Chapter 42: The revenge of Michael Myers
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Very slowly, Danielle eased herself to her feet. There was a little pain in her cut arms and legs, but not as much as she'd expected.
"What happened?" Dr Loomis asked as he guided her towards the door.
"They kept cutting me with knives and sexually assaulting me, they made me cook them dinner and the rest."
"Jesus! You could've bled to death if they'd nicked an artery! Fucking hell! Do these guys have no limits? Yes I'm talking to you!" He shot at Adam as he helped her out of the door and towards the stairs.
As she lent on him for support, she heard Adam gasping for breath while by contrast, Myers' breathing remained calm, steady. Damn she wished she could see exactly what Adam was going through. She couldn't but knowing Michael as she did, she knew it would hurt like hell.
"I… don't think I…" she began. Next second without needing to ask, Dr Loomis had lifted her in to his arms and was carrying her down the stairs, her cut arms around his neck. As they reached the bottom, she heard another voice she'd believed for a while she wouldn't hear again. Jack's.
"Danielle! Thank fucking God!" she was touched beyond words to hear he was close to tears. "I'll take you to the hospital in just a few minutes, lights and sirens on. It is, after all, an emergency."
She knew full well it wasn't really, she wasn't dying or anything, but Jack wanted her cared for as soon as possible. Ashley and his other three cronies were still on their knees in the corner of the room, being covered by Rick and Scott's guns. Suddenly, there was a deafening crash, which made her automatically flinch.
"Hey it's alright," Jack ran to her and mindful of her injuries, put his arms tenderly around her. Oh dear, it would appear our soon to be late friend Mr. Dawson has just fallen down the stairs."
"What a shame," she mumbled, feeling so, so tired. Next moment, she heard Adam let out an agonised scream. "Michael's just pulled him to his feet by the neck," Jack said. "You motherfucker," he shot at Adam. "D, you up for giving me a hand again?"
She immediately understood and with his help, she got to her feet. "Hell fucking yes." For the third time in her life she stood beside her guard and friend, Jack handed her his gun and, click!
"You get a free shot," Jack murmured to her. "He's not moving an inch because Michael's got him round the neck."
"I don't want to hit Michael by accident though."
Jack actually laughed. "Hon, he survived six real gunshots in 1978, you really think these bullets will hurt him? Or that he'll hold it against you?"
"Good point," she approached the dying Adam and the love of her life, Michael.
"Don't even bother," she said to Adam as she raised the gun. "You see? You haven't even got breath to taunt me! Jesus fucking Christ I hate you! I hate you so much! You made my life hell from day one! Even when I tried to kill myself because of you it wasn't enough was it? Even when I was undergoing medical treatment you couldn't leave me alone could you?" she only now realised there were tears of anger and hatred running down her cheeks. "Fuck I hate you Adam! I hate you!"
Jack put an arm around her but wasn't supporting her this time, she knew it was entirely up to her. She raised the gun her hand completely steady, and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
Adam let out a howl of pain and would've staggered backwards if Michael wasn't holding him so tightly.
"Told you that you were a crack shot," Jack said. "Straight in the right leg! Fucking awesome!"
She heard the prisoners being forced towards the door. Her rapist was going to get away with it. She was wrong. Ashley didn't even see it coming as Michael Myers released Adam briefly, strode to him in three large strides, yanked him to his feet by the arm and slit his throat with one lethal swipe of his knife.
"Nice," Rick said appreciatively to the killer, who turned immediately back towards his number one target.
There was something else she just had to do before it was over. Approaching Adam and Michael with Jack still supporting her, she reached up and grabbed Adam by the ears. She pulled them as hard as she could, enjoying his screams of pain loving the fact he didn't dare insult her or tell her to get off his ears.
"You know," she spoke over his yells of agony. "That's the only thing I'll miss about you Adam, your ears!" Jack laughed out loud.
