She was alone now, Laurie had escaped and Michael went after her. (Y/N) wanted to think that he wasn't going to hurt her, after all, Laurie did end up being his long lost sister.

(Y/N) was unsure at first, but then again...their similarities from their past selves and their deceased mother made her think she was Angel Myers.

The woman slowly got up, carefully walking over to the mess Michael had made not too long ago. Since she was only wearing socks, it made it difficult to pass by. She huffed, running a hand through her hair.

Michael is a strong man and the fact that he did all that shit, made her almost piss herself. Not to mention how he pushed her to the ground. That hurt her like a bitch.

She'll probably end up getting a few bruises, though.

" I need to get out of here. "

A loud scream was heard nearby. (Y/N) lifted her head up, a chill running down her spine. She jumped over the junk and finally got out, the cool autumn breeze hitting her face. Michael probably caught Laurie again, but taking advantage of the situation, (Y/N) can maybe put a stop to him. She is not tied up anymore and can make a quick run to the nearest house and call up the authorities.

He'll get caught and be sent to jail.

Laurie will be safe.

She will be safe.

They didn't make it that far. (Y/N) ran over to see a crying Laurie trying to climb up an empty swimming pool, Michael slowly moving forward. Before he could even move down, he turned his head to meet her gaze.

" Michael... Leave her alone... W...Will you? " The stuttering woman swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a step back.

Michael looks back at a screaming Laurie, then back at (Y/N).

" You will, right? " She sobbed.

No answer.

He didn't give his girl an answer and instead continued to walk towards her.

Laurie shook her head, a bunch of tears spilling out her eyes, screaming and begging Michael not to hurt her.

(Y/N) bit her lip.

" Mickey! " She hollered, hoping that calling him by his nickname will make him halt. He did.

It had been a long time since he had heard that. Sure, one of Smith's Grove's staff had called him by his nickname, but it wasn't the same.

The way it rolled off her tongue.

It was unique.

He gripped his knife tightly and turned back to look at her. (Y/N) was afraid, shaking and crying. What she was is a sobbing mess, her hands formed into fists.

She was trying to be brave.

" You're not going to do anything to her. " (Y/N) took a step forward. There was a sudden look of determination on her face. Michael tilted his head, almost looking like a lost puppy, but it wasn't anything like that.

He was asking himself if what she said was some sort of challenge. 'Don't do anything or else. ' That's what he thought about it.

Michael ignored her and walked over to Laurie.

He hadn't even taken five steps when an annoying presence made his appearance. Michael has heard that voice the last few years of his life. He thought he wouldn't have to see his face again, but there he was...trying to stop him.

Michael turns his head to look at Doctor Loomis, his eyes darker than usual. (Y/N) noticed an evil aura coming from the large man.

"It's me... remember me? Samuel Loomis. "

Samuel Loomis?

(Y/N) did remember that name. A very familiar name. He's the author of that book. That book he wrote about Michael.

She could go over there and punch the man, but it looked like he was willing to help them out. It wasn't the time to act like a savage, a literal murderer is on the loose and he's right in front of them.

Michael didn't give a crap if Loomis was there. He definitely was done with his shit. All he wants is to get his younger sister and the old man is getting in his way.

The tall male ignored the elder man and proceeded to move forward.

" Michael... stop! "

Laurie was screaming out loud, crying her eyes out in terror.

The (H/C) woman was about to try a way to stop her old friend, but Loomis decided to take matters into his own hands and shot Michael three times. When he shot him, though he begged him to stop moving. He never stopped and now he laid facedown on the ground.

A soft gasp escaped her parted lips.

Everything is over.

Her old friend is dead... Right?

(Y/N) dropped to the floor, onto her knees. She bit her lip, tears threatening to pour out of her eyes.

The female wasn't sure what to feel anymore. She felt partially sad and devastated that he's gone, but primarily she honestly felt guilty and wished to turn back time so she could of at least be able to save him from that darkness... from everything.

But what could she do?

She was a kid.

She didn't know about anything.

(Y/N) covered her mouth, preventing whimpers to come out.

Loomis held Laurie and looked over at the horrified woman. He was concerned and walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

" You're a victim as well? " He asks, raspy voice snapping her out of her thoughts.

" M...More like an old friend. " She muttered loud enough to hear.

" Take Laurie to safety... I'll stay here. " (Y/N) tell him, slowly getting up.

Loomis nods, walking away with the terrified teen. Once they were gone, she approached his body and gave it a very light kick.

" Look at you... " She nudged his injured shoulder with her foot and crouched down, wiping a few tears off her eyes. " This wouldn't have happened if you didn't break out of that sanitarium. "

She chuckled.

" Always so stubborn... Just like when we were kids. "

" I guess... I guess it's my fault. You kidnapped me, which can only mean one thing... You killed all of those people in your way to not only get to Laurie but also me. "

" Maybe you don't have a conscience, but I do. Those murders you committed today will always haunt me. That girl back there... She will haunt me. " Her finger rubbed off the dirt on his dark jumpsuit.

He was still warm.

He's alive.

She wasn't shocked. If he survived getting stabbed in the shoulder by his sister and walking away as if nothing happened, then three gunshots don't mean shit.

He flinched at her touch and slowly sat up.

" You need to stop. " She tells him. She's shaking now.

He sends her a dark glare, meaning that he won't.

" I see. " She looked away and sighed.

" You're a damn child. You haven't grown up for shit. "

Such big words for a fragile woman like her. That's what Michael thought.

" Don't expect her to even remember you. She was a baby when you decided to go all stab-stab on those people. "

She stood up and turned around. She was getting ready to leave and call somebody up to get Michael and take him to jail.

(Y/N) thought he was weak to even move, but no.

He grabbed her hand and harshly pulled her back, making the woman fall onto his lap.

Her eyes widened in shock.

That was unexpected, for sure.

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