Later that day...7:00 P.M.

Lynda and her boyfriend came to the old Myers' house. They were going to…..well...go down. By that well it's nothing important to mention.

"I can't believe they're gonna sell this place," Lynda said.

"Yeah, don't worry babe, we'll find someplace else to break down." Lynda's boyfriend said as they entered the house. Carrying bags with sleeping bags and beers.

Watching them from the second level on the balcony was none other than Michael Myers.

Great, one of Laurie's friends is gonna get real dirty with her boyfriend in his house. Pfft, not gonna happen. He doesn't intend to kill either of them, but he still won't allow just random teenagers to have sex in his home. He'll throw them both out and give them the signal to never come back.

Michael waited until they both separated. They were on the second story in his…

SISTER'S BEDROOM!

Ok, that just crossed the line.

Lynda told her boyfriend to go get her a beer from the van. This was perfect. Michael would knock out the boyfriend and shove him back in the van then get Lynda out of his house.

Lynda's boyfriend made his way downstairs rather quickly. Michael waited for him to come back in with the beer. He could hear Lynda on the phone with someone. Sounded like she was talking to Laurie. Once Michael dealt with these people, he would go and find his sister, this time meeting her face to face.

Lynda's Boyfriend ran back in with the beer in his hand. As soon as he entered the doorway, Michael slammed an old, wooden stool right into the man's face. Destroying the stool and knocking him out cold. The beer can was fine. Good, he could definitely use that to lure in Lynda.

Michael looked down at Paul (I think that is his name at least). Michael tilted his head. He then grabbed Paul by his leg and dragged him to the van.

Once he got out of the house. He dragged Paul down the old steps. He didn't care if the guy was bruised or bleeding, he just didn't want to kill him. Even though he should after what he and Lynda had done to invade his home and start having sex.

Michael opened the door to the van and shoved Paul carelessly in the van. Not give a damn if he was uncomfortable.

Michael walked back into the house to get Lynda out. He picked up the beer and put a blanket over himself. It had eyes that looked like glasses. He then walked upstairs with the beer in hand.

He then made himself known to Lynda by standing at the doorway.

Lynda noticed him.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Casper The Ghost, mind handing me my beer?" Lynda said as a joke. She thought it was Paul, but she didn't realize the height difference along with the stud silence. Michael handed out the beer. But never gave it to her. If she wanted it, she would have to come and get it.

"Well, are you gonna give it to me?" Lynda said. No response.

"Hey, Earth to Paul, Earth to Paul, the ghost thing is getting old, just give me the damn beer!" Lynda said, getting impatient. No response, The Shape just stood there.

"Ugh, fine," Lynda said as she uncovered herself and walked sexily towards Michael.

Well, Michael wasn't expecting this. He would assume that she would be angry. A moment ago she was. Now she was acting all hotty and cute. Not that Michael was falling for it. After all, she still thought this was her boyfriend, not The Boogeyman.

"Why don't you take those covers off and give me my beer then we can continue," Lynda said as she gently pried her beer from Michael's hand. Michael let her take it. Then as soon as she turned around. Michael unhooded himself and put the blanket over her. That way she couldn't see. She started to flail and struggle to get away from him. She still had no idea it was The Boogeyman.

"PAUL WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! GET THIS OFF OF ME!" Lynda shouted. Michael then wrapped the Blanket around her whole body and also so she couldn't see him. Once it was done, Michael grabbed the bottom of the blanket and picked it up, throwing it on his back like a sack of potatoes.

Lynda kept throwing insults and shouting to put her down. But Michael wasn't bothered the slightest. She needed to leave anyway. No sex or love on Halloween. Why do Teenagers do it anyway? I mean, you really don't need to have sex until you're married and/or if you want children. At least that's what Michael believed and to many it was true.

Michael walked out of the house with Lynda, via wrapped in a sheet. He opened the back door and threw her in. Not ruthlessly or carelessly. But sat her in like a sack of potatoes. He then closed the two doors before Lynda uncovered herself.

