Halloween: Sins of a father

Chapter seven

"STEVEN!"

Tommy and the rest of the officers look up when they heard that scream.

"It came from the tip of the hill!" Captain Clance announce. "Everyone up top."

"What could have happen?" Tommy ask visibly shaking. About two seconds ago, Clance had a radio call stating that about 60 people been spotted near an intersection. Tommy felt relieved that the students were found safe, that included Steven as well. Now hearing this hauntly death scream, Tommy knew Steven was dead. He broke his promise to Steven.

"Tommy, you with us?" Clance ask while putting his hand on Tommy's shoulder.

"Yes. There are still more people to be rescue." Tommy said. He, Clance, and three officers start climbing the hill. Tommy then felt a hand grab his ankle.

"Oh shit!" Tommy yell. Everyone turn to his direction to see what was the commotion about. Tommy look down the see Jeff Dune lying face forward with scratches and bruises on face. His left leg has a gush of blood running down his leg.

"Clance! It's your grandson!" Tommy shouted while picking Jeff up.

"Jeffrey." Clance cried running towards them.

"... Grandpa. I thought.... I told you.... It's just Jeff." Jeff said while smiling. Clance let out a chuckle and took him out of Tommy's arm and hands him to one of the officers.

"Take my grandson to a paramedic ASAP." Clance said.

"On it Captain." Said officer running down the hill. Everyone resume running up the hill. About seven minutes later they spotted a body with no head attached. All they saw was brain matter everywhere.

"God. I hope that's a teacher." One of the officers said. Another two minute, they made it on top.

"Tommy, is that you?" Whimper Christina.

"Yes, Christina. It's me." Tommy confirm. "Are you injured?"

"I think my ribs are broken. It hurts to move." She cried. "Ms. Zipcorn is unconscious."

"I'm the only one uninjured." Sherri stated.

One officer gently carry Christina and the other one threw Ms. Zipcorn over his shoulder.

"I want you to follow these to officers, sweetie. Then you'll be reunited with your friends at the hospital." Said Clance.

"Alright. Wait! I almost forgot to tell you something!" Sherri shouted. "The killer took Steven!"

"He took his body with him?" Tommy ask.

"No. The mask man knock him down and took him. He left me alone." Sherri said and went to follow the other officers.

"Steven is still alive." Tommy said.

"Where would Michael take him?" Clance ask.

"Where everything began. The Myers house." Concluded Tommy. Both men being to run towards the town of Haddonfield. Steven just open his eyes and saw the houses of Haddonfield. The Moon's light shine at the mask killer and his victim.

"Stop. Where you taking me?" Steven ask. Michael didn't answer him and continue walking.

"Help! Somebody help me!" Steven shouted. He try to kick his way out, but Michael only held him tighter.

"What happen to the others? Did you kill them too?" Steven ask. Again Michael said nothing. They finally reach their destination. Steven saw an old, rundown, and burnt house. Michael kick down the door and enter it. After climbing up the stairs, they enter a room. There was nothing much left in the room. There was a huge gap in the middle of the floor. There was a bed, mirror, and a dresser. Michael gently set Steven down on the bed. There was an awkward silence between them. Michael just keep staring him down. Steven was just trembling.

"Who are you? Why did you take me here." Steven ask. Michael got up and turn on the lights. One wall was covered in newspaper clippings and pictures. There was also a list of people name. They read: Judith, Laurie, Jamie, Dean, and John. The first three names were cross off.

"Said here that your name is Michael Myers." Stated Steven. "You kill a lot of people. It also said your main targets are your own family." Michael made no movement he just kept staring at Steven.

"Since you kidnapped me, that means we're relative. Are we cousins?" Steven ask. Michael shook his face.

"You're my uncle?" Again, Michael shook his head.

"Then what are we?"

Michael took a step closer and kneel down to his face. He then proceed to take off his mask. Steven gasp when he saw him face. Michael has light hair, just like Steven. High cheekbones, just like Steven. Brown eyes, just like Steven.

"No. It can't be. You can't be my biological father." Steven whimper. Michael put back his mask and nodded in confirmation. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Michael gently wipe them out. Steven flinch when he touch him.

"Those newspaper are new. Your writing down the name, 'Dean'. And the name is also on your wall. Who is he?" Steven ask. Michael pointed the name with his knife and pointed at Steven.

"I'm 'Dean'?" He ask. Michael nodded his head.

"My name is Steven. That's the name my dad gave me." Michael stand up and flew into rage. He threw the dresser through the wall, toss down the mirror, and punch through several walls.

"Calm down! I'm sorry for what I said. I can be 'Dean' for you." Steven pleaded. This seems to calm him down. He went back to where Steven is and kneel down next to him. Michael began to stroke his hair. It actually felt nice to Steven. He close his eyes and felt the soothing sensation. He continue letting Michael stroke his hair, until he felt the need to open his eyes. Good thing he did because Michael raise his knife ready to stab him. Michael notice Steven has his eyes open and lower the knife. Michael went back to stroking Steven's hair again. Steven has to fight the urge to close his eyes and sleep. Because if he does, he'll never wake up.

"You don't have to do this." Steven pleaded. "You can let me go." Michael just continue stroking his hair. Steven then felt a plop on his cheek. He look up and saw it came from the right eye. The slit that Christina made. Michael is crying.

"I understand. You don't want to do this. But you're compel to do it. It's okay kill me now. I won't fight back." Steven said smiling. Michael stop stroking and stood still. He then close Steven's eyes and raise his knife, aiming for the heart. He was about to trust it in when he felt his face made contact with something metal. There stood Tommy Doyle with a lead pipe.