"Halloween Theme - Opening" | Halloween Inferno Part 3 OST | Mike Chibante plays while the intro rolls
A Grasshopper Products Film
Frostzilla 2002
Presents
Jamie Lee Curtis
And
Donald Pleasance in
Frostzilla 2002's
Halloween: Michael vs Jason
A John Carpenter and Debra Hill Production
Introducing
Jamie Lee Curtis as Laurie
Nancy Loomis as Annie
P J Soles as Lynda
Donald Pleasance as Dr. Samuel Loomis
Based on the Characters of John Carpenter, Debra Hill, Victor Miller, Ron Kurz, Sean S. Cunningham, Tom Savini
I do not claim ownership of any characters
All characters belong to their respective owners and creators
Music by John Carpenter, Mike Chibante, and Harry Manfredini
Associated Producer
Master Sergeant Fang
Written by Frostzilla 2002
Directed by Frostzilla 2002
Camp Crystal Lake
Camp Crystal Lake was silent at night. It was usually silent. In a small cabin, a tall man lay on his bed. He wore a dark hockey mask. He wore black, clothing. The man seemed to be asleep. Or so it seemed. Suddenly a voice was heard.
"Jason," A female voice was heard as the man named Jason sat up from his bed quickly.
"Jason, it's time to wake up, my sweet boy. The children in Haddonfield have been very bad. It's time to kill again, Jason. Kill, Jason. Kill for Mommy," The Voice of Jason's mother was heard as Jason got off his bed and walked out of the room. Then he found his Machete as he pulled it out of the wooden floor and walked out of the cabin.
Making his way towards Haddonfield.
Haddonfield, Illinois
Halloween Night, 1963
It is Halloween night. Kids are out trick or treating going to every doorstep. Saying the phrase trick or treat. In the Myers home, a young boy named Michael Myers was sitting on his couch, waiting for his older sister, Judith Myers to come down with her Costume. Ready for trick or treating.
Michael is in his clown costume and on his face was a clown mask. He waits patiently for his sister. But it's already been twenty minutes since she had said she was going to get her costume on. It shouldn't have taken that long. Michael then hears a loud thud upstairs. He quickly looked up as the noise caught his attention. Michael then got up from his couch. He walked over into the kitchen and grabbed a Kitchen knife. He walked up the stairs quietly. But when he reached the stairs, he was met with bloody shoe prints. They led all the way upstairs. Michael walked up the stairs as he held his knife ready. Michael then reached his sister's door as he could hear the chaos in the room. Like someone was fighting something.
Michael opened the door and saw what haunted him.
His sister was being strangled by a tall man in a dark hockey mask. The man lifted his sister off her feet. Clenching her throat.
"MICHAEL! RUN!" Judith screamed at Michael. But Michael immediately ran towards the man in the hockey mask. He then stabbed him in the back of the waist. Causing The tall man to flinch. But it didn't seem to hurt him all that much. The tall man paid no mind to Michael as he kept his attention on Judith. Michael stabbed Jason yet again. This time in the back. Jason still paid no mind to the young boy. Michael then stabbed Jason in the left leg. Causing the man to fall on one knee and let go of Judith as she crashed to the ground, gasping for air. Michael then stabbed Jason six times in the back. With each stab came more rage and hatred. Jason finally having enough, smacked Michael with the back of his hand. Sending Michael into Judith's closed closet.
Michael hit the closet as he tumbled on his stomach. Jason got back on his feet as he walked toward the downed Michael. Only to be in the head with her makeup chair by Judith. Causing Jason to fall on one knee. Judith then slammed her chair down on Jason again. Jason fell forward just slightly, but then retaliated as he swung the machete back towards Judith. Judith shielded herself from the blade with her chair. The machete split the chair into pieces as it flew out of Judith's arms. Jason got back on his feet and advanced toward Judith. Judith backed away from Jason and picked up her scissors. Jason swung the machete down at Judith but missed as the blade hit Judith's mirror. Breaking the mirror into shards of glass. Judith then used her scissors and stabbed Jason in the side of the head. Piercing his skull. Jason then rammed Judith with his arm as she fell to the ground.
