It's Crystal's sixth birthday, the 20th of May 2007.

Crystal puts on her purple long sleeved shirt and her navy denim overalls. She's really excited for what's to come of her sixth birthday.

She bounds down the stairs with joy but she stops as she hears her parents yelling again, mostly her father though. Her smile turns into a sad frown and then she hears her mother scream and a clank. Her father's hulking figure appears at the end of the stairs a moment later.

Crystal yelps and tries to run away only to be grabbed and dragged down the stairs to the kitchen in tears. She then watches as her father takes out a gun from his pocket and aims it at her head as she hung upside down.

"I'm going to make you watch this little shit die!" her father yells at her mother.

Her mother was on the kitchen floor bruised and crying, blood running from a wound on her forehead. Crystal and her mother lock eyes.

Crystal whimpers and struggles in her father's grip.

"Hold still would you, you little bitch?!" her father drops the gun onto the counter and holds her down against the counter, "Your stupid fucking medical condition has cost us too much damn money!"

Without thinking Crystal grabs the gun and shoots her father in the head. He falls backwards and drops to the floor with a thump. Crystal drops the gun and looks over the edge of the counter to see her father's corpse on the floor, his brain matter splattered on the kitchen window and blood pooling on the floor.

Crystal smiles a little before realising what she'd just done. Crystal wails, Crystal's low glucose alarm wails with her and her mother faints from her injuries.

«†»

An hour later a police officer arrives at the little house after reports of screaming and a gunshot. "Police! Open up!" the officer yells as he bangs on the door.

"Coming!" a voice of a little girl exclaims. The officer hears the pitter patter of little feet come to the door. The door opens to reveal a six-year-old girl with brown hair and brown eyes, she was wearing a purple long sleeved shirt and a pair of navy denim overalls.

"Are you alright sweetheart? What's your name?" the officer asks.

"I'm Crystal and I'm okay. Mommy isn't though," the girl grabs his hand and leads him into the kitchen. He looks on the ground to see a passed-out woman and a dead man who'd been shot in the temple.

"We're going to need an ambulance over here," the officer says into his radio. The girl looks up at the officer and tilts her head. He looks down at her, "What happened here?"

"Daddy was going to kill me in front of mommy. I fought back and he dropped his gun. I grabbed it and shot him," the girl explains nonchalantly. The officer stares down at the girl in fear, "Is mommy going to be okay?" the girl looks back at her mother.

"Yeah... Once the ambulance gets here," the officer sighs and rubs his temples, "D-Do you understand that you just killed your father? Do you have any concept of death?"

Crystal looks back at the corpse of her father then back up to the officer. "He threatened me with it lots of times. He killed our dog as a way to get more money from mommy to gamble and do drugs. He then blames my condition for why we're not that good with money."

"What's your condition exactly?" the officer asks.

"Type one diabetes," Crystal replies, "It's not my fault I got it."

"You're right... It's not your fault kid," the officer looks behind him to see two ambulance officers with a stretcher. "She's there," he points to Crystal's unconscious mother. The two pick up the woman and put her on the stretcher, they walk out again back to their van and drive off.

"Am I going to jail?" Crystal asks.

"Not exactly kid..." the officer grabs her hand and leads her out of the house and into his vehicle.

«†»

"That is a literal child, doctor!"

"We don't want another incident like his. This kid shot her own father and had no reaction to it whatsoever! Isn't that enough proof to keep her locked up?!"

Crystal sways her legs and hums to herself to try and distract her from the voices yelling in the other room. A guard was next to the door guarding it, he was wearing armour and a mask to hide his face.

"How long are they going to yell at each other?" Crystal asks.

The guard looks down at her and shrugs, he then turns away.

Crystal huffs and crosses her arms. It's not my fault he tried to kill me.

The door opens and the police officer steps out. Crystal looks up at him, he simply gives her a sad smile, "Sorry kid..." he turns away and walks off.

