"Mr. Dawson, you are not seriously suggesting what I think you are, are you?"
Jason Banks stared at his client from across the meeting room table, almost lost for words. Dawson couldn't really be serious, could he?"
"I'm deadly fucking serious Mr. Banks," Dawson said smoothly. "I'm certain those bastards think they've proved I arranged the attack on that blind bitch! I've been told if they prove it beyond doubt, my sentence will be greatly increased, and I'm not due to get out of this shit hole for at least another ten years as it is!"
"So… What?" Banks said. "You're asking to… make a deal with the woman you attacked?"
"Damn fucking right! If that bitch stops them increasing my sentence, I'll leave her the fuck alone!" Even if it's a lie, Edward didn't add.
He had come to his decision, during the long, sleepless nights in his cell lately. Michael Myers could in no way still care for the bitch. He, Edward, was safe to attack and pursue her. Maybe he'd even take her as his sex slave for a while, before he slowly and deliciously… He was jolted out of these wonderful thoughts by Banks' voice.
"There is no way that can or would work, Mr. Dawson. The woman you attacked is… Very well connected, and there is no way she would or will accept a deal with you!"
God, I hate misogynists, Banks thought. Why the fuck am I even representing, never mind defending this piece of shit? I'm starting to think money's not worth the loss of my morals!
"I'm your Client, Mr. Banks," Edward snapped. "This is what I'm requesting, you have to do it!"
"Actually, that is technically not true," Banks said evenly. "I can refuse if it's not in your interests, Mr. Dawson."
"Oh, so… What? Now you're going to tell me it isn't. Save your breath, Mr. Banks!"
"It won't work," Banks repeated slowly, as if he were talking to a child. Hell, he was starting to think he just maybe was. "Why on earth would she accept a deal from you? Your son kidnapped her, was on trial for abusing her, so why would she listen to anything her tormentor's father has to say?"
"Are you my Attorney, or my dad?" Edward shot back. "It's my decision, Mr. Banks!"
"Indeed, it is, but that does not mean I have to stay and see it through. It's madness, Mr. Dawson."
"So now you're threatening to quit?" Edward laughed in contempt. "Give me a break! You love the money you get from me Mr. Banks, don't pretend otherwise!"
I'm seriously starting to think it stinks as much as you do, Mr. Dawson. You are a misogynistic, evil weasel!
"Whether that is the case or not, I do not have to see it through, if my client is deciding to do something which is utter insanity, will only cause you a lot of damage and makes no sense. Let's just say for a moment I did agree to aid you in this. How on earth would you even contact her?"
"I know her address. Or at least, the address she did live in with her family. What I wouldn't give to hurt every fucking one of them!"
"Also, you realise that by trying to even make this deal, you are admitting your guilt. They will have nothing further to prove after that, you will have as good as shouted it through a megaphone!"
"Ah fuck!" Dawson shrugged, as if he couldn't care less. "The pigs aren't stupid, nor, as much as I hate to admit it, is that blind bitch Hayward. They're bound to have worked out I was behind it, after Adam's death, which I am still certain was her fault. Even if she didn't kill him, she didn't obey Adam. She was his property to command and had full control of, she should have known that. Changing her number twice, ignoring his calls, that is downright disobedient! He had every right to take his property back and do what he wished with it!"
Seriously man? We're in the twenty-first century, not the fifth! Banks thought with a rush of contempt and dislike for Edward Dawson. Maybe he would quit after all.
"So, of course they know it was me! I'm not ashamed of it, not at all! But I will gladly make a deal with the cunt, so I don't end up in here for another ten years or more!"
Slimy little cowardly worm! Jason Banks was now seriously tempted to stand up and leave, just leave this room and never look back.
"But, based on what you've just said, it won't be true, will it, Mr. Dawson? You know full well you will pursue her again upon your release, be it in ten years, or twenty-five. You, for some reason I don't understand, are adamant and determined to avenge Adam's death, on Danielle Hayward." Banks had been told she was now Danielle Avery, but something stopped him revealing this to Dawson. "Why? Adam is dead, I'm sorry Mr. Dawson, but he is, and avenging him, won't bring him back. If you're that desperate to take revenge, there are…" Banks hated the words coming out of his mouth just then. "There are plenty of other women you could… use. Why does it have to be Hayward specifically?"
"Duh," Edward said, glaring at him. "Because she was the one Adam chose, she got him killed! That other cunt, Claire, Carol, whatever the fuck her name is, is in a fucking comber, good riddance! So, it's not like I can take revenge through her, is it?"
You heartless son of a bitch! This is too far. I seriously think I'm out.
"Charlotte, you mean?" Banks asked quietly. Dawson shrugged.
"Yeah, something like that. But anyway, we digress. I want this done, today, Mr. Banks. I want to make a deal with that bitch Hayward!"
"I… I'm telling you; she won't accept it Mr. Dawson!" Banks almost wanted to laugh at his client stupidity. Was he really that naïve? "She got badly hurt by those men it's believed you requested, unless you are telling me without doubt that you did. Why would she even consider making a deal with you?"
"Are you daring to defend the bitch?" Dawson snarled, leaning across the table towards him. Banks' finger hovered inches from the panic button.
Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing.
"I'm just saying, if I were her, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near you." This was true.
"Phone then," Dawson snarled. "I don't fucking care, Mr. Banks! But I will talk to her, one way or the fucking other! A letter, even! I want you to write a letter and send it to the address I'll give you in Haddonfield, requesting Hayward to contact me immediately. If she waits, it will only make things worse. For her, that is."
"You… You can't threaten her in a letter," Banks gaped at his client. "Are you crazy?"
"That isn't part of the letter," Dawson said, his tone matter of fact, as if they were discussing an exam paper. "That is just the facts. She doesn't have to know that, if she's smart, she will already."
Jesus Christ! I don't believe this. The question is, am I really going to do this? Will my very morals allow me to? I really, really don't think any amount of money is worth my conscience.
"I say again, you know you'll be admitting your guilt with this move. I personally, think it is a very, very bad idea."
"Noted, but I am still doing it through you, Mr. Banks. You word the letter, you're better at that shit than I am! Write it from you!"
Thanks, so it's on my hands. I hate you, Dawson.
Banks sighed, standing. All he wanted now was to get out of this room and as far away from Edward Dawson as possible, at least until he had to see him again.
"Fine, I will write the letter and bring it in for you to read before I send it."
"Good man!" Dawson extended his hand to him, and for the first time, Banks did not shake it. Once this was done, he was dropping this case. Let someone else have this sewer rat, because he, Jason Banks, was well and truly done with it.
…
Edward Dawson stared at the tiny, crap TV in his tiny cell the next morning, listening to the tinny speakers, sure his eyes and ears were deceiving him. They both weren't. There she was, his bitch, Danielle Hayward! Although for some reason, she'd introduced herself as Danielle Avery! Did that mean the family had since adopted her? Well, too fucking bad for them if they had, because Edward would very soon make them lose yet another member of their family, as Adam had with Charlotte. Or at least, will have, once the bitch finally died. Why was that taking so long? Adam hadn't even managed to get her killed properly.
