New October

I apoligize to all of you who've waited for my next chapter. I be honest, I had a complete block and I haven't written anything snice then. But all is good now. I had to reread the story so far just to remember where I had left off. I still love my Michael and I still am very enthusiastic about the story as I hope you all are as well. So here it is. The next chapter of New October.

~Kadie

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Chapter Seven ~ Dream a Little Dream of Me


As the day turned to evening and she watched the sun go down, Gwendolyn sat in amazment on her couch at how the day went by like a blink of an eye. Her house was quiet, but the soft music that lingered in the background eased her into a less paranoid state of mind. She raised an eyebrow as she tried to remember what she had done today. She felt so worn out and achcy, yet so restless.

"Let's see," she thought, "I woke up and fed Ferris, then I took a shower. Then...I...humph. I didn't do jack shit today, did I?"

She sighed at the clock which read seven-thirty. Ferris groaned at nothing and the silence returned. Everytime she heard a creak or the wind blowing against the house, she jumped out of her skin with fear. Gwendolyn tried her hardest to just forget about last night's events, but they haunted her consious all day and still. She could still smell the man's breath that reeked of booze, yet she could still smell the fresh rainwater on her rescuer's clothes. She was terrified of her attacker's face which was dark and evil, but when she remembered her rescuer's mask, so white and dull, she was comforted. She held herself as she rocked back and fourth, staring out the window in her beige sweatercoat. Slowly, she sat up and walked to the mirror. She studied her soft features and took notice to how feathery her short brown hair was.

"Good God. Your hair looks like Janet's on Three's Company. Nothing a bit of mousse can't fix."

She ran her fingers through it and turned around once again and looked out the window at the empty street. When she took a small step, she winced in pain and remembered her injured leg.
Suddenly her job ran through her mind. A way to lie get out of work for enough time for her gashes and slashes to heal. Malcolm and Bossman were the ones she really had to worry about. Not so much Denise, for she believed anything about any illness.

"I'll make up a small white lie for her. Flu? Yeah. I got the flu, Denny. I won't be in until it's cleared. I've got the flu Mal.", she pondered for a moment and thought about what his answer wiould most likely be, "He'll know I'm lying. SHIT!"

Her face frowned in the mirror. She put her hands to her head and held it for a few minutes until calming her worries and deciding to head to the Happy Horse to let them know of her soon to be absence.
She slipped on her brown heeled boots and once again looked at herself in the mirror. Her beige sweatercoat, a deep purple top, and blue jeans, and her brown beanie hat.

"You may be big but at least you got good fashion sense." she said as she fixed her bangs through the hat.

When she put her hand in the bowl next to the mirror for her keys only to find it empty, her smacked herself as she remembered her main reason for attempting to walk home last night.

"Dead car. Smooth Gwendie. You're home all goddamned day. You coulda gone and got that piece of junk. Nope. You forget. Dumbass."

She sighed and buttoned her sweater and headed out the door. When she checked to make sure she had her house keys in her coat, she turned around on the porch to find Ferris looking out the window with longing eyes, scratching at the door.

"I'll be back in a half hour. I promise."

With that, jumped the last two steps on her porch and began to walk briskley up the street. The cold air hit her lungs sharply as she walked, huddling with with herself to keep warm. When she looked up, she saw nothing but an empty, dimmed street. The indoor voices she heard were coming form all over but none of it made any sense. Just loun mumbles. She looked up a bit more at the deep purple sky and grinned. The stars were bright and clear. She spotted the Big Dipper and chuckled as she remembered a song she heard when she was a small girl. She surprised herself when she heard her soft voice carry the tune.

"Stars shining bright above you.
Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you.
Birds singing in a Sycamore tree.
Dream a little dream of me."


She smiled as she sang softly in the dark night trying to ignore the fear that ingulfed her when she stopped at the turn where her car was. Just a few feet away seemed like a mile to her in her state of mind. When she approached her car, she figited about trying to pick the lock to her car. She heard a few leaves being crunched with some twigs and she yelped, only to find nobody there. She kept her eyes all around her and she couldn't stop glaring at the spot where her attacker took her. When she failed to pick open the lock, she had no problem getting away from it.


"Fuck that. I'll call a cab!"

