Trick or Treat
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Category:
G through L › Halloween (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
10,256
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Halloween movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
all the torment and pain
Anna walked quickly through the rain, hugging herself, tears blurring her vision. \He's a killer. A ruthless, brutal killer… how could I have forgotten that? How could I have let myself – all those times – not caring –\
Even as she remonstrated herself, another part of her was remembering his warmth, his gentle strength, his delicate touch…
\No!\
She lost track of how long she walked or where she walked to, lost in her own miserable guilt. Anna held no illusions as to how easily Michael could find her, and she had no idea what his reaction would be. \I've always just done as he wanted before – it's not like it bothered me…\
The bushes rustled. Anna froze.
"M-Michael? Is that you?" she said quietly. "I'm sorry I left so quickly – I was frightened – "
The same man whom Michael had tried to kill before burst out the bushes and grabbed her by the shoulders. Anna shrieked and pulled away.
"Who are you?"
"What were you doing with Michael?"
"Why do you want to know?"
The strange old man paced towards her, eyes alight with a fever that spoke of obsession.
"I was Michael's psychiatrist. I've spent my life trying to protect the world from him, and you…"
He grabbed her again – her forearms this time – digging his fingers into her skin. She winced and cried out softly, pained.
"/How could you do it?/"
"I don't /know!/"
Some note of anguish in her voice made him release her. Anna rubbed her bruised arms, not looking at him as the story spilled out.
"It started this Halloween – my friends dared me to spend fifteen minutes in the Myers house. Well, coerced, really. I didn't want to… but I went, and he showed up, and he was going to kill me and then… he didn't. Instead we – you know – and I think he might have come to my room later that night but I'm not sure. Then the next day he showed up again, in my room, and – nothing happened that time, he just held me – then he vanished for a week. When he showed up again, I was at school, I’d had a fight with my ex-boyfriend and I just wanted to leave, so I went with him. And… more things happened. I've been seeing him almost every day since then."
Loomis examined the small girl, hair turned dark and plastered to her head by the rain. The droplets falling down her face obscured the tear tracks, turning what was normally a fairly unattractive sight – no one can cry gracefully – into something fragile and wounded. \I can see what attracted Michael. He likes control, and she would be very easy to control.\
"You know he'll be searching for you."
"I – I know. I shouldn't have left, but he scared me…"
"He'll be furious. Come with me, you need protection."
Wordlessly, she fell into step with him, pale lips pressed tightly together in an effort not to cry.
"Who are you, anyway? – I'm Anna Mitchells."
"Samuel Loomis. …What was your ex-boyfriend's name?"
"Mark. Mark Withers."
Fear surged through Loomis – fear and terrible certainty. Michael had claimed the girl – Anna. They were both in danger.
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Anna shivered, clutching the thin blanket around her shoulders. She could hear Loomis talking in the other room, feel the stares of the police officers. \God, what's Loomis telling them? That I'm Myers' fucktoy?\
A female officer offered her some coffee. She took it and sipped it, letting the warmth spread through her. Loomis came over.
"The police have agreed to take you into protective custody. If you'll just follow officer Hendrix here…"
Keeping her eyes downcast, she followed him into a small room. Lightning flashed through the small window, adding a brief extra brightness to the harsh fluorescent light. Anna sat down behind the table, cupping the coffee and trying not to cry. The event of the past hour had finally had time to hit her with their full impact.
\He killed Mark. That must have been why Loomis asked… he killed Mark and he could kill me, he'll be looking for me now… god help me.\
The door swung shut and she shuddered.
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Michael never focused on trivial things. It didn't matter how long it took to find someone; all that was important was that he found them. Three hours after scouring the town in the freezing rain, he found his prize in the police station window. She was in a holding room of some kind, soaked to the bone and attempting to warm herself up with a cup of coffee.
Her frailty didn't go unnoticed by him. He focused on the way her small body shivered, how her fingers gripped the coffee cup like it was the last thing on earth every time she brought it to her lips.
How easy this would be.
He broke the window with his fist, the pain barely registering. He climbed in, moving quickly to stifle her screams. He put a hand over her mouth and used his other to deliver a thump on the side of her head. She fainted in his arms and he scooped her up.