"Cops are here boss," said Rick. "They're in the process of taking the prisoners away under arrest before they return. Well, the remaining ones that is!" He glared at Ashley's corpse. "I told them our priority was getting Danielle out and we'd tell them when it was done. So we've got plenty of time to watch the show." Rick lent against the wall. He saw Adam glaring at him and laughed. "What? You expect us to help you? Dream on! You deserve everything you get!"
"I think he cracked his head on the stair rail," Jack resumed his commentary as he guided her back to a chair. She couldn't stand for too long just then. "He's bleeding from the head and it looks as if Michael has stabbed him several times."
"Good!" Just as Michael again raised his knife.
"No, please Mr. Myers," they heard Adam beg. It was music to her ears. "Please no, I promise I'll never harm her again, never touch her! I know she's yours now Sir and I can't get to her, so I won't. Please let me live and I promise she'll never hear from me again!"
Now it was Dr Loomis' turn to laugh. "Perhaps if you'd said that before you pulled your fucking evil stunt today, you might've been in with a chance of mercy. Ever heard the expression too little too late?"
She didn't have to guess to know that by Adam's howl of pain, Myers had just stabbed him yet again. She felt a rush of love for Michael so powerful she momentarily felt dizzy under its impact. Something must've shown on her face because Rick joined Jack, both putting their arms around her. Rick even wolf whistled, which made her laugh weakly.
"I never asked you if you could whistle did I?" She asked Rick, who chuckled.
"Nope, but I sure can," he said, and whistled a happy little tune as Michael lifted Adam clean off his feet and slammed him against the wall.
"Ow! That sounded like it hurt. Fuck I wish I could see this!"
"Head first in to the wall," Jack confirmed. "So yes it probably did."
"Please," Adam whimpered, causing her mouth to fall open in shock and disgust. How he dared… "Please, please I'm begging you. Ask your man here for mercy, to spare my life? I promise I won't ever touch you again, I admit it, and ok I've lost! Please I'll do anything…"
"I'm terribly sorry Sir," she stood up again, standing tall and facing down her years long tormentor. Dr Loomis felt a rush of pride. If only Dr Stark and Joanne were here to see this. "But I'm afraid that's not the woman's decision is it Sir? You've told me that enough times. I have absolutely no control over what Michael decides to do. He is after all, the man. He has the control. I'm just a little woman. How dare I try and ask Michael to do anything."
Jack and rick snorted and hugged her close tightly. "Fucking awesome," Jack whispered and this time she could hear he was in tears. "Fucking awesome! Jesus I'm proud of you girl!"
"Well said!" Rick agreed.
"I can't ask him to make it quick Sir, nor can I ask him to make it slow and painful, though Michael, please do? Fuck! I hope you feel every second of your death! You know I said go to hell Adam just now? Seems like that is indeed where you're headed! Let me know if it's hot enough eh?"
Now she couldn't help herself. She approached Michael and Adam, Jack at her side and felt love swell for Jack all over again, as the guard offered her his arm.
"Thanks Jack," she whispered and using his support, she raised her bandaged and painful leg and kneed Adam to the balls as hard as she could. Pain had never been more worth it in her whole life.
She heard all the breath shoot out of him in one and he slumped over. She just knew he was trying not to be sick. "Whoops, I'm so sorry Sir, didn't see what I was doing."
Now Rick, Jack and Dr Loomis all laughed out loud. "Better hurry it up pal," Rick murmured to Michael. "I'm keeping an eye out for the returning cops, but sadly we'd better get this done soon. Much as I'd love it to take hours!"
"Please," Adam was still begging for his life. Unable to help himself, Jack stepped forward and punched him straight to the face. There was a crack as Adam's nose broke and blood poured everywhere.
"I got to get in on this," said Chris Leach's voice as he entered the room. In light of what he'd done for them, Dr Loomis had made sure he wasn't arrested. "Hey! Dawson! Motherfucker! Enjoy your death and may you never, ever rest in peace!" With that, Chris Leach smashed his fist across Adam's throat. He'd made every effort not to kill the guy with that one punch. That wasn't after all his job.