He stared up at the bench, seeing none other than Judge Gary Leason himself. Edward felt a rush of hatred. Leason was the bastard who'd sentenced him to forty years for his so-called, "Domestic Violence," against Lisa. Yet another one who didn't see women for who, or what, they truly were. Sex toys to be used, and nothing more, and to obey their man's slightest whim without hesitation or question. The Lawyer at the lectern, who was almost having his dick sucked by Hayward, or whatever the fuck her name was now, was Alan Goodwin. He was the very Lawyer who'd prosecuted his son, almost successfully, but for that one Juror, whatever her name was! He couldn't lie, he'd fuck her in thanks! Maybe she'd had a man show her who was boss, and she'd been too scared to send Adam down for that reason. Whatever it was, Edward was thankful for it. At least, he had been, until Adam had… died.
Edward stared at Colin Avery, now walking towards the bench at Leason's request. A rush of hatred for that idiot consumed him! He'd dared to try and protect Charlotte from Adam, and Edward hated him just for that! That was when the idea began to form. Fuck Hayward, he could target her family just as easily. In fact, that would indeed be much easier. Why would anyone care what happened to them? Hayward, Avery, or whoever she was might have, "Connections," he scoffed, but what about her family? Who gave a fuck about them? Hell, Michael fucking Myers probably didn't even know their names! Why the fuck would that masked, silent killer even care? Yes, Edward Dawson, had made up his mind. He knew what he was going to do.
Later that morning when they were let out to make phone calls, Edward called Banks back. "I have a better idea," he said when Banks answered. "Probably better you're in the dark right now Mr. Banks, but don't worry about that letter, you don't need to send it."
Banks felt a chill run down his spine. Should he warn Danielle's family? Was someone else potentially in mortal danger now?
"Ok," he said simply, hanging up.
That night in his cell, Edward scrawled a note to Culshaw, sending it through the trusted inmate.
Did something go wrong with operation Cane? I heard one was stabbed by bottle. How is that my problem or blame? You don't have to do anything Sir, I have my own plans from here, but I will still pay what you ask, I would just like the facts.
Edward knew this would be very difficult. He had criminal friends who hadn't long been released, who he knew would be only too happy to pound Colin Avery to a pulp. But how to contact them, that was the question.
Then, the next morning, he was served a protection order from Judge Gary Leason. That bitch had obviously communicated to him, or maybe her Lawyer she was clearly fucking, had done so on her behalf. The order disallowed him from contacting either himself or through anyone else, approaching, communicating with, hurting, or even taunting Danielle Avery. However, Edward smirked with glee. It did not mention her family. That was just perfect. One little mistake from a so-called high judge, a loophole he, Edward Dawson, intended to take full advantage of. This time when he made his call, it wasn't to Banks.
"This is Dawson," he said when the call was answered. "I know you're there, don't speak, just listen. I have something I need you to do."
…
"Mr. Dawson has been served the order," Adam said to Danielle the next morning over the phone. "He can't do anything further to you."
"That's the theory," Danielle said softly, sounding defeated.
"Hey," Hughes murmured. "What's the matter sweetheart?"
"I…" Danielle took a breath. "I just… I have a very bad feeling, and I can't shake it off. Every instinct I have is telling me something's wrong, and I'll be damned if I know why!"
"Have you told Joanne this?"
"Yes, she's right next to me."
"Right here Adam," Joanne's voice said. "Danielle asked me to be. Yes, she has. I've tried my best to reassure her, but I don't think it's working. Can you?"
"Danielle, oh darling, with this order, Edward Dawson can't ask anyone to touch, contact, communicate with, assault, hurt, or even taunt you. Judge Gary Leason put the word, "Taunt," in there. He's covered all angles there."
"Hmm," Danielle said quietly, blinking back tears. "Yes, I know, and I really appreciate it, but… but… fuck! I just… Something doesn't feel right, damn it! Please, listen to me!"
"Hey, we are sweetie," Adam and Joanne said together.
"No, you're not!" Danielle didn't want to sound aggressive, but her fear was only getting worse day by day. "You're telling me everything will be fine, and I'm telling you I don't think it will be! We all know how determined Edward Dawson is, he blames me for Adam's death, you both are all too aware of that!"
"What are you worried about?" Adam asked, as Joanne pulled Danielle into a hug. Danielle stiffly resisted at first, then surrender to her friend's embrace.
"THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT, I DON'T EVEN KNOW!" Danielle didn't realise she was shouting. "SOMETHING JUST… JUST… IT DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT, OK? DAMN IT! HE'S PLANNING… SOMETHING! NO, I DON'T KNOW WHAT, BUT SOMETHING, GOD DAMN IT! LISTEN TO ME! I BET I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING, OH THAT'S JUST Danielle BEING PARANOID! RIGHT? WELL, IT FUCKING IS NOT!"
"No, sweetheart," Adam and Joanne murmured softly.
"You have every right and reason to be afraid and maybe even paranoid as you put it," Adam said. "What you and Charlotte went through, was nothing short of a living hell! We're listening to every word you say, and we're also taking them on board!"
Danielle let out a contemptuous laugh. "Whatever. No, you're not. If you were, you'd take me more fucking seriously!"
"I'm not going anywhere Danielle," Joanne said, still hugging her tightly. "I will stay with you for as long as necessary. If you must know, Smith's Grove is paying me to be your personal bodyguard, that's why you and your family are not being charged. That protection doesn't just protect you, either. Your family also, will be protected by me. I care about you all, deeply. I would do it for free in a second! So, even if it was true Dawson was planning something, he or whoever he used would have to get past me first!"
"HE FUCKING IS PLANNING SOMETHING!" Danielle yelled. "I TOLD YOU, YOU WEREN'T FUCKING LISTENING, THERE'S My PROOF! "IF HE WAS PLANNING SOMETHING, IF THAT WAS TRUE," IT FUCKING, IS! ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF? I KNOW Edward Dawson; I KNEW Adam Dawson! HE WILL NOT GIVE UP SO EASILY, ORDER OR NO FUCKING ORDER!"
"Have you told Michael about this?" Adam asked quietly. The calm in his voice only infuriated Danielle even more.
"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING THINK? NO, OF COURSE I HAVEN'T! HE'D PROBABLY JUST SAY THE SAME THINGS My SUPPOSED DVA AND BODYGUARD HAVE! YOU'RE PARANOID, Danielle, YOU'RE OVER REACTING, Danielle!"
"Actually Danielle," Adam said. "Neither Joanne nor I have said that those were your words, not ours. We understand your fear, it is totally justified. Remember Michelle, Danielle? Amber? I know all about Domestic Violence, horrific Domestic Violence, and being powerless and unable to stop it, until it was too late."
That shut Danielle up in her tracks. "Shit, Mr. Hughes… I… I'm so sorry."
"Now don't you take that step backwards," Hughes warned. "That was not said in anger, it was just the facts. I totally, totally understand, respect and acknowledge your fear and frustration, the feeling you can do nothing to stop something from happening, I felt the same with Michelle and Hammers that night. Believe me, you are talking to the right person in that regard. Now, before we go any further, what's my name, Danielle?"
