Michael/Vampire {Part-2}

Escaped patient (Mr. Myers) still blends masked Halloween psychosis with a vampire-intuition and finds-way to Haddonfield-hospital for no jury (trilogy-story, second-part).

Michael Myers characterization with vampire-blend. Thanks for reading (Happy Xmas-in-July), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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Well, it was still Halloween's Eve in the smalltown of Haddonfield; and Dr. Loomis and Officer Stark still scrambled to plot-out the next-move of masked half-psycho, half-vampire Michael Myers, escaped mental patient who pranced around in stolen dead-pan white-mask to wear under his flimsy gray-hat for American Homeland social media jitters-commentary of bloody-murder and immortals-folklore translations. Loomis remained wary of why the escaped patient was apparently some 'super' human of blood-ingestion gossip with post-reading 'intuition-IQ' of things of vampire-campfire jellyfish (Facebook-like).

DR. LOOMIS: That rascal of Hell has found his-way to the Haddonfield med-center!

OFFICER STARK: That's the next-move, doc...salvage this Part-2 of gibberish IQ.

DR. LOOMIS: There's plenty-a mortal thoughts Coronavirus-art in that hospital!

OFFICER STARK: So, Mr. Myers, our half-psycho, half-vampire seeks blood-stores.

DR. LOOMIS: Not a typical Halloween-season ale, eh (hmmm)?

OFFICER STARK: Ever dealt this brand of evil for moonlight, Dr. Loomis?

DR. LOOMIS: This shall scar Haddonfield and any Halloween-vampire cinema.

OFFICER STARK: Selfie-like (for the gods).

Michael was spotted but quite clever for darkness inside the Haddonfield medical-center where he was seen drinking blood and apparently fit-enough to walk-around post-gunshot wounds as if the blood-immortals intuition he 'acquired' during readings while incarcerated himself had afforded him a 'super-human' resilience muscle (pseudo-cannibal, pseudo-devilish!). His blood-count for human being victims was now larger, and Loomis/Stark knew this was an Earthling micro-crusade to find 'cool' stop-loss cleats for things of sanity...and any light.

LOOMIS: Well, at least we've shooed-away this 'vampire' from the hospital, ha!

STARK: Well, it's only 10pm, and there's still room for one more...bad story.

LOOMIS: Happy Halloween...or Samhain...or whatever (damn).

STARK: At least this late-diner stew is restoring our sense of nutrition/strength!

LOOMIS: We may resist drinking tomato-juice, if only for vampire-chase humility.

STARK: Maybe Part-3 of this Haddonfield tragedy of American cleats is fog, doc.

LOOMIS: Maybe (Selfie-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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