Michael grabbed Adam by the hair and yanked him back to his feet. Everyone in the room even Adam knew it was for the last time. "Burn in hell," she snarled.
Adam seemed to know he was out of chances or mercy, because he turned towards Danielle and spat his last words. "Fuck you bitch! You seriously expect this Psychopathic killer to stay faithful to you? She won't stay faithful to you either Myers! Slightest chance of someone else comes along she'll be gone! You fucking slut! You opened your legs for this Psychopath yet? Your so-called relationship doesn't stand a chance! Fuck you!"
There was a sickening, terrible sound of a knife slicing through flesh, then the whoosh of escaping blood. Despite everything, she was glad she didn't see exactly what happened. That was, until she heard the thump of something hitting the floor. Jack and Rick both turned away in unison, bringing her with them as they were still holding her. "Jesus!" Jack said thickly. "Fuck! That's my sleep gone for a year! Not that I'm sorry for him you understand! He deserved that and more!"
"He… he's just decapitated him hasn't he?" The others silence told her all she needed to know.
"It's ok I got this," Leach said casually, as if he was dealing with a piece of litter as opposed to a rolling human head. "I'll deal with this. You guys get moving." Rick saw Leach pick up Adam's head by the ears, and reflected she would've loved that, but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her, he was fighting with his own stomach.
"Got him by the ears," Leach said conversationally, as if reading Rick's mind. "Well, his head anyway."
Before she could take as much as a step, she felt the arms around her. Not Rick or Jack this time, but Michael. For a second stupid as it was, she felt a twinge of fear. Michael had just killed two men; all be it they'd been Ashley and Adam. Was he still…? But she instantly got the answer when with a metallic clang, Michael's knife hit the floor. A lump rushed to her throat. He was telling her she was and would always be completely safe from him. Unable to stop herself, she took a chance she would never have dared to just weeks before. Reaching up, she tentatively felt Michael Myers' infamous mask for the very first time. It simply felt like thick rubber, even the hair was fake.
"It might not feel terrifying," Jack said. "But believe me, fuck me it looks it!"
"Ok. Jack," Dr Loomis said and she was glad to hear him taking control. She'd be damned if she could. "Let's get out to the car, get to the hospital. Rick, stay here with the cops, tell them the story we tried to restrain Michael, but it was impossible and he killed Adam and this rapist," he actually kicked Ashley's corpse. "We couldn't do a thing."
"Got it boss," Rick said immediately.
"Wait, can you?" It was Leach speaking quietly. "Just one second, please?" The crime Lord approached them, holding out his hand to the killer.
"Guys, I'm so terribly sorry. I had no idea what Dawson's… or should I say the late Dawson's plan actually was in the end. I mean I knew he was going to try and grab you, but this?" He gestured at her deathly pale face. "Too far! That's why I was waiting at the airport, I knew enough was enough and had to do my part! If you kill me next Mr. Myers, I deserve it. I should of, could have done more to stop him and I didn't, purely thinking of money. Yes I'm a high ranking criminal, I'll admit it. But that? Too much."
"Please don't? He got me out of my chains as you saw, treated my wounds and helped me. I think he really is sorry for everything. He helped rescue me tonight."
Chris Leach and the others were sure they heard Michael softly sigh, before to Leach's shock, the killer took Leach's proffered hand in a firm shake.
"Thank you both," he said quietly. "I'm going to disband the rest of the Misogynist gang; I want nothing further to do with them and I'm also going to work really hard on turning my life around. Maybe this lifestyle isn't what I want after all."
"Good for you," she said sincerely. "Good luck, Chris."
"Thanks," the crime Lord said, shaking her hand in turn. "You take care and get better soon."
To her enormous relief, Dr Loomis didn't step in to stop Michael supporting her. Next second she'd been lifted in to his arms and was being carried from the house. Who knew it? She thought. This man's just killed two men in cold blood and now he's carrying me to safety? Not just that, but he loves me?