Joanne smiled, close to tears, hugging Danielle tightly.
"I…" Danielle swallowed. "I'm so sorry, Adam."
"Yay, that's better," Hughes sounded so genuinely happy, Danielle did burst into tears. Joanne hugged her close, stroking her back while trying to stop herself from crying too. "Now, I don't ever want to hear you say, "I'm so sorry, Adam," or "I'm so sorry, Mr. Hughes," again. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, nothing. My… um… Small ears, will not be happy if they hear that from you again."
"Well said," Joanne said. Now Danielle chuckled a little, she couldn't help it.
"So, tell me sweetheart, please?" Hughes' voice was as gentle as Leason's had been. "What are you afraid of? Try, please darling. Try and put it into words for us? Your DVA and bodyguard, are in fact, listening, with their small ears!"
Danielle couldn't help it and chuckled again. "Fuck! I… I don't even fucking know! Just… I know he's planning… something! Damn it, something! Order or no order! This is Edward Dawson we're talking about! Even if I'm untouchable to him now, my… my family are not!"
"Is that your fear? You fear for your family now?"
"Yes," Danielle said in just above a whisper. "If he can't touch me, who's to say he won't go after Colin, or… or Dad? I don't know about Jodie, I'm not sure he even knows what she looks like. Or Nigel? Hell, Mom, even! Fuck! I should've asked Judge Leason if he'd put my family in the order too!"
"I can contact him today and get it amended," Adam said immediately. "I will do that as soon as we're done here."
"Again, it might be too little too late," Danielle said very quietly.
…
Despite not wanting to, Danielle did call her husband once off the phone with Adam, and in the privacy of her room. Michael picked up on the second ring.
"Hey darling, it's me. Are you, ok?" She waited for his reply. Her heart was pounding. She had a funny feeling he wasn't going to like what she was about to say. This could be very, very bad.
I am fine, but you do not sound so. What is wrong, Danielle?
She took a deep breath. "I… Fuck! I don't even know how to say this. Despite everything Judge Leason did for us, I… I still can't relax. It isn't just because you're not here, either. It's… it's…" She took a second, trying to find the right words to articulate what she desperately had to say. "I just… Something doesn't feel right," she said eventually. "With Edward, I mean. I might be untouchable to him now, but that doesn't mean the rest of our family are. I told Adam this, he's going to contact the judge to get the order amended to include our family as soon as possible. While I genuinely do appreciate that, I… I'm scared it's too little, too late. It already took almost three days for Edward to be served that order, it'll probably take at least another four before he gets the amended one. That… That gives him time to… to do… something!"
Joanne is with you all, unless I have her very, very wrong, she will not let anything happen to any of you.
Danielle slammed her hand down on the desk in frustration. "That doesn't mean he won't try," she snapped. "Joanne or no Joanne, this is fucking Edward Dawson we're talking about! I… I'm scared! I can't sleep, alright? I can't relax, I can't fucking focus on anything! I want something done, before… Before something fucking else happens! Go on, say it! You're going to say I'm overreacting or paranoid, aren't you? Go on then, say it!"
Do not put words in my mouth, Danielle. I have not, nor would I say that. I understand why you are scared; I do. But you have security in place, you need to trust it.
Danielle snorted. "Yeah, like I could trust it last time, right? Look how well that went!" Her husband sighed.
I know, but that was last time. This time, you have people in very high places protecting you and our family, you have a Judge's order protecting you, and it is being amended to include our family too. Once Dawson gets that, he won't be able to do anything.
Danielle hated herself for this, but she briefly found herself longing for her husband's reassurance that if anyone tried, they were dead. That, however, would not help in his release from Smith's Grove. It didn't mean she didn't want it right then though! Clearly reading her mind, Michael texted again.
I know what you want me to say, what I would love to say. But, if I am going to do as you have asked of me, I can't. If you want, come up here, stay with me.
"It's not just me I'm afraid for, it's our family Michael, and you know it!"
Danielle, why are you talking to me as if this is my fault? I know you're scared; I understand you're scared, but I am not responsible for this. Your tone is aggressive, angry, and that is unfair. You know damn well I wish I could hold, soothe and comfort you, as I promised I would, but right now, I can't. Please do not take this out on me.
Reading this, Danielle took a breath. Michael was right, that was unfair. "I…I'm sorry," she said softly. Now, it was time to say what she really didn't know how he'd react too.
"Michael, I… I want to prove to everyone, even that fucker Dawson, that I don't care what he does, I love you, and that's all there is to it. I want to ask… maybe Judge Leason, to publicly change my Surname to Myers."
Do you know how dangerous that would be?
"Completely, don't patronise me, Michael. I wouldn't have married you if that wasn't my eventual intention."
I am not, "Patronising you," I am just stating the facts. I am not even talking about Dawson here, but Haddonfield as a whole.
"I don't care!" Danielle said fervently. "I'd die for you Michael and you know it. Or at least, you should!"
What if I care, Danielle? Does that not matter to you? Haddonfield know the name Myers, for entirely the wrong reasons. You change your name; you will forever be tied to me.
"Well fucking duh," she snapped. "That's… Kind of, the point? I want everyone to know I love you, that I don't care who you are. Why would I marry you otherwise? Why, are you ashamed of me or something? Are you regretting marrying me?"
That is unfair and cruel. I was trying to protect you. As for changing your Surname, you'll be very lucky indeed to keep said Surname from me, if you continue to speak to and treat me as though your problems are my fault. If I was, "Ashamed of you," why would I marry you? I'm ending this call for tonight, Danielle. I do not want one of us to say something we might regret. Good night.
With that, and for the very first time since she'd known him, Michael hung up on her.
…
It took Danielle a few minutes to calm down, anger still coursing through her. However, it didn't take long for the regret to start building, and it came at her fast, like an unstoppable wave. Shit! How could she have said that to Michael? Tonight, it was her who went down to the living room, her who cried in her favourite armchair. She had never felt like such a bitch in her life.
Just as she had with Tim, it didn't take long for someone to hear her, this time Jodie and Dave. "Hey, hey," Dave soothed his daughter, hugging her tightly. "What on earth's the matter darling?"
In between gasping sobs, Danielle told them everything she'd said to Michael, right down to wanting to change her name to Myers. How he'd challenged her for speaking to him as if he was to blame for her fears.
"Well," Jodie said very gently. "He… He is kind of… Right there."
"I know," Danielle almost howled against her father's shoulder. "Fuck I know that alright? I just… fuck! I…"
"Michael isn't Adam, sweetheart," Dave murmured, as he and Jodie hugged Danielle close. "Don't push him away when you're scared, didn't you say something very similar to him once?" She nodded shakily. "There you are then," her father continued. "It's at times like this you need your husband, hell, I've needed Emma many times during this whole ordeal! There's no shame in it, Danielle, let him comfort you, don't put your defences up against Michael."
"Are you…" Jodie hesitated. "Are you… Kind of… Trying to deliberately anger him, because you almost expect him to hurt you, after… after Adam?"
"I don't fucking know," Danielle sobbed. "All I know is I can't think straight, sleep, focus, relax, nothing! Just when I thought this was all over, Edward Dawson is determined to make our lives hell!"
