Third Watch/Halloween Sequel: Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (3/?)
Title: Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (3/7)
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." Spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection. Also, since this is a sequel to a story I wrote a year ago, there are spoilers for that one and it's titled, "Blood Ties."
Summary: Evil has returned to Manhattan.
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story, Crossover
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: I know I'm in the middle of writing a gazillion other fics right now, but this one has been bugging me for the past two months and I finally gave in. I hope to have it completed by Halloween, but I'm not making any promises ;) .
Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (Part Three)
Bus Station-Manhattan
October 31st, 2005
4:12 p.m.
"You made the right decision," Davis said quietly as he gazed at his girlfriend.
The bus station was unusually empty and Alex wasn't sure if she found that fact comforting or a little worrisome. "There's still time for you to come with me."
He offered her a small smile, but shook his head. "I gotta work." He motioned to a few feet away where Sully stood waiting for him, arms folded across his chest.
"I know." She took a deep breath. "So I'll see you tomorrow right?"
"I'll be here bright and early to pick you up," Davis promised.
Alex looked down at the ground. "I feel like I'm a coward."
"You're the bravest, sanest person I know, Al," he said quietly.
A smile tugged at her lips, but when she looked at him her eyes were full of seriousness. "Be careful."
"Always." He kissed her gently. "You better go. Your bus is ready."
Alex took a deep breath and picked up her duffel bag. "Love you."
Davis smiled. "Love you, too. Have a nice night in Jersey."
Their eyes met for a moment, then she turned and walked toward the bus.
He watched as she boarded, then waved back when she waved out the window.
"She all right?" Sully asked quietly as he came up beside him.
"She made the right decision," Davis replied. His eyes followed the bus as it pulled away.
"Ready to get back out there?"
"Yeah. I'll call in to Central and let 'em know we're back in service." Davis radioed in.
Sully looked at his watch. It was only 4:15. "I have a feeling this is gonna be a long shift."
"I have a feeling you're right."
* * *
55th Ladder Company
October 31st, 2005
4:30 p.m.
"You ready to go?" Carlos asked, throwing his bag in the back of Boy 55-3.
Kim remained silent, staring into space.
"Kim? Hello? Anyone home?"
She blinked a few times, then looked at him. "What?"
"I asked if you were ready to go yet."
She shook her head as if to clear her mind. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready." Her voice was somewhat distant.
"You all right?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Uh...because it's Halloween."
Kim was silent for a moment. "Maybe you should find someone else to ride with today, Carlos."
"Can't. Doc's trainin' that newbie, remember?" He frowned. "Besides, why would I want to? I thought we were gettin' along all right."
"Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, my partners all tend to end up hurt or killed."
Carlos stared at her. "Well, that's not your fault."
"It is if I'm bad luck."
He rolled his eyes. "Get over yourself. Even you can't control everything that happens out there, Kim."
She didn't respond.
"Besides, I don't -want- to ride with anyone else. You're my partner now. We stick together. Where you go, I go." Carlos paused. "Except to the women's bathroom. That's where I draw the line."
Kim smiled.
* * *
"I don't think this is a good idea," Emily murmured, wrapping her arms around herself as she stared at the darkened science building.
"Oh, come on, Em. Lighten up. It's Halloween. It's to be expected," Lana said with a grin, nudging her with her elbow.
"What if we get in trouble?"
"I'm with Emily. Maybe we should just go back to the party," Jordan said, shifting a little closer to her.
She smiled faintly as she glanced at him.
"You guys are such babies," Donna Matthews informed them, rolling her eyes. "I go to school here. We TP the place every year. It's tradition."
"A stupid one," Emily said under her breath.
"Come on, we won't get in trouble. No one's even here on campus and Donna's an assistant to one of the professors. She has keys to the building," Lana pointed out, her voice bordering on whining.
"It won't even take that long," Janice assured them. "We just wanna TP Professor McDonald's room."
"If you don't wanna do it, you can wait in the hall," Lana pleaded, tugging on Emily's hand.
Emily sighed heavily and looked at Jordan, who shrugged.
"Come on, Em. You need to have some fun."
"Stringing toilet paper around a classroom is not my idea of a good time."
"You know what your problem is?" Darryl looked at her, an annoyed expression on his face. "You're a goodie-goodie cause your mom's a cop."
She tensed. "Yeah, and your uncle's a jailbird. Guess it runs in the family," she shot back.
He glared at her.
"Okay, this is supposed to be fun," Lana protested.
"I think Emily's too chicken." Darryl smirked.
"No, she's too smart," Jordan defended, glaring at him.
"Remind me never to invite first graders to campus again," Donna said, rolling her eyes as she glanced at her friend Mike, who grinned.
