Random Music video I made for my Transformer's Fanfiction (sort of);  http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4122991/1/Bittersweet_Honey , the music's really random and I ran out of clips, so one of them is used about 3 times.

I haven't updated my Livejournal in about a zillion years, so I figured I'd update now as I'm stressed out over my head and don't want to go on MSN Messenger.

I HATE exams, who doesn't?!!! Eh. I finally found a way I can study that works for me, so that's good. I don't think it'll help me un-doom myself before Tuesday (I have three exams on Tuesday, and two more the week after next), but it's better than doing nothing at all and failing.

AND I just enjoy writing my fanfiction more than anything else at the moment. I'd much rather write another person's life than live my own. At least the characters I write about don't have extreme paranoia and they aren't insanely shy. I have NO social life and I'm bored. The problem is that I don't ENJOY what my friends enjoy doing; I don't drink, smoke, date and even conversation is a trial for me. Eh, I guess I need to get out more... I wonder if peope still have raves.... 

Do raves happen in England?

Well, I have resolved to actually use this journal from now on, so.

Currently I am completely obsessed with this http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=GuXagwu_Z1M , it's fun to dance too.

Here is a link to my online gallery - http://cheetana.deviantart.com/ It's probably the only thing I update regularily. XD

Michael and Jason pulled into tiny parking lot off the side of a small diner. The smaller turned slowly to Jason and nodded at him. Kicking open the door, he waited for the other, stomach burning hungrily.

It would be safe to say that all the customers were rather alarmed by the arrival of the two killers; some of them even recognized Michael as The Michael Myers, who had escaped earlier during the week from the Haddonfield maximum security prison. All heads turned towards the two masked monstrosities, mouths agape.

Michael, obliviously towards the shocked crowd, stormed up to the counter. He stood there and waited, staring at the frightened staff, one still holding down the coffee machine tap, steaming froth bubbled over the side of the small china cup.

Jason slowly his smaller companion and glared at the people behind the counter. Michael poked the woman the woman in front of him. She shrieked and backed away, knocking the person still poring coffee onto the floor. Michael seemed to roll his eyes and sigh behind his mask. He glared at the staff and gestured at his mouth. The woman looked at him confused. His stomach growled loudly.

A little girl sitting at one of the tables giggled. Heads turned to look at her. She giggled and clutched a battered doll closer to her chest, “I think he’s hungry!” she exclaimed. A few of the other customers laughed at this. The woman in front of Michael laughed, slightly awkwardly, and smiled at him “hungry are you? Well, let me fix that”.

Jason who had moved closer to Michael due to having become frightened by the loud laughter of the people, not used to being in these situations, looked at the other nervously. He couldn’t understand what was going on, or what the people had been saying, were they going to help him and Michael?

The smaller turned and gently touched the side of Jason’s face, reassuring him. Michael slowly turned back to the woman in front of him. She smiled at him and swiveled to face to man behind her in the kitchen window. “Jeff, ya have any of those pancakes left?” When he nodded she grinned and gestured for him to pass them through. The smaller masked killer looked at the food, fascinated, he usually ate meat and he had no idea what he was being given. 

The woman behind the counter carefully placed the pancakes inside a brown ‘take-away’ bag and handed it over to Michael who took it with a nod of approval. He trudged towards to door, waiting as Jason slowly followed him. They made their way back to the truck. 

The still stunned customers watched as the two masked evils sped off, breathing a mutual sigh of relief. One of the men near the front of the diner spoke up, “Jesus that was that psycho from Haddonfield! What the Hell is he doin’ here?! We’ve got to call the police, Mary.”

Mary, the woman behind the counter, nodded and swiftly walked towards the phone.

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OMG PANCAKES!!!!! >:D

I have to go and study for an exam that I have today at noon, but I'll post what I'm working on. Yesterday, I was very hyper (from suger) and depressed because I'd failed the exam on that day D:

It was NOT a good combination and caused this W.T.F chapter, that makes no sense and there's a HUGE gap between it and chapter 3,  where Michael gets hungry. Well... I'll either re-write this, or write a scene between it where Jason finds some food for Michael.



Chapter 4?

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Laurie (Michael’s sister, for those who didn’t know) awoke breathlessly, the bed covers wrapped around her body, sticky with sweat. That natural ability to detect unease around her had picked up danger. She could feel it. She’d been stalked too long and her tired eyes strained to make out the shape of her masked brother from the shadows surrounding her.

Finding nothing amiss within the confines of the small, rented apartment, she crept over to the sink and dipped her head under the freezing liquid that streamed from the tap. She slowly straightened to look at her reflection in the mirror; a fearful face, lined with the stress of years, once beautiful, once safe, dripping with water, as it had so many times with tears.

Wiping the moisture off her face with a nearby face cloth, she instinctively looked out of the window.

Too see a truck drive up the empty street, driven by her brother!

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Michael swerved into the street; he could sense his sister here. He slammed on the breaks. Michael withdrew his knife and was about to leave when a hand on his arm stopped him. He looked round and Jason looked back at him, as though as to ask why Michael was leaving him.

Michael jerked agitatedly in the taller man’s grasp. He gestured with the hand not holding the knife at the apartment building. The need to kill his younger sibling was more deep-rooted in the smaller’s mind then any new relationship he had found with the Hockey-masked killer. He glared at the other and continued to point at the building, struggling to free himself.

Jason tipped his head to the side, not understanding the frantic gesturing to the apartments. The fear of more isolation and abandonment was too much for the poor child mentality of the killer. His mother had left him like this… he needed her and she wasn’t there to cuddle and protect him anymore, to soothe away the pain from the mean taunts given by the other normal children. He clutched at Michael tighter, unable to give him even a shake of his head to ask him not to go.

Michael was beyond annoyed at this point. He needed to kill his sister NOW, before she got away again. Why couldn’t the other understand?! Michael felt the rage flow through him, he could never be free unless his family was exterminated, and exterminated they would be. His eyes narrowed and he lashed out at Jason with the knife, his patience finished.

Jason jerked, anger rushing through him as quickly as the knife was jammed into him. Pain shot through him and he grabbed Michael and threw him out of the truck. Michael hit the floor hard, still clutching the now blood covered knife, which he had yanked out of Jason’s arm. He steadily got to his feet and faced Jason, who had drawn his machete and was awaiting his next move.

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Laurie, breathlessly dialing the local cops, looked out of the window to check how close Michael was to the apartments, judging whether she could escape or not. She was shocked to see the argument and subsequent violence between the two masked killers. Michael was obviously busying himself with someone else and it was a chance for her to escape… hopefully. Slamming down the phone she glanced out of the window again. Just to check.

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Michael lunged at Jason, plunging his knife into the other’s chest. Before Jason could even blink, he tore out the weapon and plunged it in again, the wound spurting blood, splattering his mask. Jason hissed and grabbed the other’s hand, dragging it away from his chest. Michael scowled behind his mask and tried to escape, to damage the other again.

The taller hesitated, remembering what he and the other had done the last time they had fought. Michael glared up at him and Jason grabbed the back of his head and brought their mouths together. (God I’m a hopeless romantic XD) Michael stilled, stunned by the loving touch in the middle of their fight. He hesitantly brought his free hand up and gently pushed their masked faces together, sister forgotten.

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Laurie gasped, her mouth hanging open. Michael was KISSING the other man! Bemused, she shook her head to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. No, not a hallucination, her psychotic older brother was down in the street below her, making out with another masked member of the opposite sex.

‘When did my brother get a boyfriend?’ she thought, smiling wryly. Aware that she was still in danger she quickly pulled on a sweater and pants and prepared to leave the apartment.

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