"He has to get to us first," Jodie soothed. "How will he do that from prison?"
"He knows our address," Danielle said. "Alan was almost certain Adam told him where we live."
"Even so, he can't hurt you from behind bars, plus the order he's now under."
"He can ask someone else," Danielle whispered. "Are you seriously telling me you don't think he has… contacts? I'm not even talking about Culshaw, but his own people?"
"They still have to reach us," Dave said, hugging his scared daughter as tightly as he could. "Plus, Joanne's with us."
Taking a deep breath, Danielle now told them what she'd said to Michael, how she wanted to change her name to Myers to prove she didn't give a damn about anything or anyone but her family and husband. Michael's objections, and her snapping back, asking if he was ashamed of her? How he'd then told her she would be very lucky indeed to keep his Surname, if she kept treating him that way.
"Jesus Michael," Jodie whistled. "That's harsh."
"It is," Dave nodded. "But I can also see his point. He's a worldwide known serial killer, the Surname Myers immediately brings him to mind. Your… Enemies will know you were in Smith's Grove, though I noticed you didn't say it on TV, good thinking! But once your Surname is out in public as Myers, it already is on your marriage certificate after all, then you may have more enemies from within Haddonfield itself. I think… He's just trying to protect you."
"Put it this way babes," Jodie said. "What if you, Danielle Avery, were a serial killer, and Michael wanted to change his name to Avery, a name almost everyone hated and feared? What would you do?"
Danielle sighed. "Fuck! I know you're right, both of you, but… If that was really what Michael wanted, I wouldn't stop him!"
"Did he actually say he was stopping you?" Dave asked her softly. Close to tears, Danielle shook her head.
"No, he just asked me if I knew how dangerous that would be."
"Again, he's right," Jodie murmured.
"So, I don't think he would stop you," Dave said, kissing his daughter's cheek. "I don't blame you for wanting everyone to know you are Mrs. Myers. It's clear to all of us how happy Michael makes you, and you're married to him now! I would feel the same in your shoes, I think Michael is just afraid for you."
Jodie nodded. "What happened?" She asked. "When you asked if he was ashamed of you?"
"He told me that was cruel and unfair," Danielle was full-on crying by this point. "Said he wouldn't have married me if he was, but that I'd be very lucky to keep the Surname Myers from him, if I continued to treat and speak to him this way. He said he was ending the call, so one or both of us didn't say something we'd regret, he then hung up on me."
"Have you tried to call him back?" Dave asked.
"No dad, I don't want to die," Danielle said, no hint of a smile on her lips. In fact, as Dave looked at her, he noticed she was deathly pale.
"Oh sweetheart," he and Jodie hugged her tightly, and Dave did something he hadn't done since she was a very young child, and lifted her into his lap, just as Michael had. "We're here for you darling, all of us! WE love you, Danielle Myers! Michael would never, ever hurt you, not in a million years!"
"Right," Jodie nodded, kissing Danielle's cheek.
"I…" Danielle began hesitantly. "I would appreciate it if you Dad, or one of the other guys could… could try to call Michael back? I'm not saying he'll even answer, but… He deserves comfort. I… I was in the wrong here. I don't want him to think you're only ever on my side when we argue."
"I'll do it," said Colin's voice as he appeared in the living room, handing them all hot drinks. How much had he heard? Danielle wondered, not that she had any secrets to hide from her brother. "I was planning on a walk; I'll do it then."
Danielle desperately wanted to beg him not to, her paranoia was still going through the roof, but she also knew she couldn't. She didn't control Colin, and what if the others were all right, and she was indeed simply being paranoid?
"I'll go with him," Joanne's voice said. Where the hell had she come from? Danielle wondered again how the doctors and guards did that, just knowing when they were needed. She felt a rush of affection for Joanne Turner at that moment.
"Thanks Joanne," she said quietly, her eyes red and bloodshot.
"Yeah, thanks buckets Joanne," Dave, Colin and Jodie said together, smiling at the guard. Joanne headed upstairs to put on her vest and arm herself, returning to Colin's side a few minutes later.
"Do you want me to go with you, babes?" Jodie asked him.
"Nah, it's ok darling. Look after Danielle. Joanne and I have got this." Colin smiled at the guard again.
…
Once they were out of the house, Colin pulled out his phone. He was about to hit his brother-in-law's number though, when he too hesitated. Was this a good idea? Michael was, Colin couldn't lie, understandably angry, and he didn't want to poke a dangerous killer.
"Do it," Joanne murmured. Damn. Could this girl read minds? He didn't know it of course, but Danielle had thought the exact same thing many times. "Michael will appreciate the comfort."
Colin nodded, hitting call on Michael's number. "Just as long as I don't die for trying," he said, only just managing a smile. Michael answered the phone on the second ring, but his immediate text message confirmed to Colin he'd been right to be careful.
Do not talk to me, if you are going to condemn what I said. Doubtlessly, Danielle has told you everything, of course. That is her right, but it does not mean I have to listen to persecution and condemnation from you for it. This is between Danielle and I, not the rest of you.
"Wo man," Colin murmured. "Actually, I rang to talk to you. I wanted to see if you're ok." Michael scoffed, and Colin felt himself shiver. Despite this, he kept talking. "Hey man, I told you I love you; I meant it. Just because I'm Danielle's brother, doesn't automatically mean I'm going to jump to her side if you and she argue. Michael, I'm on your side here. I completely understand why you're worried about her publicly changing her Surname to Myers. I get it, believe me I do, as do Dad and Jodie. Danielle should not have asked you if you were ashamed of her though, that was cruel and unfair. I don't blame you for being angry and upset, I would! Jodie even asked her what she would do if it was the other way round, if the name Avery was linked to a serial killer, and you wanted to change your name to Avery. She said she wouldn't stop you, at which time Jodie pointed out you hadn't done that, just pointed out how dangerous it would be. Which is completely correct. I think… shit man, I think she just feels… reckless. She's scared, and can't relax, so I think, apart from the obvious fact of wanting it because she loves you, she wants to do it as a kind of… Fuck you, to anyone who'll hate her for it. You mean everything to her man."
Are you done?
Colin shivered. "Yes, just… just wanted to say my piece."
Well, now you have said it. What are you expecting me to say?
"Nothing," Colin said quietly. "I Just want you to know that I completely agree with you on this, and Danielle should not have said what she did. She knows that, and is very upset about it, regretting it deeply."
That is unfortunate. She has already said it and cannot take it back. I'm assuming she asked you to call me.
"Well, yes," Colin admitted. "But I was already going to. I don't always side with Danielle just because she's, my sister. Dad and Jodie said the same. Yes, Jodie is trying to comfort her right now, but she was wrong, and Jodie told her as much. You were right here, Michael."
Your point?
Jesus, Michael could be aggressive sometimes. He remembered what Danielle had once told him, how Michael did this to hide his true emotions. But Colin had to be careful, so he didn't get angry at Michael's tone.
"No point, Michael," he said quietly. "I'm just trying to comfort you. Nothing more, nothing less. To tell you I'm here for you if you need me, and that I completely understand where you are coming from. Danielle only wants to be known properly as Mrs. Myers because she loves you so much." Michael scoffed again.