Crystal blinks and then the door opens again. A man with grey hair and a grey moustache walks out of the room and straightens his lab coat. He glances down at Crystal and clears his throat. "Hello Crystal I'm Doctor Sartain," he holds his hand out to shake.

Crystal stares at his hand, "So... I'm not going home?"

Sartain recoils and puts his hand in his pocket, "No... I'm sorry but we can't take any risks. We'll see as we go along."

"Am I still going to be able to see my doctor? I can't not see her! I'll die!" Crystal exclaims, "And my medication! And my jellybeans!" her low glucose alarm goes off and she yelps in surprise.

Sartain watches as the girl scans a white disc on her arm with a small device and eats some jellybeans. "You're a diabetic?" he asks.

"Yeah..." Crystal replies.

"We'll be able to figure something out. But for now, we have to get you to your room," Sartain says, "And we'll have to get you some clothes."

"What's wrong with these ones?" Crystal asks, "They have pockets for all my stuff!"

"We'll have to get custom ones," Sartain coughs, "Anyway let's go."

Crystal sighs and jumps off the chair to follow the old man.

Crystal hears nothing but screams of agony as she walks behind the doctor.

They come across a door that was open, there was an old man in there getting his restraints taken off. He lifts his head and locks eyes with the girl. His eyes were a violent blue, deep and mysterious. Crystal quickly looks away and follows behind Sartain again.

"How much farther?" Crystal asks.

Sartain stops at a door and unlocks it, "Here we are." He pushes the door open and shows a small room with a bed and a wardrobe, even a desk and chair.

"I'm a few doors away from that old man..." Crystal whispers.

"What old man?" Sartain asks.

"The one getting the chains off him. Blue eyes, no expression, he looked pretty tall," Crystal replies.

Sartain visibly freezes in place. He shakes his head, "He shouldn't be too much trouble. He keeps to himself usually."

"Okay."

June 20th 2007:

Crystal hums to herself as she writes her insulin dose for the night in her notepad.

She's become accustomed to life in the asylum after only a month, her mother visits every weekend and they talk about what's going on in their lives and how they're both better off without their abuser.

Crystal is snapped out of her train of thought by a metallic clank and a grunt. She opens her door a creak and sees nothing but a dark hallway. She tilts her head and squints her eyes. Crystal steps out into the hallway a little, "Hello?" she calls out.

Her response was heavy footsteps coming towards her.

Crystal grips the insulin pen in her pocket. The person steps into the light and stops to stare down at the girl.

"You're that guy from down the hall," Crystal says.

The man tilts his head. She could see him clearly now. He was at least six foot something, he had a white beard and was bald, he had some muscle on his arms, and his blue eyes were empty and dull.

"What are you doing out of your room?" Crystal asks, "They usually lock it." She looks past him to the door to his room, she could see the outline of the door, it was severely dented.

The man doesn't respond, he simply stares down at her.

"Can't you sleep?" Crystal asks.

Again no response. Crystal notices that his breathing was quite deep... and loud.

She tilts her head and squints her eyes, "Are you a mute?"

The man straightens his head and nods.

"Are you able to communicate some other way?" Crystal asks, "Maybe writing?"

"Oh shit! He's out!" a voice yells.

Crystal panics and she grabs the man's hand. She drags him into her room and she closes the door as quietly as possible. She turns off the light and waits for the people outside to be quiet.

After a minute she turns the light back on and peeks out the door again. "They're gone," she sighs as she closes the door.

Crystal turns around to see the man staring at her notebook. He tilts his head and then looks up at the girl as he feels her stare on him.

"What's your name? Mine's Crystal."

The man grabs the notebook and rips out a blank page, he then grabs a pen and writes on the paper. He hands the page to the girl.

She holds it in front of her and squints her eyes at the messy writing, "Michael?"

The man nods.

"Nice to meet you Michael," Crystal smiles up at him, "You should probably go though. The guards won't be happy. We'll get busted."

