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Tina Myers POV

People say that Michael Myers is a soulless monster, a bloodthirsty killing machine. That he kills without a thought or regret. They say that he's determined to kill his entire family but I know that is a vicious and quite honestly, a malicious lie. How do I know this? It's simple, if he was truly driven to murder His remaining family I'd have been dead a long time ago. Who am I? I'm Michael Myers baby sister and my name is Tina Marie Myers.

I supposed I should start at the beginning. I was born to Edith Deborah Margret Myers and her husband Donald Peter Thomas Myers in June 14th. I am the youngest of four children. My siblings names are Judith, Michael and Angel Myers. Unfortunately, my father died before I was born. After which, my mother lived with her alcoholic boyfriend who's name was Ronnie White.

Anyway, when I was a baby Michael murdered our eldest sister Jamie, her boyfriend Steve Haley and our mother's boyfriend/ our step father Ronnie White. They say that he murdered them without a motive. That he is pure 100% evil incarnate. However, that is an outright lie.

Our Step father Ronnie was verbally abusive to Mikey, Angel, myself and our mother. Our sister Jamie wasn't much different. She was always spending time with her two boyfriends instead of watching us like she was supposed too.

"Don't you ever shut up? Stupid little brat! All you know how to do is cry. I wish you'd never been born!" Jamie screamed at me after our mother had left for her job as an exotic dancer. Our older sister hated it when our mom made her babysit us.

She hated the fact that our Mom was supposed to take us trick or treating but left it up to her to do so she could earn some extra cash. Usually as soon as our mom left for work her boyfriends would come over and up to her room they'd go to play a "special game." It wasn't any different that night. Only seconds after our mother had left for her job, our sister's boyfriends showed up.

"Your supposed to take me trick or treating." Mikey said as she kissed her boyfriend Daniel. She scoffed.

"Your 9 take yourself trick or treating. Why don't you take the little crybaby with you! The last thing I want is to hear that little brat cry all night. At least Angel is quiet but that little freak never shuts up." Jamie said pointing at me.

"Don't call her names." Michael said as he approached my playpen. Upon seeing Michael standing above me I smiled up at him happily. Lifting up his clown mask momentarily he leaned down and kissed me on my forehead. Then he turned and walked outside and instantly I began to cry again.

"Awe what's the matter little cutie?" Daniel asked.

"Just ignore her she will stop eventually. All she ever does is cry." Jamie replied rolling her eyes in irritation. However, after ten minutes I still hadn't stopped crying.

"Look, as much as I'd love to stay and you know I would, I have to get going. I have to get to work."

"Do you have to go? We were just starting to have a good time." Jamie whines and Daniel kisses her on her check.

"Unfortunately, my boss needs me to watch the store tonight. Within seconds of Daniel's departure Jamie's other boyfriend Steve Haley arrived. She wasted no time in leading him up to her bedroom. Meanwhile, I continued to cry.

At first, my sister tried to ignore me. She wasn't about to let me ruin her night just because I was crying again for the millionth time today. "Shut up you stupid little brat!" She yelled before slamming her bedroom door. When I didn't stop crying she rushed into my room and raised her hand as if to slap me. "Shut up or so help me I'll really give you something to cry about!" Jamie growled raising her hand up in the air. Just as she was about to slap me her hand was caught mid air.

"Please tell me that you weren't just about to hit your cute baby sister." Steve said with a frown.

"She was a mistake that never should have happened. Mom should have had an abortion instead of giving birth to this freak. All she ever does is pee, poop and cry." Jamie replied causing Steve to laugh.

"What did you expect her to do? She's a baby. That's what babies do. Shouldn't you try and figure out why she's crying?"

"No. If we ignore her long enough the little twerp will stop." Jamie replied. "Now where were we?" She asked returning to kissing Steve. As soon as she closed her door she turned on her radio to try and drown my cries out.

"Jamie, Tina is crying." Michael called to her but she didn't reply.

Michael didn't like that Jamie was in her room doing things she shouldn't do until she was married instead of watching us like she was supposed too. When she didn't come out of her room to check on me Michael sighed in irritation. He'd have to figure out what was wrong and then tell her. Maybe then she'd come out of her room. For some odd reason whenever Michael was around I was strangely comforted and stopped crying for a short periods time.

So when he approached me I stopped crying and smiled up at him. I reached up towards him. When he backed up slightly I started to cry. Mikey sighed. He hated to see me cry.