She will be very lucky indeed to keep my Surname from me after this. Why would I stay married to a woman who believes I am ashamed of her? I am seriously considering whether I wish to remain so.
Colin felt his heart crack, for both Danielle and Michael. "I don't think she meant that whatsoever," he whispered, fighting back his own tears now. "She's just… angry, scared and I think she just wants everyone to know they can fuck themselves when it comes to hating or wanting to hurt her. That said, I understand your point, Michael."
You're lying.
"No, Michael, I'm not." Despite himself, Colin did feel a spike of anger now. Michael really was hard to get through to. How the hell had Danielle done it? "I'm telling you the truth man, I'm trying to comfort you, like any good brother-in-law should. That's all. There's no catch, no trick, no lies here. Please, don't push me away? I care about you Michael; I understand your point of view. Don't get me wrong, if you'd been a complete jerk to Danielle, things would be different, but she was the one in the wrong here, not you. I'm just… I'm just trying to care about you, Michael." There was a long silence.
Thank you, but I don't need it. Danielle and I will deal with this, I do not need or require comfort. This is between us, not the rest of you.
At that point, Michael hung up.
"Jesus Christ!" Colin said, anger really taking hold now. "He's…" He couldn't find the word.
"I know," Joanne said softly. "But remember, he's…"
"Not used to being loved, I know," Colin sighed heavily. "But talking to us like that is… Not going to help him learn, is it? I'd never walk away from him now, but… Shit! Some people would."
"I think that's the point," Joanne hugged him. "He's used to being, Michael Myers, the one no one cares for and wants dead. The one woman he cares for, then asks him if he's ashamed of her, I imagine that hurt, a lot."
"Which is why I…" Colin began.
"Was trying to comfort him, I know," Joanne soothed. "We know that, but Michael's still learning it. Let him come to you if he wishes. You've said your piece, he knows you care for him, now it's up to him."
"He doesn't have to be so fucking aggressive," Colin muttered. "I didn't fucking say that to him."
"I know," Joanne murmured again.
Fighting down his anger and exasperation towards his brother-in-law, Colin walked a little ahead of Joanne now, needing air. Jesus! Michael Myers was indeed one stubborn, mean son of a bitch! If Colin was brave enough, he'd tell him so to his face too. "So much for comfort Myers," he muttered. "Jesus Christ! You're on your own then pal!" But he knew in his heart he didn't mean that, not really. He sighed, feeling desperately sorry for both Danielle and Michael Myers. He also didn't believe Michael would divorce Danielle, not really. If he did so over something like this, Colin really hadn't known his brother-in-law at all. But then, had he ever? Really?
He was still thinking these things as he turned towards home, his heart sad and heavy. If Michael was refusing his hand of love and comfort, that was Michael's choice. Like he'd thought previously, he wasn't going to poke a dangerous killer anymore than he could help.
It was as he entered the dark alley near his house, that he heard the footsteps behind him. He thought nothing of it, sure it was just Joanne. He hated this alley at night, wishing there was another shortcut, but knowing there wasn't. If he went the other way, it would add an extra fifteen minutes to his walk home. Behind him, he heard Joanne pull out her phone and was certain she was calling Dr Loomis. Colin sighed sadly. If Dr Loomis couldn't comfort Michael, no one, except Danielle, could. Pulling out his phone, he sent one more text to his brother-in-law.
I love you Michael, don't ever, ever forget that. If you need me, I'm here for you.
Perhaps it was because he was looking down at his phone, that he didn't see the figure approaching him from the side. He saw Joanne catch up to him, and if he wasn't mistaken, the guard was running. Why? He turned, preparing to assure Joanne everything was ok, when he felt the stabbing pain to the lefthand side of his neck, taking a couple of seconds to register the blood pouring from it. He sank to his knees, gasping for air, clutching at his gushing neck. A second later, he heard the single, unmistakable BOOM! Of a real gunshot.
He had no idea that Joanne had indeed called Dr Loomis on a video call, and he, plus Michael Myers, had just seen the whole thing. Now, as Colin gasped for air, fighting with unconsciousness, he was certain he saw Michael's face in front of his eyes, Michael's eyes dark, cold, black ice. Briefly, he reflected that Michael would've stabbed Colin himself, would've done not so long ago. "Michael, please," Colin tried to say, but only blood came from his mouth in response. That was when someone ran up and knelt beside him, and now Colin was sure he was indeed having an unconsciousness induced hallucination. Because the person now pulling off her own shirt and wrapping it tightly around the gushing wound, then pulling out a portable first aid kit to do what she could, then a phone and dialling 911, was none other, than Laurie Strode.
"Colin!" Laurie murmured. "Stay with me man, you'll be alright."
"I've called 911, Joanne said, her voice shaking. "Dr Loomis is connected via my work phone!" Laurie nodded. It didn't even occur to her that Michael Myers might also be there, seeing and hearing everything.
"Colin!"! She said sharply, as Colin's eyes threatened to close. "Don't you dare," she almost yelled. "Don't you dare Colin! Keep your fucking eyes open!"
Colin was shaking uncontrollably now, as the blood continued to pour from his neck. Laurie knew she didn't have much time left, before he bled out. She wrapped the shirt tighter, keeping pressure on the wound. Meanwhile, Joanne knelt on his other side, and Laurie realised she was crying. Stretching out a blood covered hand, she tried to comfort the guard, while at the same time trying to keep Colin Avery alive.
…
STAND BY!" Oliver cutter shouted, running towards them. One brief glance at the real time camera told him all he needed to know. Colin Avery was quite possibly dying, would do if he didn't get help fast, but there was nothing they could do for him. What they could do however, was get his brother-in-law down to Haddonfield as soon as possible. Dr Loomis looked at Michael, and now he did step back. Michael's eyes were blank, cold with fury. God help Colin's attackers! As much as he knew it was wrong however, Dr Loomis didn't want to stop him. Hadn't the Avery family been through enough? This was too much.
"WE'RE TAKING A CHOPER," Oliver yelled. EMERGENCY TRANSPORT. JAMES ISN'T AVAILABLE, BUT I CAN FLY IT. GET MOVING!"
They saw Joanne run back to the house, Laurie remaining at Colin's side. A few seconds later, Dave, Jodie and Danielle ran up, Danielle whacking her silent alarm as hard as she could. "The ambulance is on its way," Joanne desperately tried to soothe the family.
"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?" Dave yelled. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THEM!"
"Not if I get there first," Jodie said very quietly. "I warned you, now, I mean it! I'm going to find this bastard, and they are fucking dead meat!"
"Jodie," Dave pleaded. Jodie thought of the message only Michael and Nigel had seen.
Next time, get down here a hell of a lot quicker Michael, or I'll have killed them before you have a chance!
Well now, here that chance was. When they'd seen, Laurie Strode desperately trying to keep Colin alive, Dave felt a rush of affection for Michael's once oldest victim. The irony didn't escape him at all.
