Creation began on 08-04-21

Creation ended on 08-08-21

Halloween

A lifeline thrown is one grabbed

A/N: Based off the comic series Halloween: Nightdance, but unlike how the comic ended, there is hope.

Lisa Thomas couldn't breathe, anymore. Wherever Michael Myers had put her, there was little air, and she had to deduce that she had been buried alive. She was going to die wherever he put her, and nothing she could do would change that fate.

Bash! She heard something above her. Bash!

"Shift the dirt some more!" A voice uttered.

"Right here!" Another voice went.

Creak! Another sound was made and Lisa felt a wisp of new air enter her lungs.

"Help," she whispered as her vocal strength returned. "Help, please!"

The wood cracked and was pulled away, a light shining on Lisa as she saw a hand reach out to her from above.

"We're here to rescue you," a man told her as the light was removed to reveal a dark-skinned man reaching out to her. "Let's go."

Lisa cried as she grabbed his hand and was pulled out of the ground. As she was brought up from the hole, she found herself in a cemetery, and the name on the gravestone was "Judith Myers"; Michael had buried her alive in a plot with a grave marker that belonged to his sister that he murdered. Even if people had sent out a search for her, they wouldn't have found her alive if they didn't know where she was. She would've died had this man, had these people, not come to her aid.

"Here," a young woman uttered as she gave Lisa a blue bathrobe.

Lisa accepted and then uttered, "Michael Myers! He's still out there!"

"Don't worry about him," the dark man replied. "I have someone out there looking for him right now. The police are so inadequate right now that dealing with a deranged killer requires someone with a certain…awareness of what it takes to contend with a killer."

As Lisa put on the bathrobe, she noticed that the woman and man with the guy that pulled her from the grave were younger than he was, probably around her age, with the boy having a pretty face and blond hair and the girl looking somewhat like an Asian woman. She was getting the impression that they weren't from around here.

"Who are you people?" She asked the dark man.

"We're just strangers looking to do right by others," the blond-haired boy replied.

-x-

Michael closed the music box and prepared to turn and leave the house when he heard a creak in the wooden floorboards.

"No transcendence for you, Boogeyman," he heard someone say, and slowly turned around.

He raised his knife up, but felt something slam into him as he was put off his feet and sent smashing through a wall and outside onto the ground. The impact onto the ground was different from that time he was shot out a window by Dr. Loomis. Whatever hit him moved and he found that it was a young boy with a pale face and glossy, dark hair, dressed in strange, dark clothing.

"Now I am become Death," the boy told him, "the hunter of sinners."

Michael looked at the boy's eyes…and found that they were as dark as his own, but there was something else in them that wasn't in his.

SLICE! He felt his left arm lose something.

The knife that he had was separated from him…along with his entire hand!

SLICE! Michael felt the same feeling in his right arm and found that his other hand had been severed from his wrist.

The man jumped off him and landed two feet backwards, holding a strange weapon in his right hand that was different from a knife…but not all that different. To Michael, it was like a knife, but the handle was longer and shaft-like, similar to a hammer, and the blade itself was curved and sharp. Whatever this weapon was, it was also capable of being used to harm or kill people. The boy flipped the weapon over so that he was holding it upside-down, and he swung it at Michael's legs, cutting them off at the knees with unblinking speed and precision!

For the first time in a long time, the serial killer was afraid of someone else that was capable of such mayhem.

"Do you feel it closing in, Michael?" The boy questioned, and then kicked his body down the ground with force comparable to getting hit by a car. "The darkness that closes in on your every second left? I used to feel it closing in on me. The end, the cold, the dread of it looming over the light that dimmed with every new breath that became harder to take. The only difference between you and I…is that you live for causing pain and misery for anyone you decide to go after…because you're just plainly, simply, undeniably evil incarnated in flesh. You made a conscious decision to murder your own sister. I don't know what can drive a little boy to do that with the sole exception being that they are among the rare people that are bad seeds…and you must be one of them, plain bad to begin with, with no capacity for any of what makes us human. No remorse, no compassion, no sense of right or wrong…and no hope. People without hope are the same as those without any fear: Pathetic and weak."

Without his limbs, Michael couldn't do anything about this boy.

Reaching down to his head with his right hand, covered in metal, right down to the fingers, the boy grabbed his mask and tore it away from his face, revealing his true self to the world. Even Dr. Loomis deserved his credit for what he had mentioned about meeting Michael as a child; there was truly nothing left in him, not even the most rudimentary sense of anything a child understood. And those pale, dark eyes… They weren't the Devil's eyes, but they were full of darkness, just plain darkness. Eight years spent trying to understand what wasn't there in this person, and then seven more years trying to contain him from unleashing his madness on others.

