Myers- Keri Tate

He continued to release her, and as the last bond was undone, she too fell
from where she was sat to the floor beside Sam. Face down in an almost fetal
posture she lay, and Sam touched the blouse on her raised back. It was warm.

Slowly, he peeled up the blouse. On her back, were multiple cuts – deep
lacerations that sliced through the skin. At first they seemed random, barely
discernible from one another in the mass of dark red wounds. As he looked closer,
however, patterns began to emerge – letters.
First, he made out an “R” – a hard “R” cut only in straight, jagged lines.
Then, he made out an “A”.

He wiped as much of the blood off Elizabeth’s back as possible, and looked
at all the letters in order.
“K – E – R – I T – A – T – E”
“Michael, Michael – you clever boy -”
Sam began to feel senseless exhilaration rushing through him as the weight
of his burden suddenly diminished.

All along Myers had known. That was his reason for visiting Sam, his old
enemy, and in some ways, his old friend; a final game of trick or treat. His only
task now was to find Keri Tate, and that would not be difficult. It would be a task
he would undertake when it suited him, when it made sense in the lurid fantasies
that fueled the dark mists and caused the black petals to blossom.

- Halloween: Sam, Chapter Six