Third Watch/Halloween Sequel: Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (4/?)
Title: Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (4/7)
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 Across the Universe, 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 Four)
St. John's University
October 31, 2005
7:00 p.m.
"Oh man," Davis muttered as he stood amongst the crowd of law enforcement personnel gathered on the lawn of the science building.
Sully looked at him grimly. "Poor kid."
"No weapon at the scene," a detective mumbled to himself as he passed them.
Davis was silent for a moment. "I think we should call Faith."
"You think her brother did it?"
"I don't know, Sul. It's Halloween and a kid got murdered. They didn't find a knife..."
His partner nodded slightly. "I'll call her."
Letting out a breath, Davis watched him head away. He was just glad Alex was out of town, and far away from the madness. And safe.
***
Manhattan
7:12 P.M.
Bosco watched Faith frown as she answered her cell phone, then saw the color drain from her face.
"Are you sure, Sully?" She swallowed hard, closing her eyes. "Okay. Thanks for letting me know. Yeah, I'll be careful. You too." She hung up the phone and looked over at him.
"What is it?" he asked softly.
"There was...a murder," she whispered, meeting his eyes for a moment, then looking away. "At St. John's University."
He frowned. "And they think it's..."
"Apparently."
Bosco was silent for a moment. "But...why there? I mean, you don't even know anyone there, do you?"
Her frown deepened. "No. Come to think of it...it doesn't really make sense. I mean, if it was Michael, wouldn't he be after me or Laurie? Or at least someone we care about?"
"Maybe it's not him at all. Maybe it's really over, Faith." His voice was soft.
She turned her head to look at him, wanting to believe that was true, but not daring to hope. "I don't know," she whispered. They sat in silence for a moment until it was interupted by her cell phone ringing again. She recognized the number immediately and quickly placed the phone to her ear. "Em?"
There was a pause. "No, this is...Emily's roommate Dana. Hi, Ms. Mitchell."
"Oh, hi, Dana. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm good. Thanks. Can you do me a favor?"
Her eyebrows furrowing, Faith glanced at Bosco sideways. "I can try."
"Well, can you ask Emily if she'll swing by my house and grab my winter jacket? It's getting cold up here and I don't know when I'll get home again."
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand. Emily's not home."
"Yeah, she was going to a party with some of our friends tonight."
Her stomach clenched. "Here in the city?"
"Yeah, at St. John's University."
"Oh, my God." Faith's eyes widened in horror. "I have to go." She hung up the phone, her face completely pale now. Immediately she began to dial her daughter's cell phone number.
"Faith? What is it?"
"Emily! She's here! She was going to a party at the university," she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
His eyes widening, he reached out and laid a hand on her arm as she waited.
No one answered and after a moment, Emily's voice mail picked up. "Emily, it's me. Call me as soon as you get this message!"
Bosco watched her hang up the phone, then quickly pulled out his own. "I'll call the station. We'll find her, Faith. It's gonna be okay."
* * *
October 31, 2005
7:25 P.M.
Emily stared numbly out the windshield of John's car, motionless and somewhat in shock. He glanced at her sideways. "Hey, are you okay?" His voice was very soft.
She blinked but didn't move. "Not really," she whispered.
Biting his lip, he glanced out the driver's side window, then checked the rearview mirror, as if to make sure they weren't being followed. "I'm sorry about your friend."
A tear slipped down her cheek. "Me too."
John let out a breath and rubbed one hand over his face, keeping his gaze focused steadily on the road ahead. "This is my fault," he murmured. "He was after me."
She slowly turned her head to look at him. "He was after both of us," she told him.
He turned to look at her as well, meeting her eyes for a few seconds. "I don't understand. Why would he be after you?"
Drawing in a breath, Emily looked out the windshield. "Because...our moms...are sisters," she whispered.
For a moment, he didn't know how to respond. Then, "What?"
"It's a really long story, but...my mom was given up for adoption when she was a baby and...her real parents were killed. A year ago, this woman showed up out of nowhere and..." She chewed on her lower lip, wiping away the tear from her face. "Said she was my mom's sister. Her name is Laurie Strode."