Michael got back up as he ran at Jason and stabbed him in the back. Again, and again, and again, and again. Causing Jason to lean against the bedroom window. Jason then grabbed Michael's arm which had the knife in it as Michael struggled to try and stab Jason again. Blood covered Michael's blade. Jason then picked Michael up by the arm and threw him into the wall. Jason becoming agitated with the pair of scissors in the side of his skull pulled out the scissors in his head. Only to be stabbed continuously again by the little child, Michael Myers. Michael stabbed him in the gut multiple times without stopping. Then Jason used the small pair of scissors in his hand to stab Michael in the left shoulder. As Michael didn't scream but fell backward from the force of Jason's stab. Blood oozed out from Michael's shoulder as Jason looked down at the little boy. This boy was surely something else. Getting back up from attacks such as that, even fighting someone like him took much courage. But sadly the boy would die.
Jason raised his Machete as he prepared to strike down Michael. Michael tried to pull the scissors out, but they were stuck. Michael gritted his teeth as he flailed around, trying to get the scissors out of his shoulder.
Just before Jason swung down on Michael, Judith then hit Jason in the face with a baseball bat. Causing Jason to stagger backward as Judith consistently hit Jason in the face with the bat. Michael then finally pulled out the scissors on his shoulder, but when he did, blood spewed out from his shoulder causing the boy to become dizzy from blood loss. Judith then beat Jason down as he fell on one knee. Hitting him constantly with a baseball bat. However, Judith was getting a bit tired, as each swing got weaker and weaker as Judith grew more exhausted.
Judith swung down one last time until Jason quickly got to his feet and stabbed Judith through the chest. Causing her to stop. She looked at the man as her eyes slowly started to lose life in them. Michael finally got to his feet as he saw the blade through Judith's chest. Michael froze up. Not a moment ago, Judith was beating the living shit out of the man, now she had a machete blade going straight through her chest.
Jason pulled the machete out of Judith's chest as she collapsed to the ground. Jason, not wasting any more time, walked away out of the room and downstairs towards the back of the house. Michael walked towards Judith staring down at her body. He then took off his clown mask as he fell to both his knees. Michael then pulled the top half of his sister on his lap as he held her close.
Judith with the last of her life gently caressed Michael's cheek as a tear fell down his face.
"Michael, I….love….you…..little…brother…" Judith said as she let out her last breath. Judith then died.
Michael then shook her. Trying to wake her up. But there was no life behind her eyes. Her heartbeat was no more, her breath was gone, and her skin became pale.
Just then the front door opened and Michael's parents ran upstairs as they found Michael holding Judith in his arms. He then looked at his parents with tears going down his face.
His mother screamed in sadness and pain as she ran to her children. She started crying as she held Judith in her arms. Michael then got up on his feet and looked out the window. He looked down towards the street. He then saw the man who killed his sister. He stared at Michael as Michael stared back.
Michael's face then turned from sadness to pure, twisted rage. He gritted his teeth in anger, his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes went from blue to blackness as he stared at the man who killed his sister, Judith.
Smith's Grove, Illinois…
Michael was locked up in a room at a Sanitarium. His hometown, Haddonfield, was located 150 miles from Smith's Grove. It had been one night since he was locked up in his room. Rumor has it he was getting a psychiatrist. Michael didn't know why he was to blame for murdering his sister. It was that man. That man that wouldn't die.
Michael sat in a chair right next to a window. He hadn't slept the entire night. The words of Judith flashed in his mind back and forth.
"Michael, I….Love….You….Little….Brother…" The last words of his sister repeated in his head over and over. Every time he heard it, he felt a tear escape his eyes. It was no longer Halloween and in the month of November. It was 6:30 a.m. Michael had stayed in one spot the entire night, sitting in the chair. Staring out through the window. Giving an emotionless, blank stare.
He then heard a shuffling of keys. The door to his cell opened as two guards along with someone new.
"Michael Myers," The man said. He wore a brown trench coat as he walked past the guards.
The man pulled a chair and sat it next to Michael. Michael didn't give him a response.
He continued to stare out the window.
"Michael? Can you hear me?" The man said to Michael.
Michael didn't respond.
"My name is Dr. Samuel Loomis, Michael. From what I've been told, you murdered your seventeen-year-old sister, and nothing is left inside of you. I wish to help you, but you must work with me if you wish to leave this place," Dr. Loomis said to Michael as he put a hand on Michael's leg to comfort him.