"Come on. Let's do this," Lana said, also growing bored of the debate. She looked at Emily. "Just come in. You don't have to participate."
Emily sighed and looked away for a moment. "All right. Let's just get it over with."
"You don't have to do this," Jordan said softly, looking at her.
"I know. But...they're right. I mean, it's a harmless little prank, right? No one's gonna get hurt or anything." She forced a smile.
"That's the spirit," Lana said cheerfully as she followed Donna and Mike and to the building.
Emily reluctantly followed Lana, glancing over her shoulder to see Jordan still standing in the same place he had been. "You're not coming?"
"No. I'll just wait out here. Keep watch."
"Okay," she said softly, gazing at him for a moment before Lana tugged on her arm and pulled her toward the door. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing around as Donna fumbled with the set of keys in her hand. When the older girl finally managed to get the door unlocked, they all stepped inside.
"All right, McDonald's room is on the second floor."
"Are there any rest rooms?" Emily asked, glancing at her friends in the semi-darkness.
"Yeah, down the hall and to the right," Donna said, not looking back at her as she, Mike and Darryl headed for the stairs.
"Why don't we wait for Emily?" Lana suggested.
Darryl turned around, rolling her eyes. "Why? You afraid the boogie man might get her?"
Emily glared at him. "Funny. You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. No big." She nodded at Lana and then turned and headed down the hallway. She could hear their retreating footsteps in the other direction and then all was silent. She swallowed hard, and finally made it to the restroom. She flipped the light on and locked herself in one of the stalls.
A couple moments later she flushed the toilet, unlocked the stall door and made her way over to one of the sinks. She washed her hands and grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser. She headed for the door, shutting the light off once more. She paused and felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up for the second time that night as she stood staring down the long, dark corridor. Moments ago it hadn't seemed like a big deal, but then of course, her friends had been at the other end of the hall.
Now she was alone.
Swallowing hard, she turned and started to head down the hallway, her heart beating quickly in her chest. She paused when she saw the door open. She could see a figure standing motionless in the entrance of the building. "Jordan?"
No response.
"Darryl?"
Still no answer.
"Okay, this is a -really- lame prank."
She folded her arms across her chest, feeling her throat tighten as the figure took a step forward. In the dim light that swept in from the window to the left she could see that the person had on a plain white face mask that showed no facial expression whatsoever. The figure continued to move slowly toward her and she lowered her gaze to his hand and she sucked in a breath as she caught sight of the sharp blade clenched tightly in his fist.
"Oh, my God," Emily whispered, backing up quickly, not taking her eyes off the man. "Uncle Michael."
He paused and tilted his head to one side as though contemplating her words.
She didn't hesitate a second longer before turning around quickly and racing in the opposite direction. She had no idea where she was going and the darkened corridor of the old science building seemed endless. She reached out and grabbed the handle of the first classroom she came to, but it was locked. She threw a glance over her shoulder and saw him walking slowly but steadily toward her. She ran ahead, tried the next door. It too, was locked.
"Fuck!" she whispered, fear clutching at her. She turned and ran again, spotting an exit sign at the end of the hallway. She raced toward it, slammed her hands against it, shocked when she discovered that it was locked from the outside. "No, no, no." Her heart pounding heavily, she turned around, spotted him coming closer. Closer.
Her eyes darted around in the darkness and she spotted another door at the other side of the hallway. She prayed to God that it was unlocked as she darted toward it. It swung open and she quickly moved inside, startled when she realized it was another stairwell. Swallowing hard, she took the steps upward two at a time, glancing over her shoulder briefly.
Someone grabbed her and a strangled cry escaped her lips.
"Hey, easy. Easy. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Emily looked up and found herself gazing at a very attractive college age guy. He had sandy brown hair and was wearing a maroon and white jacket. "He's after me!" she said urgently, fear in her voice.
"Who is?" He stared at her. "The man in the mask?"
She stared back, but nodded quickly.
"He's not after you. He's after me," the guy said softly. "He's my uncle."
Her eyes widened. "But...he's -my- uncle," she said, shaking her head.
The door at the base of the stairwell slammed against the wall and they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Slowly, but steadily.
"Come on!" The guy grabbed her hand and yanked open another door, pulling her through it and all but dragging her down the hall.
She didn't have time to process what was happening as they ran. She heard the stairwell door open just as the guy jerked her arm and pulled her into a room, closing the door with a soft click.
He quickly locked the door, pulling her away from it. "Come on, that won't hold him for long."
"Wait, I have friends down the hall," she whispered urgently.
"He's not after them, he's after us. And we don't have much time. We have to get the hell outta here."
