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this is the first chapter of the first part of Halloween: A New Age

• * * It was a pleasant town, a small town: Haddonfield, Illinois; it was a place where everyone was accepted, furs and humans alike. Halloween time was always a pleasurable time for the whole community. All the children would dress up in inexpensive costumes--which would make them, look distantly like the monsters that they desired to be on that very night. Once night fell, the youngsters would almost explode in the extreme anticipation that nagged at them during the day; they would only trick-or-treat for an hour or so before they would loose the energy that they had an abundance of. That day started out for the Myers family like it would for any other family in the small community, but the Myers family weren't quite the most "normal" family. The family was composed of: a attractive mother--whom of which needs to have two jobs to support the family--who would do anything for her family; a disloyal, always pissed off, hateful, and currently crippled boyfriend of the mother's, whom of which was a fur--a gray timber wolf; a seventeen-year-old daughter, who always wore petite clothing that showed off her striking body. But that body was used many, many times already by her past and current boyfriends. There was also a small infant, who always was in his little crib next to his mother; last but not least, there was a ten-year-old boy whom was a nice boy, he would do everything his mother told him, but sooner or later, that would dramatically change. Downstairs in the small house that the dysfunctional family lived in, Deborah Myers--the mother--was frying eggs for the family. Ronnie White--the boyfriend--was sitting in front of the old oak table with a cup of steaming hot coffee in his left paw. His other paw resided in a cast due to a bar fight incident that happened two months prior to this day. A gray, mattered chaos that was the older wolf's head fur would be pushed back over his shoulders. Like the old slob he was, he was wearing a once-white undershirt that had a giant caramel colored stain running across the middle of it. With his dirty shirt, he had an equally dirty pair of gray sweatpants on. "Jesus Christ, Ronnie, you know I have to fuckin' work tonight," Deborah said, flipping the yellow mess of eggs in the cast iron skillet with a spatula. It was obvious that she was pissed off at Ronnie, her long-loved boyfriend that just hated the living hell out of her. "Why can't you just get a job for god's sake? I can barely support you and the kids on the fucking two jobs that I'm already on" "I'm all broken up here, bitch I can't work," Ronnie spat at her, some pieces of egg splattering out of his maw as he spoke and chewed his food at the same time. "And whose fault is that?" At once, Ronnie mumbled something incoherently, making Deborah turn around to face him. "What was that?" "I said: Your fault bitch, you made me this way." Now even more pissed off, Deborah's jaw tightened in rage. "I did not do that! It was you and your little drunk posse." "Fuck you bitch, I know you did this," Knowing that he would win the fight, Ronnie held his left arm up. On it was a grayish-yellow cast that covered the wolf's arm all the way down his forearm, just barely ending at his elbow. "You fucking did this, bitch, and I know that you know that you did," "You're such a fucking child," Deborah spat back before turning back to her sizzling eggs. While she was turning away, footsteps from feet in combat boots were heard thumping down the carpeted steps by the entrance of the dining room/kitchen. The person was Judith--the seventeen-year-old. The young human was wearing a minute, washed out yellow tang top that just barely covered her C-cup breasts; with that, she had on a very little, dumpy denim jeans cut-off that was skin-tight over her curves. Her amber hair flowed over her shoulders but stayed out of the slightly round, but still flawless face she had. With a blank expression on her face, Judith sat down on one of the wooden chairs that were on the opposite side from Ronnie. Standing slightly, Judith reached forward to grab a box of cereal, but Ronnie quickly snatched it away from her. With a disgusted look on her face, Judith said "Mom." Before Deborah could turn back to face the other two, Judith already swiped the cereal box from Ronnie and was already pouring some into a bowl. "Can't you see I'm making eggs over here?" Deborah asked, now getting even more aggravated. "Uh, pass," Judith said, smirking slightly as she poured her cereal into the bowl in front of her. "Uh, since when?" Deborah mocked, placing her hands onto her hips: an obvious sign that she was extremely pissed off. "Since now; eggs are chicken abortions and they're fucking gross." "They are not chicken abortions." "You know what an abortion is," Judith sighed and sat the cardboard cereal box so it was upright again. Ronnie snickered a bit from Judith's little comeback. Deborah shot him an evil glare and he didn't care, but the snickering did stop. Grinding her teeth down to the gum, Deborah said, "Can you go get Michael? It's time for breakfast." "Why do I always have to do it?" Judith wined. "J-just do it!" Deborah snapped. Judith groaned in annoyance and stood up from her place at the table. She quickly threw a smirk at Deborah. "Don't you gimme that look! Go!" Deborah spat back. Like any teen would, Judith rolled her eyes and disappeared up the stairs to Michael's room. Angrily, Deborah turned around to the eggs that she was frying. "Damn, that bitch got herself a nice little dumpler," said Ronnie as he took a small sip from his coffee. "What did you say?" Deborah asked, walking over to Ronnie. A disgusted, and slightly disturbed look was on her face. "You heard me," "No say it again Ronnie! Say it to my face!" "What? You jealous of your own daughter's ass?" Filled with extreme rage toward her un-loving boyfriend, Deborah yelled: "Fucking pig!" as she smacked Ronnie's coffee out of his paw, which was connected to the arm that had the cast on it, causing Ronnie to have an extreme pain in his paw. Judith didn't even flinch as she ran up the stairs. There was another crash and Ronnie could be heard yelling "Fucking whore!" and another crash was heard along with the shrill crying and screaming of the infant that was by Deborah's