Michael nods in understanding and slinks out the door and into the dark hallway.

Crystal looks back down at the note and squints again. "I think I need to teach him how to write..."

June 21st 2007:

Crystal spins around in the sun and giggles. "There's no rain!" she flops onto the concrete ground and stares up at the clouds. The other patients stare at the girl almost in jealousy, she didn't have to be chained up like some animal.

Sartain and the few guards were also staring at the girl. They were surprised she was still all bubbly.

Everyone turns to look over at an approaching figure. The Boogeyman.

Crystal sits up and locks eyes with Michael, he stands patiently as the guards secure him to the concrete block. Crystal stands up and walks over to Michael, she stops at the yellow line.

"Hi Michael," she greets. Michael nods at her in acknowledgement.

"How do you know his name?" Sartain hisses as he approaches the girl. He grabs Crystal's arm and drags her behind him. Michael watches with a glare and struggles in his chains.

"Hey! What gives!?" Crystal struggles in Sartain's grip.

The guard dogs bark and the handlers hold them back. Michael yanks on his chains some more as Sartain disappears with the little girl into the building.

"You shouldn't be around him. He is the very definition of evil," Sartain explains as he shoves the girl through the door to his office.

"Well if he's so evil, why didn't he kill me last night, huh?!" Crystal yells, there were tears streaming down her face.

Sartain growls, "HE WHAT?!"

"He broke out last night and we introduced ourselves like civilised people," Crystal shrugs and wipes her tears away.

Sartain stays silent.

Crystal sighs, "I don't like being grabbed and dragged around by the way."

"I'm sorry. You did mention that. And a whole list of other things you don't like," Sartain gives the young girl an apologetic look.

"If you knew, why'd you do it?" Crystal crosses her arms and glares at the doctor.

Sartain sighs, "I just didn't want him to hurt you..."

A guard runs into the room, "Michael's gone nuts."

"In what way?" Sartain asks.

"When you dragged that kid away, he started to pull on his chains. You better bring her back before he breaks out and finds her himself."

Crystal gives the two men a confused look, "We literally just met yesterday!"

"Maybe so but it's unusual for him to care about anyone. I'll need to run some tests..." Sartain thinks to himself.

August 1st 2007:

Crystal sits with her legs swaying as Michael sits across from her with his arms crossed, he was as still as a statue. "How much longer do we have to do this for?" Crystal whispers.

Michael shrugs and looks at the door to where there were two guards standing outside. He grumbles something incoherent and looks at his hands on the table.

Crystal sighs and crosses her arms; "I'm going to have a nap. This is as boring as usual," she yawns. She lays her head on her arms and closes her eyes.

Michael nods and looks back to the door. He looks back at the girl again asleep on the table and tilts his head.

He didn't understand why he couldn't kill her. He couldn't understand why she even liked him. Other people see him as nothing but a monster but she... she just saw some old man.

Doctor Sartain insisted that the two be brought into a room together at least once a week to try and get a reaction out of Michael. It obviously wasn't working. Crystal would talk her head off about the strangest of things and Michael would just listen. Lately even the little girl was getting tired of the "testing" as Sartain called it. Michael was surprised she could even hold on for as long as she had.

«†»

It was Halloween night 1963.

She should've taken him trick or treating instead of fucking her boyfriend.

Michael stands over the dead body of his sister and feels content. He sighs and then looks down at the bloodied knife in his hand, he tilts it to see his eyes in the reflection. He hears a car pull up and he peeks out the window to see his parents' car.

Michael walks down the stairs and stops at the front door. What would his parents think? Their quiet six-year-old. A murderer?

He opens the door anyway and walks down the path and stops in front of the car.

"Michael?!" his father steps back from his son. Michael's mother looks up from her purse and gasps.

Michael's father takes the clown mask off to see Michael, expressionless, shed a single tear, a tear of regret.

