Love of a Killer
Notes and disclaimer: This is my first Halloween fan fic which takes place nearly a year after HR, so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, I do not own Michael Myers or any of Halloween characters…however Jen is my character. Hope you like it!!!
Chapter 1: What Happened That Fateful Night….
October 20th, 2003
Jen Blackwell hid behind the alleyway that led to a row of shops on the street. She had to be cautious; she must do it well and not manage to get caught. But as usual, Jen's stomach twisted as it always did whenever she was about to do this, she personally hated doing this, but what choice did she have? These were desperate times in her life and in desperate situations, one had to take the extremes. She waited patiently as the elderly woman with her golden retriever walked out of Berkley's Jewelry Store and then made her move. Quickly, she speed walked into the store, the long trench coat flapping dramatically with her body's movement. Her eyes swept over the jewelry cases, eyes flashing from many different ones. Where was it? Where's the one she needed?
"May I help you, miss?" the elderly man at the cash register asked, causing Jen to jump and let out a small shriek. She composed herself and whispered, "No, I was just browsing, thank you."
When the man looked away again, Jen continued looking on. Damn! It had to be here somewhere; it just had to be…she'd seen it in the window just this morning so it couldn't be gone! Or could it? Then, just as she was contemplating whether to leave, there it was! Shining and gleaming in the display case was a necklace with a big, peridot stone inside and a slim silver chain. That lovely necklace was worth two hundred dollars and Jen needed the money. Sighing sadly, she withdrew the crowbar from beneath her trench coat and smashed the glass with full force. As the alarm sounded off, Jen grabbed the necklace and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran further and further, trying to ignore the sound of the terrible alarm. It wasn't until she was at least a good four miles that she was comfortable to walk again and withdrew the peridot necklace.
Jen was a shoplifter of two years; she'd stolen everything from clothes to jewelry and even broke into a house once to steal a bowl of mashed potatoes. After that, she'd sell the jewelry or whatever valuables she took to local criminals or occasionally a mob boss. She hated shoplifting, hated it with a passion because it went against her morals. But Jen was poor, down on her luck and needed money if she ever hoped to go to school and at least get a job as a cashier at some boring fast food joint or grocery store. At eighteen, most girls were graduating from school or getting a job, but Jen had never even finished high school. So until she could get enough money, she needed to keep working at her job of hell. Stuffing the necklace back into her pocket, she headed for Greenstown road for her appointment. She'd sell this necklace to some thug she'd met a couple days ago and then be done with him.
"So, sweetie, ya' got it?" A gruesome man grinned at her while puffing a cigarette and looking her up and down. Jen noticed this with distaste and muttered, "Yeah, I got it," and produced the necklace from her pocket. The thug grinned and half whispered, "Good."
"Now where's the money?" Jen snapped, just wanting to get out of there.
"Just give me the necklace honey and you'll get your money." The thug had out his hand, beckoning her to give the necklace to him. Jen looked uncomfortable and the thug sneered at that. With her heart thudding uncomfortably, she stepped closer to hand him the necklace when he grabbed her arm and yanked her close to him.
"Hey! Let go of me, you sick bastard," Jen cried, trying to pull away. She'd had many make advances toward her before, but they'd never actually grabbed her like this before
"You know, you're really pretty. How 'bout I take you out for a date tonight? Do ya' like dancing, baby?" the thug drawled, placing his hands on her ass. Jen managed to slap his hands away from her ass, but his hands ended up around her waist, trapping her.
"Get the hell off of me, you creep!" Jen snarled, trying to pull away.
"Awww, don't be like that, baby. I just wanna have fun with you." One of the thug's hands was now rubbing her breasts roughly and the other was twisted into her brunette hair. Then, his eyes brightening at the sudden idea that came into his head.
"I said get the hell off me! Better stop or I'll scream!" Jen cried, feeling frightened as the man began to rip off her trench coat.
"Go ahead, but no one will help a filthy whore. They'll just think your screaming with ecstasy. Besides, it's been too long since I fucked someone as sexy as you!" The thug had now torn the jacket from her and was trying to undo the button of Jen's shorts.
"HELP! Someone please help me, please!" Jen screamed started to cry.
Pulling her shorts and underwear down and released one hand to undo his own trousers, the thug yelled, "You're gonna love this baby. We're gonna have a hell of a time!"
As Jen screamed, she felt the man's vice-like grip loosen. She yanked free and opened her eyes. The thug's eyes were glazed over and blood was pouring like a waterfall from his throat. He seemed to stagger forward toward Jen, but fell to the ground before he could reach her. Jen lifted her eyes from the thug's dead form and it seemed as if her heart had stopped beating and time itself had stopped. A man wearing a blank white mask with a mechanic's uniform stood before her, his bloodied knife glinting in the moonlight. He cocked his head to the side, studying her with those cold, black eyes. Jen knew who he was, everyone knew who he was…. Michael Myers or the Bogeyman. He'd been missing for almost a year after murdering all of the TV crewmembers, five college students and a mortician after being placed in the morgue…but now he was back! Jen and Michael's eyes were locked onto each other's until Michael slowly stepped forward. Soon, the world around Jen began spinning and the next thing she knew, her world went black.