The next day came pretty quickly, the terrors of the last night were ignored and almost forgotten by this point, all thanks to the Halloween spirit that began to roam around the streets of Haddonfield. The trio were currently staying in Melanie's house, getting ready for the Halloween Party that Olivia had mentioned.
—"Where is this party taking place?"— you curiously glance at Olivia.
—"Just a couple of streets away, around the central part of the town."— she cheerfully says whilst putting on her costume.
—"Y'know, I'm starting to get a bad feeling from all of this..."— you confess and stop for a moment whilst glancing at the mask for your costume.
After paying a quick visit to her house this morning to get some things and a bit of money for the costume, (Y/N) had decided to go dressed as grim reaper... Or it's a plague doctor...? The only mask she managed to buy was a black masquerade mask that looked like a crow, it only covered the half of her face but some black clothing and the hood of her cardigan will do the trick.
—"(Y/N) we talked about this, everything is going to be just fine."— Olivia gives you a reassuring smile. —"Plus your costume disguise you completely! There is no way Michael will recognize you."—
—"...And what if he chooses us as his next victims?"— you ask, a bit paranoid.
—"...Oh. I haven't thought about it."— she awkwardly scratches her head.
—"We can use Caleb as sacrifice."— Melanie casually suggests.
—"Caleb?... Oh fuck Caleb! I completely forgot!"— you facepalm yourself and sigh with annoyance. —"Life couldn't be more shit. If I survive this night and Michael doesn't get me, Logan will for sure..."—
—"Then let's pray Michael kills Logan instead of any of us."— Olivia lightly laughs, trying to push her worry away.
—"God hear you sis."— you huff and when everyone was ready you put your mask on.
—"Oh! (Y/N) you look so badass!"— Olivia compliments you.
—"Y'know, I expected to look stupid but... I kinda like how it turned out."— you glance at yourself in the mirror whilst adjusting the hood.
—"I know right? Even your burn marks aren't visible, there is no way anyone can recognize you from afar."— Olivia says with her happy-go-lucky tone whilst putting the mask of her own costume. —"Okay, is everyone ready?"—
The trio looks at each other, appreciating for a moment their costumes.
—"Then let's go!"—
. . .
—"...Olivia"— you say slowly.
—"Yeah?"— she glances at you.
—"...This is the cafe... The one you we always hang out durning the morning..."—
—"Yeah!"—
—"Aren't we going to the party...?"— you look at her with furrowed brows, completely confused.
—"The party is here, silly."— she laughs, finding your confusion funny.
—"Olivia you-..."— you were about to curse at her but sigh shakily.
(Y/N)'s anxiety began to raise again, she didn't even want to be anywhere near the places she was familiar with or came around often, too afraid that Michael will find her.
—"What? This is still pretty far from your home! Plus, there is a tiny surprise for you inside."— Olivia smirks at you and grabs your arm, leading you inside.
—"Are you also part of this Melanie?!"— you glance at your other friend.
—"Nope, I wasn't aware of this neither. I just tag along cuz Olivia told so."— she innocently replies.
The (h/c) haired female sighs in frustration, her expectations were too high, what did she even expect from a happy-go-lucky 21 y/o?! At least the place was quite crowded so it shouldn't be too hard to blend in...
After basically being dragged inside of the cafe and seeing the cheerful but not too chaotic atmosphere, the female began to calm down little by little.
—"{Easy there (Y/N), everything will be cool! Come on, bet Myers doesn't even know about the existence of this cafe, so you have nothing to fear.}"— Olivia whispers and pats your arm with a warm smile.
—"My goodness, Olivia it's such a relief you came, oh! You managed to bring (Y/N) here too!"—
Another voice caught the trio's attention. It was the owner of the cafe, a sweet middle aged woman who sometimes would swing by to see how business is going.
The woman comes closer and takes (Y/N) by her arms gently.
—"Tell me dear, is it true that you are a professional playing the piano?"— she asks.
—"Uh... Yeah, you could say...?"— you reply, confused about why she's asking that.
—"That's great! You see, tonight we were planning to make a small concert with some jazz songs, but unfortunately the pianist we hired couldn't come, so... Would you mind to play instead of them? A-All the music sheets are there! All you have to do is play."—
A cold layer of sweat began to form on (Y/N)'s body, flashbacks of her going to piano auditions came running trough her mind, making her hands shaky and her knees weak. She haven't played in front of an audience since high school, and even then, she would receive glances or disgust at her blind eye or her friendship with the Myers family.
—"I... Uhm... I-I..."— you stammer, barely making any coherent noises.
—"You need time to decide, I understand."— the owner gives you an understanding look and a small squeeze before letting go and walking away. —"Let me know when you have a clear answer."—
—"Uh... (Y/N)? You good?"— Olivia asks you with a slightly concerned smile.
Without any warning, the (h/c) haired female storms into the bathroom of the cafe, her breathing was shaky and slightly anxious.
—"(Y/N) wait! What happened?"— Olivia follows you, Melanie tagging behind silently.