Before the police even opened the door, he was gone.
Even as she remonstrated herself, another part of her was remembering his warmth, his gentle strength, his delicate touch…
\No!\
She lost track of how long she walked or where she walked to, lost in her own miserable guilt. Anna held no illusions as to how easily Michael could find her, and she had no idea what his reaction would be. \I've always just done as he wanted before – it's not like it bothered me…\
The bushes rustled. Anna froze.
"M-Michael? Is that you?" she said quietly. "I'm sorry I left so quickly – I was frightened – "
The same man whom Michael had tried to kill before burst out the bushes and grabbed her by the shoulders. Anna shrieked and pulled away.
"Who are you?"
"What were you doing with Michael?"
"Why do you want to know?"
The strange old man paced towards her, eyes alight with a fever that spoke of obsession.
"I was Michael's psychiatrist. I've spent my life trying to protect the world from him, and you…"
He grabbed her again – her forearms this time – digging his fingers into her skin. She winced and cried out softly, pained.
"/How could you do it?/"
"I don't /know!/"
Some note of anguish in her voice made him release her. Anna rubbed her bruised arms, not looking at him as the story spilled out.
"It started this Halloween – my friends dared me to spend fifteen minutes in the Myers house. Well, coerced, really. I didn't want to… but I went, and he showed up, and he was going to kill me and then… he didn't. Instead we – you know – and I think he might have come to my room later that night but I'm not sure. Then the next day he showed up again, in my room, and – nothing happened that time, he just held me – then he vanished for a week. When he showed up again, I was at school, I’d had a fight with my ex-boyfriend and I just wanted to leave, so I went with him. And… more things happened. I've been seeing him almost every day since then."
Loomis examined the small girl, hair turned dark and plastered to her head by the rain. The droplets falling down her face obscured the tear tracks, turning what was normally a fairly unattractive sight – no one can cry gracefully – into something fragile and wounded. \I can see what attracted Michael. He likes control, and she would be very easy to control.\
"You know he'll be searching for you."
"I – I know. I shouldn't have left, but he scared me…"
"He'll be furious. Come with me, you need protection."
Wordlessly, she fell into step with him, pale lips pressed tightly together in an effort not to cry.
"Who are you, anyway? – I'm Anna Mitchells."
"Samuel Loomis. …What was your ex-boyfriend's name?"
"Mark. Mark Withers."
Fear surged through Loomis – fear and terrible certainty. Michael had claimed the girl – Anna. They were both in danger.
////////////////////
Anna shivered, clutching the thin blanket around her shoulders. She could hear Loomis talking in the other room, feel the stares of the police officers. \God, what's Loomis telling them? That I'm Myers' fucktoy?\
A female officer offered her some coffee. She took it and sipped it, letting the warmth spread through her. Loomis came over.
"The police have agreed to take you into protective custody. If you'll just follow officer Hendrix here…"
Keeping her eyes downcast, she followed him into a small room. Lightning flashed through the small window, adding a brief extra brightness to the harsh fluorescent light. Anna sat down behind the table, cupping the coffee and trying not to cry. The event of the past hour had finally had time to hit her with their full impact.
\He killed Mark. That must have been why Loomis asked… he killed Mark and he could kill me, he'll be looking for me now… god help me.\
The door swung shut and she shuddered.
////////////////////
Michael never focused on trivial things. It didn't matter how long it took to find someone; all that was important was that he found them. Three hours after scouring the town in the freezing rain, he found his prize in the police station window. She was in a holding room of some kind, soaked to the bone and attempting to warm herself up with a cup of coffee.
Her frailty didn't go unnoticed by him. He focused on the way her small body shivered, how her fingers gripped the coffee cup like it was the last thing on earth every time she brought it to her lips.
How easy this would be.
He broke the window with his fist, the pain barely registering. He climbed in, moving quickly to stifle her screams. He put a hand over her mouth and used his other to deliver a thump on the side of her head. She fainted in his arms and he scooped her up.
Before the police even opened the door, he was gone.