Closure

A teenager opens up to his best friend about the events that occurred in his past which caused him to end up where he was. After, he is attacked and decides to settle the score with his past along with help from his friend. Enjoy!

Billy Thompson sat with his good friend, Jake Michaels, who was about a year and a half younger than him, at a dining table in a restaurant, a few days before Halloween. As they sat together talking, Billy revealed some things about his life Jake did not expect.

“I’m not who you think I am,” he said.

“Okay, who are you?” Jake asked.

“My name isn’t Billy Thompson,” Billy continued.

“Oooh, what is it?”

“John Tate,” Billy replied. “I changed my name before I went into hiding.”

“That’s like the Witness Protection Program or something,” Jake said. “What did you do, rat out the mob or something?”

John laughed before continuing. “My brother killed my sister, when she was 17.”

“That’s horrible,” breathed Jake. “How did he do that?”

“With a really big sharp kitchen knife,” John replied. “They locked him up for a long time, but he got out and he came after me, but I got away. But he killed a lot of my friends and family to get at me. It happened-”

“On Halloween,” Jake said.

“You’ve heard the story,” John said.

“Who hasn’t?” Jake asked. “Michael Loomis. It was like five years ago, wasn’t it?”

“2007,” John replied.

“And that boy...What happened to the brother, he died right?” Jake asked.

“No,” John said, shaking his head. “No, he faked his death. And now he’s a student at a very posh, private school in Wichita Kansas, and plans to become a prosecutor after college.”

“What?” Jake asked.

“Hoping and praying every year, that his brother won’t find him,” John finished. Jake sat staring at John with a look of shock on his face before he continued talking.

“So, you’ve been living with this for five years?” he asked.

John nodded. “Something like that.”

“Well, Billy, I mean John, you don’t think that after all this time, he’d still be coming after you, do you?”

John waited a few seconds before replying. “He sat in a sanitarium for 15 years waiting for me. And then one rainy night, he decides to go trick-or-treating.”

“How old were you?”

“I was 13. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but I had to stay silent for my protection. Let’s get out of here.” John and Jake paid for their food and then exited the restaurant. They walked up some stairs and ended up outside.

“Need a cab?” Jake asked.

“No thanks, I’m not that far, I’ll walk.” John replied. As they walked, they didn’t notice a car creeping up behind them.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m such a buzzkill.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re a pretty tough guy for telling me all that,” Jake said.

Suddenly, the car behind them sped up a bit before coming up right next to them. Three shots were fired from the back seat window. Jake dropped to the ground as the last two shots were fired, before the car sped away, and a police officer nearby ran after it. Jake turned his attention to John, who was laying on the ground barely conscious in a pool of blood.

“John!” he exclaimed. “No, no, no, no, no, no,” he panted as he crawled over to John and examined him. “Somebody, call an ambulance! Call 911 right now!” Jake then put his hand over John’s wound on his shoulder and tried to stop the bleeding, tears flowing from his eyes. “John, it’s okay John. You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be just fine.” Even though his eyes were still open, John did not respond. Jake shook John trying to get him to respond. “John, John, John, John, come on. Don’t go yet, you can still make it.”

Two days later, Jake sat by himself in his office. On his desk was a newspaper proclaiming John’s death with the headline “No Leads on Slain Survivor of Halloween Massacre.” While he was sitting, someone knocked on his door. He answered it, and a uniformed officer stood at the door.

“Jake Michaels?” he growled. Jake nodded. “I need you to come with me.”

As they exited his house, Jake spotted three police vehicles along with men dressed like the secret service.

“What’s going on here?” he asked.

“Somebody wanted to see you. He’s been a little pain-in-the-ass, but we decided to allow it,” the officer replied.

One of the suited men opened the back right door of the suburban police vehicle. A person exited with some difficulty. It was John. Jake’s eyes widened in shock as realized John was exiting the car and was not dead.

“I am so sorry about all of this,” John said, close to tears.

“Your funeral’s tomorrow,” Jake replied, crying.

“And you are expected to be there,” the officer butted in. “If Loomis can get to John, he can get to you.”

“How did you know it was him?” Jake asked.

“He sent a message to the officer in charge of my case saying what he had done. He was proud he had finally ‘killed’ me. He also gave away his location in the note and says he’s not going anywhere.”