Gwendolyn began walking faster than before down the street. After a few turns on a rather crowded road, she began to feel a bit safer in the fact that if anything happened, someone could help her out. She was just happy not to be alone for the time being. When she finally reached the Happy Horse, she felt as though a ton of bricks was lifted from her shoulders. She quietly slipped in the back of the building unseen. When she got in she was greeted by Donna who looked schocked to see her.

"Gwen! Whatcha doing here? I thought you were on vacation, girl!?"

Gwendolyn smiled at the leggy, ebony, beauty and nodded. "I am on vacation. I just needed to ask Boss for some extra time off."

"Are you alright?"

"Umm, I've got the flu. I feel awful and I know it ain't goin' away for sometime. Don't wanna risk getting anyone sick."

"That's sweet of you. You know, I've been feeling a strange tickle in the back of my throat. Could that be anything?", she asked in a ditzy manner. Gwendolyn held back her perverted laughter.

"Just a tickle? Could be one of those seasonal colds."

"You're probably right. Well baby, I gotta get on stage. I hope you feel better. If you need me, you got my number."

"Thanks doll."

With that, Donna made her exit with a group of applauding men cheering in the distance. The dimmed locker room was thick with perfume and cigarette smoke. As she approached her boss's office, her stomach went into a knot as she tried to double think her lie and prayed that they'd believe her. She knocked three times and her boss shouted,

"Come in!"

"Boss?," she asked as she opened the door, "Boss?" He spun around in his chair as he sat at his desk. She smiled widely when she saw Malcolm sitting in a chair in the cornor.

"Gwen! My Angel Baby! Come in! Have a seat Wanna drinnk?"

"Oh, no thanks. Hey Malc." she said as she walked in and took a seat in front of the desk.

"Hello.", he responded with a warm, welcoming smile.

"You're on vacation. What brings you here?" her boss asked. They both saw a different look in her face as she fumbled with her hat.

"Well, you see, last night I got like no sleep and when I finally did fall asleep, well, let's just say I couldn't breath through my nose."

"You're sick?"

"Yes, sir. I went to the doctor's this morning to see if I could get some medicene and he told me I have the flu."

"That ain't good," he nodded, "Do you need anything?"

"Well, sir, I was just wondering if you remember when I filled in for Donna about a month ago and when that new gal got a spot on stage and she failed to show up for a week."

"I remember." he said with a grin.

"Well, I was wondering if I could maybe extend my vacation time to two weeks rather than just the one. I just don't want to get anyone sick. I'd feel real awful if someone did."

"So you just need some extra time off, is all? Well I think Donny and Lisa won't have a problem filling in for you next week."

"Really?" she asked, lifting her head with hope.

"Sure. I just need for you to get well. You don't think I'd fire you for that, do you? You make me more money than anyone and you're a wonderful lady who deserves some bedrest. Of course you can extend your vacation."

"Oh thank you so much, sir!", she smiled and coughed a fake cough.

"Get on home and get better."


Gwendolyn stood and thanked him again. She smiled at Malcolm who had a suspicious look on his face. After she walked out, he stood and followed her.

"You're never sick." he said, startling her as she jumped at his words, "Sorry."

"That's okay. I 'do' in fact get ill this time of year, Mr. Malcolm.''

"I don't ever remember you getting so sick that you had to ask for an extended vacation."

"Well, there's a first for everything."

"Not with Gwendolyn Tynan, there isn't"

"Oh stop it, will ya? I'll sneeze on you!,"she giggled as she took a step to Malcolm. He jumped back in a playful manner then asked,

"How'd you get here? I saw your car outside down the street this morning. I stopped to she if there was anything funky."

"Well thank you for calling to see if I was still alive.", she said sarcastically.

"Ehh. I didn't worry. Only you would delibrately leave your keys on the seat with the doors locked."

"Thanks."

"So? How'd you get here?". he asked. She bit her lip and winced her eyes.

"I walked."

"You walked?! With the flu? I'm driving you home!"

"No, you really don't have to do that."

"Yes, I really do! Come on."

"Well, maybe just back to my car. You could use your lock picking skills for me."

"I'd be glad to."



Gwendolyn and Malcolm walked out to his car. Without her noticing, he slipped in front of her and opened the door. She smiled at his gentlemanly action and sat in the warm car. He got in the other side and started it up.