The breath caught in his throat. "But...that's impossible," he whispered. "My mom died. Michael Myers...killed her."
"No." Emily shook her head. "She faked her own death, John. Your mom's alive. And she's in Manhattan, with my mom. You're my cousin."
John didn't know how to respond to that.
"We have to go there," she murmured. "They'll know what to do."
"The only way to survive our uncle is to keep running," he whispered, his face paler than it had been.
"It's never done your mom any good to do that," Emily pointed out, her voice soft.
Swallowing hard, his hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Manhattan, huh?"
She nodded wordlessly and looked at the sign ahead that said 'Manhattan, 2 miles.' Then she held her breath as he changed lanes and got onto the first exit on the right.
* * *
Train Station
October 31, 2005
7:55 p.m.
"Where are we going, Dad?" Charlie glanced up at his father curiously as they waited for the next train.
"Just on a little trip, Champ." Fred rested a hand on his son's shoulder and glanced around the deserted station.
"Oh." He nodded, looking thoughtful.
Shifting nervously from one foot to the other, he looked at his watch. The next train should be there any minute, unless it was running late, which was always a possiblity in New York City. Sighing, he looked up when he heard the faint sound of footsteps. He turned but saw no one, but he tensed and pulled Charlie a little closer to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He forced a smile, silently cursing Faith for putting them all through this, even though deep down he knew it wasn't really her fault.
Charlie frowned, looking unconvinced, but remaining silent.
The station was eerily silent and still and Fred couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
"Dad?"
He looked down at his son, who was gazing off in the distance. Following his son's gaze, he felt his stomach clench as he found himself staring at a man in a white Halloween mask, and holding a large knife in his right hand. "Listen to me," he said, his voice urgent. "I need you to get out of here, okay?"
"But--"
"No, buts, Chuck, just go. I'll catch up with you. Hurry," he whispered as the man started to move toward them slowly.
Looking hesitant, Charlie started for the stairwell that led to the street.
"Go on!" Fred shouted.
He broke out into a run.
* * *
"Do you wanna stop for coffee or anything?" Gusler asked nervously, glancing sideways at Cruz, who sat in the passenger seat of the police car he was driving.
"No. Just drive. I'll tell you when to stop." Her voice was bored, but firm, take-charge.
"Yeah, okay, I'll just dri--" His eyes widened as a small figure darted out into the road and he slammed on the brakes, throwing both he and Cruz forward until their seatbelts stopped them.
"What the fuck?" Cruz glared at the figure in the road, then opened her door. "What are you doing, kid? Trying to get yourself killed?"
"I need help!" the boy shouted, looking afraid.
"With what?"
"My mom's a cop. Faith Mitchell!"
Gusler glanced at Cruz then slowly got out of the car. "Come on, Son, it's okay. Get in the backseat."
Charlie hurried over and did as Gusler said, quickly shutting the door behind him. "There's a man after my dad," he said urgently. "He's in the sub station!"
Cruz and Gusler exchanged a look. "We'll check it out," Cruz started to say, then stopped when she caught sight of movement at the front of their car. Before she had time to think, she drew her weapon and aimed it. "Don't come any closer."
The masked figure tilted his head a little, staring at her from behind cold, lifeless eyes.
Gusler swallowed hard, his gun drawn as well. "Sarge?"
"Drop the knife," she commanded calmly.
The masked man didn't comply, and instead took a step toward them. Without hesitation, she fired a shot, striking him in the knee, and when he didn't go down, she shot him again, this time in the chest.
The man fell backward onto the ground, the knife clattering to the pavement.
Looking a little dazed, Cruz turned and reached into the car for her police radio. "This is 55-Crime Sergeant. I need backup and a bus at---"
"Sarge!"
She turned just in time to see the knife plunging toward her chest, a shrill scream escaping her lips as the blade sank into her flesh.
Gusler stared in horror as the masked figure discarded her body a moment later, his gaze focusing on him now. He scrambled into the car and threw it into gear, pressing his foot to the gas peddle. "Hold on, Kid!"
Charlie Yokas's face was drained of all color and he held onto the back of Gusler's seat, turning to look out the back window, where the figure stood in the middle of the road staring after them.