As soon as they reached the car, Dr Loomis turned to Michael. "Michael, do you remember what we discussed?" The killer didn't react while he eased her as lovingly as he could in to her seat, trying not to hurt her any more than she already was. Finally and only when he was sure she was as comfortable as possible, he turned to his doctor and nodded very slightly.
"Sorry my friend," Rick said as he picked up wrist and leg chains. "I no more want to do it than Jack or Dr Loomis do. But we have to. Please trust us though, you'll be beside each other all the way tonight from this moment on, not separated at all." He chained Michael, but nowhere near as tight as it should be, purely for show. The two guards helped the now chained killer in to the car, in to the seat beside her, before Rick walked back in to the house. Jack and Dr Loomis took the seats behind them, Scott jumped in to the driver's seat and within seconds the whale of the siren once more rent the air as they shot in to the rapidly falling night
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Darkness. That was the first thing Joanne saw when she tried to open her eyes. They felt like they were stuck together with glue. When she finally managed, even then she was still disorientated. She blinked several times, before her hospital room came slowly back in to focus and with it, her memories. Of course. She was in the hospital after that prick Adam Dawson had injected her with chloroform to enable him to take Danielle. Shit! Danielle! Where the hell was she? Was she ok?
She was just about to get out of bed when as if on cue, there was a gentle knock on her door. "Come in?" Joanne called and was relieved to hear she sounded almost back to normal now.
The door opened and Joanne didn't know whether to feel terror or relief when she saw Dr Loomis enter her room. She opened her mouth to speak, but Dr Loomis got there first.
"Joanne, its ok, she's alright, we got to her. Long story, but she's now in this hospital. Michael is also with her."
"How?" Joanne asked. "I thought you'd gone back to Smith's Grove?"
"The hospital staff contacted us to tell us she was missing from the ward. We flew back down here knowing something was wrong. But just humour me for a moment please Joanne. How are you feeling?"
"Getting there," Joanne said, deciding her boss would know immediately if she lied, so stuck to the truth. "Chloroform is evil, lethal shit. I'm just thankful they only wanted to knock me out. They could've just as easily killed me. But I wasn't that evil fucker's target! Where is he now? Have the police got him?"
Dr Loomis smiled grimly. "There's no need to arrest him now."
"No… what the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, that is, unless they've changed the law so criminals who are now in their coffins have to face trial?"
Joanne stared at him, then spoke one word in just above a whisper. "No?"
"Yes," Dr Loomis said, again with that grim smile. "Adam Dawson had made an enemy named Michael Myers and as we both know that's… not the best idea if you want to live a long and happy life."
Joanne couldn't help but notice that her boss had not elaborated on Dawson's cause of death, and she sure as hell didn't want the details just then either. "Good," she said instead. "Good riddance."
Slowly and carefully, Joanne climbed out of bed and was relieved to find her legs responding to her brain's commands. She felt almost as good as new. "I have to see her," she said to Dr Loomis, who didn't object, just nodded. "This way."
Joanne followed him down the corridors, expecting any moment she'd start to feel tired or groggy again but no such thing happened. It seemed clear that the drug was almost out of her system entirely.
"Now I will warn you," Dr Loomis said quietly as they stopped outside a room in another ward. "I… wouldn't ask Michael to leave if you want to live past tonight."
Joanne gave her boss the same grim smile he'd given her. "Got it. Wouldn't even think about it."
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Joanne knocked quietly on the door and heard a weak voice say, "Come in?"
The guard opened the door and stepped in. She had to stifle a gasp of both shock and anger as she saw Danielle. The young woman was lying in her hospital bed, an IV in her right arm, hooked up to several beeping and flashing monitors. She was also covered in bandages from head to foot. What the fuck had that bastard done to her? If it really was true he was dead, Joanne was just sorry she hadn't been there to see it. "Hello," she said quietly but she didn't have to say anymore. Just at the sound of her voice, Joanne was almost brought to tears by the smile which seemed to light up Danielle's pale and injured face.
"Joanne?"