"So your car died again?"

"Nah. It just caught my flu. I have put so much money into that heap."

"Then just get a newer one. It's not worth spending so much on it just for it to keep on stalling."

"I know, but I like it. It suits me."

"If you say so."


They drove off into the traffic and made small chat about that night's goings on at the 'Horse'. When he told her that a kid snuck in and hopped onto the stage, Gwendolyn bursted out with laughter to the point of tears. He turned the car onto the deserted street and drove until they reached her car. Malcolm jumped out of his side and opened her door.

"Thank you, sir.", she said as she curtsied. He bowed.

"The pleasure's all mine. Let's get this lock unlocked.", he said and he pulled out wha tshe thought looked like a metal toothpick. She cocked her brow and asked.

"Do you carry that with you everywhere?"

"Gwendolyn, I work with 'you'. I have to incase of situations like this." he said as she was bent down, picking the lock. He shook the small piece of metal and jiggled the handle and opened it with no sweat.

"I tried that and it did nothing."

"Sweetie, that's what being in the Boy scout's does to you."

She smiled and gave him a quick hug and hopped into her car. She raised her hand and crossed her fingers at him as her other hand worked the ignition.

"Pray it starts.", she said as she turned the keys. When it started, she let out a relieved laugh and smiled at him again, "Thank you so much, Mal!"

"No problem. Get on home, now. If you need anything, anything at all, call me. Okay?"

"Okay. I'll see you later."

"Get home safe."

She watched as he got into his car and he waved as he drove off while she let her car warm up.

"If you ever stall on me again. Ever again. To the junkyard you go!"

As the car warmed up, she looked around the dark night and she got another knot in her stomach as she looked in the direction of the woods were she was taken to. She knew that beyond those trees in the back was were it all took place. It gave her the chills and it brought tears to her eyes as she slightly jumped in her seat, trying to make the feeling go away. After about five minutes, she put the car in reverse and peeled out of there. As she drove away, she looked into her rearview mirror and thought of whether the body of the man was still there. Suddenly a feeling of curiosity overwhelmed her. She hesitated as she drove, but in the end, the curiosity won. She reluctantly turned her car around and drove back to where it had been parked. When she made sure that the coast was clear and that Malcolm was really gone, she stepped out of her car and made sure she had her car keys. She slid her hands in her pockets and held herself as she walked onto the damp grass.

She saw her cold breath appear in front of her face as she tried to distract herself with some thoughts.

"They fell for my white lie," she whispered, "I think Malcolm thinks I'm lying. Which I am. I do feel bad about lying to my frieds but I can't let them know about what happened."

As she stepped closer and closer to the area, she felt her heart pound with anticipation. The weirdness of seeing a dead body freaked her out, but felt she had to be sure it was there. She questioned this feeling, but she just went on with it. When she spotted the enormous tree, she knew she was at her destination. She felt her body go numb as she waited for the strong force to squeeze her again. Shaking, but still, she waited...and nothing came. The stillness of the woods eased her in a weird way. She thought she'd feel scared and fearful, but to the contrary. She felt safe.

Gwendolyn took in her surrounding and made a few steps. The wind blew against her skin and gave her goosebumps. Stepping in the twings and leaves, she knelt down and put her palm on the cold ground and tried to remember the last night. She remembered the cold man who put her under. She remembered he yelled at her to stop screaming.

"He got on me. He got on me," she whispered as she felt hot tears form in her eyes, "He yelled at me."

The sudden realization of the fact that she almost died brought her to silent sobs. She cried in silence for a long time until she remembered what happened next. Her eyes widened in her surprise.

"Michael? Oh my God. Michael!"

She stood and spun around and she remembered exactly where she knew this place. She knew she knew last night where she was, but she put it out of her mind. She put her hands on the tree and a branch above.

"That log. Where's that log?" she asked aloud as she searched in the dark. When she took a few steps away from the tree, she found the enoumous log that struck her attacker by the hands of her rescuer, "We would sit on this log for hours. Michael Audrey. Oh my." she said to herself as she covered her mouth and ran her other hand along it. "the body. Jesus. Where is it. Gross! Eww, it's near me." she winced as she walked back to the tree, peering at the ground for the corpse, "Rigor mortis must've set in. Gives me heebe jeebies just thinkin' 'bout it."

