My eyes skimmed through the pages, finding nothing of great importance as I continued onward.

I glanced up at Laurie on occasion, only for our eyes to meet and a shrug to take place to signal that no new information had been found.

I myself had began to lose interest in the book I had chosen to read first, so I bent the corner of the page I was left on and shut the book. I set it down and picked up the second piece of literature I had assigned to myself.

I tilted my head and examined the title: The Devil's Eyes.

I wasn't a big fan of the titles that Loomis had chosen for these stories- as they seemed quite offensive.

Michael wasn't that bad! He was just- eccentric.

Michael Myers is special. Nothing more, nothing less.

I swallowed down that hint of anger that began to boil up within me and proceeded to open up the book.

The process of reading through a few pages and alternating to the other book continued whilst I grew more and more impatient.

I was urning for answers.

I was starving for a conclusion to this long search for my life long lovers sister.

Why was she so well hidden from the world? Why did it have to be so difficult? Why couldn't I just come across her, kill her and return to Michael to free him of his shackles?

Why did this all have to be so complicated? Why couldn't I be a simple human like Laurie?

I bit my bottom lip softly and rested my head against the palm of my hand while my elbow propped it up. My shoulders slumped downwards and my hair fell into my face, my eyes progressively narrowing on the many words that cluttered around the pages of the current book I was reading.

With an impatient huff I flipped through the many pages until I found the table of contents, multiple chapters were listed across the page, the page numbers even sat beside the titles to show a viewer where to look if a specific chapter seemed interesting.

My e/c eyes scanned through the chapters until falling upon a short sentence.

The Myers Family.

My eyes widened, and I quickly perked up, "I might have something here." I informed Laurie quickly before searching through the book for the chapter I was targeting.

Laurie sat up quickly, leaning forward and raising her head slightly in a possible attempt to see the pages I skipped through. "Really? What is it?" She asked curiously, her hands shifting to the edge of the table.

"Something on Michael's family-" I paused when I located the chapter and quickly began to read through it; Laurie watching me intently, waiting for a breakthrough.

"Mom... Dad... Judith..." I murmured, skipping past the already known members of the family.

I bit my tongue, my shoulders tensed and my energy dropped. I stared blankly at the page for a moment.

"Laurie..." I whispered, gaining the teenagers attention.

She perked up and pursed her lips for a moment, growing visibly nervous. "Yes Y/n?" She asked, tilting her head and sitting back in her chair.

My eyes slowly left the book so I could look at her, I wanted to see her reaction.

"Angel Myers. Location remains in Haddonfield, Illinois. Her identity remains a secret to society as to keep both her and her family out of harms way." I sighed, tossing the book onto the table and tiredly dropping my head onto the table with a loud thud.

Laurie mumbled something under her breath before reaching forward and grabbing a hold of the book, she stared at the page I had just read aloud to her before glancing in my direction. "At least we know for sure she's around here somewhere!" She exclaimed, her shoulders rising whilst she attempted to lift my spirits.

I tilted my head up a bit, staring at the innocent girl for a moment before pushing myself to my feet.

"I mean-" I quickly threw my arms into the air in frustration.

"I guess!" I blurted in annoyance.

"I just want to find her! I-I need to find her!" I explained, turning away from Laurie.

A silence soon enveloped the room.

"Why... Don't we take a break for a little while? Watch some TV? Chat about life? Then we can continue looking through those books, alright?" Laurie suggested, hoping to keep the peace and calm my nerves.

I waited a moment, taking in her nerves before nodding slowly, "Yeah... That sounds good..." I finally agreed.

___

Michael walked silently, the shackles around his wrists leaving visible bruising as he was lead down the hallway.

The guards that held him securely chattered about their personal lives, allowing Michael to listen in and take in the little details.

His dark eyes scanned the hallway, taking in even the most minuet of details.

He was being lead back to his room after another useless appointment with his useless doctor.

Michael let out a heavy breath, his shoulders rising and falling with his chest as he breathed evenly.

"What ever happened to the girl that Michael hung out with so much?" One of the guards asked, apparently having changed the subject just a moment ago.

The other cocked his head to the side, glancing up at Michael for a moment before looking at his work buddy, "She got released. Apparently she got all better- unlike our boy Mike here."

Michael blinked slowly from beneath his hand crafted mask.

"I don't think that girl was better. The way she looked at Mikey never changed." One of the guards commented in response, making a conversation out of Michael and his partner.

"James- What in the hell do you mean?" One of the guards asked, revealing the name of the other employee.

"She always looked at him weird. Like... Like the way you look at those dirty magazines! Only creepier!" James explained, smiling after finishing his example.

"The was a god awful explanation." The other guard replied, rolling his eyes, "You sayin' she was obsessed with him or somethin?" He added soon after.

