This is an rp I did a long time ago and I was planning on turning it into a fanfiction but I was too lazy to do it. So while reading you will notice how the first part is well written and edited. The rest of the story is unedited and straight from the roleplay itself.
A steady breeze flowed throughout the quiet town of Haddonfield, Illinois. It was a cool fall night, just like any other fall night in Haddonfield. Though this night there was something different... something evil..
Her heart was beating so fast it might burst out of her chest, her feet flew through the air as she raced to her house in a mad dash. Everything was going by in a blur around Veronica Strode as she raced on, her feet propelling her forwards like a torpedo.
The night was dark and eerie. The silence was even more unnerving.
Her shoes thudded loudly on the steps as she zoomed up to the front door.Jerking it open frantically she rushed inside and slammed it shut.Panting, she slumped against the wooden frame of the door and locked it with a click. She closed her hazel eyes as relief washed over her. She was safe, she was home.
Suddenly one of the glass panels next to her exploded. Her eyes flew open as she screamed out in fear. To her terror a hand shot out of the panel and snatched her hair as she tried to escape. Causing her to jerk backwards violently and smash her head into the door with a loud bang.She cried out in pain as she struggled wildly to break free of the hand's strong grip, tears welled up in her eyes as the hand yanked her back again. Repeatedly smashing her head into the door until finally, with a horrific crunching sound her head splattered onto the door like a water balloon of blood.
The hand finally let go of what was left of her head and pulled out of broken glass panel, blood dripping everywhere.
"Uhh.. What's all the ruckus about?" Taylor Lovett muttered tiredly as she crept down the stairs barefoot.Her eyes scanned the front room looking for any sign of her dear friend Veronica who she had been staying with lately since her landlord had kicked her out of her apartment.
She froze as her eyes settled upon what was left of her friend's body. She blinked, hoping she was just dreaming but the image didn't change. That's when shock hit her like a freight train. "Nooo.." She whined softly, tears starting to flow out of her aqua blue eyes."NOOO!!" She screamed as the door burst open with a boom that shook the entire house.
She stumbled over, almost falling down the stairs before looking up and seeing a dark figure looming over her friend's dead body in the doorway. She gasped, her eyes widened with fear as she scrambled up the stairs.
She ran clumsily, bumping into and tripping over objects in the dark hallway that led to her room.
Finally she'd reach her destination and fling the door open.Zooming in as if she was the world's fastest runner she'd glance around frantically, looking for a place to hide. She could hear footsteps slowly creeping up the stairs behind her which sent a shiver down her spine.
Her eyes rested upon her old oak dresser which blended in perfectly with the darkness. Quietly and quickly she crawled behind it as the figure entered the room.
The figure stopped and stood in the doorway. Carefully observing it's surroundings. It held a shiny metallic object in it's left hand that seemed to appear to be a kitchen knife.
Taylor slinked back into the darkness behind the dresser and closed her eyes, praying the figure wouldn't kill her. No, not her.
She listened quietly to it's footsteps as the figure approached the dresser. She held her breath as she could hear the figure breathing hard as if it were on a ventilator. It was directly in front of her dresser now. Oh God please, oh please don't let me die! She prayed silently. Then, the breathing stopped. She waited, seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours before her head popped out from behind the dresser. Her eyes glanced around wildly.
Slowly she crept out from behind the heavy wooden dresser and tiptoed across the room, stopping at the doorway. Suddenly, she could hear the heavy breathing of the figure coming from somewhere around her. She couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the breathing but she could hear it getting closer...and closer. She could hear her heart start to beat faster as the breathing got louder.
Backing away from the doorway she bumped into something, with a yelp of terror she jumped forwards. She whipped around to see a masked figure holding a knife. She gasped in shock as she realized who it was. It was none other than the legendary Michael Myers who had last visited Haddonfield on halloween five years ago, leaving a trail of dead bodies in his wake.
She started to step backwards slowly, fear speedily rising within her. Michael reached out with deadly speed and grabbed her by her shirt, with a flick of his wrist he sent her sailing across the cold,dark room. She cried out as she landed with a thud on the floor. Her hair now covered her face in small murky black vines of strands. Her eyes were wild with fear, but as she stared at him something about him struck her.He walked towards her as her fear started to fade. And instead, was replaced by a surprising calmness.
She walked up to him unafraid."Michael.." She whispered to him softly.
Michael stopped abruptly and tilted his head to one side as she called his name.
"Michael..." She said again softly, walking towards him until she was face to face with the monster, or rather face to mask. "Put down the knife."
