A/N: Netflix has released a trailer for Texas Chainsaw Massacre. My happiness is beyond acceptable levels of measurement. Also, I saw the new Scream. I like it a lot; 8/10 would watch again. It was a little corny, I admit, but sometimes, corny movies are the best movies. Shows, too. Like, The Unsettling, for example (If you want to watch it, it's on Netflix).

You were shocked. You couldn't go back to Haddonfield, you just couldn't! The police were looking for you (granted, they only wanted to help, but they would have to call U/N), the F.B.I was looking for you (and they'd really have to call U/N, as they took an oath), and you'd be forced to go with Uncle U/N.

"Sam, we can't-"

"We have to. I took an oath to save as many lives as I could when I became a doctor. To reiterate the points that apply to this situation, 'I will, first, do no harm... I will strive to be wise, compassionate, and contained with those in my care.' I could tell you about the second law, but it may or may not apply later. I worry that you will not understand the other oath I took, but know that the Hippocratic oath plays a major role in my decision. Basically, we have to because I swore to protect as many people as I could that were under my care, and right now, you are."

You knew Sam was right. You just didn't want him to be right. You were afraid of what would happen, and you were afraid of Michael, and you were afraid of Uncle U/N.

"Besides, if we go back, the F.B.I could get a hold of D/B/F/N. You want to find him, right?" Sam asked.

Why did you give him the will again?

"I wish you weren't right."

"We'll go back first thing in the morning, and we'll show the agents all this," Sam gestured to the mess of papers and pictures around the room. "And everything will be okay."

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Sam woke you at stupid o'clock the next morning. The sun wasn't even up, and he already had two cups of coffee waiting..

"What- what time is it?" You asked, feeling around the bedside table for your phone. Even through the brightness was so high it looked like Jesus coming back to Earth, you could make out that it was just about two-thirty. "Why's it so early?"

"If we're going to make it back to Haddonfield before anybody sees us, then we've got to go now." Was Sam's reply. "I already brought coffee and breakfast; you can eat on the way. I didn't know what you liked, so I brought you a vanilla latte and bagel from Starbucks."

"Yeah, those are fine. About how far are we, do you think?" You asked, willing yourself out of bed and over to the coffee.

"I don't know. The drive is probably about two hours, but I thought we should go early, because if we get there early, then the agents probably won't be too busy."

Yeah, he had a point there. You couldn't confirm, as you weren't an agent, but the F.B.I did seem fairly busy. I mean, between serial killers and kidnappings, plus an inordinate amount of paper work that had to be done after each case, they seemed a little busy.

You sighed before replying. "Yeah, you're right. Give me a couple minutes, and I'll be ready. I'm just gonna step out and get some fresh air really quick. You know, help wake me up."

"I'll straighten up a bit. Meet in the car in five?"

"Yep."

Outside was very windy. Man, if any of the folks down in Haddonfield had felt this kind of wind, some of the old-timers would get off their rocking chairs and be screaming, 'E'rry body down ta tha celler! It's a doozie of a ternader comin' our way! No, Suzie, forget that cup o' coffee! Lesgo!'

You didn't really need the fresh air. What you did want to do was get something out of the trash. So, over to the dumpsters you went.

You reached in and grabbed the mask. It was proof that Michael was stalking you and following, which you could press charges for. Plus, it would bring a serial killer probably to the electric chair. It probably wouldn't kill him, but it might weaken him a bit.

"Okay, Michael, you know what? This is illegal. You can't just be stalking me, a minor, mind you, and-"

"What? What's so important that you had to follow me to the edge of the state?"

"What's it to you?"

Michael handed you a packet of paper, and you flipped through it briefly. Retirement home visitation reports, receipts, G.P.S destinations, credit card uses, things that the average person shouldn't have access to.

"H-how did you get these?"

"You realize that if I do that, only one of you is coming out alive?"

Michael took his knife out of his pocket.

You sighed as you headed back inside. Sam had just finished making both beds, and he was headed for the door.

"Sam, someone outside wants to see you."

"Who?" Sam looked both concerned and confused.

"First, give me your gun."

"What? Y/n, you're a minor; I can't just hand-"

"Trust me. At least give me the bullets."

Sam handed spilled out the bullets (a fairly easy task, considering it was a revolver) and handed you the gun.

"Now, who wants to see me?"

You hesitated. "Michael gave me this." You showed him the documents. "It's evidence against Uncle U/N."

"Michael Myers? The serial killer?"

Sam rushed outside and saw Michael, sitting against the grill of his car.

"MICHAEL, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" Sam roared, leaping at the boulder, who now was standing. "HAVE YOU BEEN STALKING-"

"Hey, shut up out there!" The monotone man shouted.

Sam lowered his voice to a hiss. "Have you been stalking her?"

"A- a lawyer? Why would he need a lawyer?"

"Jesus, Joseph, and Mary." Sam rubbed his neck and squeezed his eyes shut. "How do I know that you aren't planning to kill us both?"

"Well, she had a heart attack, didn't she?"

"Oh, god. Did Uncle U/N kill Laurie?"

You felt sick. That bagel no longer seemed appetizing, and neither did your coffee. Promptly, you turned and vomited.

Sam considered Michael's point. He took the stack of papers and looked at the transactions. Sure enough, there were stops leading towards Haddonfield. Gas stations in Ann Arbor, Benton Harbor, and the most recent one, at 12:24 A.M, was in Chicago, Illinois.

"Then you're coming with."

Both Sam and Michael turned and stared at you, shocked.

"Then we'll drop you off outside my- your house."

"You're going to wait for them to get back, and then get Aunt A/N down to the station. She knows him better than anyone else, so she could help."

"Do what you need to do. Bind him up and shove him in a closet, kill him, I don't care."

"Y/N, don't talk like that. If anything, we need him alive." Sam turned to Michael. "I'm opting for you putting him in a closet."

"Bring A/N down to the station and go home."

"Take off your mask. Hand her a note, I'll write it. I'll write something along the lines of 'This is Mike. He's mute. He's taking you down to the station. Sam and I are there."

"It's, like, a two minute drive. Just nod and drop her off."

Now that was something you hadn't thought of. You pondered before Sam spoke up.

"Borrow my car. I'll stop just before the station, and Y/N and I will get out, and you'll drive to the house and wait for A/N. They'll recognize my car, they'll think I just took her straight home."