Michael and Laurie: The Cost of Redemption

PART 2 Chapter 8

The sky illuminates with the light of the rising sun; dampened streets empty save for the police cars that skid past. The Boogeyman of Haddonfield rides alone in the back of the sheriff's car. No sound comes from the police radio up front. It is silent. 

"...You don't talk much." Sheriff Lee Brackett says, "The good doctor told me so himself. So I ain't feel no fear in telling you that I'm one wrong move away from shooting you between your eyes. You almost killed my little girl.. you almost killed Laurie." 

The sheriff's hands tighten on the steering wheel as his eyes risk a glance to the white mask in his passenger seat; stolen from the Boogeyman in the back. His lip curls in contempt and he rolls his window down, debating throwing it out of the car. 

"You're a sick fuck. Laurie, she's a good kid. She doesn't deserve this." Lee says. 

He thinks for a moment more before he decides better of throwing evidence out his window, winding it back up and sending the car back into silence. 

Michael sits alone in the back of the police car, a place all too familiar to him. He doesn't move, he doesn't speak. He eyes the mask in the front of the car, yearning for its protection. The handcuffs rub at his skin, every second he gets more and more irritated. He needs to get out of here, he can't go back to that Sanitarium. He needs to find Laurie; he'll think of a plan. He always does. 

Lee risks a glare at Michael, the road stretching far forward as the car speeds up a bit more. The hum of the engines growing louder; Brackett staring the Boogeyman in the face. 

"Why do you do it?" He asks, "Tell me. I deserve to know. Everyone deserves to know."

The car reaches into the 70s, Brackett's eyes still watching Michael, flickering to the road and back.

"Well?" 

Michael returns the sheriff's gaze, his dark eyes showing no emotion and no interest in responding to the man's question. Instead, he thinks of a plan, and he's ready to execute it. Michael slowly lifts his leg once Lee turns his attention back to the road. With all his might, he kicks at the wiring separating the two of them until it budges and breaks, falling onto the officer. He leans on the wiring to help it crush the sheriff, listening with pleasure to his blood curling screams as his lungs are crushed under Michael's weight. 

Lee's hands jerk back in pain, the wheel snapping to the side and sending the car into a spiral, flipping and shattering all the windows. It skids across the blacktop; leaving a trail of sparks. Slowly, the wreckage comes to a full stop, the empty road falling silent. 

Michael crawls out of the broken window. He's bleeding a bit from the glass, but nothing serious. He rips his handcuffs in half and shakes them off, reaching into the passenger side of the vehicle to grab his mask, quickly putting it back on. Laurie was taken in an ambulance, so she must be at the hospital. Michael begins his journey to the Haddonfield Memorial Hospital, luckily it's not too far away and he should get there in the next hour.