It was only then Joanne saw Myers sitting in the visitor's chair, chained by hands and ankles, but Joanne privately suspected knowing Rick, Jack and Dr Loomis as she did, that this was simply for show and to reassure the nurses and hospital staff that they were safe. But Michael wouldn't target them now, would he?
"Sweetheart," Joanne spoke again and this time she did feel tears start to fall. Her voice cracked. "Sweetheart I am so, so s…"
"No," Danielle said so firmly that Joanne stopped and looked at her in surprise. "Don't you dare, Joanne? How is it your fault you were knocked out with something, so Adam could snatch me! What? You drug resistant or something? Let's not forget, you're in this hospital because of him same as I am, we've both been affected by that evil son of a bitch! So don't give me any you're sorry shit, because I won't listen! You hear me? This was entirely Adam's and his goon's fault, not yours!"
Joanne gaped at her, speechless. For someone who was as injured as she looked, she'd certainly just put Joanne in her place good and proper.
"Um, ok," was all Joanne could say, her voice was shocked. "Who are you and what have you done with Danielle Hayward?"
She smiled, but there was no humour in it. "I survived."
A few moments later, there was another knock on the door and a nurse entered. "Hi," she said gently. "Dr Merrick has asked for a CT and MRI scan, just to check you have no head trauma. We'll take you down shortly, ok?"
She groaned. "Fuck! I've never had either of those before, I don't have a clue what to expect! I…"
"Do you want me to explain?" The nurse immediately closed the door and sat down in the other chair, telling her how both scans would work. How they were very noisy, but she would be wearing ear defenders.
"If you want I'll be right with you," Joanne said immediately. She looked genuinely apprehensive.
"Right, you won't be alone at all," the nurse agreed. "But Dr Merrick reiterated this really needs doing, just in case."
"Ok."
"How are you feeling now?" The nurse asked. "Do you need any more pain medication?"
"Are you guys absolutely sure they didn't nick any of my arteries?"
"Yes sweetheart, positive. Why?"
"Because I keep feeling tingling sensations all over where the cuts are and they're…" she hesitated and Joanne could see she was trying not to swear. The nurse lightly touched her shoulder, clearly she too understood this. "Agony," she finished through gritted teeth. "I really don't like the thought of lying in a hard machine on these cuts. Can't you knock me out or something?"
"We can't knock you out, but we can give you something to numb the pain."
"Great," she said bitterly. "Something I've never been through in my life and I have to do it conscious and covered in cuts. Fucking Adam!"
"We'll be back in a few moments to take you down," the nurse said, standing. "Your friends there can be right beside you if you want, of course. They'll…" she hesitated. "Just have to remove any metal due to the magnetics. Give me just a few and I'll be right back."
Would Michael be allowed to be with her without his metal chains? "Fuck!" She said suddenly. "How's Charlotte?"
"Now don't you worry," it was Joanne's turn to sound stern. "There has been no change, her parents are still here with her. I spoke to them earlier and one thing they were adamant on was when you were found you were told to worry about yourself for once."
"Sounds like the kind of thing the Avery's would say. Even if their daughter is critically ill in a coma!"
"You're a daughter to them too," Joanne reminded her quietly.
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Laurie Strode cursed as she headed down yet another corridor. Her 10 year old daughter Karen was in here with a rash and no one knew what'd caused it yet. Weren't these damn doctors going to tell her anything? Laurie hated being out in public ever since that Halloween night in 1978, when she'd survived an encounter with Michael Myers. All she wanted was to get Karen home and look after her herself. But until she knew how and what the problem was, that was impossible. Laurie hated that.
She'd just turned towards her daughter's room when she saw two Smith's Grove guards standing against the wall close to another room's door. What the hell? Their name badges said Jack and Rick. That was strange, what on earth had happened to bring someone from Smith's Grove to Haddonfield Memorial Hospital? She felt a brief stirring in her stomach and felt the reassuring coldness of her gun in its belt holster. If it was indeed something to do with Michael, she would be ready for him. But that was insane, wasn't it? Why on earth would Michael Myers be here? Crazy. They had good medical facilities at Smith's Grove, Laurie knew that much from her extensive research of the place. There would be no reason at all for Michael Myers to be brought back here, much less to Haddonfield. None at all.