«†»

Michael jolts awake from the memory and grumbles. How could he fall asleep? He shakes his head and grabs it. He looks over to see Crystal staring at him. He tilts his head; she tilts hers in response.

"You okay Michael?" she asks.

Michael blinks and looks around for a clock for an indication of time. There was none.

"You seem a bit freaked out," Crystal leans across the table and puts her hands on his bigger ones, "Calm down Mikey."

He looks own at Crystal's small hands and calms down a little. He tilts his head. Did she just give him a nickname?

"Cabin fever?" Crystal asks.

Michael nods with a sigh.

"How long have you been in here? It's kinda odd for old people to be crazy or kill people," Crystal leans away and makes jazz hands.

Michael raises an eyebrow and gestures to himself as if to say: 'You're talking to THE Michael Myers'.

Crystal tilts her head and shakes it in confusion.

Michael growls and smacks the table, angry at his lack of communication options. Crystal flinches and takes out an insulin pen, "Don't make me stab you."

Michael looks down at the small item and almost scoffs as he rolls his eyes.

"I overdose you and you go into a coma," Crystal says she narrows her eyes and juts the needle forward.

Michael gives the girl a look of concern. What's her deal?

"I'm supposed to have this on me. Along with jellybeans and even this," she pulls out a notepad and pen, "I use it to write down things I've eaten and times I've gone low or injected."

Michael raises an eyebrow and glances down at the notepad.

"Mind talking to me?" Crystal asks, "Explain why you're here." She passes the items across the table to the mute killer.

He eyes the items curiously then picks up the pen. Crystal nods at Michael and puts away her insulin. He opens the notepad and clicks the pen. He pauses for a moment and starts to write.

He hands the notepad back to Crystal and she starts to read his terrible handwriting.

"I was your age when I killed my older sister. She didn't take me out trick or treating because she was fucking with her boyfriend.

That was her last mistake.

I grabbed my clown mask and a knife from the kitchen. I marched up the stairs and stabbed her to death in her room. I then got sent here for about fifteen years with the worst doctor ever. I broke out and killed at least twelve other people before being sent back to this place again.

And don't call me "old" kid, I could snap you like a twig."

"But you are old Mike," Crystal gives him a look. He grumbles and turns away. "Your reason for killing your sister wasn't as bad as mine."

Michael cocks an eyebrow and faces the girl again.

"It was my birthday back in May. I was excited for the day, turning six! And then I heard my parents arguing downstairs. My dad appeared below the staircase and dragged me down into the kitchen. My mother was there on the floor, she was hurt really bad. Dad grabbed a gun out of his back pocket and threatened to kill me in front of my mother. I struggled in his grip and he dropped the gun to hold me down. I grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger. I actually shot him right in the temple. He had hurt us for so long and I finally got rid of him. But now I'm stuck here..."

Michael processes what the little girl just told him and blinks. "What the fuck?" he mutters.

Crystal looks up at him and her jaw drops, "You spoke!"

Michael coughs and hits his chest.

Doctor Sartain enters the room and orders the guards take him to the medical bay.

"What did he say?" Sartain asks.

"I actually don't know..." Crystal replies.

September 20th 2007:

Crystal sings as she skips around the halls, her brown hair bouncing as she happily wanders around. Her olive skin bright and her dark brown eyes sparkly. Crystal eventually stops as she comes across Michael's room, the door had been replaced with a heavier duty one. Crystal then wonders how he even broke out before in June, let alone 1978.

"Hello Crystal~"

She turns around to see the "creepy guard". She called him that because he always finds an excuse to be around her and he talks all creepy to her.

"What do you want?" Crystal asks.

"Oh nothing much princess~"

"Don't call me princess," she starts to walk off.

"Hey! What's your deal?" he grabs her harshly.

"Let me go!" Crystal struggles in his grasp.

"Oh no princess. We're going to play a little game. Don't you like games?"

Crystal starts to hyperventilate.