"Yeah, and how are we gonna do that? We're on the second floor!"
"We're not that high up." He motioned to the window.
Emily stared at him. "You wanna jump?"
"It's either that or face him," the guy replied.
She jumped as a fist pounded through the glass on the door. "Let's go." She rushed over to the window and pulled it open quickly, glancing over her shoulder to see Michael reaching through the broken window and attempting to unlock the door.
The guy was right behind her. "Go, go," he urged, nervousness in his voice.
She swallowed hard. They were only about twenty feet off the ground, but she'd always had a fear of heights. Of course, she also had a fear of psychotic relatives trying to kill her. She sucked in a breath, closed her eyes and jumped. Seconds later she landed on her hands and knees in a pile of leaves. She quickly moved out of the way as the guy landed beside her.
"Come on." He was on his feet within a second, holding his hand out to her.
Emily stared up at him, catching sight of his face in the street lamp. "Oh, my God," she whispered, suddenly recognizing where she'd seen him from. "You're John."
He stared back at her. "How did you know that?"
"It's a long story. My name is Emily Yokas. My mother...your mother...oh, man," she murmured, recalling that he didn't know anything about their mothers being sisters.
John continued to stare at her, a look of utter confusion on his face. "My mother?"
"Okay, let's just get out of here. I'll explain it all later." Emily grabbed his hand as she stood up.
"Yeah, all right." They walked cautiously around the building. "My car's in the parking lot in front. We can take it."
"I have a friend up there waiting," she said, glancing around nervously.
"We'll pick her up too."
"Him," she corrected as they headed up the sidewalk. "Jordan!"
He turned around to face them with a surprised expression. "Em? What happened to the others?"
"They're still inside," she answered, breaking away from John and beginning to cross the yard to where her friend was standing.
"Emily!"
She quickly looked over her shoulder to where John stood, pointing. She whirled around again and saw Michael a few feet away from Jordan. "Jordan look out!" she screamed, her eyes widening with horror.
Jordan didn't even have time to turn around as Michael raised the knife up and plunged it into his back.
Emily screamed, frozen in place. She raised a hand to her mouth as she stared in horror, tears springing to her eyes.
Michael dropped his lifeless body to the ground and stared at her.
"Come on!" John grabbed her hand, pulling her away quickly.
Unable to make a sound, she followed him, too shocked to do anything else.
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." Spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection. Also, since this is a sequel to a story I wrote a year ago, there are spoilers for that one and it's titled, "Blood Ties."
Summary: Evil has returned to Manhattan.
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story, Crossover
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: I know I'm in the middle of writing a gazillion other fics right now, but this one has been bugging me for the past two months and I finally gave in. I hope to have it completed by Halloween, but I'm not making any promises ;) .
Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (Part Three)
Bus Station-Manhattan
October 31st, 2005
4:12 p.m.
"You made the right decision," Davis said quietly as he gazed at his girlfriend.
The bus station was unusually empty and Alex wasn't sure if she found that fact comforting or a little worrisome. "There's still time for you to come with me."
He offered her a small smile, but shook his head. "I gotta work." He motioned to a few feet away where Sully stood waiting for him, arms folded across his chest.
"I know." She took a deep breath. "So I'll see you tomorrow right?"
"I'll be here bright and early to pick you up," Davis promised.
Alex looked down at the ground. "I feel like I'm a coward."
"You're the bravest, sanest person I know, Al," he said quietly.
A smile tugged at her lips, but when she looked at him her eyes were full of seriousness. "Be careful."
"Always." He kissed her gently. "You better go. Your bus is ready."
Alex took a deep breath and picked up her duffel bag. "Love you."
Davis smiled. "Love you, too. Have a nice night in Jersey."
Their eyes met for a moment, then she turned and walked toward the bus.
He watched as she boarded, then waved back when she waved out the window.
"She all right?" Sully asked quietly as he came up beside him.
"She made the right decision," Davis replied. His eyes followed the bus as it pulled away.
"Ready to get back out there?"
"Yeah. I'll call in to Central and let 'em know we're back in service." Davis radioed in.
Sully looked at his watch. It was only 4:15. "I have a feeling this is gonna be a long shift."
"I have a feeling you're right."
* * *
55th Ladder Company
October 31st, 2005
4:30 p.m.
"You ready to go?" Carlos asked, throwing his bag in the back of Boy 55-3.
Kim remained silent, staring into space.
"Kim? Hello? Anyone home?"
She blinked a few times, then looked at him. "What?"
"I asked if you were ready to go yet."
She shook her head as if to clear her mind. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready." Her voice was somewhat distant.