"Shh. It's ok don't cry." He whispered picking me up out of the crib. He could feel the wetness of my diaper, not to mention smell me and sighed, "Ugh!" He said as he held me away from him slightly. "Gross!" He didn't know how to change a diaper and he shouldn't have too. He wasn't my baby sitter. "Jamie, Tina needs a diaper change." He called to our big sister as he placed me back in my crib.

"So change it!" Jamie yelled through the closed door.

"I don't know how." Michael replied.

"Well that's too bad! I'm busy and I am not about to waste my time on that little brat!"

"I'm going to tell mom."

Within seconds our sister's door flew open and a very angry Steve stepped out of the room in his boxers. "I've had just about enough out of you. It's bad enough that Jamie has to stay home and babysit the three of you when she should be out parting like a normal teenager. Don't you dare ruin our fun by mouthing off to that disgusting women you call a mother." He said grabbing Michael by the throat and shoving him up against the wall.

Michael glared at the boy how dare he say such a thing about his mom. He'd make him regret it but for now he'd let him think that he had won.

My sister was adjusting her shirt as she walked out of her room. "Put him down Steve. He's just a little twerp. Trust me, He's not worth it. Why don't we just return to our fun." She whispered in his ear and he smiled.

"Sure thing babe." He said dropping Michael to the floor. "Why don't you go get comfortable?I'll go check on your baby sister and see why she's still crying." Steve said with a smile.

"I'm sure she's just doing it to get attention."
Jamie replied rolling her eyes.

"Better safe then sorry." Steve replied and she shrugged her shoulders.

As soon as her door closed he turned his attention back to Michael and kicked him in his stomach. "Maybe that will teach you to keep your little mouth shut. Now to see why the little cutie is crying." Michael didn't like the predatory gaze Steve had when looking at me.

"You stay away from her!" He replied blocking the Steve's path to my playpen.

Steve only smirked in reply as he punched Michael in the gut. Michael doubled over in pain and instantly my crying turned into a full blown screams.

"What is wrong with her now? Why is she screaming?" Jamie yelled angrily through her room door.

"Sorry Sweetheart, my bad, I scared the little one by accident. She will be alright in a minute." Then he turned his attention back to Michael. "As for you, I'll do whatever ever I want and there is nothing that a pip-squeak like you can do about it." He replied as he approached my playpen. I began to whimper as I watched Michael collapse on the ground. Steven just laughed as he turned his attention to me. "Awe don't tell me your afraid of me?" He said as he watched me shrink back trying to avoid letting him pick me up. I crawled to the opposite side of the playpen and looked out at Michael.

"Ikey???"

"Come here." Steve replied trying to pick me up but I wiggled out of his grasp and crawled back over to where I could see Michael.

"Ikey???" I called to him but he didn't respond and I looked up at the strange boy tearfully.

Steve sighed in frustration. "You know kid, your wasting my time and it's really starting to get on my nerves. Maybe I should take out my frustrations on your big brother." He said with a sinister smile and chuckle as he started towards Michael once more.

I looked over at Michael then over at Steve and then back towards Michael and then once more towards Steve. I knew I had to stop him from hurting Michael so I crawled to the middle of the crib and lifted my hands up towards him. "Uppy?"

Steve chuckled and easily lifted me up out of the crib and smiled at me. "Now that's a good girl. Who's a little cutie? Who's a little cutie?" He cooed at me. "Awe, the little freak was right. You have a very wet diaper." He said placing me on the changing table.

"Steve what's taking so long?" Jamie whined from her bedroom doorway.

"I'll be there soon babe. Your freak of a brother was right your baby sister does need a diaper change." He called back.

"Why bother she will just need a new one in an hour." Jamie replied with a scoff.

"Jaime how could someone who is as beautiful as you be so cold and unfeeling towards a baby?" Steve replied.

"Fine! I'll be out in a second to deal with the little brat!" Jamie groaned as she wrapped a bathrobe around herself.

"That's ok, I know how to change diapers." Steve replied.

"Are you sure you don't mind?." Jamie asked in concern.

"I wouldn't have offered if I did." Steve replied.

"Stupid little brat ruining our night of fun." Jamie mutters.

Steve chuckled in amusement. "Don't tell me your jealous of your sister."

"Me? Jealous of the little brat? Don't be ridiculous! She's a spoiled rotten, selfish little brat. She's a mistake that should have never been born." Jamie replies with a scoff.