"We'll play a nice game of hide and seek. We'll hide and the others will never find us~"

Crystal takes a sharp intake of breath and struggles some more, "MICHAEL!" she yells.

"What? Do you think that freak will save you?" the guard picks her up by the arms and smirks down at her, "Don't you want to have fun?"

An object hits his shoulder and he drops the girl.

"What the?" the guard turns around to find an angry Michael Myers with a broken chair leg in his hand. Michael swings the leg like a club at the guard's head but misses. "This is Fredrick asking for backup!" he yells into a walkie-talkie as he dodges Michael's attacks. He grabs out a knife from his pocket and slashes it at Michael's face. Michael drops the leg and clutches his left eye with a grunt of pain.

"Michael!" Crystal calls.

The guard clutches his shoulder and glares at the girl. "You little shit!" he reaches for her and she tries to crawl away only for her low glucose alarm to go off.

The guard's skull is then cracked open by Michael using his free hand to send the table leg down on his head. Some other guards run into the room to find the three there.

"What's happened here?" Sartain pushes through the wall of guards and gasps as he sees Crystal crying while eating jellybeans, Michael clutching his face while holding the broken table leg and the guard on the ground with his head split open.

"A-Are you okay Michael?" Crystal walks over to Michael and cautiously grabs his arm. He uncovers his face and looks down at her. "Your eye!" He looks up at the guards and Doctor Sartain. He notices his vision wasn't as good as before and makes a confused expression. "H-He got your eye Mike." He clutches his hand over his eye again and drops the table leg with a hiss. "He needs help!" Crystal yelps as her alarm goes off again.

"You're going to tell me exactly what happened," Sartain says.

"Help him first!" Crystal points to Michael. He waves her off and grumbles. "You're blinded and hurt Michael! No excuses!"

Michael sighs and allows the guards to take him to the medical bay.

September 21st 2007:

Crystal swings her legs as she eats her food. The cafeteria was empty as the other patients were not permitted to be near her, for some reason they didn't like the young girl.

"How are you doing Crystal?" Doctor Sartain asks as he sits next to the girl.

"Good..." she puts her fork on her empty plate and turns to Sartain, "How's Michael?"

Sartain clears his throat and looks away briefly.

"Is he okay?"

He looks back down at her, "I guess you could see for yourself. It's nearly his turn to eat."

The doors open to reveal Michael being led into the room by a few guards. His head was low. "He doesn't look happy..." Crystal whispers.

Michael is placed into a chair and has a plate of food placed in front of him. He stares at the plate and the plastic utensils. Crystal stands up and walks over to The Shape.

"Hey where are you going?" Sartain stands up and tries to grab the girl only for her to hold up her knife from lunch with a glare. Sartain questions why she would think that a plastic knife would do anything but pushes it off as her trying to protect herself.

"To see if he's okay," Crystal replies. She puts the knife away and continues to walk over to Michael. She pulls out a chair and sits across from Michael. "Hi Mikey."

Michael looks up and squints his eye at her. His damaged eye was under an eyepatch of gauze, it was bloodstained. Crystal gasps at his appearance. "You okay?" she asks.

Michael continues to stare.

"You need to eat something Michael."

He looks down at his food and grumbles.

"Hey Doc what's wrong with him?" one of the guards asks.

"I'm not too sure. I can't read him," Sartain stands next to Crystal, "What's the matter Michael?"

Michael stands up and slams his hands on the table. He swipes the tray of food off the table and the guards try to detain him as he tries to reach the doctor to strangle him.

"Michael calm down!" Sartain exclaims.

This only angers The Shape more.

Crystal takes out her insulin pen and her spare needle. She screws the needle onto the pen and dials up a high dose. She jumps onto the table and jams the needle into Michael's neck, she then injects him with the insulin. His arm reaches up and he grabs the pen, he yanks it out and snaps it in half. He then turns around and glares at the girl. She counts down on her fingers and Michael finds himself getting sleepy. Michael tries to stay awake but he was getting tired. He slumps forward in the arms of the guards and doesn't move.