—"I... I can't do this... I can't."— you manage to say and lean against a wall. —"Was that the... Surprise?"—
—"Uh... Y-yeah? Aren't you excited about it?"— she asks you frowning slightly. —"I'm... I'm sorry if it's so spontaneous, I remember you told me that you would like to perform someday again and... I thought that..."—
—"No no, don't get me wrong dear I rally appreciate your effort! It's just I..."— you swallow the lump in your throat before continuing. —"I just... Failed so many times, no one ever sees my talent, only my scars... My defects."— you confess tiredly.
—"But tonight you are a completely new person, you are wearing a mask and most of people around probably doesn't even know you! It's your chance (Y/N)."— she tries to cheer and motivate you.
—"B-but I barely warmed up! A-and what if I fail? I haven't played jazz in a while and-"— you were about to continue ranting but two hands on your shoulders stop you.
—"Oh please, famous musicians are getting arrested for horrible crimes and people still love them. Do you really think people will care about you failing one note? No jodas!"— Olivia grips your shoulders tightly. —"Do you trust your skill?!"—
—"I-"—
—"Do. You. Trust. Your. Skill?!"— she gives you a little shake with every word.
—"Y-yes!"—
—"Have you spend years practicing and getting ready to show who's the real star tonight?!"— she yells at your masked face.
—"Yes!"— despite not agreeing you still say it, not wanting Olivia to aggressively shake you again.
—"Then go at say that old hag that you agree!"—
And with that said, the dark haired female pushes (Y/N) out of the bathroom, not giving her the opportunity to reply. The (h/c) haired female sighs, well the argument had finished and she has no option but to agree. But Olivia is right, she've been playing piano long enough to master her skill, all she has to do is get on the stage and start playing, easy.
The female was about to call for the owner, but stopped on her tracks when she recognized the person the woman was talking to.
—"...Caleb?!"—
. . .
Most of the streets of Haddonfield were full of people, children running around, laughing and collecting candy. Some teens making mischievous pranks around the neighborhoods. But some streets were completely desert, having nothing but lampposts. In one of those empty dark streets was Logan, the security guard who of corse took a day off because of the holiday to 'relax'.
The man was barely standing, completely drunk and was being supported thanks to the walls of the phone cabin he was in, loudly talking to somebody.
—"Yeah man, just left my buddy bro at that one cafe... Yeah yeah, were that one bitch is, the dumbass owner kept yapping everywhere about the boring-ass concert and how (Y/N) is going to play apparently..."— he was barely talking, words sloppily falling from his mouth.
The man kept talking loudly, but at some point began to get quieter and quieter, even looking around as if looking for someone. Logan's drunk brain was barely keeping up with basic functions as breathing, but his intuition and some basic instinct were screaming about some upcoming danger, but... What danger?
—"Yes... Yeah I'm telling you man, I also hope my bro manages to lay down that whore... I basically organized this whole play, all thanks to some shit-ass letter that lunatic wanted to send that Myers frea-"—
A loud crash of some trash cans startled the man slightly, but after hearing a random cat screaming he relaxes and keeps talking, totally oblivious of two pair of eyes that were burning a whole in his head.
—"Uh? Oh you don't know what cafe I'm talking about...? You dumass... Yeah yeah, the one in the central part... I think it's the 'Strode street number 3'... Or around that area... Okay man, cya tomorrow at work... Or maybe the Tuesday."— he sloppily tries to hang the phone.
After being unsuccessful in his little task, Logan just snarls in frustration and let's the phone fall on the ground, it's not his problem anymore. But when the man turned around to leave the phone cabin he was greeted by someone's hulking figure.
—"Hey man... You want some problems my dude...?"— he asks, leaning into one of the walks again.
The figure doesn't reply, just breathes heavily and clutches it's fists tightly.
—"I'm telling ya... You don't want to mess with me... Out of my way!"—
No reply, no movement.
—"Ugh... You bitch-ass piece of shit..."— he growls under his breath and throws a punch.
But Logan's attack was quickly stopped and the next thing his drunk brain knows is that his body has been tossed trough one of the walls of the phone cabins, landing on the ground with the sound of glass breaking and a loud thud.
A groan leaves the guard's lips but it soon replaced by some choking cough and confused gasps, the large shape had grabbed the drunk male by the collar of his shirt and was roughly dragging him towards a brick wall that was near by.
And then the sound of something hitting the hard surface, again, and again, and again. Until the sound turned sloppy accompanied by the sound of bones cracking. After a minute or two the noises finally had stopped and all that was possible to hear was the heavy breathing of that tall broad figure... Michael's figure, who was hovering over now dead body of Logan.
Michael didn't even intend to find the guard, but after walking trough the alleys and overhearing his conversation and the way he was talking about his (Y/N) really annoyed him, how dares he?
But despite the anger that he felt just seconds ago, Michael was quite happy about this casual encounter, because now he knows where she is.
"Now he knows exactly where to get his dear (Y/N)."