A Nightmare Reborn: FVJ 02

Kate moved on to the next message:

-"This phone call is in regards to a request for funding through the state grant board. At this time, we are una-"

"My phone messages are more scandalous than this," Chip chuckled as Kate forwarded the machine to the next message:

-"Hello, my name is Matthew Loomis. I'm a criminal psychologist out of New York. I'm calling in regards to the disaster at the Police Station earlier yesterday morning. Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers attacked the officers there, including myself and several other civilians. Please know that officers Sean Renaud and Tessa Alexander are with me at this moment. We are trying to devise a way to capture the two killers before they can move on. I highly recommend you evacuate Springwood as soon as possible..."

"The police are dead?" Chip looked at Kate.

Kate waved her hand at him as though she were swatting a troublesome fly, "Shh!"

"... you can reach us at the following number, 555-4 (static and interference on the line)..."

The message ended and Kate stood back from the desk.

"Holy shit," Chip looked at her.

"I know," Kate said, "This is bigger than we thought."

"Wow."

"Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers both here in my town," Kate smiled broadly as her heart began pounding, "Oh Chip, this could be the big one."

Chip shook his head, "What big one? Those cops are dead, Kate."

"Chip," she stroked his cheek, "You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs."

"Are you high?"

"Yes," she said and smiled at him, "I am feeling very high because my career is about to take off, and those two freaks are my golden tickets."

He looked at her, flabbergasted, "You're the devil."

"What I am," she backed herself into him and rubbed her ass against his crotch, "Is horny right now. Want to celebrate?"

"What?" Chip stuttered, "Right here?"

"No one's here," she rubbed her ass against him slowly, letting the bulge rest between her curves of her buttocks, "And I told you I would reward you."

In the darkness of the silent office, the sound of Kate's rapid breathing and the scent of her elegantly lavender perfume overpowered Chip's sense of right and wrong and appealed to the more base instinct of his sex. She slipped her business jacket off and tossed it aside, her feline eyes resting squarely of Chip.

"Kate," Chip breathed as his cock betrayed him, "This is wrong, okay?"

"Chip..."

"Let's just go get that footage of the refugees, huh? That'll be better than this. This is just exploitation."

"I need you on this Chip..."

"Kate, we need to go and pass this guy's message along. It sounds they know what they're doing. Jason Voorhees isn't the kind of situation you fuck around with, you know?"

Kate nodded, her bottom lip slightly pushed out. She slid her hands over his chest and backed him up slowly until he sat down in one of the vacant cubicle chairs. She pressed against his broad shoulders and backed the chair up until Chip could rest his head against the wall. Kate lifted one of her legs up and over his lap, settling in and letting her sex rest on his rock-hard groin as her skirt rode up. She ran her hands though his dark hair, her slender fingers somehow managing to electrify his scalp and make goosebumps. He swallowed hard as he noticed her stockings.

"Chip, you know I'm always looking out for you, right?" she asked innocently and rubbed her crotch against him.

"Kate please," he closed his eyes and tried to resist.

"You know, you've already helped me break in here," she kissed his nose gently as she became wet through her panties, "You might as well just play ball with me, okay? This is a huge story, Chip. I need you."

"If we get caught..."

"No one is going to care," Kate offered and ran her crimson painted fingernails down his cheeks, neck, over the collar of his shirt and down over his pecs, "You know if things go good for me, they go really good for you."

"I know," Chip managed and found his hands were resting on her hips, his fingers slowly working back towards her ass.

"What do I have to do to make you help me?" Kate asked as she began loosening the buttons of her blouse.

"Oh shit," Chip licked his lips. He knew he was going to lose this battle of wills.

"Chip," Kate tilted her head to one side and undid the first button, spreading her blouse open a little, "I can make this so worth your while."

Kate began playing with the second button as she teased him, her delectation rubbing wetly against his hidden erection. She unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time as she spoke, "We can do anything you want..."

She undid the second button down.

"I'll suck your cock like a dirty slut..."

She undid the third button down.

"I'll let you fuck my tits with that big, fat dick of yours..."

Kate undid the fourth button down and pushed her shirt open slightly, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Chip gasped as she ran her fingernails up under his shirt and over his nipples, tweaking them.

