A/N: So, since we all can judge (by the order that these chapters are going in), we can all assume that the book will end with a chapter called November 1, 2013. Is there anybody y'all would like to see in my next book. I'll leave some ideas I have at the bottom of the page.

You had no sleep that next night. Between seeing Jesse have his throat slit right in front of you, and then being accused of a murder you didn't commit, you didn't have a very good day. Plus, the weather wasn't very good.

You mostly stayed up with Sam. You were going over anything an everything you could about Michael.

"Now, once the sun comes up, here's the plan. You can go on a walk, by yourself. Go to the 7-11 and grab a coffee or something, just go to the 7-11. Now, Michael's built like a brick. It's an evil brick on two legs. So, he probably will be hidden well, until you look closely. Then, it's obvious where he is. Pay attention to bushes, on the sides of walls, in trees, behind trees, everywhere. I can guarantee you'll see him. Tell him where he is. What direction he's facing. Make him feel small and take away the element of surprise. He'll follow you, and then we'll be able to arrest him, if all goes to plan. Get it?"

"Got it."

"Great." Sam stood from the edge of the and checked his watch. "My God, it's nearly three in the morning. Do try to get some sleep."

"I'll try."

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"Good morning," Uncle U/N smiled at you as he sipped his coffee and fluttered his newspaper. "How'd you sleep?"

"Just fine." You lied, sitting across from him.

"Sam told me about the plan you two came up with. Are you sure you want to do this? Make him angry?"

"I'm ready for anything. I want this to be over. I, uh, I know some things that I'd rather not share right now, and I need this to end."

Michael's letter flashed into your mind. Now, it was resting in a room with the F.B.I down at a police station, and it was being analyzed for clues as to where Michael might be.

"Why not? W-why can't you share?"

"I'm not ready. I'll tell you when I am. Right now, I just don't feel like I can do it."

"Fine, I won't push it. Just-- be careful. Do me a favor, will you? I want you to take my pocket knife while you walk, just incase anything happens. Deal?"

"Alright. I'm not really hungry right now. Do you want me to grab you anything from 7-11?"

"Yeah. Could you grab me one glazed donut, two apple fritters, and a donut for yourself? All of us wanted to eat together this morning to discuss something."

"Okay. I'll go grab my wallet, and then I'll go."

Uncle U/N nodded, and you disappeared upstairs. You grabbed your wallet from your desk, and the pocket knife from Uncle U/N's bedside table. You slid it into the side-pocket of your jeans and walked backstairs, slipped your shoes on, and said goodbye to Uncle U/N.

As you walked to the 7-11 (which was maybe about a mile away), you paid attention to the trees around you. Only about a quarter of a mile into the walk, you saw a blue figure crouched behind a tree.

"Michael, I can see you."

He stood slightly.

"You're facing northeast, and behind a tree at Prentiss Park. You're mostly hidden behind a tree, but I can see your mask and part of your jumpsuit. You're approximately six feet tall, look to weight about 180 to 200 pounds. Your shoe size looks to be about thirteen, and you have a kitchen knife in your left pocket."

Michael straightened up entirely, and he held his hand out. You interpreted this as 'STOP', so you did. He gestured for you to come towards him, and you got a sickly feeling. However, you couldn't stop yourself from walking towards him.

"Was I right?"

He nodded.

"I got your letter."

He nodded again.

"Why don't you let the people at Smith's Grove help you? It's their job."

Michael pointed to his eyes (which you noted were a very dark brown).

"I..."

He pointed to his heart, then shook his head violently.

"Don't love? Hate?"

He nodded and began to draw out letters in the air.

L

A

U

R

I

E

"You hate Laurie? Laurie, as in your step-sister?"

He nodded.

"Why?"

F

A

V

O

R

I

T

E

"So, you were jealous of how much attention she got?"

He nodded.

"Dr. Loomis says that you're never here this early. Why are you here?"

Michael jabbed a finger at your chest.

"Why are you here for me?"

D

N

A

"DNA? What does that mean?"

He pointed to himself, then to you.

B

L

O

O

D

You looked around, hoping that somebody was seeing this. It wasn't making any sense, and you no longer felt safe.

You looked away for just two seconds. Only two, and once you looked back, it was like Michael was never there.

What did it all mean?

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"Okay, I got two apple fritters, one glazed donut, and one chocolate donut. Take your pick." You laid the donuts out on the table. Sam and Aunt A/N grabbed the fritters, Uncle U/N grabbed the glazed donut, leaving you the chocolate one.

"We need to tell you and Sam something." Aunt A/N sat down next to Uncle U/N and grabbed his hand, an upset look on his face.

Silence.

"We've decided that... it's best if we put Y/N in Smith's Grove. We don't think it's safe for her here, and we think that you'll die if we let this go on any longer. We have two officials picking you up in about ten minutes."

"What?!" Sam and yourself were in unison.

"You can't do that!" He cried.

"I'm not going to die!

"Sweetheart, you can't prove that. Your parents would want you to live your life safely." Aunt A/N softly said.

"My parents are dead! It doesn't matter what they want anymore! There's nothing left! I'd rather be with them!" You cried.

"Don't say-"

"Don't tell me what to say! You aren't my parents! Don't put me away! I've done nothing!"

"Can you even legally do that? A Sanitarium is for people with severe mental disorders, not for people who are unsafe! I'd be safer to put her in witness protection!"

"We've made up our mind. While you were gone, we packed you some items. Finish your donut, please." Uncle U/N looked sad.

"No! No, I'm not finishing the stupid donut! I'm not going to Smith's Grove!

A knock at the door.

"It's time for you to leave, Y/N." Aunt A/N opened the front and allowed two buff-looking dudes inside. One look like a Chad, and the other looked like a prison guard. "We're doing this because we love you."

Chad grabbed one arm, and the guard-man grabbed the other. You kicked and screamed the whole way out the door. As you did, your eyes caught on a figure crouched in your bushes. The figure was holding a video recorder.

Michael.

A/N: I'm pretty sure I'm right on what a Sanitarium is. I can't be too sure, because I studied some diseases (plagues, Tuberculosis, etc) and my favorite Metallica song is Sanitarium, and I get two different messages from the song, so I'm sorry if I'm wrong.