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 Across the Universe, 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 Four)
St. John's University
October 31, 2005
7:00 p.m.
"Oh man," Davis muttered as he stood amongst the crowd of law enforcement personnel gathered on the lawn of the science building.
Sully looked at him grimly. "Poor kid."
"No weapon at the scene," a detective mumbled to himself as he passed them.
Davis was silent for a moment. "I think we should call Faith."
"You think her brother did it?"
"I don't know, Sul. It's Halloween and a kid got murdered. They didn't find a knife..."
His partner nodded slightly. "I'll call her."
Letting out a breath, Davis watched him head away. He was just glad Alex was out of town, and far away from the madness. And safe.
***
Manhattan
7:12 P.M.
Bosco watched Faith frown as she answered her cell phone, then saw the color drain from her face.
"Are you sure, Sully?" She swallowed hard, closing her eyes. "Okay. Thanks for letting me know. Yeah, I'll be careful. You too." She hung up the phone and looked over at him.
"What is it?" he asked softly.
"There was...a murder," she whispered, meeting his eyes for a moment, then looking away. "At St. John's University."
He frowned. "And they think it's..."
"Apparently."
Bosco was silent for a moment. "But...why there? I mean, you don't even know anyone there, do you?"
Her frown deepened. "No. Come to think of it...it doesn't really make sense. I mean, if it was Michael, wouldn't he be after me or Laurie? Or at least someone we care about?"
"Maybe it's not him at all. Maybe it's really over, Faith." His voice was soft.
She turned her head to look at him, wanting to believe that was true, but not daring to hope. "I don't know," she whispered. They sat in silence for a moment until it was interupted by her cell phone ringing again. She recognized the number immediately and quickly placed the phone to her ear. "Em?"
There was a pause. "No, this is...Emily's roommate Dana. Hi, Ms. Mitchell."
"Oh, hi, Dana. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm good. Thanks. Can you do me a favor?"
Her eyebrows furrowing, Faith glanced at Bosco sideways. "I can try."
"Well, can you ask Emily if she'll swing by my house and grab my winter jacket? It's getting cold up here and I don't know when I'll get home again."
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand. Emily's not home."
"Yeah, she was going to a party with some of our friends tonight."
Her stomach clenched. "Here in the city?"
"Yeah, at St. John's University."
"Oh, my God." Faith's eyes widened in horror. "I have to go." She hung up the phone, her face completely pale now. Immediately she began to dial her daughter's cell phone number.
"Faith? What is it?"
"Emily! She's here! She was going to a party at the university," she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
His eyes widening, he reached out and laid a hand on her arm as she waited.
No one answered and after a moment, Emily's voice mail picked up. "Emily, it's me. Call me as soon as you get this message!"
Bosco watched her hang up the phone, then quickly pulled out his own. "I'll call the station. We'll find her, Faith. It's gonna be okay."
* * *
October 31, 2005
7:25 P.M.
Emily stared numbly out the windshield of John's car, motionless and somewhat in shock. He glanced at her sideways. "Hey, are you okay?" His voice was very soft.
She blinked but didn't move. "Not really," she whispered.
Biting his lip, he glanced out the driver's side window, then checked the rearview mirror, as if to make sure they weren't being followed. "I'm sorry about your friend."
A tear slipped down her cheek. "Me too."
John let out a breath and rubbed one hand over his face, keeping his gaze focused steadily on the road ahead. "This is my fault," he murmured. "He was after me."
She slowly turned her head to look at him. "He was after both of us," she told him.
He turned to look at her as well, meeting her eyes for a few seconds. "I don't understand. Why would he be after you?"
Drawing in a breath, Emily looked out the windshield. "Because...our moms...are sisters," she whispered.
For a moment, he didn't know how to respond. Then, "What?"
"It's a really long story, but...my mom was given up for adoption when she was a baby and...her real parents were killed. A year ago, this woman showed up out of nowhere and..." She chewed on her lower lip, wiping away the tear from her face. "Said she was my mom's sister. Her name is Laurie Strode."
The breath caught in his throat. "But...that's impossible," he whispered. "My mom died. Michael Myers...killed her."