"I'll let you put your dick right in between them and let you fuck them 'til you cum... would you like that?" she smiled and then undid the fifth button.

"Are you kidding?" he whispered.

"... I'll let you fuck my mouth..."

The sixth button came undone, opening her shirt wide and giving him a magnificent view of her milky cleavage.

"...I'll let you fuck my cunt..."

She looked down at his belt buckle and smiled as her fingers began losing it.

"...I'll let you fuck my ass, Chip..."

Chip was ready come, and he knew it would happen soon. He hadn't even gotten his clothes off yet. He fought off the inevitable by trying to recount every baseball game he had ever seen.

And then she let her blouse fall away from her shoulders. Her stomach was flat and yet not overly muscled. Her breasts were contained in a black, lacy bra that made no effort to conceal her large nipples behind anything more than some flimsy tightly knit fishnet fabric. She straightened her arms and was free of the shirt as it fell to the floor.

Chip watched as she let the straps of her bra fall free and then lean back a little, her thighs tightening on his lap for balance. She reached behind her back and un-hooked her bra, letting it slowly come off and reveal her breasts in all their naked glory. They were the color of a fine, milky cream. They hung down under their own weight, and yet as Chip looked, he could not see a single stretch mark. It was as if though they defied the laws of nature and simply existed outside of reality.

Kate guided his hands to her tits and smiled as his rough palms grazed her erect nipples. Chip began massaging them, completely taken by the size of the fleshy orbs now hanging in front of his face. He cupped them and rolled her nipples back and forth between his fingers.

Kate moaned under his touch, "That's nice..."

"You're evil," he whispered as his dick throbbed painfully. With a single fluid motion, she removed his t-shirt and tossed it aside. Kate leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips pressed against his with a firm wetness and he embraced her. Her breasts were heavy on his chest and neck as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and caressed him with a slow, deliberate pace. He ran his hands along the slope of her back and to the beginning of her ass. His fingers slid past the waistband of her skirt and into her panties. Their breathing was becoming rapid and shallow as the intensity of the kiss grew more urgent.

Kate opened his fly and pulled the zipper down with deliberate patience and reserve. The head of his swollen member was poking out from under the waistband of his boxer shorts, purple and throbbing. She gripped the waistband of the boxers and began pulling down, revealing his thick cock inch by inch. She saw a bubble of pre-cum forming at the tip, glistening and inviting.

"If you help me do this... if you help me expose Jason and Michael's involvement," Kate said as she stood up and then positioned herself between his legs as she pulled his pants and boxers off, "I'll polish your dick to a shine."

Chip barely heard her words as she lowered herself between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his long shaft, but nodded anyway. She began stroking him up and down, letting her palm pass over his bulbous head and smear the pre-cum around, creating a wet friction that made Chip gasp. She cupped his balls in the other hand and gently began kneading his testicles together.

"It's a deal," Chip moaned as Kate sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, letting her hot tongue swirl and tease his hypersensitive member. He gripped the chair until his knuckles turned white, his face contorted into a pleasure-induced grimace. She worked her tongue around his shaft in a way that she never had before, somehow managing to deep throat all seven inches of his thick cock in a matter of seconds.

He could feel the orgasm building up, rushing towards the climax. He suddenly felt her index finger slide into his ass and begin stimulating him internally. He moaned and jumped reflexively as she sucked him off. Kate slurped and sucked on his rod, being as loud and as obvious as she could be. She groaned into his cock, letting the vibrations from her larynx jolt him.

Chip smiled, completely lost in the sensations. Was it worth selling out for sex?

As with the many times before now, he found the answer was yes.

***

From the shadows of the mayor's office, not more than fifteen feet away, Michael Myers watched the two strangers begin to have sex. Michael recognized the act. He had seen it many times before, the first time being when he was a little boy. It had been a Halloween night when he spied through the window and saw his sister Judith making love to a boy. The act had enraged Michael on some deep, primal level he hadn't even known existed. It enraged him so much that he took a knife and killed her for it.

Now, as it had then, their moans and exclamations of pleasure only fueled the fire within. The cold flames licked at his soul as he smoldered.