James nodded quickly, "For sure! Every time she saw him she would just light up! She could go from a little spawn of satan to a sweet little angel after seeing this big guy!" He continued, raising a hand and patting Michael on the back as if to congratulate him.

"So I see Mikey's gettin some." The other guard joked, a silly smile spreading across his face.

Michael stopped walking, which caught the guards attention.

They glanced back at him and tugged on his chains, "Awe, Michael come on we're just playin' around a little! Didn't mean no harm." James quickly stated, being as friendly as possible as to not upset Michael in any way.

The other guard, who still had no name as far as Michael knew, added on, "We gotta get you to your room so quit actin up." He commanded, forcing a stern tone to over take his playful one.

Michael stood completely stiff for a moment. Waiting another moment.

"I'm sorry Michael. We won't joke like that again around you if it upset you." James suggested, bowing his head for a moment. A nice guy apparently.

Michael inhaled deeply before exhaling heavily and taking a step forward, he hung his head and stared at the ground whilst the three men continued walking down the long corridor.

James glanced past Michael to look at his co-worker, "You just gotta treat them like human beings and they work with you," James informed his buddy before continuing their conversation.

"Anyhow, yeah, I don't really think they should've released the girl. She still seemed a little too odd to be normal."

Michael closed his eyes within his mask, not bothering to watch where he was going, as he trusted the puny guards would keep him from running into anything.

He inhaled another deep breath and allowed his imagination to take over what filled his head.

Blood.

Dead bodies.

His home.

"Alright Michael. Go on in and get some rest." One off the guards demanded, releasing Michael's shackles and carefully nudging him into his room.

Michael followed orders and made his way to the center of his room, where he waiting for his door to be shut and locked before doing anything.

"G'night Mike." The guards shouted into his room before making their way away from his room and down the hall.

Michael sighed softly, his breath sounding almost shaky. He looked around his room for a moment before inching towards his desk covered in paper and masks he had made over the many lonely and restless nights he had spent in here.

He took a careful seat at his desk and stared blankly at his most recent mask, he had finished it just a while ago, but hadn't had a chance to try it on yet.

He glanced over his shoulder for a moment, making sure no guards were watching him before he raised his strong hands and pulled his sloppily made orange mask off of his face and set it down on his desk.

His messy brown hair fell into his face, his hair was a bit shaggy but it didn't take away from the fact that he had loose curls throughout his head of hair.

He bowed his head and stared blankly at his most recent work of art before slinking his fingers around it and lifting it up to his face, he slowly placed it over his face before adjusting it so that it was comfy.

He let out another sigh, seemingly of relief, and allowed any tension in his body to slip away.

He sat back in his seat and closed his eyes, his thoughts roaming to Y/n and what she might've been doing at that exact moment.

___

I stood up quickly, brushing myself off and looking in Laurie's direction to see her gathering her belongings.

We'd been stationed in the living room watching TV and chatting for quite a while. And we had just recently agreed that it was time for Laurie to begin her walk back to her own house.

"Well, I hope you manage to figure out the whole Angel Myers situation. I'm sorry I wasn't really any use." Laurie apologized in shame, a sheepish smile finding its way onto her face.

I raised my eyebrows in concern and made my way over to her, I gently placed my hand on her back and guided her to the front door, "Hey, you did a lot more than you may think. I'm incredibly grateful to have come across you, Laurie Strode." I nodded before pulling the front door open for her.

She stepped out of the house and smile happily, a sigh of relief quickly escaped her maw before she held her hand out for me to shake. "Well, in the case, I hope we can hang out again soon!" She confessed, grinning more when I took her hand into mine and shook it.

"Of course my darling." I nodded.

Soon enough, we finished our goodbyes and I watched Laurie make her way across the street and past the Myers house before returning inside and pushing the door shut.

I sighed happily and wandered into the kitchen, a calm smile sat on my face as my eyes fell upon the four different book that lay scattered across the wooden surface.

I bit my bottom lip and made my way towards the informative books before picking one of them up.

I tilted my head and pulled the book open, I flipped through a few pages and stopped at the table of contents.

Each chapter seemed unique, all except for a chapter with a title similar to the one in the book titled The Devil's Eyes.

I furrowed my brows in confusion before examining the page number.

I flipped the book over and looked at its title.

The Devil Walks Among Us.

I assumed the chapter would have the same useless information the first book I had read had. So I lazily flipped through the book until I found the chapter on Michael's family.

I looked over the biographies on the family members; all deceased.

Only, the section on Angel Myers seemed different.

...

A moment passed as I read over what was written in the page of the book.

Laurie Strode's name was written in parentheses beside Angel Myers name.

It was repeated in different parts of the girls biography.

A picture was even included on the page.

My heart did a flip in my chest.

"Oh my god."