…
"GO, GO!" Dr Loomis yelled, as the chopper shot into the night sky, Dr Loomis, Michael and Oliver the only ones aboard. Oliver had called Adam immediately, who'd told him Danielle had pressed her alarm. When Oliver told him what happened, Adam Hughes almost started crying.
"No," he said in horror. "Fuck, no… Colin… I'm on my way Oliver, right now! While I'm at it, I'll call Alan too!"
…
"I, FUCKING, TOLD, YOU!" Danielle shouted, her voice cracking with agony. Dave hugged her, while crying himself, Nigel on her other side. "WHY DOES NO ONE EVER FUCKING LISTEN TO ME?"
When the ambulance arrived seconds later, though it felt like a lifetime, everyone could only watch with respect, affection and gratitude, as Laurie Strode lifted the unconscious only just breathing Colin into the ambulance single handed, then took the seat beside him, desperately holding pressure to his neck.
"Keep that pressure on it!" A paramedic said to Laurie. "Go, go!" She commanded the driver. Joanne leapt in on the other side. A few seconds later, they shot into the night, sirens whaling and screaming.
…
When Judge Gary Leason's personal cell rang at almost 3AM, he knew it wasn't going to be good. It was Sharon, begging him to speak with Alan Goodwin. Leason took the call, and Goodwin told him what had just happened.
"Jesus," Leason gasped in horror. "Colin?"
"I'm afraid so Sir," Goodwin said heavily. "He's in Haddonfield ICU, they're desperately trying to save him."
"Michael…" Leason started but Goodwin stopped him.
"Michaels on his way already in a chopper, with Mr. Cutter and Dr Loomis. Apparently, Joanne had the call on camera, Michael saw the whole thing. The most ironic part? The woman who was first to Colin's aid, was Laurie Strode."
"No way," Leason whistled. "Fair play, Laurie!"
"She also carried Colin into the ambulance and is still with him now. What do you want me to do, Sir?"
"Where are you now?"
"I'm on my way to the hospital to meet with the family. It's believed Colin will have to have surgery, but if the doctors move fast, he… he should… survive."
"I'm going to phone the prison right now, have Dawson locked in solitary for as long as I can get away with! This was him, of that I have no doubt. He couldn't get to Danielle, so he targeted Colin! I'm done with that piece of shit, done! If Colin dies, I'm going to see him charged with first degree capital murder! I will do whatever I can to prove he was behind this too, I would gladly see him on that gurney, getting a lethal drugs overdose!"
"Me too Sir," Goodwin said quietly.
"I will also apologise to the family," Leason continued. "I should have made the order cover the whole family, that is my mistake, which I feel terrible for."
"It wasn't your fault Sir," Goodwin said.
"Bull!" Gary Leason slammed his hand on his nightstand. "We know how calculating these types are, I should have seen this coming! I just hope I don't meet an angry Michael Myers; he probably sees it the same way!"
Goodwin said nothing to this, what could he say?
…
Less than 20 minutes later, the chopper landed in Haddonfield. Smith's Grove had two of them, purely for emergency use. Fast flying choppers, which could cover distance twice as quickly as the Smith's Grove aircraft. Michael, Dr Loomis and Oliver leapt out. Nigel, Danielle, Tim and Jodie were waiting for them, faces deathly pale, almost as white as Michael's mask.
"Nigel, Tim, Jodie, Danielle!" Oliver ran forward, pulling Jodie and Nigel into a hug. "Oh my God, I am so, so sorry!" Danielle was white as chalk and looked about to faint. She didn't as much as move. Before any of them could reach her however, Michael got there first, pulling his wife into his arms, tightly. She didn't respond in any way, totally still.
"Danielle," Dr Loomis murmured. "We're here. It's me, Michael and Oliver. It's alright sweetheart, it's alright, your husband is right here for you."
Danielle felt a flash of fear hearing Michael's name and made to step back. After the way she'd spoken to him just hours ago, she was truly afraid of him. But her husband tightened his arms around her, pulling her against him, before he took her lips with his in gentle kiss after gentle kiss.
"Sir, I…" Danielle started, but Michael hushed her immediately, as she only then realised, she was shaking uncontrollably.
"Come on sweetheart," Nigel murmured. "Let's go back."
"Don't call your husband, "Sir," babes," Jodie added.
Danielle opened her mouth furiously, glaring at her grandfather. "No, babe, please listen?" Nigel begged. "There is absolutely nothing we can do, Joanne, Dave, Emma and… and Laurie are with him. Colin will be fine; the doctors are operating as we speak. We know they are all world class, Colin is in the best hands possible, so he… should survive."
"SHOULD!" Danielle yelled. "THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT, FUCKING SHOULD? JESUS CHRIST! I FUCKING TOLD YOU ALL, ALL OF YOU! NO ONE FUCKING LISTENED TO ME! I TOLD YOU I WAS AFRAID FOR My FAMILY, YOUR RESPONSES? WE'LL DO THIS, WE'LL DO THAT, Edward WON'T TRY TWICE, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU KNOW? My BROTHER IS… DYING, AND YOU TELL ME HE SHOULD SURVIVE? NOT TO MENTION My OWN HUSBAND HATES ME, OH YES, THINGS ARE JUST FABULOUS! I MEANT WHAT I SAID! I WANT TO SHOW THE WORLD I… WE… DON'T CARE WHAT THEY THINK, THAT'S WHY I WANT TO BE Myers SO DAMN BAD! NOW, BECAUSE OF THIS, I COULD'VE LOST My FUCKING MARRIAGE! NOW, we COULD BE LOSING our BROTHER, boyfriend AND son, too! It's the fucking DASC all over again! Oh, you'll be fine, we'll give you another guard, but you don't need it! Just… leave me the fuck alone!"
She tried to pull back from Michael again, but her husband wasn't having it. Pulling her tightly close, he resumed kissing her, again and again.
…
It was, yet another, of the longest nights of Danielle's life. She didn't even try to struggle, when Michael carried her back into the house. She tried to eat, but knew she'd throw it up, so gave up. She was also terrified to be too near her husband just then. He had every right to be angry with her, and while she appreciated his comfort in their desperate pain, she knew they had to talk. God, what if she had lost him for good, and what if Colin…
She clamped down on that thought immediately, she had to. The alternative was just… too horrifying.
At 7AM, Nigel's phone rang. He grabbed it, putting it on speaker. It was Dave. "Guys," he sounded exhausted.
"Daddy!" Danielle begged, something she hadn't called him in years until recently.
"Hey darling girl," Dave's voice shook with tears. "Here's the latest. Colin's out of surgery. He's still in ICU, sleeping under a heavy sedative to stop the pain. The doctors said his operation went well; they repaired the damaged artery in time. Whoever did this inflicted major damage to his neck artery, but thanks to… to Laurie Strode, he survived. She… Her fast acting saved Colin's life.
"I… I can't do this daddy," Danielle sobbed her heart out. "I can't take anyone else I love being hurt, I… I can't! I'm tempted to just give myself in to Edward!"