"No." Emily shook her head. "She faked her own death, John. Your mom's alive. And she's in Manhattan, with my mom. You're my cousin."
John didn't know how to respond to that.
"We have to go there," she murmured. "They'll know what to do."
"The only way to survive our uncle is to keep running," he whispered, his face paler than it had been.
"It's never done your mom any good to do that," Emily pointed out, her voice soft.
Swallowing hard, his hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Manhattan, huh?"
She nodded wordlessly and looked at the sign ahead that said 'Manhattan, 2 miles.' Then she held her breath as he changed lanes and got onto the first exit on the right.
* * *
Train Station
October 31, 2005
7:55 p.m.
"Where are we going, Dad?" Charlie glanced up at his father curiously as they waited for the next train.
"Just on a little trip, Champ." Fred rested a hand on his son's shoulder and glanced around the deserted station.
"Oh." He nodded, looking thoughtful.
Shifting nervously from one foot to the other, he looked at his watch. The next train should be there any minute, unless it was running late, which was always a possiblity in New York City. Sighing, he looked up when he heard the faint sound of footsteps. He turned but saw no one, but he tensed and pulled Charlie a little closer to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He forced a smile, silently cursing Faith for putting them all through this, even though deep down he knew it wasn't really her fault.
Charlie frowned, looking unconvinced, but remaining silent.
The station was eerily silent and still and Fred couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
"Dad?"
He looked down at his son, who was gazing off in the distance. Following his son's gaze, he felt his stomach clench as he found himself staring at a man in a white Halloween mask, and holding a large knife in his right hand. "Listen to me," he said, his voice urgent. "I need you to get out of here, okay?"
"But--"
"No, buts, Chuck, just go. I'll catch up with you. Hurry," he whispered as the man started to move toward them slowly.
Looking hesitant, Charlie started for the stairwell that led to the street.
"Go on!" Fred shouted.
He broke out into a run.
* * *
"Do you wanna stop for coffee or anything?" Gusler asked nervously, glancing sideways at Cruz, who sat in the passenger seat of the police car he was driving.
"No. Just drive. I'll tell you when to stop." Her voice was bored, but firm, take-charge.
"Yeah, okay, I'll just dri--" His eyes widened as a small figure darted out into the road and he slammed on the brakes, throwing both he and Cruz forward until their seatbelts stopped them.
"What the fuck?" Cruz glared at the figure in the road, then opened her door. "What are you doing, kid? Trying to get yourself killed?"
"I need help!" the boy shouted, looking afraid.
"With what?"
"My mom's a cop. Faith Mitchell!"
Gusler glanced at Cruz then slowly got out of the car. "Come on, Son, it's okay. Get in the backseat."
Charlie hurried over and did as Gusler said, quickly shutting the door behind him. "There's a man after my dad," he said urgently. "He's in the sub station!"
Cruz and Gusler exchanged a look. "We'll check it out," Cruz started to say, then stopped when she caught sight of movement at the front of their car. Before she had time to think, she drew her weapon and aimed it. "Don't come any closer."
The masked figure tilted his head a little, staring at her from behind cold, lifeless eyes.
Gusler swallowed hard, his gun drawn as well. "Sarge?"
"Drop the knife," she commanded calmly.
The masked man didn't comply, and instead took a step toward them. Without hesitation, she fired a shot, striking him in the knee, and when he didn't go down, she shot him again, this time in the chest.
The man fell backward onto the ground, the knife clattering to the pavement.
Looking a little dazed, Cruz turned and reached into the car for her police radio. "This is 55-Crime Sergeant. I need backup and a bus at---"
"Sarge!"
She turned just in time to see the knife plunging toward her chest, a shrill scream escaping her lips as the blade sank into her flesh.
Gusler stared in horror as the masked figure discarded her body a moment later, his gaze focusing on him now. He scrambled into the car and threw it into gear, pressing his foot to the gas peddle. "Hold on, Kid!"
Charlie Yokas's face was drained of all color and he held onto the back of Gusler's seat, turning to look out the back window, where the figure stood in the middle of the road staring after them.