"PAUL WHAT THE HE-" Lynda stopped herself, she realized she was back in Paul's van. She didn't have any clothes on. She was completely naked. All that covered her was the sheet she was wrapped in. Lynda heard a door open then close almost immediately. She looked over at the passenger door and saw her clothes back in the seat. She scrambled over to grab them and she dressed.

Paul was seemingly "sleeping" in the back of the van. Though his nose was bleeding and his breathing was heavy. His eyes were closed too.

Paul wasn't the one who put her back in here. Someone else was in that house. But she never saw them. Whoever shoved her back in the van, was very tall. She guessed the person was about 7' 2". And he was strong too. Very strong for someone to throw a woman on their back and carry them like a sack of potatoes.

She was very wrong. Michael was only 6' 9". But now Lynda had to either wait for Paul to wake up or she could just walk home and leave Paul here to go back to his home.

And with that, Lynda made up her mind. She put on the last bits of clothing she had and opened the door. She didn't want to wait for the person who put her in the van to come back. Lynda would probably go to the little boy Tommy's house where Laurie was babysitting Tommy and was going to "pretend" to babysit Lindsey Wallace. The young girl who Annie babysat and had a crush on Tommy.

Laurie shouldn't mind her staying over for Halloween. It shouldn't be a problem. And if it gets too late then she'll head back to her home.

Little did she know that both Michael and Jason were watching her. Michael watched out from his Door that had a window at the top. While Jason was watching from behind a hedge. Lynda walked to Tommy's home. Laurie wasn't there yet so she would have to wait for her to get in.

Jason had other plans. He knew where the Myers girl lived. Just a few blocks down the street. He would kill both the adoptive parents then kill Laurie's friends. Then she would be next. Michael would watch everyone die. Tommy's home was in the opposite direction from the Strode's home. He would go there next.

Jason came out from behind the hedge and made his way down the street. Yet, he never saw Michael watching him through the window.

Michael saw Jason. He was carrying a machete and walking down to….wait. He wasn't following Lynda. He was heading to…..ANGEL!

Michael quickly grabbed his Chef's knife. He opened the door to his home and followed Jason to The Strode's home.

Gun store…

Dr. Loomis had stopped at a gun store to buy a gun. It was to help him with Michael against Jason. Even though Guns may have little effect on the monster, they would at least help Michael.

"If you wanna blow off its head, then this is for you." The gun keeper said as he handed Dr. Loomis a .357 Magnum.

".357 Magnum, Wolff mainspring, Polygonal Rifling." The gun keeper continued.

"Beautiful, Beautiful." Dr. Loomis said. He was in a bit of a hurry so he needed to find Michael and help him hunt down Jason.

Meanwhile...The Strode's Home…

Laurie had a bowl of candy for the trick-or-treaters. There were many kids out and about. But not as many as last year.

"Have a nice day," Laurie said as the two trick-or-treaters ran off to the next house.

Pamela was sitting right next to her while Morgan was standing next to one of the house posts.

"You sure you want to babysit? Tonight? On Halloween?" Morgan asked Laurie.

"Oh, it's just a quick babysit, it's not gonna be a problem," Laurie said.

Annie's car pulled up on the sidewalk of the house.

With that, Laurie got up and gave her hugs and kisses to her parents, and went into the car.

They each gave each other a "HEY". The car drove off and went to Tommy's home. Pamela went into the house to get dinner ready. Morgan stayed outside for a bit longer. He looked out into the neighborhood.

It was peaceful out on Halloween. But that peace was short-lived when Jason grabbed Morgan by the throat and threw him back in the house.

The door busted down as Morgan tumbled back into the Strode's Home.

"Morgan?" Pamela said as she looked around the corner to see Morgan on the ground. Injured from being tossed into the door. The door was busted wide open.

"MORGAN!" Pamela shouted as she tried to come and help her husband.