Michael thought about it for a moment or two. Until he looked towards Dr. Loomis. But gave him no response. He looked at the papers in Dr. Loomis's left hand. Dr. Loomis took notice of this.
"Do you wish to look at these papers?" Dr. Loomis said as he handed Michael the papers. Michael slowly took them as he looked at them. The paper was just more patients and other stuff about Smith's Grove.
But Michael didn't have a pencil. He then looked to Dr. Loomis and saw that he also had a pencil in his chest pocket. Michael reached for it. Only for Loomis to take further notice as he grabbed the pencil and gave it to Michael. Michael took the pencil as he stared at the papers. He then flipped them over on the blank side. He then looked back to Dr. Loomis.
He stared at him for a few minutes.
Loomis then realized that Michael needed some privacy.
"If you wish to be alone, Michael. You will have it. I will send a nurse down to give you your breakfast. I will be back shortly," Dr. Loomis said as he got up from his seat and took the chair with him as he returned it to its normal spot. Dr. Loomis walked to the exit as the guards walked out. But Dr. Loomis stopped as he looked behind him, back at the young boy. Michael hadn't taken his gaze off of him. Dr. Loomis then exited the room as he walked down the hallway.
He walked down the hall and came across Nurse Wendy.
"Dr. Loomis, how did it go?" Wendy asked.
"I'm not sure. He didn't say anything but he did seem curious in the papers I had. I gave him the papers and left him to that. I want you to serve him his breakfast for the morning. I will check back with him later," Dr. Loomis said as he and Wendy walked down the hallway.
"You gave him the papers?" Wendy asked.
"Yes, Michael might not speak, but there might be another way for him to communicate other than verbally speaking," Dr. Loomis said.
"The poor boy. Did he get any sleep?" Wendy asked.
"No, he stared out that window the entire night, not moving an inch. Staying in that chair for almost six hours, whenever you're ready, serve him a good breakfast, he'll need a healthy diet," Dr. Loomis said as he continued to walk down the hall.
Wendy obliged as she walked into the kitchen. Some of the chefs had prepared a good meal for some of the inmates. There was already a plate of an Omelet with some sausage links and toast with melted butter on it, making it moist and soft. Wendy took a cart and put the plate on the tray.
She brought it out of the kitchen and made her way down to Michael's cell.
Once she arrived, she shuffled through her keys. Once she found the right one, she opened the door and pushed the cart through.
There she saw the little boy sitting on the edge of his bed. Strange. Dr. Loomis said he was sitting in the chair just next to the window. She pushed the cart closer to the bed. She then got a tray as she opened it and set it in front of Michael. The boy didn't move an inch.
"Here you go dear, you must be starving, and tired after not getting any sleep," Wendy said as she put the plate in front of Michael's face. Wendy then put a plastic fork and plastic butter knife next to the plate.
After just a few moments, Michael didn't move an inch.
Dr. Loomis said that there were papers that he gave him. She looked around for the papers until she saw them sitting on the chair that he was sitting on.
Wendy walked over to it as she picked up the papers. There was nothing on the front of it. Just Dr. Loomis's handwriting and forms filled out. Wendy then flipped it over and then she froze.
What she saw was a drawing. But not just any drawing. It closely resembled a hockey player but the mask seemed more torn up, and it was close up too. The drawing of the character was also holding a machete. There were words written on the top of the character it read,
"Sister Killer"
Wendy looked back at Michael who was now eating his food rather slowly but also enjoying it.
Wendy needed to let Dr. Loomis know about this immediately. She then ran out of the cell and left the door of Michael's cell wide open as she ran down to Dr. Loomis. Michael didn't bother about leaving his cell. He just continued to enjoy his breakfast. Digging into the eggs and the sausage links.
Dr. Loomis had not gone far, he was just about to enter his office until someone stopped him.
"Dr. Loomis," The voice sounded like Wendy. She came right up behind him as she was panting hard.
"Wendy, what's the matter? What happened?" Dr. Loomis asked. Wendy didn't say a word except panting hard.
She then handed Dr. Loomis the papers. Dr. Loomis took them as he looked on the back and saw the drawing.
Dr. Loomis saw the words "Sister Killer" right above the character.
He then looked at Wendy.
"Michael didn't kill her…" Wendy said.
"It was him," Dr. Loomis said as he glanced back at the drawing of the monster, Jason Voorhees.
To be Continued…