When she peered for a while, she rubbed her head in confusion. She knew last night was no nightmare. She told herself she wasn't nuts.

"You're not crazy, but where the hell is the damned thing?", she said. She took another step, but this time she bumped into something hard and small, "Well, it ain't a corpse." She bent down at what she kicked. When she peered down, she noticed a bunch of small photos of random things like a dog, and a baby in it's cradle. She put them back down in confusion and saw the box that was tipped. "What in the hell?" She looked into the box and pulled out a book entitled "How To Draw Like a Superhero" and smiled. She put that down and picked up what appeared to be a small bag of old, gummy worms. When she saw them, all went silent again and all she heard was her heart pounding. "Gummy Worms?" She bit her lip and put them back in the box. When her hand brushed against soft paper, she hesitantly picked it up and it read 'Superman'. She gasped as all of the memories of Michael Myers flashed in her mind. She dropped the comic, covering her mouth with tears in her eyes. Gwendolyn stood and slowly backed up, not breaking her sight with the comic. She heard the leaves and twigs crunch and the wind whistle through the branches. Suddenly, she backed up into something that she knew wasn't a tree. She tried to scream, but it was too late and she felt a giant force strongly, but gently wrap it's arms around her, covering her mouth. She kicked and waved her arms about, but it was no use.

"I'm dead.", she thought.

When she didn't feel the force around her anymore, she shook against it. Gwendolyn kept quiet as a hand was still gently over her mouth. When it was loosened, she very slowly turned around and froze with fright as she stood against her rescuer. He was very tall, as she remembered. His body was thick and still smelled of fresh rainwater. She looked all the way up to him at his mask as he stood still.

"I'm so sorry. I won't come back again, I swear!

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"My God. Don't scare her, dumbass," Michael thought, "Just be cool. Be right cool as you, a complete stranger to her at this point, holds her down...in the middle of the woods. Smoooth.

He stared at her fearful face through his mask.

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"If you let me go, I won't tell. Hell, I wasn't gonna tell to begin with!", she said as she took a step backward. Her hands felt the area behind her as she stepped, not breaking eye contact with him. "I just had to see if that man's body was still here. I'm not a freak or anything, I just wanted to ease my consious. I see that he isn't. That's alright with me. I won't question." she confirmed as she gave him a very nervous laugh. When she felt her back against the tree, she gulped with anxiety and felt her palms sweat. All was silent for a few minutes until she heard his breathing. Calm and steady like the previous night's. Hers became uneasy and sharp as he saw him procede her, slowly. "M-ma-me-me and my best friend used to come to this very tree all the time when we were little," she said, attempting to break the ice.

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"Whoa," he wondered in silence, "She does remember," he stared at her green eyes and remembered her in their youth, "She really hasn't changed at all."

He wanted so badly to reach out and touch her cheek and tell her that it was him, but something told him not to do such a thing. He was, after all, an escaped prisoner. Michael's other instincts told him to just run off right then and there, but the other's told him to just go with the flow.

"She could so rat you out if she wanted to, but if I know her...if she is still the same Gwen, she'll be cool about it."

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"I-I-If you do not believe me, then look! There's his box on the ground over there. That's his comic book. That Superman one right there," she pointed, "Look."

Michael turned his body without moving a foot and bent down and picked up the comic. He examined it with his eyes as he remembered. He remembered how badly she had wanted it when she was a child and how badly he would rub it in her face. He smiled behind his mask and the realization hit him. He had to let her know it was him. Even if it meant he had to run once she found out. Is heart told him not to leave her again without letting her know it was him.

He took one step closer to her as she buried herself into the tree. When he was face to face with her and they could hear each other's heartbeat, he gently pressed the comic book against her. She moved her hands to it, looked down, and smiled a slight smile. She for once felt safe. Safer then she had ever been in her life. The safest feeling she had ever had since Michael left her so many years before. Suddenly, as she held the comic, she looked into the mask and all of her nerves ceased. A look of amazment mixed with fear and anticipation shone in her face as her eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity. She moved her face just an inch closer to his. Michael felt his heart race, but it calmed when she spoke in a faint whisper.

"Michael?"