Today is The Day. (short Fan Fic)

Oct 30th, 2018.

Tonight, Michael Myers gets moved to Glass Hill as the Law requires. Smith’s Groove has proven ineffective in helping the patient to recover in even the slightest, most common ways we physicians would hope our abilities would prove.

As if moving him to such a medievalist torture facility would help him.

Michael has been under my care for years since Dr. Samuel Loomis, his former psychiatrist was removed from the case after the incidents on October 30th and 31st, 1978. His escape from here and the eventual murders he committed on those 2 days and nights, and the violent and murderous response by Dr. Loomis against his former patient prompted the board to open an investigation that got him expelled from his functions as Doctor almost two years after Michael’s escape from this institution’s custody.

Dr. Loomis was blamed for everything, of course. I do believe it’s unfair to do so today (as it was back then) as I can state for myself, as Michael’s personal and only Doctor, that the patient leaves nothing to work with quite soon after you meet him and Dr. Loomis was very scarce on ne insights after his 7th year treating the patient.
He gives no response at all to any type of stimulus and he hasn’t spoken a single word since he murdered his sister when he was barely 6 years of age.

It’s been 40 years tonight since his escape (he was 21 years old at the time) from this place and nothing has changed since then except for an escalation in fear on part of the government, police and this hospital’s crew.

Physically he is in perfect shape. He can speak but chooses not to. He’s never seen anyone eye to eye directly an when he does crosses his eyesight over you his one remaining pupil appears to look through you as if you were not here. The same way you pay attention to a speck of dust flying by the corner of your eye.

Dr. Loomis obsessed over this point and kept stating that Michael had once seen him directly, just one time, eye to eye and that since that day he understood that Michael Myers was nothing but an empty shell. A carcass inhabited by something else… something entirely evil that needed to be contained at the very least but ideally destroyed. Utterly. The only reason he didn’t do the latter is because he was very respectful of the law, proven to the end of his days as he was always was open to assist the police and anyone on this case even when he always rambled about Michael needing to be “disposed of” in the end.

It’s a shame to me that he is removed from my care. For 40 years the labeled “most dangerous criminal” has been nothing out of exemplary and the only trouble coming from him is the way the other inmates get “riled” when in his presence. Some even appear to worship him which only add to the mystery as none can explain why.

Docile is the right word I would use myself.

It’s a shame to me as a Doctor to accept failure on this most interesting case. Michael Myers invites obsession over his psychological background previous to him murdering his sister at 6 as there is no real background to explore. His life previous to that night is that of the most average, everyday little boy with a beautiful loving family including a working father and mother and his sister Judith whose only fault was, according to their parents, spending time “upstairs” with her boyfriend instead of taking young Michael out for trick of treating on Halloween night.

There is nothing in his past that explains how a perfectly normal child of 6 can suddenly turn murderous and immediately catatonic for the rest of his existence until the 1978 events happened, proving the warnings Dr. Loomis gave to the board of directives about his “catatonic” state being just an “act” and that “It” as the good Doctor insisted in calling the patient, where in fact correct and that he was just waiting patiently for the right opportunity to escape and resume where he left off.

The Way Dr. Loomis “candidly” referred to the patient for years prompted the most absurd nicknames for Michael including the one that stuck on him by the papers and the mind of the public: “The Boogie Man” (that came out of a comment for the papers on the last words between the surviving victim and the Doctor before she was taken to the hospital), but it’s the one that her, Laurie Strode, the girl who survived Michael’s final attack before he was apprehended (thanks to the highly questionable method of shooting 6 times to the chest used by Dr. Loomis), used that intrigued me the most. Miss Strode called him “The Shape”.

According to Myth that is the word used to refer to a demon or aggressive spirit as it was believed that using their real named empowered them. Really curious.

I can continue rambling over the facts I’ve been rambling about for more than 30 odd years since I got the patient under my care but it’s all me just trying to find a justification to keep him here, under my care instead of that hell-pit the government is decided to throw him in. I truly believe we can still reach him and that we are missing on a crucial opportunity of learning what drives such psychotic intent and even stop psychotics like Michael Myers from ever becoming the monsters society fears so much and with good reason.

I must accept that I am more than a little jealous of Dr. Loomis personally as he is the only Doctor to have witnessed Michael’s behavior on the open field. He was not too helpful after that Halloween night in 78 and refused cooperation with any other Doctors regarding the ideal of treating Michael towards recovery or even to keep studying him for future reference and instead urging everyone about how “It’ should be terminated while being sedated so he could and I quote: “have his ear upon his chest to check his vitals no longer function and then immediately incinerate the body”

This is a human being. Not a rabid animal. We all came to the conclusion that Dr. Samuel Loomis lost it himself. It could never be proven in court of course, but my colleagues agree that after the night of 1978 something broke in Loomis’s mind… but getting back to the point, what really bothers me is that yesterday a couple of young journalists came to an appointed meeting to meet the patient and they, out of all the people that have come close to him in the past, where the ones to get a response, albeit a minimal one, by showing Michael the mask he used on Halloween night on 78. Michael couldn’t see it but… he “felt” it. This reaction initiated the most violent screaming outbreak from the rest of the inmates on the patio at the time and we needed sedatives administered to all of them to get them back to their rooms.

All but Michael, who resumed his calm, quiet and docile behavior.

But that one response gives me a glitter of hope that we CAN reach him! We CAN prompt the mind of this patient into action and we can then probe it. The World needs to have the labyrinth of Michael Myers Mind solved to prevent psychotics like him from being created within society’s womb. We NEED to save this world from this illness and I truly believe today, more than never, that in order to do so we need to confront Michael with his would be victim Laurie Strode. This of course won’t be allowed neither by the board, neither by the government officials keeping an eye on this case nor by, I presume, Mrs. Strode herself as she has been very vocal in the past about her wanting to be left alone and as far from anything regarding this most traumatic episode in her life.

I fully understand her motives of course but… I wonder.

As the only person in charge of the patient for the last years since Dr. Loomis “Removal” from the case, I have been requested to travel in the security transport carrying Michael to his final destination in Glass Hill and make sure he is treated in the correct manner and stored safely in his new “home”.

I will of course proceed with my duties as requested, even when I must force myself to let go of the possibility of finding answers just now… right after finally getting a response from him since I started my studies in Graduate School. My God, it’s been a Long Time.

So close to finally unlocking this door. Just SO close…

I wonder.

-R. Sartain.