"What did you just do?" one of the guards asks Crystal.

"Overdosed him with insulin. He'll wake up in a little while," Crystal replies, "I only did it to knock him out."

"You can't just waste your insulin like that!" Sartain yells.

"Did you want him to kill you?!" Crystal yells back, "A 'thank you' would be nice!" She stamps her foot on the table and crosses her arms.

"Thanks kid... You've just made our job easier," a guard says.

"You're welcome," Crystal smiles. She hops off the table and walks out of the room, "I'm going to my cell for a nap!"

«†»

Crystal yawns and stretches. She rubs her eyes and looks around. She yelps as she spots Michael sitting at her desk. He turns his head and looks at her. "What are you doing here Michael?"

Michael holds up a notepad of his own: "You knocked me out kid" was written on it.

"You were about to attack Doctor Sartain," Crystal says.

Michael narrows his eyes then hisses and clutches his covered eye.

"You okay?" Crystal stands up and lightly grabs his arm, "L-Let me see."

Michael hesitantly uncovers his bandaged eye. The gauze was dark red and the blood was seeping through the bandages.

"This could get infected," Crystal says.

Michael writes in his notepad and holds it up: "They don't want to fix me up. They think I'll lash out again."

"I'll fix you."

Michael writes on the notepad and shows her: "I'd like to see you try kid."

Crystal grabs his hand and leads him outside of her cell. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere right now?" she asks Michael.

He nods.

"I'm no snitch Mikey," Crystal checks around the hallway and spots the door to the medical bay. She drags Michael behind her and she shoves him through the door.

"Sit," Crystal says. Michael sits on the bed and watches as Crystal searches through the cabinets for bandages and disinfectant.

"Found it," Crystal grabs a chair and stands on it. Michael looks at her to see that she had put on a lab coat that was too big for her and a pair of gloves, he thought she looked cute.

"Hold still Mikey," Crystal carefully peels off the old bandages to reveal Michael's slashed face and blinded eye. "That looks bad," she carefully touches around the area and Michael hisses in pain. "Sorry... It's infected already..." Crystal reaches over to the wheelie table and gets a cotton ball and the disinfectant. She tries to open the bottle of disinfectant only to huff in defeat. Michael grabs the bottle and opens it for her. "Thanks."

Crystal puts a few drops of disinfectant on the cotton ball and closes the bottle. "I'm sorry if this hurts..." she starts to clean the area making sure she got nothing in his eye. Michael simply grips the bed and tries not to flinch. THE Michael Myers in pain? He didn't think it was possible.

Crystal then surveys the wound again and pinches the sides together. "You don't need stitches... But you need the bandages changed often to prevent infection."

Crystal grabs some bandages and another cotton ball. She places the cotton ball over Michael's eye and tapes it in place, then puts bandages over it and secures it with another bit of tape. "Is that better?" Crystal steps down from the chair and puts the medical stuff away.

Michael reaches up to his face and looks at the mirror on the wall. He looks back down at Crystal who had taken off the lab coat and he nods.

"Yay!" she claps and spins with a huge grin. She grabs his hand again and opens the door to the empty hallway. Crystal leads Michael through the Sanitorium to the outside area and lets go of his hand. Michael looks up at the sky and then looks around to see the courtyard was all empty.

"Can you run?" Crystal asks.

Michael looks down at Crystal and shakes his head.

"Aww okay... I wanted to play chasey... I don't like playing with the guards... They don't like me... or they like me too much..." Crystal says. "I don't understand... What did I do wrong?" she starts to cry.

Michael didn't like seeing her sad. Michael didn't even know he was capable of feeling... feelings.

"Nothing."

Crystal looks up at Michael and he crouches down. Crystal looks at him with confusion. Michael opens up his arms slightly and tilts his head. Crystal steps closer to him and he wraps his arms around her. Crystal starts to cry harder into his shoulder and he picks her up.

