The Devil Walks Among Us; Book l - Completed 4/21/22

Did He Escape?

October 30, 2018

Chaos.

Utter chaos sounded within the walls of Smith's Grove. Constant chants of the security guards repeating inmate numbers, followed by their last names, gathering the group of inmates to be transferred to Glass Hill.

Dr. Sartain sat with two guards that were scheduled to be riding the prison bus to Glass Hill, impatient as he was eager for Michael to be loaded onto the bus. Hoping the shock therapy from earlier the same day helped keep his mind at ease, the faint sound of shackles interrupted his worrying thoughts. Clicking his pen, he checked off the names of inmates he had seen, Michael's number being last, the gestured followed by Sartain folding up his paperwork he had been wanting to take with him during the three hour ride to Glass Hill, one of the documents enclosed was Mia's file as Sartain himself began to be fixated on her, wondering how her practice had brought a lot of success throughout her decade of study.

"Don't worry, Michael, I'll be right by your side." He said to himself, watching the older man slowly make his way up the stairs into the bus, his shackles sounding with every thud of his heavy step.

"Dr. Sartain," A guard said, approaching him. "We found these in Myers' pocket."

Dr. Sartain grimaced as he looked at the items - a small journal and small photo album Mia had gifted him. His teeth clenched as he knew she had been up to after she had been terminated from Michael's case. "Thank you." He sighed, putting the items into his coat pocket, unaware that Michael had been watching him since he had been seated on the bus, his fists clenching as the items that were once again confiscated belonged to him and only him.

"Are you sure you're going to go? They're not going to be so nice to him once we get there." The driver warned.

"Michael Myers is still my patient until he's in someone else's care. So I'm seeing my duty through till the end." He answered, seeing the bus driver nod before he entered the bus, sitting in front of the welded mesh to keep security safe from the inmates.

Once the bus had gotten onto the main road, Dr. Sartain began flipping through his magazine he had brought with him, his eyes fixated on the classic cars that were being restored, his mind still not able to rid the curiosity of Mia's file he had brought along with him. Sighing, he looked through her profile. "No wonder he found an attraction to you." He said to himself, looking at her photo long enough to admire her beauty.

An hour into the drive, the bus began to rock as it was a notification that there was a disturbance. Dr. Sartain stood up quickly, seeing Michael broken free from his restraints, breaking the guard's neck that had been sitting across from him in the back seat. "Michael!" Dr. Sartain shouted, getting his attention before he stormed towards the front of the bus, grabbing the doctor roughly by his leathered hands, slamming his head hard against the welded mesh barrier before making his way to the driver, grabbing the steering wheel and jerking it to a harsh left, running the bus into the ditch off of the road before killing the driver relentlessly.

Michael breathed heavily, letting the immense arousal of his kills excite him. The kill wasn't only his satisfaction, but the fear itself that drove him. He had missed this.

And he was eager to continue, but there was one thing haunting The Shape's thoughts.

Her.

Looking down at Dr. Sartain laying unconscious at his feet, he knelt down briefly to search his pockets, retrieving back his journal and small photo album Mia had gifted him.

Before exiting the bus, a glimpse of her photo clipped to her profile had caught his eye. Adjusting the page to fit his vision, he glanced at her features again before looking at her information, seeing that she lived on Whitaker Street, the street just outside of Lampkin Lane - his home.

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"Hello? Dad?" Dr. Sartain heard from outside the bus. A small child of sorts, seeming to look for his father. "W-What? What's going on?" He grumbled to himself as he caught onto his surroundings. "Oh, no..." He sighed, beginning to panic as he looked around to see the inmates that were in transit walking alongside the foggy road, looking like ghosts. "Dad?" The voice continued as it sounded to come up the stairs on the bus.

"Don't shoo-"

The boy screamed in fear, realized that he had accidentally shot an innocent man, thinking he was the reason the bus had crashed and the guard that had survived Michael's attack. "Oh, God!" He cried, fleeing from the accident, leaving Dr. Sartain unaware that Michael had hid in the boy's father's Bronco, leaving the boy alone in the middle of the road.

Dr. Sartain laid in agony on the bus floor, gasping for air as he tried not to panic from his injuries. Blue lights faded his vision as they got closer before hearing the tires squawk and an officer calling for attendance. "Hello? Anybody in here?" The officer questioned, approaching the back of the bus, opening the half-closed emergency door, shining his light on Dr. Sartain.

"Did he... escape?" He panted, his gaze held on the roof of the bus.

"Did who escape?"