Just a fair warning, there is a scene where sexual intentions (rape) almost occurs, but never fear, nothing happens. Or, really, is even close to happening. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 3

Laurie Strode, at the age eighteen, was reported missing after her failed appearance to come back to her home. Apparently, as soon as the Strodes were unable to find Laurie in the house, they imminently called the police. It had only been a day thus far, and yet, they didn't think of searching the Myer's house.

The woman had planned to wait a few days, and then go back to her adoptive parent's home to try to find her records. But with the police scattered everywhere, it would take longer than she thought. Getting out of the house undetected was one problem, but walking a few blocks back home with a murderer walking behind? Laurie is going to need some serious luck.

As far as passing time went, Laurie explored the rest of the house with Michael trailing behind. She had to keep telling herself that we wasn't actually stalking her this time, but the woman still jumped when she saw him walking behind her. Although Laurie enjoyed the company, she was a bit freaked out that Michael had decided to follow her everywhere. She wasn't sure whether to be thankful or scared.

It was around the afternoon when Laurie decided that she was fed-up with exploring. With nothing else to do, the woman plopped down onto a small dusty couch in the corner of a room. Not knowing what to do with himself, Michael simply stood next to the couch and stared at her. Laurie started feeling a bit awkward under his gaze, and decided to invite him to join her. "Um… you can sit down if you want." She said and patted a spot next to her. The killer obliged and sat down next to her.

Everything felt so peaceful and wrecked at the same time. Laurie fell bad about leaving her parents, but had to remind herself that she was doing this for them. Even though they weren't really her parents. She didn't even know who her parents were.

"Why does everything have to be so complicated." Laurie said after a few minutes, in desperate need to fill the silence. "At first, I thought I was only adopted once, but now twice? I must not be worth keepi-" She started and yawned. Michael looked over at the tired girl with a puzzled look. Why am I so tired? Maybe just closing my eyes for a moment would help. With that, Laurie feel into a tiresome sleep.

Laurie was confused for a moment as she stirred back from sleep. The woman could hear a lot of people talking outside in front of the house and Michael poking her cheek? She wasn't sure she would ever get use to these king of things. Apparently, her head had fallen to the opposite corner of the one the killer's was in, threatening to fall off. No wonder her neck ached. Laurie jerked up and said groggily, "..Is that people?"

For whatever reason, that caused Michael to now take notice of the situation. He went to grab his knife that had been stabbed into the couch, but before he could get up, Laurie singled him not to. And once again surprising her, he stopped. "That…. would take longer. It's faster just to go out the backdoor or something, right?" Laurie said with a scared look on her face. In some-sort of a response, the killer stood up, perhaps waiting for the petite woman to guide.

"Oh, I'm leading…?" She asked and Michael nodded. "Okay… I don't know this place as well as you do, but I'll try." With that, Laurie grabbed her backpack, stood up, and lead them out of the room to the backdoor. But when they got there, a few cops were slowly creeping towards the door. With a mutter under her breath, she then walked up to the second floor in search of some sort of exit.

She had no idea where to go and for a brief moment wished that she had agreed to Michael's plan. Not knowing what to do, she went into her 'parent's' old bedroom. The woman wasn't quite sure what to call them now. And just as they entered, Laurie heard the backdoor and front crash down in unison.

"Police!" A man yelled on the first floor and several pounding footsteps scattered on the floor below. "Laurie Strode, if you are in this building, please come downstairs immediately." Laurie didn't answer. "Ms. Strode, please answer. We need to know if you are ok." Several thoughts floated around the woman's mind as they spoke. She could just forget this whole ordeal and go home. Maybe the cops would finally be able to kill Michael. On second thought, no, there's no way they could. But, she would be safe. She looked over at Michael. She stared at his cold, dark eyes in attempts to find an answer. A meaning. But instead of meeting her intrigued eyes, Michael took this as a sign that she didn't know what to do. So with that, he slung her over his shoulder, and crashed out of the bedroom's window. That, was when Laurie passed out.

Laurie didn't think she could trust another one of Michael's plans again.

When Laurie awakened from blacking out, she found herself sitting down and leaning against a tall white fence. It felt to be around midnight. She started to stand back up, but flinched when the woman realized she couldn't. Her left leg seared with pain from the multiple glass shards stuck in it. She looked over to see the killer picking glass shards out of his right arm with a small pile of glass sitting next to his right leg.

"How am I… alive? That landing should have killed me." She questioned in a murmur partially to herself. Michael looked away from his arm and glanced at her, before going back to his work. Laurie slowly started pulling out the shards, flinching each time she did so. When she finished, the woman pulled out her first-aid kit from her small backpack. The cover opened up with a click, and Laurie grabbed gauze out of it. She then proceeded to wrap the scares on her arms and left leg up with the white cloth. With that finished, she decided to wait for Michael.

After a few minutes of waiting, Michael had finally finished. That was when Laurie pushed the cloth towards him. The murderer stared at him for a moment and then picked it up. Clearly not knowing what on Earth to do, he pressed the gauze against one of the cuts. Hoping to help the struggling killer, Laurie slowly took it back out of his hand and rolled out a bit of it. "Here…" She said and slowly went to wrap a bit of his leg, but Michael jerked away. Not knowing what to do, Laurie set down the gauze beside him.

