Halloween 9; The Veil between the worlds
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G through L › Halloween (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,541
Reviews:
1
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.
Halloween 9; The Veil between the worlds
Summary; remember how brilliant Halloween was? Remember how dreadful all the sequals have been? Ok, Part 3 was interesting. Part 5 was awful but had one truly great scene, when the Sheriff shows Michael Myers’ niece her uncle chained up in his cell. (Sheriff “Tomorrow the National Guard will take him to a maximum security prison and keep him there until he dies” Little girl, not fooled for a moment and realising the Sheriff doesn’t understand at all, “He’ll NEVER die”)
Part 6 I actually liked quite a lot, explained a great deal and was Donald Pleasance’s swansong. (“Sitting staring at the wall, sitting staring at the wall. Not really seeing the wall, seeing beyond it, to this night, when the silent countdown would finally end…Death has come to your little town”).
Part 7 was cool (Go Laurie!), part 8 sucked beyond belief, almost worse than Alien 3. Why are all my favourite strong female heroines always dying? Laurie Strode, Xena, Sarah Connor, Ripley, Buffy (ok, the Buffster always comes back and I rescued Ripley in my last fic).
Anyway, I digress. Here’s how the Halloween series ends and ties all the disparate loose ends together from 1-6, 3 and 7-8. For the record, the title is derived from the old Celtic name for Halloween, Samhain (actually pronounced Sow-in), the time when the barrier between Earth and the afterlife/spirit world is at it’s weakest allowing supernatural events to occur. And trick or treating derives from Irish peasants going from house to house demanding payment to pray for dead relatives. Isn’t it great what you learn on the Discovery Channel?
Rating; NC17 violence
Timing; after Halloween 8; Resurrection
Disclaimer; all belongs to Mustapha Akkid/John Carpenter and naught to me (what happened to John Carpenter? He made such great films, Escape from New York “Call me Snake”, The Fog, Assault on Precinct 13, They Live, The Thing “Let’s just sit here, see what happens” writing, editing, directing, even did the music which was excellent synth-pop. What’s he doing now?)
Halloween 8; The veil between the worlds
Chapter 1
He rode his bike excitedly along the pavement, scrunching the crisp autumn leaves as e went. He loved Halloween, loved the costumes, loved bobbing for apples, loved the trick or treating. He almost loved it more than Christmas. He couldn’t wait to get home. His sister would be there and they loved to spend time together. Tonight after her boyfriend left she would take him out to go from door to door.
“Hello Michael”
He almost ran into him, just able to stop his bike in time. It took him a moment or two to recognise their neighbour. What was his name again? He could always remember his profession though. He was a toymaker. Michael thought that just the most wonderful job in the world. That’s what he wanted to be when he grew up.
Michael noticed that there were lots of boxes stacked on his front lawn. “Sorry sir. Are those toys?” he gestured to the boxes.
The Toymaker smiled kindly. “No Michael. I’m moving for work, I’m setting up a new factory to make masks. Masks for Halloween. We’re going to call it Silver Shamrock, for good luck”
“Cool name. Can I have a mask?”
The Toymaker craned his head and looked at him closely, as if an idea had suddenly occurred to him. “Would you like a mask, Michael?”
Michael nodded eagerly.
The Toymaker placed a tender hand on his shoulder. “Come with me then” He motioned towards the open doors of the cellar. Michael could vaguely make out other shadowy figures within the cellar, outlined in a soft light. Candlelight? From Jack-o-Lanterns perhaps. Maybe the Toymaker was having a Halloween party? He could hear singing, or chanting or something.
Michael hesitated for a moment. “I’m not supposed to go with strangers” he pointed out.
“Ah, but then we’re neighbours Michael, not strangers” his accent sounded a little weird, Scottish or something. He sounded kinda like Scotty from Star Trek.
“Ok then” He smiled as the Toymaker led him into the darkness.
*
It was night by the time they emerged. Michael was no longer smiling. His face was utterly blank, his eyes darker.
The Toymaker gestured to his house across the street, placing an affectionate hand on his shoulder. “Time for you to get home Michael, your family are waiting for you”
He nodded. The Toymaker rolled down his sleeve to hide the scarring on Michael’s wrist, the Mark of Thorn clearly visible in the streetlights. Looking up he could see the mark clearly replicated in the night sky, the constellation at its’ zenith at this time of year, the most prominent in the heavens.
Michael walked past his bike, knocking it to the floor as he did so. He didn’t look back, didn’t even notice. He walked purposefully across the street to his house, looking neither right nor left. He left his bike sprawled unwanted on the pavement. He left his humanity with it.
The Toymaker watched him go with pride. Wynn joined him on the porch, folding up his robe as he did so, the material festooned with Runic symbols . “That young man will provide us countless sacrifices. Even his own bloodline, his own kin, the most valuable of all. Through their blood, we will gain the power to restore the feast of Samhain to what it really should be”
Wynn looked doubtful “He’s just a boy”
The Toymaker shook his head “That little boy will teach this town the real meaning of Halloween, as if Christianity had never come along. You see a child. I see a vessel for our revenge”
“But what can he do?”
“What can’t he do? On this sacred, sacred night when the veil between the worlds wears thin he is more powerful than you can possibly imagine”
“But he’s still just one person”
The Toymaker nodded. “We’ll need more than just him. But I have a plan for that. When the planets align and the time is right the hills will run red with the blood of our sacrifices. Michael is the messenger, an omen of what is to come. But they’ll never understand the message until it’s far too late ” He turned to Wynn. “And you shall be his guardian. Watch over him and protect him. You were born for this”
A high pitched feminine scream rent the air, clearly emanating from the Myers’ house, startling Wynn. The Toymaker didn’t seem the least shocked.
