Third Watch/Halloween Fic: Blood Ties (Prologue/7)
Title: Blood Ties (Prologue/7)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Also, spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection.
Summary: Evil has come to New York City, hellbent on killing one of the officers at the 55th precinct. Will the rest of the Third Watch crew be able to stop the killer in time? Or will they become victims themselves?
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: The idea for this fic came after watching Halloween Resurrection the day it came out in theatres. Sorry to anyone who *liked* the movie. I personally thought it was awful and I felt the need to try and fix it. And what better way to fix something than by throwing the Third Watch characters in the mix? ;) I've never attempted a horror fic before, and I realize the idea of a Halloween/Third Watch crossover is a bit...bizarre, but I decided to take the challenge. So if you like it, or hate it, please let me know.
Dedication: This one is for CCA, my fellow scary movie viewer. :)
Special thanks to Dem and Bree for encouraging me to go through with this story.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Conclusion
(Prologue)
Grace Anderson Sanitarium
October 29th, 2004--Evening
"Where should I put this file?" Diane Carter asked, looking up from the front desk at the head psychiatric nurse.
"Whose file is it?" Nurse Wiley asked absently as she jotted down a note on one of her patient's charts.
"Um....Laurie Strode." Diane was taken aback by the nurse's startled--no--almost frightened expression. "Are you all right?"
"Yes. I'm fine. Bottom drawer of the locked cabinet," she replied shortly. Without another word, the nurse turned away and hurried off down the corridor.
"What's wrong with her?" Marie Swenson asked, frowning as she walked up and stood at the desk.
Diane looked at the younger nurse. "I have no idea. I just asked her where I should put this file and she freaked."
"What file?" Marie asked curiously.
"Laurie Strode's."
"Laurie Strode's?" she repeated, her eyes widening slightly. "No wonder she freaked."
Diane frowned. "Why? Who is she?"
"You really don't know?"
"No, I don't."
"Laurie Strode was a patient here. A year ago. She died here last Halloween."
"How?"
Marie glanced around, then focused her gaze on Diane, lowering her voice. "Murdered."
"Murdered?" Diane repeated, shocked.
"Yeah."
"By who?"
"Her brother."
"Damn." She shook her head. "Did they catch him?"
"No." Marie leaned against the desk. "Some people think he's dead, but--" She shook her head. "After he killed Laurie, he went and killed all these kids that were spending the night in his house for some spooky reality show. It was awful."
"I remember reading about that. That's the same guy?" Diane asked, her eyes wide.
"Michael Myers, the Halloween killer. Same guy."
Diane gazed down at the file folder. "Why would he kill his own sister?" she murmured.
"Beats me. If you ask me, he should have been the one locked up in one of these padded cells, not her." Marie paused. "You want to know the creepiest part?"
She glanced up at her silently, waiting.
"The night he killed Laurie Strode...her body disappeared from the hospital morgue. They've never been able to find it."
"That poor woman," Diane whispered, feeling sick.
"I bet he took it with him," Marie said, knowingly.
"What?"
"Michael Myers. I bet he stole his sister's body."
"Jesus..."
"He was obsessed with her. Stalked her for years, tried to kill her on several different occasions, but it was always on Halloween night."
"Guess he finally succeeded."
Marie nodded. "He was a real monster. Killed half her family, her friends, her boyfriend...I can't even imagine how she stayed sane as long as she did. But at least she's finally free of him." Just then a bell rang shrilly from down the hallway. "That's Mrs. Hart again. She keeps wanting to know what time her son's coming to see her. Guess she forgot that she killed him twelve years ago." She rolled her eyes and headed off down the corridor, leaving Diane at the desk alone.
Diane felt a chill run down her spine as she was left to the silence. She looked down at the thick file folder in her hands, then slowly opened it. She gazed at the picture of Laurie Strode attatched to the first page.
She had been a beautiful woman. Shoulder-length brown hair, a youthful and fair complexion. But her eyes, while a startling shade of green, reflected torment. Fear.
Fear of her own brother.
She shuddered, trying to imagine for just a moment what her life must have been like.
She bit her lower lip, glanced around the empty hallway, then carefully tucked the file folder into her bag, wanting to read more about the woman's past later on. There was really no harm. After all, Laurie Strode was dead. It wasn't like anyone would miss the file for one night. She'd bring it back in the morning. She made sure it was hidden from view in case anyone walked by. Then she went back to work.
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"Diane? What are you still doing here?"
She jerked her head up from her filing and looked at Nurse Wiley. Then her gaze flickered to the clock on the wall. It was 11:30 p.m. She should have left a half-hour ago. "Oh. Guess I lost track of the time."
The nurse raised an eyebrow. "Every other receptionist we've had was dying to get out of here early."
Diane gave her a small smile and she shrugged, not sure what to say.
"Get out of here, get some sleep. Trust me, you'll need it. This place can really get to you."