So why were the hairs on the back of her neck standing up? Trying to ignore the feeling that she was being watched, she headed towards Karen's room. Her daughter was all that mattered to her now, and Laurie was determined to get answers.
But when she saw Dr Loomis walking towards her, all Laurie's extremities right down to thoughts seemed to stop in their tracks. What the fuck was Samuel Loomis doing here? Michael's doctor? When he saw her, he too stopped as if in disbelief.
"Laurie," he spoke in just above a whisper. "What are you doing here? You need to be really careful."
"My daughter's sick," Laurie snapped. "Why do you think I'm here? To hook up with a sexy doctor? Don't you fucking dare tell me he's here Loomis! If so, why?"
Dr Loomis had already pressed a button and spoken quietly into his radio. Next moment, Rick and Jack whom Laurie had seen a few seconds ago entered the room whose door they'd been standing by. Laurie stared at them. "What the fuck Dr Loomis?"
"Laurie," Dr Loomis repeated. "Please, do what you need to do but leave this corridor if you can. It's a long story but trust me, Michael is NOT after you."
"Currently, you mean?" Laurie gave him a look of clear contempt. "Why? What the fuck is stopping him? Michael Myers has been after me since 1978! What the fuck has changed now twenty years later?"
"Please," Dr Loomis said quietly. Laurie noticed he was not raising his voice. "Please, I need you to believe me! Is there anything I can help you with? I of course will, but you need to move away from this room."
"My fucking daughter's sick!" Laurie repeated, staring Dr Loomis straight in the eyes. "She's there, that room there! I'm not going anywhere until she's better." Laurie pointed to the door almost directly opposite Danielle's. Dr Loomis cursed. How had the staff been so damn careless? Surely everyone knew the Surname Strode, but clearly they hadn't realised it was Michael Myers with their party. Of course he wasn't masked, which made that understandable they hadn't recognised the killer. But Laurie Strode was Michael's number one target, as she herself had just said. Dr Loomis knew he had to do something and fast. The question was, what?
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She had lapsed back into drug educed sleep, the beeping of her monitors perfectly steady. Joanne glanced quizzically at Jack and Rick, but both shook their heads. All Joanne's equipment was in her room having been removed when she'd been brought in unconscious, so she had no radio. Rick stepped forward and hugged her gently but tightly.
"We'll talk babe," he whispered. "As soon as we can. But I'm so glad to see you're ok! I love you," he kissed her cheek.
"Is she conscious?" Jack asked softly. Joanne shook her head. "The drugs have knocked her out again poor thing. I just hope it stays that way for her scans."
A nurse opened the door then and told them they'd be taking her down in ten minutes. Joanne nodded.
It was at that moment while the door was open that Michael Myers and Laurie Strode saw one another. Totally silently and without emotion, Michael got to his feet, pulling out his mask.
"Shit," Rick cursed. "Fuck!"
"Michael," Jack pleaded. "Please listen to me man. Please don't do this! Danielle needs you!" But he stopped. It was clear Michael wasn't hearing a word any of them were saying, his cold, intense black eyes fixed on his target since 1978. Rick was sure that chains or no chains, Michael would kill Laurie if he got the chance. The chains were after all way looser than they should be, purely for show. But now, Rick realised the stupidity of this mistake. They'd trusted Michael and in normal circumstances were sure they'd be able to. But now? Why the holy fuck was Laurie damn Strode here, now?
Rick and Jack moved into action, moving to either side of the killer. Despite having no protective equipment, Joanne was the one who moved to block the door.
'Go, Laurie!' Jack pleaded silently. 'Please! Go!'
As both male guards watched helplessly, Michael pushed Joanne aside as easily as if she were made of plastic. Joanne staggered and hit the wall, but even then she couldn't help noticing how Michael hadn't used anywhere near as much force as the old Michael Myers would have. It was as though he was saying to her 'I don't want to hurt you, but you will not stand in my way.' Jack and Rick took off after the killer and with only a second's hesitation, Joanne followed. She knew she had to.