"Jamie what a cruel and heartless thing to say. Crying is the only way she knows how to communicate." I tried to crawl away from Steve while he was distracted but that only resulted in him grabbing me and giving me a hard whack across my behind. My lip began to tremble and I whimpered but he gave me a very stern look. "That was your own fault kid. I wouldn't have had to spank you if you were behaving yourself."

Instantly I began to wail. I had never been spanked before and it hurt. "What's the matter with her now?"

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head over."

"Is that little brat going to spoil the rest of our evening? You came over to spend time with me remember?" Jamie states standing in her doorway in nothing but her undergarments. This caused Steve to cock an eyebrow at her and shake his head in amusement. He chuckled once more.

"I can't believe it. Your actually jealous of your baby sister. She can't stay in a wet diaper Jamie, it'll cause her to get a rash."

"Whatever." Jamie replies with a scoff.

Steve sighed. "Why don't you go get yourself comfortable. I'll be in to continue our fun once I've changed the little one."

While he was distracted I wiggled and tried to crawl away only to be scolded "tisk tisk that's a naughty little kitten." He states smiling wickedly as he swatted my behind once more causing me to whimper. "Your such a sweet little kitten and your all mine. I'd love to have some playtime with you but unfortunately, your sister isn't known for her patience. So I'll just have to make this quick." He whispered as he removed my onsie and diaper. As he cleaned me he gave me kisses all over my body including an area that he shouldn't. "Mmm. Your as sweet as honey. Much sweeter then your sister."

"Steve what's taking so long?..." Jamie whined from her doorway a look of frustration crossed his face and he sighed in irritation.

"Such a good little kitten." He whispered as he replaced my diaper and onsie. "And you taste so sweet." He said with a evil smile. I whimpered and he patted my back and bounced me on his knee to soothe me. Soon he groaned as he looked down at his pants. "You've created quite a problem little one. It's too bad I don't have time for you to fix it. After all, I can't keep your sister waiting."

Meanwhile, Michael had woken back up and had seen Steve "playing" with me. It was then that something inside Michael snapped I could see the pure hatred in his eyes as a snarl curled his lips. I couldn't help but smile. Pretending to still be blacked out he watched as Steve carefully picked me up and held me close as he started carrying me down the stairs.

"What are you doing now?" Jamie fussed at him as she heard him start to head downstairs.

"Getting your sister a bottle to help her get sleepy." He replied.

"What's with giving her all this attention all of a sudden? Why don't you just put her back in her crib and forget about her? I want to play." Jamie whined scowling at me.

At this, Steve started to laugh. "You really are jealous of your baby sister aren't you?"

"No way! I just don't know why you care about her all of a sudden. It's not like you ever cared before when she was crying. So why now?"

"Let's just say your baby sister is good practice. With the way we've been lately I wouldn't be surprised if we were parents by early summer." Steve replied with a mischievous smile.

"Your NOT getting me pregnant! No more s*x unless I know your wearing protection. The last thing I need right now is for us to wind up with a mistake that neither of us want." Jamie replied. As she walked by she glared at me angrily. "Stupid boyfriend attention stealing little brat!" She muttered.

"Don't pay any attention to her. She's just jealous of our new relationship." He cooed bopping my nose with his finger and I giggled. Once he knew that she was back in her room he took me downstairs to grab a bottle to heat up. As he waited for the bottle to be warm enough he bounced me on his knee knowing if he did that too much that I'd need another diaper change which is exactly what he wanted. He liked his "playtime" as he called it and wanted to do it as often as possible. He groaned in pleasure as he made me rub up against him as he bounced me. After a few minutes he sat me on the table and stood up. "Now that I know that we won't be disturbed I think it's time that you fixed the problem you created." Steve said with an evil smile.

I smiled my eyes twinkling in delight as I watched as Michael silently crept up behind Steve. He hit him on the back of the head with a metal baseball bat. Once he fell on the floor he continued to hit him over and over again until he was a bloody mess.

I clapped my hands and giggled happily. Michael picked me up so that I didn't fall off the table and placed me in my high chair. Then he grabbed the bottle off the stove tested it and handed it to me while at the same time he grabbed a very bloody knife off the counter and proceeded upstairs.

A few seconds later, I heard my Jamie scream and then silence. When he came down he turned his attention to me. He raised the knife up. I turned away awaiting the knife that never came.