Once again, Michael picked up the gauze, stared at it, but then nudged Laurie's shoulder with it. "..Okay I'll put it up then." The confused woman said and went to place it back into the kit, but got her arm forcefully tugged away in the process. Michael then forced Laurie's hand clutching the soft, white cloth to touch his left arm. "Do you want me to bandage your arm?" Laurie asked and she could barely see him nod due to the flickering street light.

Although Michael signaled to her that she could help him, Laurie couldn't help feel a bit wary. The woman shakily started began to wrap the cloth around his left arm while Michael remained motionlessly still, staring at her the whole time. When she finished, Laurie packed up all of her belongings and stood up, but still leaned against the fence for support while the killer stood with ease. After a few seconds of silence, Laurie started staggering her way towards her house, with a shape following behind her.

After a few minutes of walking undetected, they arrived at the Strode's house. Some of the houses' lights were still on, perhaps in hopes of their adopted daughter returning, while others turned off. Laurie let out a shaky breath, and walked to the backdoor. When she went to open it, she found the wooden door locked. Aware of this situation's predicament, Michael slices his knife once in the small gap in the door between the frame and lock, causing the door to unlock. Laurie was a bit shocked that breaking into a house could be a bit too easy. This worries her.

Once inside the house, the woman walked to the pull down attic above their heads, and reached up to tug down on the string attached to it, causing a set of stairs to fold out and straighten to barely touch the floor. The attic was where Laurie had assumed the documents of her birth were stored and if they weren't… well, she had no idea. She grasped the handles of either side, and began to walk up.

A thick layer of dust seemed to cover everything in the room. It was already barely lit, but to have dust in the air is even worse. Laurie held her hand against her mouth in attempts to stop her from coughing, and continued her search. She spotted several items from her childhood; a baby crib, some toys in a basket, and several more shadowy items that the woman could not make out.

Finally, she found a few boxes packed neatly against a wall and opened a small shoe box labeled 'Laurie'. Inside the woman found a stack of papers and a flower placed on top. After a few minutes of looking through them, she gave up and decided just to take them all. So, she then opened her backpack and stuff them inside.

When they started walking back downstairs, Laurie heard a familiar song. "Is that…" She whispered and started walking towards it. Michael tugged back on her shoulder in attempts to prevent her from following the familiar noise, but Laurie ignored it and continued to walk. It lead her to the living room where her father was sitting with the record player turned on. She immediately shrinks back, but not before her father could spot her.

"Laurie? Is that you?" Mr. Strode says and stands up while doing so. The woman couldn't move. "Oh, my dear baby girl! We were so worried!" He says and hugs her. "In fact, your mother is with the police at the Myer's house this very moment." The man breaks away from their hug and places his hands on her shoulders and smiles. "I thought for a moment that you'd never come back." He says with a small sad smile and sighs. "I was wrong to doubt you, you really are turning out to be a strong woman. Eighteen now, right?" Laurie nods. "Ah, that's too bad, we- I wished you could stay here forever." He releases one hand from her shoulder to stroke her face. The music feels fuzzy and the touch burns.

She jerks away from his touch, memories flooding back along with it from when she was a child and begged her mother to stay home and not leave her alone with her father. Mrs. Strode never stayed. She was told to love her father, that she should feel safe with him. Laurie never felt that way. It felt wrong.

"What's wrong, Laurie? Didn't you miss your parents?" Mr. Strode says. He grips her arms and forces her on the couch. "No! Stop!" She screams and tears prick her eyes. Laurie thought she was finally free from the man's sick pleasures. But the bo- Michael would help her, right? "What? Why? It's legal now, right? What's wrong with that?" He says in a fake puzzled tone to which Laurie whimpers to. But why should he? The murderer has no reason to. He's probably not even here."No stop! Please!" She screams and closes her eyes and turns her head away from him. He pins her hands above her head, holding them with one arm. "Oh, what are all of these cuts here? I guess I have to make them better, don't I? That's what daddies do."

Just as her father was about to press his lips to a cut on her left arms, he suddenly screams and lets go of her arms, causing the woman and something else to fall off of the couch. Laurie picks up the object to see it is the man's hand that has his wedding ring cut jaggedly off at the wrist. She gasps and throws the blood-spilling object away from her. "What the he-" Her fathers starts, but is abruptly cut off when a long knife is gauged into the middle of his neck. Blood sprays out, causing red to stain the couch and Laurie's blue shirt. The wielder then starts twisting the weapon out, making the man attempt to scream in pain, but nothing comes out. Laurie looks up to see Michael examine his knife, and wipe the blood away on the couch.

One thing Laurie hates is looking weak. Her father has loved the look of her pleading for help and looking weak. Seems Michael might also like that look on the people he murders. Or maybe just the look of pain. And yet, she couldn't stop herself from crying.

After a few minutes of sobbing and trying to coax herself to stop, Laurie stood back up. Michael had awkwardly watched the whole break-down occur, but had simply stood and waited instead of helping. "Thanks." Laurie murmured and rubbed her eyes. Although it had been murder, the woman couldn't seem to make herself feel remorse for the dead body or even angry that he had killed him.

Now that she had more light, Laurie decided to try to look at the papers she had found once more. The woman opened her backpack and began to look. After a minute, she found the right one. "Aaron and Jemima Williams are my parents." Laurie says as she reads and smiles. The house isn't far from here either.

Things were finally starting to go her way.

A/N

Wow, that took awhile.I was trying to have one done for finals but NOPE. Anyways, I was wondering if you guys would like shorter chapters...? It would speed up the writingprocess.

Fanart of this ship is so plentiful, but where are the fanfics? (send me links, guys)