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Sorry I haven't updated forever, I just didn't ever feel like writing.

I paused in my struggle and stared into Michael's eyes, they were even more emotionless and black than when we were kids. Michael loosened his grip on me when I stopped fighting back; I took the chance to break away. I pushed out of his arms and sprinted down the street towards Kim's house, I would occasionally trip slightly over my feet because of how frightened I was. I glanced back to make sure I was far enough head of Michael and was shocked to see he was no longer behind me. I sped up just in case he was hidden in the shadows.

I finally made it to Kim's driveway and slowed down a little. I stopped completing and struggled to catch my breath. My heart was racing so fast I thought it was going to jump out of chest any second now.

This is my punishment for not exercising enough, isn't it? I thought.

My eyes widened in fear when I heard a branch snap behind me, I swallowed hard and turned around slowly. To my surprise nothing was there but I didn't take the chance of being grabbed again and ran to the front door. To my dismay, it was locked and all the lights were off in the house. I rang the door bell twice but no answer. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move, I turned a little and saw Michael was standing at the end of the driveway. I gasped in shock then turned around and banged loudly on the door.

"Kim, open the damn door!" I shrieked.

After a few minutes of my bashing the door Kim finally opened the door with narrow eyes. Her face quickly changed to horror and backed up a little when she looked behind me. She opened her mouth but before she could say anything, an arm snaked around my waist and jerked me backwards. I saw Kim scramble swiftly towards me but before she could even try to help me, a hand came crashing down on her skull. I screamed in terror when Kim fell to the ground and held her head, blood gushing down her face.

I glanced up to see, unsurprisingly, Michael looking down on me. I glared at him before trying to push away from the monster my best friend had become but was unsuccessful seeing as he tighten his grasp on my waist.

"Let me go," I cried.

Michael ignored my request and picked me up bridal style before walking into the night. I hit his chest multiple times, trying to get him to drop me but no such luck. My fists didn't seem to faze Michael as he continued walking down the road. After a while my punches hit with less force than before until I finally gave up and stopped. Michael glimpsed down at me and gave me a look of, are you done now? I looked away from him, not because I wanted to be defiant but because Michael's eyes scared me even more than when we were kids.

I struggled to see where Michael was taking me since I didn't have night vision, apparently like he did. After a few minutes of silent walking, Michael came to a stop at a house; I looked up and saw we had arrived at the Myer's old home. He stood still for a moment before hurrying towards the front door. When we got inside I noticed that nothing had change since I had been here last nine years ago. The only thing new was the dust and cobwebs that covered every piece of furniture. Michael rushed through the dirty house and headed towards the stairs that lead to the basement. As soon as we got to the bottom of the stairs, Michael dropped me on the hard ground.

"Ouch," I whispered.

Michael paid no attention to me; he was already climbing the stairs back up to the house. My mouth dropped open in shock when I realized he was just going to leave me here.

"Seriously," I said angrily, getting the courage to say something. "You hurt my, our, friend, kidnap me, and then you're going to just leave me in your basement?"

Michael paused in mid-step but doesn't turn around instead his head turned slightly back to look at me. After a second of intense silence, Michael turned his head back around and continued up the stairs. He slammed the door as soon as he got through the doorway, not once looking back at me again.

I sighed and waited for five minutes before getting up and going up the stairs. I walked slowly in case the steps decided to creak under my weight. When I reached the top of the stairs, I grabbed the door hand slowly; I waited silently in case Michael chose to come back. I put my ear to door and listened for any footsteps. When the coast was clear, I turned the door handle slowly but to my disappointment it was locked. I closed my eyes and sighed before heading back down to the basement.

Of course it would be locked, Michael isn't stupid, I thought.

I sat down on the hard ground and looked around the dark basement. After doing a double take, I saw a hole in the wall mostly covered up by boxes. I walked over to it, pushed the box out of the way and looked into the hole. I couldn't really see anything because it was so dark but when I looked to the left I saw a small light beam. I glanced behind me once before crawling into the small hole to, hopefully, my freedom. I continued crawling slowly so Michael wouldn't hear since the walls are thin in older houses. I paused when I thought I heard a door being opened but I knew was just being paranoid.

I finally reached the beam of light and nearly screamed in joy when I saw it was a street light. I looked around for how I could get out with making too much noise. I reached up and took hold of the wood that was between me and my freedom. I pulled on it slowly, making sure it wasn't going to make a sound before ripping it off hastily. I gritted my teeth when the wood snapped and made a loud sound. I waited impatiently to see if Michael was going to come down and check out what the sound was. To my relief there were no footsteps coming down the stairs to see what was going one.

I grabbed another piece of wood and carefully pulled it off and continued doing that until there was a small hole that I could get out of. I sucked in my stomach when it was clear I wasn't getting out unless I did. I finally made it out of the small hole after five minutes, as soon as I was free I took off running the direction Michael and I had come from earlier.

"Seriously," Aubrey said angrily. "You hurt my, our, friend, kidnap me, and then you're going to just leave me in your basement?"

Michael paused in mid-step but didn't turn around instead his head turned slightly back to look at Aubrey. Her face was scrunched up in anger and her hands were on her hips; a small smirk formed on Michael's lips under the mask at Aubrey. It didn't really surprise Michael at how Aubrey reacted, she had always done the same thing as child; he didn't expect anything different from her. After a second of intense silence, Michael turned his head back around and continued up the stairs. He slammed the door as soon as he got through the doorway, not once looking back at his friend.