"You all right?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Uh...because it's Halloween."
Kim was silent for a moment. "Maybe you should find someone else to ride with today, Carlos."
"Can't. Doc's trainin' that newbie, remember?" He frowned. "Besides, why would I want to? I thought we were gettin' along all right."
"Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, my partners all tend to end up hurt or killed."
Carlos stared at her. "Well, that's not your fault."
"It is if I'm bad luck."
He rolled his eyes. "Get over yourself. Even you can't control everything that happens out there, Kim."
She didn't respond.
"Besides, I don't -want- to ride with anyone else. You're my partner now. We stick together. Where you go, I go." Carlos paused. "Except to the women's bathroom. That's where I draw the line."
Kim smiled.
* * *
"I don't think this is a good idea," Emily murmured, wrapping her arms around herself as she stared at the darkened science building.
"Oh, come on, Em. Lighten up. It's Halloween. It's to be expected," Lana said with a grin, nudging her with her elbow.
"What if we get in trouble?"
"I'm with Emily. Maybe we should just go back to the party," Jordan said, shifting a little closer to her.
She smiled faintly as she glanced at him.
"You guys are such babies," Donna Matthews informed them, rolling her eyes. "I go to school here. We TP the place every year. It's tradition."
"A stupid one," Emily said under her breath.
"Come on, we won't get in trouble. No one's even here on campus and Donna's an assistant to one of the professors. She has keys to the building," Lana pointed out, her voice bordering on whining.
"It won't even take that long," Janice assured them. "We just wanna TP Professor McDonald's room."
"If you don't wanna do it, you can wait in the hall," Lana pleaded, tugging on Emily's hand.
Emily sighed heavily and looked at Jordan, who shrugged.
"Come on, Em. You need to have some fun."
"Stringing toilet paper around a classroom is not my idea of a good time."
"You know what your problem is?" Darryl looked at her, an annoyed expression on his face. "You're a goodie-goodie cause your mom's a cop."
She tensed. "Yeah, and your uncle's a jailbird. Guess it runs in the family," she shot back.
He glared at her.
"Okay, this is supposed to be fun," Lana protested.
"I think Emily's too chicken." Darryl smirked.
"No, she's too smart," Jordan defended, glaring at him.
"Remind me never to invite first graders to campus again," Donna said, rolling her eyes as she glanced at her friend Mike, who grinned.
"Come on. Let's do this," Lana said, also growing bored of the debate. She looked at Emily. "Just come in. You don't have to participate."
Emily sighed and looked away for a moment. "All right. Let's just get it over with."
"You don't have to do this," Jordan said softly, looking at her.
"I know. But...they're right. I mean, it's a harmless little prank, right? No one's gonna get hurt or anything." She forced a smile.
"That's the spirit," Lana said cheerfully as she followed Donna and Mike and to the building.
Emily reluctantly followed Lana, glancing over her shoulder to see Jordan still standing in the same place he had been. "You're not coming?"
"No. I'll just wait out here. Keep watch."
"Okay," she said softly, gazing at him for a moment before Lana tugged on her arm and pulled her toward the door. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing around as Donna fumbled with the set of keys in her hand. When the older girl finally managed to get the door unlocked, they all stepped inside.
"All right, McDonald's room is on the second floor."
"Are there any rest rooms?" Emily asked, glancing at her friends in the semi-darkness.
"Yeah, down the hall and to the right," Donna said, not looking back at her as she, Mike and Darryl headed for the stairs.
"Why don't we wait for Emily?" Lana suggested.
Darryl turned around, rolling her eyes. "Why? You afraid the boogie man might get her?"
Emily glared at him. "Funny. You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. No big." She nodded at Lana and then turned and headed down the hallway. She could hear their retreating footsteps in the other direction and then all was silent. She swallowed hard, and finally made it to the restroom. She flipped the light on and locked herself in one of the stalls.
A couple moments later she flushed the toilet, unlocked the stall door and made her way over to one of the sinks. She washed her hands and grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser. She headed for the door, shutting the light off once more. She paused and felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up for the second time that night as she stood staring down the long, dark corridor. Moments ago it hadn't seemed like a big deal, but then of course, her friends had been at the other end of the hall.
Now she was alone.
Swallowing hard, she turned and started to head down the hallway, her heart beating quickly in her chest. She paused when she saw the door open. She could see a figure standing motionless in the entrance of the building. "Jordan?"
No response.
"Darryl?"
Still no answer.
"Okay, this is a -really- lame prank."