…
Laurie turned from Karen's room, a nurse having just gone inside to check on her. She took one step forward and that was when she saw Michael Myers standing right behind her. Laurie reacted without thinking, pulling her gun from its holster and cocking the weapon towards the masked killer. In turn, Michael took a step towards the woman he'd wanted to kill since 1978.
"Please!" This time it was Dr Loomis who spoke. "Please Michael, I'm begging you. Laurie, go! Please, just go! Go to your daughter, she needs you! There is a long story to this and I do not wish to stand here and tell you! Apart from anything else, it's not my place to do so! Let's just say, Michael is here helping someone in this hospital. Please Michael, don't ruin everything you've done over the last few months now. Don't throw it all away for this one kill? Please?"
Laurie was staring at Dr Loomis as if he had indeed gone just as crazy as she'd thought he had. "What the fuck Loomis? Michael Myers doesn't help anyone. He creeps, he kills! End of story! What the hell are you talking about?"
Michael took another deliberate and purposeful step towards his intended victim. Laurie stared straight into his masked face and raised her gun.
"Think about it!" Rick hissed. "For God's sake think! You start firing here Laurie, in a hospital you'll start an all-out riot! There's… at least one critically ill person in here we know of and believe me, it won't help! Michael, please take off your mask. Someone sees Michael Myers? Also starting a riot! Please, I know you hate each other… just… please, not here? Outside if you absolutely must… but not here! Please!"
Michael reached up and grabbed Laurie by the shoulders. Rick had been right. Chained or not, Michael Myers was strong, inhuman. Rick had always suspected this, but now he was seeing it right in front of his eyes. Laurie's mouth opened in surprise as Michael started dragging her away from the room and towards an exit door out of the ward.
"Move!" Dr Loomis said to his guards as quietly as he could without shouting. They didn't need telling twice. Rick, Jack and even Joanne all sprinted after them.
Laurie stared as the three guards rushed out of the door and stopped in front of them. Why the hell had Michael Myers taken the time to drag her away from this particular ward before killing her? Why did he care where she died? As long as she did?
There were no cameras in this corridor, it was also pretty dark. Though she hated to admit it, Laurie could see the guards and Dr Loomis' point. Firing in a hospital would be a very bad idea indeed. Whoever Michael was "helping" here and everyone else would panic. But what if that was a made up story? What if they were lying to her? Laurie's hesitation was her mistake. Because next second, Michael had slammed her up against the brick wall and his hands were around her throat.
"MICHAEL!" One of the guards yelled and the three of them moved into action with a speed that even while struggling for breath, Laurie couldn't help but admire. They'd clearly been trained well. Both male guards grabbed Michael's arms and tried to pull his hands from her throat, while the female took Laurie's arm, trying to pull her backwards and away from Michael.
"Come on man," one of the men gasped for breath. "Please! This isn't helping! She needs you! Control the kill, Michael! You have to! What about her, huh? She's injured, and about to have scans, the woman you love! You do this and you won't see her for a very long time! We turned a blind eye in Smith's Grove because we could and because you were protecting her she'd been cruelly wronged, but we won't be able to do so here! Not a chance in hell!"
Laurie was still fighting for her life; Myers' hands were a death grip around her throat. But she had registered what the guard had said. Michael Myers had a woman he loved? What the fuck? Were these guys crazy too? Michael Myers didn't love; he didn't know how or even what it was! Laurie knew this! Michael Myers was an inhuman killing machine, that was all there was to it. Laurie knew that no matter who this woman was, not even she would be able to save her from Michael Myers. Laurie could feel her strength ebbing away, then her knees gave out from under her, only held up by Michael's grip on her neck. Unconsciousness swam at the edges of her vision and she had no choice but to give in to the approaching darkness and oblivion.