Michael immediately headed upstairs to his old bedroom after he had locked the basement door so Aubrey could never leave him again. He opened his bedroom door and closed it quietly before looking around for his prized picture. Michael finally found it under his bed along with a gift he was suppose to give Aubrey for her birthday but never had a chance to. He brought the picture up to his eye holes and stared at it for quite a few minutes. It was a picture of Aubrey and him sitting on the front steps of Aubrey's house. He was sitting close to her with a tiny, almost nonexistent smile while Aubrey had a huge grin on her face, like she always did back then.

Michael's head snapped up when she heard a loud crack coming from down stairs. He grabbed his knife but stayed put and listened for any more sounds. When none came, Michael went back to looking at the picture. He stayed like that for a little while longer before putting the picture down on the dresser and picking up his gift for Aubrey. He headed downstairs to where he was keeping Aubrey. He unlocked the door and went down the stairs but stopped on the fifth step. Aubrey wasn't here! He looked around the small room quickly and saw a hole in wall, boxes surrounding it. In four long strides he was standing by the hole, he looked inside and saw light coming from the outside.

Michael gritted his teeth in anger and went back up the stairs to retrieve what was rightfully his.

As soon as I was far enough away, I went to random house and pressed the door bell. I became impatient when there was no answer and rung the door bell multiple times. I tried not to think about Kim and how she could be lying dead on front punch because people don't know how to open their damn doors. Finally after what seemed like an eternally, a woman in her early thirties opened the door looking annoyed. Her light blonde was pulled back into a messy ponytail and she was wearing what looked like workout clothes.

"What?" She hissed.

"You have to help me," I said, still trying to get my breath back. "My friend and I were attacked at our house and I think she could be dying!"

The woman's eyes changed from annoyed to worried immediately, she ushered me into her house and went to her phone. She dialed nine-one-one as fast as she could.

"Yes, I have a young lady in my house saying that she and her friend were attacked," the woman said.

The woman paused to listen to what the police man was saying then she looked at me.

"What's your address, honey," she said.

"2341 Applecart Road," I said quickly.

The woman repeated the address into the phone then listened to what the man on the phone was telling her. She nodded her head a couple of times even though I was only one who could see it. She glanced towards me again and looked me up and down.

"What's your name," she asked.

"Aubrey Barlet," I said, annoyed with the twenty questions.

The woman repeated my name to the cop on the other end, her eyes widening as the cop spoke to her. After a minute of talking the woman hung up the phone and looked towards me.

"Come on," she said, pulling out car keys from a nearby drawer.

"Where we going," I asked.

"The police station," the woman replied.

"Why?" I asked, stopping in my tracks.

The woman stopped moving towards her garage and turned towards me. Her eyes were filled with worry and sadness.

"The police, they, um," the woman started. "They think that maybe-that maybe the man who attacked you is um-never mind. Come on, dear. By the way, I'm Melissa Snow but call me Mel."

I nodded my head and followed Mel out to where her car was waiting. I climbed into the back seat and laid down on across the seats, the day's events finally catching up with me. I watched as Mel got into the driver's side through sleepy eyes, the last thing I remember was Mel looking back at me.

Mel looked back to where Aubrey was lying, her blue eyes softened when she saw the teenager close her eyes and fall asleep. She turned on her car and opened her garage door, backing out slowly so her mirrors wouldn't hit the side of her house. As soon as she was on the road, Mel sped down it towards the police station. Mel's breathing and heartbeat were fast because of how scared she was for herself and the girl sleeping in her back seat. The police officer she had spoken with told her that Michael Myers had escaped from the sanitarium two weeks ago and had come back to Hanndonfield looking for Aubrey, his supposedly best friend.

Mel finally arrived at the station and instantly her door was thrown open. Before her was Sheriff Brackett and man she had never seen before. He was bald and had a white bread and mustache.

"Where is she, Mel," Sheriff Brackett asked.

Mel pointed to her back seat and watched the man rip open the door and pull Aubrey out of the back seat, careful not to wake her. The man took Aubrey into the station while Mel and Sheriff Brackett stayed outside together. She sighed in worriment and turned to the sheriff standing beside her.

"How's her friend," Mel asked. "She told me about her friend that was attacked."

"She's fine," Sheriff Brackett said. "A nasty bruise to the head but alive. She's actually the one who told us Michael Myers took the poor girl earlier this evening. Told us that she, Aubrey, and Michael had all been childhood friends. But Aubrey and Michael had been closest."

Mel nodded her head and followed Sheriff Brackett inside the station. She sat in the nearest chair when they got inside and looked around the Aubrey; Mel spotted her sleeping side a jail cell, with the door open of course. A faint smile appeared on Mel's lips at the image but quickly wiped it away when she remembered the seriousness of the current situation. She watched as police officers rushed around the small building, talking about how they were going to capture Michael Myers without alerting the public that he had escaped; Mel guessed that they didn't want a mass panic.

"Coffee," Sheriff Brackett asked.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "But thanks anyway."

Sheriff Brackett nodded his head and poured himself a cup of coffee before sitting down in a chair beside her. Mel started playing with the hem of shirt, which she always did when she was scared or nervous and right she was both.

"You okay, Mel," Sheriff Brackett asked.

She nodded her head slightly but didn't say anything. She kept looking towards the door, expecting the Boogeyman himself to smash through it.