"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow." Diane stood up, grabbed her bag off the floor and strapped it over her shoulder.
"Be careful out there."
"You too." She shut the file cabinet, turned off the computer, and headed for the door. She paused, briefly considered calling security for an escort, then changed her mind. Her car was just a few yards from the door, and she'd parked under a lamp. She'd be fine.
She walked outside, instantly wishing she'd worn heavier coat that day as the cool autumn breeze tore at her exposed skin. She shivered and pulled her keys from her purse as she clutched her bag to her more tightly.
She paused when she thought she heard footsteps behind her. She turned, but didn't see anyone.
Diane took a deep breath. "Stop being so paranoid," she mumbled under her breath. She rolled her eyes, berating herself for allowing what Marie had told her earlier to have this much affect on her. She turned back to head for her car again, picking up her pace a little.
She only made it a few feet before a tall figure suddenly appeared before her. She instantly took a step back, fear gripping onto her. The figure wore a white face mask that hid all of his features but his eyes.
She took another step back, then turned to run toward the entrance of the asylum. Her heart raced as her feet pounded against the pavement.
He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her off the ground, yanking her back toward him. She didn't even get the chance to scream as he plunged the knife into her stomach.
The last thing she saw was the concrete rushing up to meet her as everything grew dark.
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Grace Anderson Sanitarium
October 30, 2004--8:09 a.m.
"I can't believe this. Who would do something so terrible?" Marie whispered the next morning as she stood with the crowd of onlookers outside of the building as the detectives combed the scene for evidence.
"Lieutenant! I found something!" one of the officers shouted as he examined Diane's blood-stained bag that was lying on the ground.
Lt. Pleasance walked over. "What is it?"
"A patient's file folder, Sir."
"What patient?"
"Laurie Strode. But all the charts are missing."
Pleasance stared at him for a long, silent moment. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
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La Guardia Airport, New York City
October 30, 2004--10:29 a.m.
"Excuse me, Ma'am. Do you need a taxi?"
She turned, startled by the voice. She clutched her small suitcase tightly in her hands, so tightly her knuckles turned white. "No," she whispered, her voice low, raspy, like she hadn't used it in a very long time.
She turned away, looking around the crowded sidewalk outside of the airport. There were so many people...how was she ever going to track down someone she'd never even met in less than twenty-four hours?
She felt a brief moment of utter hopelessness, followed immediately by determination.
Laurie Strode was going to find her sister. She had to. She had to find her before Michael did.
Because she wasn't sure she'd be able to deal with another person's death on her conscience.
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Also, spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection.
Summary: Evil has come to New York City, hellbent on killing one of the officers at the 55th precinct. Will the rest of the Third Watch crew be able to stop the killer in time? Or will they become victims themselves?
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: The idea for this fic came after watching Halloween Resurrection the day it came out in theatres. Sorry to anyone who *liked* the movie. I personally thought it was awful and I felt the need to try and fix it. And what better way to fix something than by throwing the Third Watch characters in the mix? ;) I've never attempted a horror fic before, and I realize the idea of a Halloween/Third Watch crossover is a bit...bizarre, but I decided to take the challenge. So if you like it, or hate it, please let me know.
Dedication: This one is for CCA, my fellow scary movie viewer. :)
Special thanks to Dem and Bree for encouraging me to go through with this story.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Conclusion
(Prologue)
Grace Anderson Sanitarium
October 29th, 2004--Evening
"Where should I put this file?" Diane Carter asked, looking up from the front desk at the head psychiatric nurse.
"Whose file is it?" Nurse Wiley asked absently as she jotted down a note on one of her patient's charts.
"Um....Laurie Strode." Diane was taken aback by the nurse's startled--no--almost frightened expression. "Are you all right?"
"Yes. I'm fine. Bottom drawer of the locked cabinet," she replied shortly. Without another word, the nurse turned away and hurried off down the corridor.
"What's wrong with her?" Marie Swenson asked, frowning as she walked up and stood at the desk.
Diane looked at the younger nurse. "I have no idea. I just asked her where I should put this file and she freaked."
"What file?" Marie asked curiously.
"Laurie Strode's."
"Laurie Strode's?" she repeated, her eyes widening slightly. "No wonder she freaked."
Diane frowned. "Why? Who is she?"
"You really don't know?"
"No, I don't."
"Laurie Strode was a patient here. A year ago. She died here last Halloween."
"How?"
Marie glanced around, then focused her gaze on Diane, lowering her voice. "Murdered."
"Murdered?" Diane repeated, shocked.
"Yeah."
"By who?"
"Her brother."
"Damn." She shook her head. "Did they catch him?"
"No." Marie leaned against the desk. "Some people think he's dead, but--" She shook her head. "After he killed Laurie, he went and killed all these kids that were spending the night in his house for some spooky reality show. It was awful."
"I remember reading about that. That's the same guy?" Diane asked, her eyes wide.