She folded her arms across her chest, feeling her throat tighten as the figure took a step forward. In the dim light that swept in from the window to the left she could see that the person had on a plain white face mask that showed no facial expression whatsoever. The figure continued to move slowly toward her and she lowered her gaze to his hand and she sucked in a breath as she caught sight of the sharp blade clenched tightly in his fist.
"Oh, my God," Emily whispered, backing up quickly, not taking her eyes off the man. "Uncle Michael."
He paused and tilted his head to one side as though contemplating her words.
She didn't hesitate a second longer before turning around quickly and racing in the opposite direction. She had no idea where she was going and the darkened corridor of the old science building seemed endless. She reached out and grabbed the handle of the first classroom she came to, but it was locked. She threw a glance over her shoulder and saw him walking slowly but steadily toward her. She ran ahead, tried the next door. It too, was locked.
"Fuck!" she whispered, fear clutching at her. She turned and ran again, spotting an exit sign at the end of the hallway. She raced toward it, slammed her hands against it, shocked when she discovered that it was locked from the outside. "No, no, no." Her heart pounding heavily, she turned around, spotted him coming closer. Closer.
Her eyes darted around in the darkness and she spotted another door at the other side of the hallway. She prayed to God that it was unlocked as she darted toward it. It swung open and she quickly moved inside, startled when she realized it was another stairwell. Swallowing hard, she took the steps upward two at a time, glancing over her shoulder briefly.
Someone grabbed her and a strangled cry escaped her lips.
"Hey, easy. Easy. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Emily looked up and found herself gazing at a very attractive college age guy. He had sandy brown hair and was wearing a maroon and white jacket. "He's after me!" she said urgently, fear in her voice.
"Who is?" He stared at her. "The man in the mask?"
She stared back, but nodded quickly.
"He's not after you. He's after me," the guy said softly. "He's my uncle."
Her eyes widened. "But...he's -my- uncle," she said, shaking her head.
The door at the base of the stairwell slammed against the wall and they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Slowly, but steadily.
"Come on!" The guy grabbed her hand and yanked open another door, pulling her through it and all but dragging her down the hall.
She didn't have time to process what was happening as they ran. She heard the stairwell door open just as the guy jerked her arm and pulled her into a room, closing the door with a soft click.
He quickly locked the door, pulling her away from it. "Come on, that won't hold him for long."
"Wait, I have friends down the hall," she whispered urgently.
"He's not after them, he's after us. And we don't have much time. We have to get the hell outta here."
"Yeah, and how are we gonna do that? We're on the second floor!"
"We're not that high up." He motioned to the window.
Emily stared at him. "You wanna jump?"
"It's either that or face him," the guy replied.
She jumped as a fist pounded through the glass on the door. "Let's go." She rushed over to the window and pulled it open quickly, glancing over her shoulder to see Michael reaching through the broken window and attempting to unlock the door.
The guy was right behind her. "Go, go," he urged, nervousness in his voice.
She swallowed hard. They were only about twenty feet off the ground, but she'd always had a fear of heights. Of course, she also had a fear of psychotic relatives trying to kill her. She sucked in a breath, closed her eyes and jumped. Seconds later she landed on her hands and knees in a pile of leaves. She quickly moved out of the way as the guy landed beside her.
"Come on." He was on his feet within a second, holding his hand out to her.
Emily stared up at him, catching sight of his face in the street lamp. "Oh, my God," she whispered, suddenly recognizing where she'd seen him from. "You're John."
He stared back at her. "How did you know that?"
"It's a long story. My name is Emily Yokas. My mother...your mother...oh, man," she murmured, recalling that he didn't know anything about their mothers being sisters.
John continued to stare at her, a look of utter confusion on his face. "My mother?"
"Okay, let's just get out of here. I'll explain it all later." Emily grabbed his hand as she stood up.
"Yeah, all right." They walked cautiously around the building. "My car's in the parking lot in front. We can take it."
"I have a friend up there waiting," she said, glancing around nervously.
"We'll pick her up too."
"Him," she corrected as they headed up the sidewalk. "Jordan!"
He turned around to face them with a surprised expression. "Em? What happened to the others?"
"They're still inside," she answered, breaking away from John and beginning to cross the yard to where her friend was standing.
"Emily!"
She quickly looked over her shoulder to where John stood, pointing. She whirled around again and saw Michael a few feet away from Jordan. "Jordan look out!" she screamed, her eyes widening with horror.
Jordan didn't even have time to turn around as Michael raised the knife up and plunged it into his back.
Emily screamed, frozen in place. She raised a hand to her mouth as she stared in horror, tears springing to her eyes.
Michael dropped his lifeless body to the ground and stared at her.
"Come on!" John grabbed her hand, pulling her away quickly.
Unable to make a sound, she followed him, too shocked to do anything else.