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"If I can't have her..." were the last words the guy on the ground mustered before he plunged the knife deep into his throat. What an amateur, I thought, still not understanding why the Boogeyman let him live and help him with the murders.
I was standing in the shadows, out of Laurie's sight, silently laughing at how pathetic she looked after pulling the weapon out and then being screamed at by her granddaughter. They were all so stupid, so blind.
She claimed that she saw the evil of Myers in Corey's eyes, that he hold the same dark gaze in them. Too bad she spent so many years obsessing over a locked-up man, rather than giving more thought to her surroundings. She might have had a chance to expect what was coming for her tonight.
My mother was a nurse in Smiths Grove Sanitarium, first meeting Michael while working under doctor Loomis, and falling for him at the first sight. While the same couldn't be said for Michael, he somehow certainly gained some sort of affection towards the nurse after a few years, opening up in his way, and allowing her to learn how to understand him in a way no doctor ever could. This 'relationship', after the doctor's death, lead to me being born, and although she never said anyone who my father was, it seemed like all the staff already knew, all of them except the doctors. I heard it all the time from other nurses every time mother took me with her, "You have your father's eyes!". I was allowed to enter his cell with mom when she was doing checkups on him, for that little family time, if one could call it that, just never when the doctors were around. She taught me how to read him too, preparing me for the time that had since already come.
Looking at the body on the ground I allowed my mind to wander to the memories of my sparse meetings with Corey.
I was on the way to the basement of my house, fully prepared to scold my poker face of a father for bringing yet another victim inside, just to see that he let the guy live, and escape, almost ramming into me on his way out. But there was no need for me to question father about what just happened, the way he stood told me all I needed. He didn't know it either.
I kept my eyes on the guy, learning his name and the fact that he needed therapy, just like everybody else in Haddonfield. His meeting with Allyson Nelson was interesting information, but nothing father would know about.
Disappointed, I returned home, just to be met with him presenting a cop as an offering to the Shape, hoping in becoming something of an apprentice. I scoffed at the sight, why would father ever give over his mantle to some random guy, someone so careless and incompetent, when I was right there, his own child? oh, how mistaken I was.
And the audacity he had for claiming the mask for himself...
I was actually quite sad that it wasn't me who took his life away. No matter, father was here, taking back what was rightfully his. While reaching for the knife, Corey's body began to shake violently. I tightened my gloved hold on my own blade, ready to strike and deal the final blow, just to be stopped by the Boogeyman's cold stare as he broke the boy's neck. Stay concentrated, be observant .
The sound of a lock brought our focus to the kitchen, where the microwave was now turned on as well. Laurie Strode was on the move.
Father let me go first, it was clear as a day to me that she was hiding in the pantry, I motioned to my father to wait, while I walked to the so-obviously prepared distraction to turn it off.
We both made our way, walking in sync to keep my presence a secret for a while longer. I stood to the side when the door flew open, the woman launching forward, knocking fathers blade out of his hand with an extinguisher. She was about to lend another hit, but I was quick to stab her side and twist the knife, making her drop the item and turn around while screaming in pain, backing right into the Boogeyman's arms, only then realizing her mistake.
With her head being pulled back and hands held behind her, she looked into my eyes, it took her a second to figure out who I might be. She wasn't scared, more so just angry and in pain. Good. "Want me to hold her for you?" I asked, though he didn't need my help as he swiftly swapped his hand from Laurie's hair to her neck, to which she instinctively jerked her hands too. With a now free hand, father ripped the knife from her side, fast to slice deep into the older woman's unprotected middle, guts spilling out, and stabbing the knife into her ribcage a few times before pulling it out for the last time and dropping her body on the bloody floor. She was sure to bleed out now.
"NO!" a sharp voice of protest pierced the air. Allyson has returned just a minute too late. Full of adrenaline, she mindlessly threw herself at the Shape, but I was more than happy to wrestle her off of him myself.
She hit the ground hard enough to stun her for a while, so I reached for the knife father had previously dropped and cut open her throat, thick hot liquid coating our surroundings. I wanted to let her know this wasn't personal from my side, but what was the point, she was a dead girl walking now anyway. With that line of thought and the sound of police sirens in the background, I plunged the blade into her heart, ending her life there and then.
It was time to go home.