Bones for the Magpie

Part Two : Chapter Five

Lonnie, Tommy, Lindsey, Marion, and Allyson stood beside Lonnie's vehicle, gazing at weapons. Karen was off to the side waiting for them. They each took a weapon and Tommy turned back to the crowd.

"Listen up, everyone," He called, "Lonnie—you, Marion, and Lindsey scout the area near Lampkin Lane. If you see anything, call us and we'll regroup with you. Do not get out of your vehicle, I need everyone on this. If he's there, we need to ambush him. He won't be able to take all of us at once."

The orders were simple and even those who would be separated from the group still had the safety of their vehicle. Tommy watched his friends get in Lindsey's car and drive towards Lampkin Lane—Michael Myers' childhood home. If stepping on that porch forty years ago summoned him once, it'll summon him again Tommy thought.

Lindsey directed the car in the appropriate direction, nerves wracking her body. This is it, she thought, we're finally gonna take down this sonofabitch. She could tell her friends were just as nervous as she was. Lonnie felt guilty leaving his son with Tommy—what if Michael Myers caught up with Tommy's crew and killed his only child? But he'd rather not have Cameron with him, just in case the killer confronted them. Marion could have swore she heard the heartbeats of everyone in the vehicle, but perhaps it was just her own rapid, heavy heart. No one dared to speak, their words were trapped in their throats anyway, they were doing good just to breathe. Soon, Lindsey saw the Myers House appear over the horizon. Her heart sank at the sight. As she pulled up in front of it, she stopped.

"Keep your eyes open." She muttered.

Lonnie happened to glance in the window. That's when he saw it—The Boogeyman. The Magpie Child.

"There!" He shouted.

He could barely see the things wrapped around the man's neck and was filled with rage—the bones of his past and current victims. Who knew whose bones were whose on that thing. Without thinking, Lonnie grabbed his gun and fled out of the vehicle. He had always been quite impulsive, and though they were recommended by their friend to not leave and call for help, Lonnie had a personal score to settle with the monster. He felt, in that moment, Michael couldn't withstand his bullets.

"Lonnie! Come back here!" Lindsey shouted.

Marion, not wanting to leave her friend, hopped out of the car too, Lindsey not long behind her. They knew not to leave the car, but they'd have a higher chance of escaping if the three of them went. Get Lonnie, get out of there, get Tommy. Lindsey recited to herself. The two women entered the building—the lights were all out, there was a heavy scent of blood; someone died here. Recently. Marion had lost sight of Lonnie. She cursed herself—how could she lose someone so fast. The house was dark, but this was no place to lose someone. Much like the car ride, everyone was scared to breathe. Any slight noise might alert the savage brute that lurked in the sea of shadows. He could be anywhere at this point.

Suddenly, Lonnie came crashing through the hallway near the kitchen and staircase. He slammed into the wall, Marion was about to approach but Lindsey grabbed her arm and pointed. A dark figure was holding Lonnie captive—he slammed the man against the wall one last time and held him still in the middle of the hallway. Lonnie's head was angled back as the stranger had his hands digging the back of his neck, his arm twisted as far as it could go to keep him from struggling. Marion held up her gun but she couldn't see the face of his assailant. Lindsey kept her weapon aimed steady at the darkness just past Lonnie's neck. Lonnie could feel bones pressing against his spine, his attacker's heavy breath sending chills up his spine. The Shape's hands were as cold as the grave from damp blood, he watched the two women with intensity, daring them to make a move. He had everything planned from the moment he saw Lonnie leave the van. Marion held her breath, she knew taking a shot would kill her friend, she knew Myers was smarter than to leave vital areas of himself exposed.

Lonnie took matters into his own hands. Risking it all, he stomped Myers' heavy boot—he knew his old sneaker probably didn't do much to the heavy work boot Myers wore—he used his free hand to knock The Shape's arm free of his neck and grabbed the taller man's neck and jaw, squishing the grungy latex mask. He was doing it, he felt proud, the thing that terrorized Haddonfield was now in his hands, for a moment he felt powerful. Until Myers grabbed the back of Lonnie's head. Marion and Lindsey stood frozen, unsure if they should shoot or not. They looked puzzled, what was the monster doing? They expected him to snap Lonnie's neck, or perhaps crush his skull, but he seemed to relish in the moment of his next attack. They heard their friend let out a pained screech as Myers began to shove Lonnie's head into his neck. That's when Lindsey came to the sickening conclusion—Myers was impaling his victim into the multiple bones that rested around his throat.

The man let out another cry, feeling the serrated jagged bones go into his cheek, his gums, and eyes. The women heard the squishing sound of his eyes bursting from the pressure.

"Take the shot, take the shot!" Marion cried.

Lindsey and Marion shot rapid bullets, but Myers had ducked back through the hall, pulling Lonnie free from him and threw him to the ground. He was dead in an instant.