"Over my dead body!" Oliver, Nigel, Tim, Jodie and Dr Loomis said together
"Quite right," Dave almost snarled. "That's what he wants, he's tangling with the wrong family! Remember, Danielle Myers? "You fuckers are tangling with the wrong bitches?" Fucking right! No way will we just stand there and take this. Our friend, Mr. Alan Goodwin, has already informed Judge Leason of what's happened, he knows you're here, Michael. He's amending the order to say whole family, baby girl I know, it's too late, but he's still doing it. He's also had Dawson locked in solitary; he could stay there for years. Motherfucker! His sentence will also be greatly increased, but Judge Leason insisted on holding off until Colin is… yes, I said, is… better and back with us, able to face that motherfucker in court! He deserves to! As do you, Danielle!" Danielle couldn't reply.
"Is…" Dr Loomis asked quietly. "Is Laurie still with you, Dave?"
"Yes," Dave said, obvious affection in his voice. She carried Colin into the ambulance, wrapped her own shirt around his neck wound and performed quick thinking first aid. Wonder what she learnt that for? That… That saved Colin's life. Laurie Strode, saved Colin's life!"
"Unbelievable," Dr Loomis murmured. "Yet, since you, Danielle, nothing seems impossible now."
"Right," Dave said, his voice so loving, Danielle started to cry again, Michael holding her tightly in his lap.
"Don't worry Dave," Oliver said, his own voice shaking. "Michael's looking after and comforting Danielle for you just fine."
"Thank you, son," Dave said to Michael, hardly able to speak. "We really, really appreciate it."
"He might not be my husband for much longer," Danielle sobbed.
"Oh babes," Jodie soothed. "If you think that you're on another planet! Just look at the way he's holding you right now, he adores you, Danielle Myers!"
Hearing her married name, the exact thing which had caused tension between her and Michael, Danielle cried harder. Michael stroked her back, murmuring, "Shh."
"Give them a minute," Nigel murmured. The others nodded, standing and following him into the kitchen.
…
"Michael, Sir, I…"
"Shh, Danielle," Michael whispered, his strong arms holding her tightly.
Hey, I am not, "Sir." I am Michael, Danielle. I love you.
"I can't lose you," Danielle could hardly speak through tears of anguish and fear of just that. "I can't… This is exactly why I wanted everyone to know I am… Was, Myers, a fuck you, Edward Dawson! I meant what I said, I'm tempted to hand myself into him, just… Just to save my family!"
Do not even think about it, because I will not allow you to do so.
Danielle felt herself shiver. Michael continued to stroke her back, holding her as tightly to him as he could.
"I didn't mean what I said about you being ashamed of me," Danielle admitted, not realising she was still shaking. "That… That was wrong of me to say, Sir, I…"
"Danielle, shh," her husband whispered. "You're shaking. Shh."
Danielle took several deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart and stop trembling. Fear, grief, anger, desperate pain and worry for Colin were taking over.
"I'm here my wife, I'm here," Michael said softly. "Right here. Shh, shh, everything will be ok."
"That's if you let me remain your wife," Danielle said quietly. "I won't blame you if you decide not to."
Oh sweetheart, stop that. Stop. That was something I should not have said either. For my part, I deeply, deeply regret that.
"But you were right," Danielle protested. "If I treat and speak to you like that, I do not deserve you. You make me so happy, then I talk to you like that, asking if you're ashamed of me when all you're trying to do is protect me? Our whole family agree with you on this, I was completely, completely in the wrong."
Well, Mrs. Myers, you are not going anywhere, Mrs. Myers. That's who you are, Mrs. Myers, it is your right everyone should know if it's your wish, Mrs. Myers.
"Michael, please, I really am so sorry! I don't expect you to make your mind up now, I… I was wrong. If you decide you don't want to stay married to me, I can't…"
Danielle, Danielle. Stop. Ok? I love you, my wife. I love you. I'm not letting you go that easily, Mrs. Myers. Not a chance. I was just worried for you, that is all. All I want, is yours and our family's safety. If I find out who did this, they will be very, very sorry.
"Michael, if… if you do that…" Her husband sighed.
I know, I know. But tell me that later when I am calmer, ok? No, I'm not angry at you!
He kissed her over and over, holding her tightly in his lap. She wasn't calming his rage this time either, this embrace contained only love. If he was lusting blood, this time, somehow, he wasn't letting her see it.
"Michael, I really am sorry," Danielle said again. "I don't blame you for being angry, I was totally wrong to say what I did, the guilt… It's killing me!"
Well don't let it, Mrs. Myers. I'm right here, Mrs. Myers. I will be here for as long as I am able, Mrs. Myers. Which will be until this is over, and Colin has returned home to us. I will not react kindly if I am forced to leave before that time comes, or if it's clear you still need me. If you want to change your Surname to Myers, go ahead sweetheart, I would never, ever stop you. Never. Honestly? I would love that; it would make me so very happy. I… I was just being realistic. Hush now, it's all forgiven and forgotten.
"Well, they can fuck themselves," Danielle said. "I don't give a shit! I love you Michael, that's all I care about."
Subject closed then, sweetheart.
He started kissing her again, now putting her hands on his ears and wiggling them, whistling softly.
…
Jodie Craig couldn't sleep. She knew this was hardly surprising, and she also knew why. Anger, hatred. Danielle had not been wrong, nor had she underestimated Edward Dawson. She'd meant what she'd said, if she found whoever had done this, she would kill them. No questions asked. Jodie wasn't sure exactly what made her do it, but before she could think, she was heading downstairs, stopping in front of the coat rack, staring at Michael Myers' jacket. Next moment, she had pulled out his infamous mask, and was holding it in her hands, the very mask she'd discussed on many an episode of Craig Crime. Now, she, Jodie Craig, was holding it, and seriously, seriously considering putting it on, going out to find Colin's attackers, and…
A few seconds later, she heard footsteps on the stairs, and the man of the moment appeared behind her. Had he somehow known she was touching his mask? She wouldn't put it past him. But to her shock, Michael made no move to stop her. He simply came to her side, gently taking her arm and leading her into the living room, before pushing her softly to the sofa, while she was still holding his mask. He then sat beside her, as Jodie Craig pulled out her lethal flick knife. Silently of course, Michael put his arms around her, pulling her close.
Jodie took several deep breaths, trying to reign in her emotions. Anger, pain, grief, fear. The doctors might say Colin's chances were good, but until she saw him, saw that with her own eyes, she was afraid. Michael Myers held her tightly to him, as she almost reverently touched the rubber of his mask. Finally, her emotions broke, and unable to help it, she rested her head on his shoulder. Michael tightened his arms around her at this.
"I am going to fucking kill them!" Jodie Craig yelled against Michael Myers' shoulder. "Whoever did this to Colin, I want to fucking kill them, they need to fucking die! If I find out who it was, they're mine, damn it! Mine, Myers! You're not having this kill, they're mine!"
Jodie didn't know if she'd temporarily lost her mind or gone full-on crazy. Because at that moment, she slid Michael Myers' mask over her own head, down over her face. Still, He made no move to stop her, just held her close.
"I'm going to kill them," Jodie repeated softly, her voice muffled from behind his mask. "They're fucking dead! Edward Dawson should consider what Judge Leason has done as mercy. He's locked up, I can't reach him. More's the fucking pity! But whoever stabbed Colin and the leader of that fucking gang who hurt Danielle, I want their blood on my fucking hands!"