He just stood there, knife in hand. He wasn't about to put it down, but her words...There was something about her that made him want to actually put it down. But the urge to hold it overpowered the urge to put it down.
"Michael..Please." She said softly. Concern flashed in her eyes and she started to feel pity for such an evil killer. For some reason, she felt as if she knew him,understood him. Maybe it was some misplaced sense of deja'vu.She couldn't help it, she knew it was wrong of her to be acting like this, but she was drawn to him like a mosquito to a bug zapper.
For the first time, other than his old Dr.Loomis, someone had spoken to him in such a voice.Now the urge to see what would happen if he listened to her was dominating him. He immediately dropped the knife.It's thudding on the floor cut through the once familiar silence that he had surrounded himself in.Now he seemed to be exploring a new world. A world in which there were odd feelings and strange faces. His dark deep pits of evilness stared into her bright blue eyes as she stared back.
She smiled and touched his hand. "Good" She said softly to him.
He flinched away and stiffened. What was he doing? Why had all of a sudden had he become so soft to this "object?" Object. That's what he referred to others as. They were objects of his terror and nothing more to them.
She took a step back and looked at his mask. "Michael, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." She tilted her head to one side a little, mirroring him.
Michael didn't really want to understand her words but they somehow registered in his brain anyways.
Unexpectedly anger rose up sharply inside him. He disliked what she had said to him.In fact, he hated it. He stepped away from her angrily. His jet black shoes stomping on the old wooden floorboards, making them moan and groan under his weight which was mostly made up of muscle.
She sighed at his anger and gazed deeply into the black abyss of the eyes of his mask. Trying to look for another way to understand his intriguing mind.
He glared back at her, flames of rage burning through the blackness of his eyes. He stepped back silently and confidently. He usually had a good sense of his surroundings but that sense had been blurred by this object's interaction with him. What he didn't realize was that this whole time there was a part of a old wooden floorboard erected up from the sea of oak panels just behind Michael's feet. As soon as he had taken a step backwards the back of his shoe abruptly slammed into the board. Surprise lit up in his expressionless eyes as he flailed and collapsed onto the floor in a clumsy flurry, making a loud crashing noise.
Taylor's eyes widened as she ran to him, "M-Michael?" She said as she sat next to him. She put her hands over his before a tear slipped out of one of her eyes and drip dropped onto his hand.
Michael scrambled upwards recklessly, almost tripping himself again and reached out for his knife.
Taylor stayed where she was and looked at him, her eyes clouded with sadness. She let out a sigh and turned to him, her arms spread out. She was ready at any moment for him to stab her as she nodded at him and closed her eyes.
Michael grabbed the silver blade. Not really knowing what to do. Everything was racing by him in a blur. He saw two of the object standing before him with it's arms spread out.
Knife in hand, he stumbled right past Taylor in dizzy flurry of confusion.
Taylor suddenly took a step towards him and grabbed his hand, "Michael…" her voice was filled with sadness and she let out a sigh. "Please listen to me!" She cried.
He squeezed her hand tightly as his sharp gaze focused on her like a hawk's.
Taylor looked into his eyes and his rage. Her hand hurt but she didn't mind it. She really didn't know what to do. She only stood there, meeting his gaze.
Michael walked towards her, almost robotically, before stumbling a bit.
"Calm down.." She said, putting her free hand on his chest, "I'm here." She looked into his eyes and another tear rolled down her face. "I'm here.." She said again.
Michael tried to make out exactly what was she doing. He let her touch him, trying to gain insight on what she was feeling. He stayed silent.
Taylor blinked and put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him a bit closer. She hugged him and cried silently on his shoulder, "You can do it..."
Michael, on the other hand, didn't know what she ment at all. He just mimicked her by putting his hand on the back of her neck. What was this supposed to mean?
Taylor cried on his shoulder, waiting for him to stab her.
Michael gripped the back of her neck tightly as her tears started to dampen his shoulder. He just held the knife in his other hand before something hit his mind. He'd put his arm around her and grab her tightly. Not knowing how to handle anything with care he lifted her up and carried her out.
She was confused. Taylor looked at him before closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around him.
Michael marched quietly out of the house as the moon floated overhead in a sea of darkness. He walked across the lawn, cutting through people's yards as he stuck to the shadows of the night. Finally he disappeared across the street as a light flickered on from a nearby house.
~To be continued
Editing done by
Taylor played by
Michael Myers played by
Veronica Strode played by