side in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Michael sat in his poorly lit room, not even flinching from all the yelling occurred on the floor below him. Even though his room was near to being pitch black, the young boy could still see clearly out from the holes in his clown mask. Not a single thought ran through his mind as he sat on his bed. A small squeaking sound was heard from the other side of his room--his rat's cage...Elvis's cage (whom is not an anthro). Standing up from his bed, Michael cocked his head at the squeaking; the boy walked over to the older aluminum cage that stood in the direct sunlight from the window in Michael's room. The boy stood there, staring at the insignificant rat in the cage; it looked back up at him, making the same squeaking noise. "Hello Elvis," Michael cooed sweetly, almost too sweetly. "Hey there's my sweetie-pie," smiling a bit from beneath his mask, Michael opened the top of the cage with his left hand and reached into it with his right; Elvis started to squirm in Michael's stronger hand, but eventually gave up on trying to escape after he was extracted from his cage. "Hey there cutie," Michael said soothingly, kissing the top of Elvis's head through the plastic mask that he was wearing. "Let's go to the bathroom, you look really dirty." Without sparing another second, the boy walked to the bathroom that was located inside his room. Flicking the light switch upward on his left, the smaller bathroom's lights flickered on, emitting a slight buzzing noise from the decrepit light bulb that hung from the low ceiling. The tan paint on the walls was slightly peeling off the walls--it was an old house. "Let's get you over to the sink here," Michael cooed, walking over to the grime covered, metal sink that resided in the back of the bathroom; there's where Elvis normally received his monthly baths from Michael. Dropping Elvis off into the sink, Michael walked back to the door on the opposite side of the room and closed it. With a dead expression on his face underneath the mask he wore, the child strode back to the sink where Elvis was. "Hi sweetie, let's get you clean now," he said, opening the medicine cupboard in front of him; inside was a small, black box that was quite thin. Snatching the box from its place in the cupboard, he quickly opened it, reveling a six-inch medical scalpel knife. Snickering a bit, Michael reached down into the large basin of the sink and grabbed Elvis from his place; this time he wasn't as gentle, Elvis squeaked fearfully as he was yanked out of the basin. "Time for your bath...time for your bath," the psychotic boy chanted as he placed Elvis's neck onto the edge of the sink, the rat's head on the inside of the sink. In a swift motion, Michael raised the scalpel above his head and slammed it down hard onto Elvis's neck, slicing the rat's head off; blood poured into the deep basin along with Elvis's head--if someone dared to look close enough at Elvis's head, the eyes were still darting around the room, their pace slowing with each passing second. "Good boy, Elvis," Michael whispered as he stroked the dead rat's unmoving body. "Good boy," he quickly turned the water on to wash away the blood that Elvis had just spilt and scooped the rat's head out of the sink. Knowing that someone would eventually come up to get him for breakfast, he threw the decapitated Elvis into the toilet that was next to the sink and flushed it, sending the rat away to the sewers. As he moved back to the sink to wash his hands and scalpel, he heard a loud, rapid knock from the other side of his door. "Michael! Stop fingering yourself in there, it's time for breakfast," said a voice--it was Judith. "Get away!" Michael yelled back as he continued to clean up his mess. "Get your ass down stairs and wash your hands you little shit!" "I'm not listening! AHHHHHHHHH!" Now pissed off, Judith slammed her fist onto the bathroom door hard. "Shut the FUCK! up and get your ass downstairs!" was all she said before storming out of Michael's room. Michael's heart rate or breathing pace didn't even accelerate from that little incident with Judith--over the years, he somehow learned how to control his emotions and anxiety--but it really didn't matter much, he needed to get down to breakfast or that old wolf, Ronnie, would beat him again for not obeying Judith; Ronnie couldn't beat him anyway because his strong hand was in a cast. In a record time, he cleaned himself and his bathroom up and ran to the kitchen. As Michael approached the kitchen, he could hear Ronnie speaking about him. "You know that your boy runs around like a little bitch, he needs some serious discipline, that boy." "You leave him alone, don't you touch him," Deborah warned--she was still standing by the stove, but the eggs were gone and the stove was turned off. Before anyone could say anything else, Michael walked through the doorway to the kitchen. "The hell took you so long?" asked Deborah. "Elvis died, I had to flush 'em," Michael said, letting his head hang low. "Aww, I'm sorry sweetie, we'll get you a new one for your birthday," Deborah cooed, walking over to Michael and wrapping him in a light hug. "Thanks mommy." Breaking away from the hug, he could hear Ronnie muttering something underneath his breath that was so quiet that it was incoherent again. Rolling his eyes, Michael walked over to his infant brother and kissed the top of his head through the plastic mask that hid his face from everyone else in the kitchen. "Morning, Boo," "Morning, Boo," Ronnie sneered as Michael sat down next to him at the breakfast table. "Take that damn thing off," he demanded, but all Michael did was cock his head slightly. "You're really starting to annoy me boy, now take the damn mask off!" Before Michael could react, the old wolf snatched the mask off of the boy's face, making the little infant cry again. Finding himself extremely pissed, Michael's upper lip curled a bit back over his teeth. "I hate you!" he yelled. "I hate you too! You see this?!" Ronnie barked at Michael, holding up his arm that had the cast on it, "Once this heals, I'm going to break it again into your fucking face!" "Enough! Let's eat in peace for once!" Deborah yelled, trying to break up the fight. Still pissed at each other, Michael and Ronnie both ate in silence in the brightly lit kitchen, for once that day, the whole family was tranquil.