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Eventually, her uncle let go of her hand as they stopped on a hill that was far enough away from the neighborhood. They stood little chance of being spotted. The trees were sparser here, their leafless branches dipped almost to the ground underneath a two-inch layer of glittering snow. Dime-sized snowflakes would occasionally spiral down in short bursts from fat gray clouds overhead and, whenever the breeze would rise from a gentle rustling of air to a harsh gust, white mist rose up from the ground and swirled around them like ghosts. Jamie could feel the ice cold wind through the fabric of her coat and her nose was already starting to run. Michael either didn't feel the cold or didn't care; he simply stood in one spot, as still and silent as one of the trees. He cocked his head at Jamie, as if to say I brought you out here, now what?
Jamie suddenly felt nervous. Her uncle seemed to be waiting for her to show him something special. "Um... do you want me to teach you how to make a snowman?"
He tilted his head to the other side, which Jamie decided was a silent affirmative. She dropped down into the snow and started scooping handfuls of it into a small ball, or at least into a vaguely circular shape. She tried to forget about the pair of enigmatic black eyes watching her, focusing more on just having fun in the snow. Once the base of the snowman was finished, she made two more smaller balls. It took several tries before Jamie got the head packed down so that it wouldn't keep sliding off the midsection. Jamie shot a glance at her uncle while during one of these accidental decapitations, and imagined that he looked somewhat amused.
"See?" she said as she wedged a pair of black rocks she'd dug up to represent the snowman's eyes. As she took a step back to survey her handiwork, Jamie had to admit it wasn't the prettiest snowman she'd ever made. Her uncle, however, studied it from every angle, circling it, poking it, and at one point going into one of his pockets of his uniform, pulling out a knife, and plunging it up to the hilt in the snowman's middle. He stepped back from his handiwork, admiring his own personal touch, then looked over at Jamie for her approval.
"Um, yeah, I guess you could do that," said Jamie, a bit unsure. Though he was trying really hard to control his violent impulses, they were still coming out in unexpected ways.Or maybe he just has a weird sense of humor,
Jamie thought, shaking her head.
-Excerpt from "What He Wants" by Little Red Hood-
I am absolutely in love with this story on Fanfiction.net. The writing is amazing, the story is touching, and best of all, Michael Myers manages to stay very in-character while caring for his niece. Though it's not my favorite Halloween fanfic (Stolen Innocence, another Jamie x Michael story of Little Red Hood's, takes the cake on that) it's definitely a read that I'd recommend to everybody. Here's an obligatory link:[link]
Sadly, I didn't get everything word-for-word, and sadly, I decided that poking out the eyes of the snowman was goofier. Michael's 'hmph' isn't supposed to indicate annoyance or anything like that, he's just finally realized what's missing from Jamie's snowman.
There will be one more page to follow this one, featuring Michael's former psychiatrist (now turned stalker) Dr. Samuel Loomis, so stay tuned.
Michael Myers and Jamie Lloyd-Carruthers (c) John Carpenter and co.
Story (c) Little Red Hood.