She could hardly believe what happened then. Very, very gently, Michael pulled the flick knife from Jodie's hand, shaking his head at her as he pocketed it, and she could see nothing but kindness in his gaze.
"GIVE ME BACK My FUCKING KNIFE!" Jodie shouted into his shoulder. "YOU'RE A FINE ONE TO TALK, Michael Myers! YOU'D KILL THEM IN A SECOND. SO… WHAT? DON'T LIKE THE COMPETITION?"
As soon as she'd said it, Jodie regretted it. She took a breath, but Michael was already shaking his head, hushing her, stroking her back softly, as he held her to him. He then raised his notepad in his free hand.
No, Jodie. Believe me, no. It is purely because I do not want you to be where I once was, desperate for the kill, longing for blood. After all, I am trying not to do that very thing, on Danielle's pleading. I do not want that for you, nor would Colin, nor the rest of our family. I am purely trying to stop you, because I know all too well how it feels, and I do not want you going the same way as I did.
"I'm just… just so angry," Jodie said quietly. "I want… I want them to bleed like Danielle, like… Colin did! I…"
"Shh, Jodie, I know, I understand completely. Believe me, I want the very same thing."
Jodie's mouth dropped open behind his mask. Michael Myers had just spoken to her, for the very first time. This brought her close to tears again, but for an entirely different reason. Michael chuckled softly, holding Jodie Craig tightly.
You know, my mask really doesn't suit you, Jodie.
"Fuck off," Jodie grinned faintly at him, as he smirked at her.
No, it really doesn't.
She playfully swatted his arm before standing, and approaching the mirror on the living room wall, gazing at her reflection. "Hmm," she said thoughtfully after a while. "I can see why it's a good disguise though, you can't tell who's behind it, or even what they're thinking, no emotion at all." She was surprised but touched, when he joined her at the mirror, looking over her shoulder.
That is the point.
"Duh," she smiled shakily. "Michael… Mr. Myers… how…"
"Shh, shh," Michael soothed, gently leading her back to the sofa.
Don't call me, "Mr. Myers," Jodie.
"I…" Jodie swallowed. "How… How do you calm your anger? I think I'm beginning to understand how it could be all consuming! God, I want to… do something! God damn it! How do you keep yourself from… you know?"
Michael resumed stroking her back, holding her close. He also smiled softly at her then, Jodie was certain of it. She felt a rush of love for Michael Myers at that moment, the most unlikely person.
Before Danielle, I cannot answer that. There was no calming my anger. It was… who I was. My very being, my existence to kill. I thought, felt, wanted nothing, except a lust for blood. That was what I existed for. Or at least, so I thought, until a certain woman broke my defences down, and found a heart I didn't even know I had.
Jodie hugged him then, smiling back, even as she cried.
That is why I do not want you to start with them. I'm not saying you would kill as I once did, but you have a heart, Jodie. Your wish to kill is out of anger, not… not all you want. If it was, you would have already gone out to find them, you wouldn't have waited for a mask! As warranted as your reasons for your anger and thirst for revenge are, I completely get it because I am just as angry, it won't help you, believe me. I know, I saw you open your mouth. You might think it will, but Jodie, it won't. Not really. Do you really, truly want to be a murderer? You and I both know you would regret it, and I am not even speaking of if you were caught. It's not who you are, Jodie Craig. I don't think you could really do it, not really, if it came down to it. You act tough, hard, but I really don't think you could kill, if push came to shove.
"Then you don't know me," Jodie said softly, still from behind Michael's mask. "I could, Myers! I'm telling you! I see you shaking your head at me!"
No, Jodie, no. You could not. It was clear to me from day one you love Danielle and our family, I know you're angry, of course I do, because so am I! I also completely understand what you are saying. But you could not kill them, Jodie, not really. That is purely your anger talking, nothing else. You would not be able to live with yourself if you even tried, yes even to kill them.
"Could you?" Jodie challenged him. "Now, Michael Myers?
Michael sighed.
Danielle has begged me not to, so… probably… Probably not. She wants me out of Smith's Grove very badly, killing them would not help in that regard. So, no.
"Bullshit!" Jodie glared at him. "I don't believe you, Myers! If the chance came, you'd fucking kill those bastards, and you know it! Don't give me that fucking crap!"
Michael shook his head at her again, his eyes still gentle, kind, comforting. His gaze brought Jodie to tears once more, and Michael simply held her in silence as she cried on his shoulder.
Ok, yes, if I could, I would love to, of course I would! But I… I can't do that to Danielle, or the Smith's Grove staff who have been so kind to us. If you really could kill, you would not have stabbed that man in the side, Jodie. We both know that would not do it. You would have gone for the chest, or the… The neck. You neutralised him, nothing more. You're not a killer, Jodie, I am telling you you're not.
"Damn you, Michael Myers," Jodie sobbed. "Told by a serial killer I couldn't kill if it came to it! Why the fuck did you have to say that to me?"
Michael chuckled, soothing her gently. "Shh," he murmured.
I say again, you are not a killer. Come on, get some sleep.
"You've got to be fucking…" Jodie started but got no further as he pulled her gently but firmly to her feet, before finally but lovingly lifting his mask off her face. Jodie glared at him for a moment, then broke down once more. Immediately Michael was holding her again, as Jodie Craig sobbed her heart out. She couldn't, didn't even protest, as Michael carried her up the stairs, laying her tenderly in her bed.
"Shh, Jodie," Michael murmured again.
Jodie stared at him, still hardly able to believe Michael Myers had spoken to her. Her, Jodie Craig! "If he isn't, I swear I'll kill you," she gave him a tiny grin, and almost started crying again when he laughed out loud.
Noted. Try to rest, Jodie.
"I seriously want to put your voice on Craig Crime," she grinned a little at him again. "Damn, too bad I didn't record it!"
He smiled at her then, Jodie Craig could not pretend otherwise. Unable to hold back, she stood, walked to him, and hugged Michael Myers as tightly as she could. "Michael Myers," she said softly. "I want you to know this. I love you."
I love you too, Jodie Craig. Try to rest, come on now.
Jodie sighed, but lay back down, as Michael softly closed her bedroom door.
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"Bravo, Michael!"
Michael turned, seeing Dr Loomis standing in front of him. "I saw some of that," his doctor whispered. Dave had insisted he and Oliver stayed in their house. "That was… Beautiful, Michael. You told Jodie she is not a killer, comforted her, just as you did with Laurie. I… I had a tear in my eye." Dr Loomis saw it then; Michael gave him the same soft smile he'd just given Jodie.
You should get some sleep too, Dr Loomis.
"So should you," the doctor countered.
I am ok. I feel much better keeping my eyes open, keeping watch.
"Which is one reason they all love you Michael," Dr Loomis said softly. "But you have no need. Dave has activated the alarms. If something happens, we'll know immediately. Joanne has also returned. Please, go to Danielle, try to get some sleep beside your wife. She needs you, Michael."
Slowly, Michael nodded to his doctor, heading back up the stairs. Sighing, Dr Loomis followed him.