“And so it begins. The end days. Come, we have much work to do”
They turned and walked back into the house.
TBC in Chapter 2
Part 6 I actually liked quite a lot, explained a great deal and was Donald Pleasance’s swansong. (“Sitting staring at the wall, sitting staring at the wall. Not really seeing the wall, seeing beyond it, to this night, when the silent countdown would finally end…Death has come to your little town”).
Part 7 was cool (Go Laurie!), part 8 sucked beyond belief, almost worse than Alien 3. Why are all my favourite strong female heroines always dying? Laurie Strode, Xena, Sarah Connor, Ripley, Buffy (ok, the Buffster always comes back and I rescued Ripley in my last fic).
Anyway, I digress. Here’s how the Halloween series ends and ties all the disparate loose ends together from 1-6, 3 and 7-8. For the record, the title is derived from the old Celtic name for Halloween, Samhain (actually pronounced Sow-in), the time when the barrier between Earth and the afterlife/spirit world is at it’s weakest allowing supernatural events to occur. And trick or treating derives from Irish peasants going from house to house demanding payment to pray for dead relatives. Isn’t it great what you learn on the Discovery Channel?
Rating; NC17 violence
Timing; after Halloween 8; Resurrection
Disclaimer; all belongs to Mustapha Akkid/John Carpenter and naught to me (what happened to John Carpenter? He made such great films, Escape from New York “Call me Snake”, The Fog, Assault on Precinct 13, They Live, The Thing “Let’s just sit here, see what happens” writing, editing, directing, even did the music which was excellent synth-pop. What’s he doing now?)
Halloween 8; The veil between the worlds
Chapter 1
He rode his bike excitedly along the pavement, scrunching the crisp autumn leaves as e went. He loved Halloween, loved the costumes, loved bobbing for apples, loved the trick or treating. He almost loved it more than Christmas. He couldn’t wait to get home. His sister would be there and they loved to spend time together. Tonight after her boyfriend left she would take him out to go from door to door.
“Hello Michael”
He almost ran into him, just able to stop his bike in time. It took him a moment or two to recognise their neighbour. What was his name again? He could always remember his profession though. He was a toymaker. Michael thought that just the most wonderful job in the world. That’s what he wanted to be when he grew up.
Michael noticed that there were lots of boxes stacked on his front lawn. “Sorry sir. Are those toys?” he gestured to the boxes.
The Toymaker smiled kindly. “No Michael. I’m moving for work, I’m setting up a new factory to make masks. Masks for Halloween. We’re going to call it Silver Shamrock, for good luck”
“Cool name. Can I have a mask?”
The Toymaker craned his head and looked at him closely, as if an idea had suddenly occurred to him. “Would you like a mask, Michael?”
Michael nodded eagerly.
The Toymaker placed a tender hand on his shoulder. “Come with me then” He motioned towards the open doors of the cellar. Michael could vaguely make out other shadowy figures within the cellar, outlined in a soft light. Candlelight? From Jack-o-Lanterns perhaps. Maybe the Toymaker was having a Halloween party? He could hear singing, or chanting or something.
Michael hesitated for a moment. “I’m not supposed to go with strangers” he pointed out.
“Ah, but then we’re neighbours Michael, not strangers” his accent sounded a little weird, Scottish or something. He sounded kinda like Scotty from Star Trek.
“Ok then” He smiled as the Toymaker led him into the darkness.
*
It was night by the time they emerged. Michael was no longer smiling. His face was utterly blank, his eyes darker.
The Toymaker gestured to his house across the street, placing an affectionate hand on his shoulder. “Time for you to get home Michael, your family are waiting for you”
He nodded. The Toymaker rolled down his sleeve to hide the scarring on Michael’s wrist, the Mark of Thorn clearly visible in the streetlights. Looking up he could see the mark clearly replicated in the night sky, the constellation at its’ zenith at this time of year, the most prominent in the heavens.
Michael walked past his bike, knocking it to the floor as he did so. He didn’t look back, didn’t even notice. He walked purposefully across the street to his house, looking neither right nor left. He left his bike sprawled unwanted on the pavement. He left his humanity with it.
The Toymaker watched him go with pride. Wynn joined him on the porch, folding up his robe as he did so, the material festooned with Runic symbols . “That young man will provide us countless sacrifices. Even his own bloodline, his own kin, the most valuable of all. Through their blood, we will gain the power to restore the feast of Samhain to what it really should be”
Wynn looked doubtful “He’s just a boy”
The Toymaker shook his head “That little boy will teach this town the real meaning of Halloween, as if Christianity had never come along. You see a child. I see a vessel for our revenge”
“But what can he do?”
“What can’t he do? On this sacred, sacred night when the veil between the worlds wears thin he is more powerful than you can possibly imagine”
“But he’s still just one person”
The Toymaker nodded. “We’ll need more than just him. But I have a plan for that. When the planets align and the time is right the hills will run red with the blood of our sacrifices. Michael is the messenger, an omen of what is to come. But they’ll never understand the message until it’s far too late ” He turned to Wynn. “And you shall be his guardian. Watch over him and protect him. You were born for this”
A high pitched feminine scream rent the air, clearly emanating from the Myers’ house, startling Wynn. The Toymaker didn’t seem the least shocked.
“And so it begins. The end days. Come, we have much work to do”
They turned and walked back into the house.
TBC in Chapter 2