Thorn

The Move

A large black car with a UHAUL truck following behind pulled up into what was the driveway of a large house. This house was different from most nowadays. It was large, made out of bricks which were then after painted white. It had a Victorian theme, three stories high, lots of windows with different shapes and its pseudo-gothic porch. The roof, which had a dark blue-black color, curved in as it went up rather than slanting, the top of the roof being a flat space. A balcony that went around the entire house. Aside from its size and beauty it is completely isolated. There really is no sign of life around except for dried grass that might as well be dead too. Farther out is a large city, 10 probably 15 miles away
The sound of a car's engine died down and then it was quiet for a while. The first to exit the car was a woman by the name of Constance. Beautiful she was. Blonde short hair which was curled perfectly, hazel eyes and the hourglass figure every woman wants, but just like the house has flaws so does she. Scars run up and down her arms, and ribs. Which makes it difficult to wear certain clothing, but she is comfortable in her skin so she doesn't care.
"Finally, we're here." She said, exhaling like she had just walked up a flight of stairs. The next person to step out was a teenager, Jane. She was tall and slim, brown hair with green eyes. She is the typical 17 year old.
"We moved here?!" She yelled. "In the middle of nowhere? How am I supposed to see my boy-...my friends. How am I supposed to see my friends? This is probabl-" She was cut off by her mother.
"Oh Jane, hush up. This is a new start for all of us." Constance replied.
"For us or for Dad?" She said, crossing her arms, clearly implying it was a start for the man in the family. Behind her came two little boys who mirrored each other, both giggling and laughing. Tate and Kyle, the twins and the apple of their mother's eyes. Dirty blonde curly hair, brown eyes, and for young kids they naturally have an athletic build. Though born around the same time period it is clear that Tate is the older one. Not because his physical appearance, but because he is the one that is always leading Kyle around. A male voice came from the truck as the door opened.
"Jane, listen to your mother." He said. Finally and lastly the man of the family, Michael Myers. He looked to Jane before jumping down and heading to the back of the truck. He does not look the way others think he does. He does not wear the mask or jumpsuit anymore, his hands though still have the burn marks from the Halloween night he decided to come back home. Tate and Kyle look like a spitting image like their father when he was their age, but with curly hair. Michael has brown hair and black eyes instead of brown. He resembled his sister Laurie, but with a more masculine and darker look. His body his built and well-toned. He has a slight tan unlike the others. At this moment he is wearing a simple white T-shirt and dark jeans. He headed towards the back of the car to get some of the boxes as Constance walked up the creaking porch steps. She held the door and had let him pass by. She gave Jane a stare. Jane's response was rolling her eyes and entering the house willingly.
It's odd isn't it? A beautiful woman like Constance to be with a monster like Michael. Well this is their story: Constance grew up in a nuclear family, without siblings though. To Michael, she is his childhood...sweetheart/bestfriend. As children before he was put into Smith's Grove they were inseparable. There was not a day he didn't meet her. He always had an eye on her, protecting her from her dad at times when he was mad. She was also with Michael the day he killed his older sister, Judith. Michael is not the only killer in the family. Constance as a child had killed her mother, pushing her down a set of wooden stairs and she had blacked out after it, not remembering a thing. Her father had to figure out a way to make sure she would be here, and not be sent to Smith's Grove like Michael, having to make it look like an accident.
Michael had called everyone upstairs assigning the bedrooms. Constance and him of course got the master, The twins got the second largest and Jane got the third largest. She was mad about it, but knew arguing wouldn't help her get what she wants.
Hours later they had the majority of the things they owned in the house. They really did not have much to bring since the house had furniture, but Constance wanted them bring their own beds and paintings, anything they did not want would go in the attic or the basement. Finally, the last box. It wasn't cardboard it was metal and it had a padlock on it. Michael picked it up and entered the house. He brought it down to the basement, which was more like a man cave, and had put it on top of the shelf that was against the wall.
A few years in life was good. Constance was a surgeon, and had gotten a job at the hospital in the city, she had to be there by 10:00 am since she takes the morning shift, and that way she can drop off Tate and Kyle to school. Jane has already graduated and is getting ready for college, but she plans to stay a while until she thinks she has enough money for the supplies as her mother pays the tuition fee. Now the job Michael had gotten, he helps the police force hunt down criminals, which includes murderers, oh the irony.