Behind him, piled on the large oak desk were the bodies of the mayor of Springwood and his staff. They were beginning to smell as the afternoon went on, but it troubled Michael no more than looking into their dead, glassy eyes did. When it became clear to Michael that he couldn't find the place where the doctor was hiding, he knew he would have to wait and be patient. Rather than trying to sneak past the blockades and drive aimlessly around Elm Grove searching for the doctor, he decided to wait for his prey to come to him.

Michael looked back at the dead bodies. The women had been in the way when he arrived, and he had to be careful in dispatching them. Only five of them had been in the building, and when he made his move he found that killing them was easier than he thought it would be. One had been in the bathroom relieving her bladder while two huddled by the water cooler. They never saw him coming and died quickly. The fourth was smoking a cigarette by the back door when he arrived, thus she was the first to go. The fifth had been in the mayor's office with mayor. They both screamed, but it made little difference as no one was left alive to assist them. Michael took their lives before they could warn anyone. He had cut the power and locked the doors and then moved the bodies into the office.

He didn't know how, but he knew the doctor would come here soon or at the very least, one of his companions would. He had seen it his dreams. The man with knives had told him that they would come here and that he should wait for them. Michael hated the man with knives, but he hated the doctor even more. And since he had no way of finding of the doctor, he waited.

But these two intruders were complicating his plan. Michael tightened his grip around the handle of his eighteen-inch long carving knife and prepared. They were in the throes of their dirty act and he wanted to make sure he could sneak up on them. Michael breathed slowly and waited as the six bodies behind him leaked blood out across the desk and to the carpet. His black eyes watched with a hateful and cold interest.

***

"Didn't that feel good?" Kate asked as she licked a long, stringy rope of Chip's cum from her bottom lip. She had managed to swallow most of his first load, but some of it had slipped out and oozed down her chin.

"Fuck yes," Chip huffed as he watched her stand up and wiggle out of her bunched up skirt.

"Are you hungry, Chip?" she played with the strings of her panties. Her thighs were tight and firm as she kicked the garment away. She ran her fingers over her pussy and then to the tops of her stockings and smiled.

"Very," Chip breathed as he drank in her curves. He quickly slipped out of his loafers and pulled his socks off as she slowly swayed in front of him, enticing him by pulling at her thin, flimsy black panties. She turned around and gave him a great view of her ass. The g-string allowed him an unbiased view of her perfect buttocks, firm and deliciously round.

"Don't be shy now," Kate tantalized him. She didn't notice the ghostly face watching her from the shadows.

***

Michael slowly opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. He scanned the shadowed office, looking for just the right instrument. He preferred the knife in his hand, but sometimes, if the occasion called for it, he would use something else. Glancing back into the mayor's office, beyond the bloody heap of bodies on the desk was a flag hanging from a pole. Sitting atop this pole was brass point, like a spear tip.

As Kate and Chip cleared off one of the desks in a frenzy, Michael turned and reached out for the flagpole.

***

"Oh my God!" Kate's voice hitched for a moment as she shook her head from side to side and her entire body whip lashed against him. Her inner-sex ejected her juices in a torrent that soaked his balls and the desktop beneath. She kept on humping him, forcing herself to ride his cock as the overwhelming sensations radiating from her sex made her fingers and toes go numb.

She collapsed against him, exhausted from riding him and nuzzled his neck, "Now wasn't that worth it?"

Chip smiled, "Yes..."

And then there was a blinding, blunt pain as Kate pressed down on him hard like she weighed a metric ton. Her sudden move came too quickly for him to react as she smashed him down into the desk. He tried to cry out as his ribs cracked but found he had no air with which to sound off. Kate was gurgling to the side of his face as something hot and wet splashed his neck and shoulders. She was convulsing and shuddering violently, her hands slapping against the table.

And then there was a wet crunch and the sudden flare of agony in his stomach as something sharp and thick pierced his body. Chip uttered a silent, pathetic scream as his inner workings were smashed and parted. It all happened incredibly fast, but the moment seemed eternally damned for him. Blood erupted from his mouth in a single gory spurt as the pole impaled Kate's body to his. He tried to reach behind her and grab the pole but found his strength ebbing. Something hot began eating away at his insides, and in his mind he envisioned his stomach spilling acid everywhere.