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Emma Avery looked sadly at her daughter, still unmoving and unconscious in her hospital bed and hooked up to several flashing and beeping machines. Colin who was sitting beside her lovingly took her hand.
"Mom?"
Emma smiled sadly at her son, then reached over and put her arm around him. "Sorry darling, this whole thing is just…" she took a shuddering breath. "I'm so glad they've found her, but what will Adam try next? That's what scares me beyond anything else."
Colin shot his mother a look. "Mom, from what I heard Michael Myers was with the party who rescued her. Are you seriously telling me you believe Adam is still alive?"
Emma looked at him for a second, clearly not understanding. Then her mouth fell open. "I… I guess I didn't think of that," she said, her voice shaking slightly.
Colin and Dave had eventually told Emma that Danielle had been kidnapped by Adam and that rescue was underway, but they hadn't given her all the details until they knew she was safe in this very same hospital. Now, Emma looked steadily back at her son.
"You really think that's true?" She put a hand to her mouth. "That Adam is dead I mean?"
"If Michael Myers entered his house, got her out and left Adam Dawson alive, I'll be very surprised indeed," Colin said simply. "So yes, I think its true mom."
Emma made no response this time. In unison, mother and son turned back to look down at their daughter and sister unconscious in her hospital bed.
"Come on sis," Colin murmured. "If I'm right, Adam Dawson will and can never hurt you again. Please, just wake up? We need you; we love you! You're safe now."
"That's if she doesn't have irreparable brain damage from this," Emma said, blinking back tears. "Mom," Colin said gently but firmly. "We don't know what will happen yet, we can't start worrying before it's even happened. We have to trust the doctors and even they aren't sure yet. She might make a full recovery."
Emma knew her son was right, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She sighed, but slowly nodded to him. "I want to talk with her as soon as I can," she said after a few moments of silence.
Colin nodded. "Of course you do mom, we all do. She's being checked over in surgery at the moment, just in case that bastard hurt her internally."
"I know," Emma nodded, just as Dave walked back in to the room. "How's she?" Colin and Emma said together.
Looking at his father, Colin was struck by the thought his old man had aged twenty years in the space of just twenty-four hours. He looked exhausted, almost grey. But then he reasoned, they probably didn't look all that hot they right then.
"I don't know any more than you do," Dave slumped in to the chair beside Colin's. "They won't let anyone into where she is accepting very few."
"Do you know if…" Emma began, catching her husband's eyes. Dave shook his head. He knew what his wife was asking. Was Michael Myers with her?
"I don't know hon," Dave said heavily. "We can't get in to her ward just now. Last Dr Merrick told me they're taking her down for scans very soon."
"Fuck!" Colin slammed his hand against Charlotte's wheeled table, making the contents rattle. "How I fucking wish I could've seen it if indeed Myers has killed that little fucker! That fucking misogynist would deserve whatever he got! But damn it I wish I'd seen it!"
"I don't think you're alone there son," Dave squeezed his son's shoulder. "I think we all would. Not least Charlotte."
Dave turned back to Emma, who was looking sadly at their unconscious daughter. "Are you going to talk to her about what we discussed?"
"Yes," Emma said, her voice hoarse with crying for both her daughter and the woman who she considered one. "As soon as I can."
"I think she'll listen to you mom," Colin took his mother's hand again. "She loves you like a mother. You've done way more for her than her so-called mother ever did!"
Emma smiled sadly at her son. "Thank you darling, that is sadly true."
"You know," Colin said quietly, as if to himself. "If things had been different, I could've seen myself possibly with her. I've liked her all my life, but now?" He laughed humourlessly. "I am sure as fuck not arguing with Michael Myers! If he makes her happy, fair play to the guy! I won't be standing in his way! But I swear to God if he ever hurts her, I won't hesitate to take revenge."
"Well let's just hope he doesn't," Dave said very quietly, also looking at Charlotte's unconscious form. "Charlotte's already come close to death at the hands of a so-called man; we don't want you to follow her."
Colin looked away, unable or unwilling to answer.