#laurie | threads

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“I would never let anyone touch a hair on your head. You know that, right?” (karen & laurieeee) @bcssbitchs​

laurie strode had been a tormented woman for as long as she could remember. for the life of her, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d known real peace. therefore, she hadn’t been stupid enough to believe that anything would be different here. she hadn’t been stupid enough to think that shoving michael’s body into a chipper would be the end of it. one way or another, michael myers would always haunt her. this place had brought him back... somehow she just knew it. at least... he wasn’t the only person that had come back. “and i’m not going to let anyone touch you again. and i’m sorry i wasn’t there to stop him from killing you, but i swear, karen, he won’t lay a fucking hand on you here.” she promised, desperately hoping that it wasn’t in vain, “where’s allyson? did she end up here too?”

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“ have a drink with me. ”

“gladly,” since she’d killed michael, laurie had kept her distance from the ones she cared about the most. one, if he was going to come back, she was going to be waiting when he managed to dig himself out of the grave she and karen had put him in... to put another bullet into his head. two... if he was going to come back, she wasn’t allowing him near the people she cared about, karen, sidney... judith. they were not going to be added to his long list of victims. she didn’t abandon her post until she was sure... he wasn’t coming back and now... she needed a drink. or ten. she ordered herself a beer... knocking back half of it before she spoke again. “he showed up here, judith. michael. but i killed him. just like i said i would. he’s dead and he’s not coming back. my daughter and i buried him so deep in the ground, he’ll suffocate on dirt and die over and over again before he’ll ever come back out.”

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“ tell me what happened. ”

it was a lot to process on a night like tonight. the fact that she was a mom... to a forty something year old woman wasn’t nearly as strange as the fact that her dead older sister was brought back to life or that michael wouldn’t stay dead no matter how many times she killed him with or without the help and whatever bullshit magic this place was made of. whatever... bring it on you fucked up version of los angeles. “well... i have michael myers’ corpse chained up in the boot of my car that i’m trying to figure out what to do with that will get him out of mine, my sister’s and now apparently your lives once and for all... and now apparently i have a daughter who’s older than i am. it’s been a hell of a night.” she downed the rest of her glass of whiskey before motioning for the bartender to pour her one more. she waited until he was out of earshot before speaking again. “don’t suppose you have any ideas on how to get rid of... your uncle. was kind of leaning towards going on a little boat ride, adding some weights and tossing him into the pacific.” she glanced over at the other. she did... resemble her a lot, she supposed. “wanna help? it’ll be some fucked up mother daughter bonding, sure, but i get this feeling i kind of fucked you up growing up anyway. sorry... if i did. i’ve been kind of... screwed up for awhile.”

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“ no! ”

“oh! so you can speak,” she spat, cocking her shotgun and pointing it straight at him. she was no longer the innocent and scared seventeen year old that he’d nearly killed that night all of those years ago. right now, she was boiling and shaking with rage. rage for her friends and her family that did not include the brother standing in front of her. “then tell me, michael, tell me one good reason why i shouldn’t paint that wall with your brain right now! give me one good reason as to why you killed our sister, killed my friends, why you tried to kill me. why should i ever allow you to walk free?” was it meant as a distraction? to throw her off guard so he could rush her? well it wouldn’t work. not tonight, michael. not tonight. she lowered her gun from his head, down to aim for his left kneecap, shooting before he could react again, the shot ringing out into the night as she hit her target. “go ahead... you want to start speaking? answer my question then. before i fucking finish this once and for all.”

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❝ i love spending time with you. ❞

for the first time, laurie considered herself... lucky. she had her sister that she’d never had the chance to know back in her life again and there was no michael in sight. laurie kept up with the news in case there was a report with his fingerprints all over it, but so far, nothing screamed their dear brothers’ name. in the meantime, laurie got to get to know and spend time with her older sister that she’d forgotten about up until a few years ago. “likewise, i’m really glad that we have the chance to do so.”

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everybody wonders what it would be like to love you 

“oh do they?” she let out a s disbelieving scoff at that. laurie could count the number of people that had shown genuine romantic interest in her in the last five years on one hand. it was of little surprise and she was fine with that. beyond the fact that laurie had always been a shy, tomboyish nerd even before michael myers happened, laurie wasn’t an easy person to get close to, romantically or otherwise. over the years, shy had turned to standoffish and at times intense in the way she pushed herself to work and train harder until she was beyond her breaking point. it put most people off. and the ones that weren’t? eventually left anyway because she kept people at arms’ length and then pushed them a little bit farther away than that. she wasn’t a safe person to be around, not with michael running around town, though... fortunately now, thanks to her, he had no memories. who knew how long that would last though. “i call bullshit on that, but if anyone really does, the short list of the people who attempted to will all say... it’s not easy. i’m not easy to get along with, let alone love.” 

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you need to get some rest.

“i will when you will,” laurie remarked, barely looking up from the taken apart gun in front of her that she was rebuilding. sleep didn’t ever come easy for her anymore and hadn’t brought her comfort in years since she was a teenager. the only thing that brought her comfort was ensuring her weapons were in working order, training at the krav maga place and... preparing. after all, michael wouldn’t be locked up forever. eventually he’d escape. she knew it... she knew it deep inside her. she had to be ready for it. she wouldn’t let herself become a victim for him again. “sleep is for the weak anyway.”

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@ofdifferentminds​ - michael myers

at one time, laurie might have found this setting peaceful. it wasn’t as cold as fall in haddonfield, and the chill that was in the air was taken care of by the warm glows of the campfire in front of her and the woven blanket over her shoulders. people were already starting to drift off all around her after the long afternoon and early evening of hiking, setting up camp... and for some more hiking. laurie however, hadn’t left the campsite after she’d arrived and set up. it could have very well been safe enough in those woods as long as someone stayed on the path... however, the thought of going off alone or even with only one or two others made her feel anxious. 

no.. staying here, surrounded by hundreds of people was the better idea. even still... she knew she wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night. even if she dozed off, her anxiety would inevitably rouse her anyway. it was two days... she’d gone longer without sleep and she knew how to make coffee without electricity. it would be fine. her gun was hidden underneath the pile of yarn at her side as she knitted away... a habit she’d picked up over the years since moving here. it kept her mind calm and her hands busy. she glanced up from the needles in her hand when she felt a shadow, jumping slightly at the sight of a man. letting out a sigh, shaking her head. “shit...” she muttered, her gaze going back to her hands then back up. “you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that. say something as you walk over, take heavier steps, wear a fucking bell or something...” she narrowed her eyes at him as she studied him for a moment. something about him... made her anxious, but she didn’t recognise him. (not without the mask) “sorry, i don’t mean to be rude. i’ve been a little tense since i got here.”

she set her knitting aside, reaching for her cup of coffee and taking a sip before reaching for the kettle. “since it seems i’m not the only one who can’t sleep... would you like some coffee?”