“John is going to work with us now,” the officer said.

“Until Michael is arrested or otherwise dealt with,” John added. “I’m going to go after him once my funeral is over. He won’t be expecting an attack from me directly so we will catch him by surprise. I wanted to tell you just in case anything happens.”

“I’ll go with you,” Jake said.

“Jake, are you sure you want to risk your life for me?” John asked.

“Absolutely. Nobody tries to kill my best friend in front of me and gets away with it. We will take care of him together.”

On Halloween night, the police stormed the warehouse where Michael Loomis was held up along with the people who worked for him. The police arrested all his workers, but could not find Michael himself. John approached the officer in charge who was standing with Jake in front of the gate, waiting for orders.

“Go,” John said.

“What?” the office replied.

“Go. I will draw Michael out myself. He will want a fight from me. I’m sure he already knows I’m here so that’s why he’s hid himself.”

“John-” Jake started before being cut off.

“Jake, I’ll be fine. I’m a survivor, you know that. I just need to be sure you are safe. Here, take this,” he said, taking off his necklace and giving it to him. “For luck. I’m okay. Just go with the police.”

Jake and the police officers then left the property. John closed the gate with the switch. As he watched them go away from the property and prepare for a possible counterattack, John picked up a nearby rock, and threw it on the switch, trapping himself in there with Michael. He then began to walk inside before he spotted an axe in a glass case. John walked toward it and kicked at the glass, breaking it, and grabbed the axe. He then proceeded to the entrance of the warehouse before stopping just short of it. He stood there taking a breath before screaming.

“MICHAEL!” He shouted his brother’s name in twice more once he was inside and stormed around the warehouse, looking for Michael.

He was walking on the upper-level when he heard something that made him stop. On the ceiling, Michael was hanging from the pipes and was slowly lowering himself. John waited for the right moment to strike. Michael then lowered himself completely, holding a knife in his hand. John spun around and struck Michael in the shoulder. Michael brought his knife and and sliced John’s left arm. John fell over and looked at his wound, the exact same spot where he had been cut by Michael originally.

John ran away from Michael, who pulled the axe out of his shoulder, shook it off and then threw the axe to the ground to follow John. John had found a kitchen and was locating the knives. Michael followed him to the kitchen. Michael kicked aside the objects John had used to slow him down and proceeded to John. John began throwing knives at Michael, but they all missed. He then grabbed the drawer where he had gotten the knives and used it to block Michael’s stab at him. John then kicked Michael in the groin. Michael grunted and shoved John over. John grabbed two knives and ran from the kitchen. Michael pulled his knife out of the drawer before following John.

He walked right in front of where John was hiding before John attacked. John stabbed him multiple times in the chest area before Michael fell down to the ground floor, apparently dead. John threw down the knives, grabbed the axe and left the warehouse, thinking Michael wasn’t truly dead.

Back outside, he let the police break open the gate door before he requested they step back again and leave a car for him. The police allowed his request before they retreated again. John entered the car and prepared for his next move. A few minutes later, Michael exited the building, and was looking around for John when John slammed on the gas pedal. He hit Michael with the car and continued driving it toward the building. He smiled almost evilly at Michael before the car crashed into the door, pinning Michael between it and the car.

John quickly recovered, grabbed the axe and left the car. He limped over to the front where Michael was slumped over. He stopped when he was in front of Michael and spoke.

“Michael...Michael,” he said, as Michael began stirring and looking around. When he didn’t respond, John spoke again. “Michael,” he said with more assertion.

Michael looked up at John. His face seemed full of remorse with what he had done. He reached out his hand as if he wanted to touch John. John simply looked at Michael, who then spoke in a raspy voice.

“John...” was all he said. John then reached for Michael’s hand and the brothers’ fingers barely touched for a few seconds before John lowered his hand. He took a few deep breaths before swinging the axe and decapitating Michael. John turned away from Michael’s body, threw the axe to the ground and sighed, knowing that his brother had finally been defeated.

He walked toward the destroyed entrance where Jake and the police officers were gathering.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked before hugging John.

“I’m fine,” John replied. “Michael is gone and can’t hurt anyone ever again. I’ve never been better in my life.”