"I'm alright, I'm alright, just call the police! Hurry!" Morgan said as Jason walked through the door. Jason looked down at the two as Pamela scrambled to her feet and got on the phone. Morgan was also attempting to get back on his feet. Once he did, he threw a punch at Jason, only for the punch to do nothing to The Mask. Jason picked Morgan up by the throat and threw him towards the fireplace. A furniture piece broke as Morgan tumbled near the fireplace. His ankle was broken as he howled in pain.

Jason didn't bother with killing Morgan just yet. He needed to kill Pamela before she called the police. Jason advanced towards Pamela as she was on her knees trying to dial 911 on the phone. Just before she could pick up the phone she was immediately grabbed by the back of her hair and slammed into the coffee table. The coffee table didn't break but Pamela's head was bleeding a bit. Her head was slammed into the coffee table again this time making a small crack on the glass. Jason then grabbed a picture of Laurie. He showed Pamela the picture. He was telling her that she was dying tonight as will she.

"NO, YOU LEAVE MY BABY ALONE!" Pamela shouted as she smacked the photo out of Jason's hand. It only infuriated Jason when Pamela kept struggling. Jason finally had enough. He grabbed Pamela by the neck. He started to choke her. He would snap her neck then decapitate Morgan, after that Laurie Strode would be next.

Pamela struggled to free herself from Jason, but he was far too strong. Jason raised his machete in the air and prepared to kill Pamela. But it stopped. Jason tried to slash down on Pamela, but he couldn't. He felt something, keeping his arm up. Jason looked to his right to see none other than Michael Myers. Fully pissed and ready to kill.

Michael then punched Jason in the back of his head three or four times. Michael then, via using Jason's arm, slammed the machete down into the floor as it made a massive hole. Michael quickly rammed his elbow into Jason's face, causing him to stagger backward. Jason retaliates by throwing a punch of his own. The punch met with Michael's face. Michael staggered backward but stopped himself and grabbed a glass vase. He smashed the vase into Jason's face breaking it to pieces. Jason threw yet another punch.

Pamela tried to crawl away from the fight. Chaos was all over the house. The furniture was being knocked over and pictures were broken. But all that could be replaced, their lives couldn't. Pamela didn't know who the man in the white mask was, but Pamela thanked God himself for him showing up. And just in the nick of time. But they weren't out of the woods just yet. The Man in the hockey mask seemed to be gaining the upper hand.

Jason grabbed Michael by the neck and slammed him into the Fireplace Shelf. Michael retaliated by kicking Jason's leg, bending it, and forcing Jason to fall on one knee. Michael then grabbed the coffee table and slammed it into Jason. The glass shattered and Jason was sent backward as he tumbled in a barrel roll.

Michael picked up a piece of firewood out of the fireplace. Jason got back on his feet only for his mask to be met with a piece of firewood as Michael slammed the end of it into his face. Michael then slammed the piece of firewood down on his head. After that, he swung it horizontally at his head again. Only for it to be caught by Jason's arm. Jason then used the firewood against Michael as he punched Michael in the face and smashed the firewood in his face yet again. The piece of firewood broke in half.

Pamela knew the man in the white mask couldn't defeat the hockey man. Pamela tried to get on her feet. She limped over to the shelf.

"Morgan are you alright!?" Pamela asked as she was traumatized.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just get a rifle and shoot the bastard!" Morgan shouted. He was laying behind a cushioned stool. Pamela limped to the rifle. It was on a rack just right above where Morgan was.

Jason had pinned Michael against the wall. He continuously slammed Michael into the wall. There was no way for Michael to get out of this situation. There were no items around for Michael to grab and he was pinned against the wall being slammed into it over a dozen times if not more. His knife was right next to him but it was on the floor. And Michael couldn't grab the knife with Jason slamming his head. Unless Jason is distracted then Michael can't free himself.

Pamela took the rifle off the rack. Her hands were shaking, she had tears falling down her eyes. Pamela aimed the rifle at the hockey-masked man. She pulled the trigger but it never moved.