"I want to go home. I-I didn't ask for this..." she wraps her arms around Michael's neck. "I only asked that me and my mommy be rid of him. I only wanted a happier life for us. I didn't want to be stuck here with creepy guards and a terrible doctor."

Michael huffs and frowns. Poor kid.

"Michael!" he turns around to spot Doctor Sartain and some guards.

Michael protectively holds Crystal away from them as she continues to cry.

"What are you two doing?" Sartain asks.

"Leave us alone!" Crystal yells.

Sartain notices Michael's protectiveness over the girl... and his new bandage. "Who fixed you up Michael?"

Michael nods his head at Crystal and holds her tighter with a growl.

"She isn't a licensed professional! You were supposed to-"

"SHUT UP!" Crystal pulls away from Michael and faces Sartain, "You don't care about us! You didn't want to fix his bandages and his eye got infected! And you refuse to let me go home! I've done nothing wrong!"

Michael gives the doctor a glare and pushes past him and the guards.

"Where are you going?!" Sartain walks behind them.

"Away from you!" Crystal throws her plastic knife at him to try and scare him.

Sartain stops in his tracks and watches as the two disappear into the building, the plastic knife gets picked up by the wind and blows away.

«†»

Crystal sighs and grips Michael's arm tighter. She had fallen asleep holding onto him. Michael thought it was cute but at the same time he was having an existential crisis. Why did he care for some kid? Why did she care about him? Why did she know how to patch up wounds? What other horrors has she gone through?

"There you are!" Sartain enters the room and Michael shushes him and points to Crystal. "Oh sorry..."

Crystal mumbles in her sleep and snuggles up closer to Michael.

"Looks like you two are quite the pair..." Sartain sits on the chair at Crystal's desk.

Michael glares at him.

"She's leaving on her seventh birthday," Sartain says, "She hasn't shown any signs of future killing. Though she has been... Uhm... A little violent, yet with good intentions. I was going to tell her... but it seems that she's asleep."

Michael tilts his head.

"I just thought you'd like to know. And by the way her birthday is May 20th. You've got about eight months left." Sartain stands up and leaves the room.

Michael glares at the doctor then looks down at Crystal clinging to his arm with a sigh.

He was going to miss her that's for sure. She decided to give him some form of companionship that made his murderous nature almost fade away... almost. She was a little angel who didn't deserve all the pain she suffered.

May 20th 2008:

"Happy Birthday sweetie!" Crystal's mom exclaims.

"Mommy!" Crystal runs up to her mother and hugs her.

Doctor Sartain smiles and sighs, "She's all good Emma. My best patient."

"Thank you Doc," Crystal's mother says.

"Wait a minute ladies. Someone else has to say goodbye."

"Who?"

Michael walks into the room with two guards at his sides.

"Is that The Shape of Haddonfield?" Crystal's mother asks with panic and clutches her daughter closer to her protectively. The little girl squirms out of her mother's hold and runs over to the slasher.

"Mikey!" Crystal grins and hugs his legs, "You made it!"

Michael looks down at her and ruffles her hair.

"Wait... What's going on?" Crystal's mother asks.

"They're friends," Doctor Sartain says simply. Crystal's mother looks at Doctor Sartain as if he was insane.

Michael takes something out of his pocket and hands it to Crystal. "Where'd you get this?" Crystal holds the silver ring with a little diamond heart in her hand and looks up at Michael.

He doesn't respond.

"Thank you anyway Mikey," Crystal hugs him again, "I'll try to visit."

«†»

She didn't visit.

She got sent to another psychologist to erase any and all memories of her friendship she had with Michael. Doctor Sartain was the only one who was aware of this. He didn't have the heart to tell Michael.

Michael eventually lost hope that his little angel would return. And so, he returned to being an emotionless mute, waiting to wreak havoc in Haddonfield once more.

Ten years will pass before this opportunity arises for him.