that really needed saying. "Yeah and he has to at least chip in his part of the rent or we get evicted from our apartment. Please cut us some slack, man!"

The jury began murmuring and Michael sighed, knowing that even with the help of Freddy he was still doomed to die. The judge shook his head and said firmly, "No I will not have it. Myers killed my daughter-"

"Great going, Michael!" Ghostface hissed under his breath.

"-and killed both my sons. I will not have-"

Jason finally silenced the old judge as his machete went soaring through the air, sinking into the man's gut. Satisfied with the shot, he went over and retrieved the weapon then brandished it in front of the jurors, who recoiled as the judge's blood sprayed the whole courtroom.

Loomis, who sat on the opposite side of the courtroom jumped up and yelled, "No! No, God! Please no!" and brought out a gun and started shooting at Michael, sending a shower of six deadly shots into the killer's chest.

This seemed to bring Michael into the real world as the medicine wore off and he stood up and with the resentful help of Ghostface, made his way out of the courtroom.

"Well," Freddy said as they all climbed into the Winnebago, "I suppose we saved the day yet again. You can thank us later, Myers. We'll give you time for your mind to clear up-"

As they drove off, the courtroom suddenly exploded into a flurry of shrapnel and fire. They all gasped and looked back.

Jason: What was that?

Michael held out a piece of paper to him with one scratched word on it; Thorn

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Yet another episode down. Thanks for reading. Also, due to recent complications-mainly the loss of my flash drive where I keep all my stories-the next few episodes may take a while to post. Sorry for the inconvenience. Until then I've located a spare flash so I'll try my best to keep up.