"Safety!" Pamela said to herself, still traumatized. She turned off the safety. And aimed the rifle at the man. She pulled the trigger….Nothing. No gunfire, just nothing.

The rifle didn't have any bullets in it!

"Morgan, where are the bullets!?" Pamela shouted. Tears were running down her face right now and her whole body was shaking.

"In the small drawer right next to the couch!" Morgan said. Pamela limped to the small drawer. She opened it and the rifle bullets were there. She pulled the box out and tried to load it. She dropped the bullet as it fell on the carpet.

"Damn it!" Pamela cursed herself. She looked at the fight in the other living room. Jason was still slamming Michael into the wall. And Michael didn't know how much more he could take. Pamela screamed in fear.

She scrambled to grab the bullet. She grabbed it again and loaded it into the casket.

She limped to get a closer shot at the man. She aimed the rifle at the man.

"HEY! BITCH!" Pamela shouted. Jason turned to look at Pamela with the rifle pointed at his head.

"Eat shit," Pamela said as she pulled the trigger. A loud BANG! Came from the barrel as the bullet went straight into Jason's right eye. Jason stumbled backward and was dazed by the shot.

Michael took this opportunity as he picked up his knife. Jason was about to advance towards Pamela but was quickly met with a butcher's knife. It skewered straight through his neck. The end of the blade could be seen through his neck.

Michael then slammed Jason into a glass-covered shelf as it smashed to pieces. Jason's body seemed to fall limp and unmoving. Pamela leaned against the wall and slid down to sit. Michael was panting hard. Michael couldn't balance himself very well. He wobbled over to the wall and put his arm on it to hold himself.

Michael was very much exhausted now. He would recover shortly but it wouldn't be enough to defeat Jason. But Jason was unconscious at the moment. Right now he needed to reassure Laurie's Adoptive Mother, Pamela. She was traumatized. Not only by the fact she was nearly killed, but the fact that the man in the hockey mask took a Rifle bullet to the face and still stood. It was like the Son of Satan.

Michael slowly recovered a telephone and plugged it into the nearest plugin next to Pamela. He sat it down next to her. Pamela looked at the man.

"Thank you," Pamela said softly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. And her forehead was bleeding slightly. Michael pulled out a piece of cloth from his pocket. He wiped the tears off her cheeks and damped on the bleeding. It was minor bleeding but she may have gotten a concussion.

Michael handed Pamela the phone so she could call 911.

"Who are you?" Pamela said softly again. She needed to know who the man that saved her life was.

Michael wasn't going to speak but he pulled out a picture from his chest pocket. He gave it to Pamela. She took it slowly. She looked at it.

It was Laurie's old family. The Myers. Pamela realized that this was none other than Michael Myers. The older brother of Laurie.

Pamela looked up at Michael with a surprised face.

"Michael?" Pamela said with a soft yet surprised tone. Michael gave a slight nod.

"Pam! You okay!" The Voice of Morgan was heard. He was still behind the furniture. He wasn't hiding, he just could get up.

"I'm alright, Morgan," Pamela said. Michael looked behind him to check if the corpse of Jason was still there.

When he looked it was….

…

…

…

Gone.

Jason wasn't in the house anymore.

Pamela saw this and started to scream. Praying to God to have mercy and save her baby.

"Please, he's after my baby. Please help us!" Pamela begged Michael. Michael was exhausted and didn't stand much of a chance against Jason right now. But that didn't matter, his baby sister was in grave danger. And he needed to do whatever it takes to protect her.

Michael handed Pamela the phone and dialed 911. He then walked over to pick up his knife. He made his way to the exit of the door. The door was still busted wide open.

Michael looked back just slightly at Pamela.

"Please, do whatever it takes to protect my baby! Please!" Pamela pleaded.

Michael nodded as he then walked out the doorway and made his way to the little boy Tommy's home. Where Laurie and Lynda would be.