A sudden crack of wood followed by a final thrust ended the gruesome act of murder and Chip looked away into the darkness, staying alive just long enough to see the white face of his killer. Black eyes cut into a pale mask looked down on him from above, his judge, jury and executioner. This was his punishment for helping Kate. It had all finally caught up to him.

Chip knew better than this. He had been brought up to be a strong man, not a pussy whipped crook. But this stranger neither cared nor required him to say anything about the matter. Sentence was passed now and Chip slipped away.

'Big trouble,' he thought sporadically as the dark consumed him, 'big...'

***

"Doctor," Tessa said, uncertain as to whether or not she was opening an old wound, "I didn't get a chance to say this earlier, but I am so sorry about your wife, I mean ex wife."

Loomis kept his eyes fixed outside the car. There were people hurrying out of their houses, arms filled with their belongings as they stuffed their mini-vans full and roped furniture to the roofs. He managed a painful smile and said, "As was I."

"Can I ask what happened with you two?"

Loomis laughed, "Of course you can."

"I don't mean to pry or anything-"

"No," he reassured her, "Mary and I simply weren't right for each other. I suppose we were both very committed to our work, but in the end I was obsessed. I can admit that now. For a while our passion for the research and early identification of the homicidal mind was enough to keep us together. It was a common purpose for us in the way building a family is for other people. I'm sure you can appreciate how shared experience in a career can lead to romance with a co-worker?"

Tessa thought of Sean and smiled, "Yes I can."

"Even though we loved each other, I can't say we much liked each other." Loomis went on, "In the end I was so wrapped up in tracking down Michael Myers that she left me for another man. I can't say I totally blame her. I played my part. But that doesn't excuse her indiscretions either."

They drove in silence for a while, turning down side streets and navigating the labyrinth of debris and rubble Springwood had become in 24 hours. Loomis thought of Mary, thought of her as he had last seen her, alone in a jail cell and looking like something more akin to a George Romero zombie movie than his ex-wife. She had looked so sickly and scared. She had even been apologetic. After all the long years of bitterness of stubborn defense of her actions, she had been apologetic. Loomis sighed, "I only wish I had told her how much I missed her... and how I had forgiven her."

"I'm sorry, Matthew," Tessa put a hand over his, resting on the center console and squeezed gently.

"It's done now," Loomis squeezed back and then looked ahead, "Is that the city office?"

Ahead of them the alley opened up on to Main Street and revealed a still untouched row of beige colored offices. Tessa smiled as rain began to pour again, drumming on the windshield and roof loudly. She said, "That's it."

"And you're sure they have the plans of the Old Power Plant?" Loomis asked.

"I don't know about the originals," Tessa said as they slowly exited the alley. She looked and found that Main Street was empty, abandoned and littered with trash. As she turned the car, she said, "But I know the city manager keeps a set of all the current blueprints for every public building in the city limits. Last year, they started talking about demolishing the plant and had a crew go in and map every last inch for the demolitions team. Of course, the plan got held up in the city council and never went forward, but they were left with a set of current schematics."

"Good," the doctor said as Tessa pulled the wheel to one side and swung the cruiser into a perfect parking position directly in front of the office doors, "Because without those plans, we'll be fighting blind."

They got out and walked through the rain as smoke wafted around their feet. Tessa thought it was eerie that she could hear the echoes of her footfalls. Normally the street was so busy you couldn't hear someone talking two feet away. The unnatural silence made her skin crawl as she shivered and zipped up her duty jacket.

Loomis pulled on the darkened glass doors and said, "They're locked."

"That's strange," she peered inside through the doors, "They're closed. No lights are on."

"You got a key?"

"Yeah," she unholstered her gun and switched the safety off.

"Can you do that?" Loomis looked at her with wide eyes.

Tessa fired a round and the glass doors shattered in a loud crescendo. She pointed to the shiny badge on her dark jacket as shards clinked around their boots musically and said, "I'm the police. I can do whatever I want."