"Michael Myers, the Halloween killer. Same guy."
Diane gazed down at the file folder. "Why would he kill his own sister?" she murmured.
"Beats me. If you ask me, he should have been the one locked up in one of these padded cells, not her." Marie paused. "You want to know the creepiest part?"
She glanced up at her silently, waiting.
"The night he killed Laurie Strode...her body disappeared from the hospital morgue. They've never been able to find it."
"That poor woman," Diane whispered, feeling sick.
"I bet he took it with him," Marie said, knowingly.
"What?"
"Michael Myers. I bet he stole his sister's body."
"Jesus..."
"He was obsessed with her. Stalked her for years, tried to kill her on several different occasions, but it was always on Halloween night."
"Guess he finally succeeded."
Marie nodded. "He was a real monster. Killed half her family, her friends, her boyfriend...I can't even imagine how she stayed sane as long as she did. But at least she's finally free of him." Just then a bell rang shrilly from down the hallway. "That's Mrs. Hart again. She keeps wanting to know what time her son's coming to see her. Guess she forgot that she killed him twelve years ago." She rolled her eyes and headed off down the corridor, leaving Diane at the desk alone.
Diane felt a chill run down her spine as she was left to the silence. She looked down at the thick file folder in her hands, then slowly opened it. She gazed at the picture of Laurie Strode attatched to the first page.
She had been a beautiful woman. Shoulder-length brown hair, a youthful and fair complexion. But her eyes, while a startling shade of green, reflected torment. Fear.
Fear of her own brother.
She shuddered, trying to imagine for just a moment what her life must have been like.
She bit her lower lip, glanced around the empty hallway, then carefully tucked the file folder into her bag, wanting to read more about the woman's past later on. There was really no harm. After all, Laurie Strode was dead. It wasn't like anyone would miss the file for one night. She'd bring it back in the morning. She made sure it was hidden from view in case anyone walked by. Then she went back to work.
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"Diane? What are you still doing here?"
She jerked her head up from her filing and looked at Nurse Wiley. Then her gaze flickered to the clock on the wall. It was 11:30 p.m. She should have left a half-hour ago. "Oh. Guess I lost track of the time."
The nurse raised an eyebrow. "Every other receptionist we've had was dying to get out of here early."
Diane gave her a small smile and she shrugged, not sure what to say.
"Get out of here, get some sleep. Trust me, you'll need it. This place can really get to you."
"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow." Diane stood up, grabbed her bag off the floor and strapped it over her shoulder.
"Be careful out there."
"You too." She shut the file cabinet, turned off the computer, and headed for the door. She paused, briefly considered calling security for an escort, then changed her mind. Her car was just a few yards from the door, and she'd parked under a lamp. She'd be fine.
She walked outside, instantly wishing she'd worn heavier coat that day as the cool autumn breeze tore at her exposed skin. She shivered and pulled her keys from her purse as she clutched her bag to her more tightly.
She paused when she thought she heard footsteps behind her. She turned, but didn't see anyone.
Diane took a deep breath. "Stop being so paranoid," she mumbled under her breath. She rolled her eyes, berating herself for allowing what Marie had told her earlier to have this much affect on her. She turned back to head for her car again, picking up her pace a little.
She only made it a few feet before a tall figure suddenly appeared before her. She instantly took a step back, fear gripping onto her. The figure wore a white face mask that hid all of his features but his eyes.
She took another step back, then turned to run toward the entrance of the asylum. Her heart raced as her feet pounded against the pavement.
He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her off the ground, yanking her back toward him. She didn't even get the chance to scream as he plunged the knife into her stomach.
The last thing she saw was the concrete rushing up to meet her as everything grew dark.
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Grace Anderson Sanitarium
October 30, 2004--8:09 a.m.
"I can't believe this. Who would do something so terrible?" Marie whispered the next morning as she stood with the crowd of onlookers outside of the building as the detectives combed the scene for evidence.
"Lieutenant! I found something!" one of the officers shouted as he examined Diane's blood-stained bag that was lying on the ground.
Lt. Pleasance walked over. "What is it?"
"A patient's file folder, Sir."
"What patient?"
"Laurie Strode. But all the charts are missing."
Pleasance stared at him for a long, silent moment. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
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La Guardia Airport, New York City
October 30, 2004--10:29 a.m.
"Excuse me, Ma'am. Do you need a taxi?"
She turned, startled by the voice. She clutched her small suitcase tightly in her hands, so tightly her knuckles turned white. "No," she whispered, her voice low, raspy, like she hadn't used it in a very long time.
She turned away, looking around the crowded sidewalk outside of the airport. There were so many people...how was she ever going to track down someone she'd never even met in less than twenty-four hours?
She felt a brief moment of utter hopelessness, followed immediately by determination.
Laurie Strode was going to find her sister. She had to. She had to find her before Michael did.
Because she wasn't sure she'd be able to deal with another person's death on her conscience.