He is just evil, the boy, the young man, Death, thought as he cast the mask aside. Evil, hopeless and irredeemable. Underestimated for years is what enabled him to get away from the law without any repercussions. So many victims every year, and always on the one day that people are supposed to find full of fun and excitement in by dressing up as monsters, princesses, superheroes or whatever else they decide to want to dress up as. But not this guy. Oh, no, this guy…just kills a girl one night, stays quiet for the rest of his life, escapes from a mental hospital after his twenty-first birthday and goes on a killing spree, taking whatever he wants and leaving nothing but grief. It's time to cleanse the world of your existence, Michael Myers.

Raising his weapon up over his head, the boy brought it down on Michael's chest and hacked away at it, slicing his organs and reducing them to shreds. Even if Michael possessed some sort of accelerated healing process, he still had a pulse, a heartbeat, body heat, all to show that he was alive, and that he could be killed like any other person. And once killed, that was the end of the line for him. And he was making sure that this man, this…monster…would never walk among the living and kill again.

"You will never kill anyone else again where you're going," he told Michael, shredding his heart and lungs to pulp. Where you're going, every day is Halloween and where you can't leave."

Once the organs in his body were ruined, Death pulled his head up and cut through his neck, flesh, muscle and bone, separating his head from his body. For a while, he looked at the severed head, seeing the light behind the eyes fade away, indicating that Michael Myers was finally dying, despite his tenacity to persist with murder. He could feel the degraded soul being pulled down to the depths of Hell by the otherworldly forces that he was but a servant and master to. In the abyss of flame and darkness, a soul like Michael's would fetch a hefty sum comparable to a fortune divided between forty men and women to any demon that desired it. Even the Cenobites would derive great pleasure from the pain inflicted upon him if they had him.

Now, you can enjoy Halloween…in Hell, he thought as he reached down into the body remains of the killer and gripped his spinal cord to pick it up. "Let the whole world know that he's no longer a pain in the ass of the holidays."

-x-

"…But how can you be sure that he's dead?" Lisa asked the dark man as he and his allies took her to the hospital.

"Because the guy he had go after this serial killer," said the blond-haired boy to her, "is someone that kills, too, but for benevolent reasons, and is beyond the natural law. But he's good at it because he doesn't hesitate to deliver the final blow to anyone that made the choice to kill someone that did them no wrong."

"He'll bring what's left of Michael Myers to the police and make sure they confirm it's him and not some copycat," the dark man told her. "The only thing I used to love about this holiday was the free candy. People that use it as an excuse to commit murder under the guise of some costume is either crazy, stupid, sick or evil."

"Or all of the above," they heard a man's voice and looked behind them, seeing the same Asian teen that dispatched Michael earlier. "He who kills without reason or conscious has been done in by none other than yours truly."

"Lisa Thomas," the dark man uttered, "this is Death, the Endgame. He's the one that was sent after Myers to be disposed of."

Lisa looked at the boy, seeing that his hands were covered in blood and how his face seemed devoid of expression, and the shotgun scabbard on his back, indicating that he knew how to use firearms in addition to whatever he did to kill, and then looked at the other three.

"Is he really dead?" She asked them. "Dead as in…he's never coming back?"

"I cut off his limbs, shredded his internal organs and decapitated his head after removing his mask," Death answered her. "I know for a fact that he was Michael Myers because he still possessed the sick memory of murdering his elder sister…and the despicable reason he did so. A man like that is both a mistake by the deities and an embodiment of the devils themselves. But like all people, he only possessed one life, and I took his from him. The police will have a good time trying to figure who killed him and dropped his corpse off. A lot of people will be relieved to know that he is gone."

Lisa wanted to feel relieved by this knowledge, but she wasn't sure yet. However, she was relieved to be alive and out of the grave she had been buried in. And Halloween was officially over until the next year it returned.

"For now," the dark man told her as the hospital came into view, "go rest up in safety. Later, when the sun comes up, you'll find a treat much better than any candy could be, Ms. Thomas."

They brought her inside and let a nurse escort her away.

Death stayed hidden from sight; he didn't need anyone to see or know about him when he was a nonentity and best left to do as he needed to for the good of the people.

"Who are you?" Lisa asked the guy that saved her. "Really?"

"I'm just a guy that wants nothing more than to do what is right," he told her, and then left with his allies.

-x-

As far as resting went, the few hours of bed rest Lisa had in the hospital…were the most precious hours she ever had after her experience escaping from a killer. When she awoke to the sunlight shining through her room, she was greeted with a grand sight: Friends and family, people that had been killed by Michael before he buried her in that grave in the cemetery, were alive and well again.

"Is this a dream?" She asked them, desperate for an answer.

"No," replied Ryan to her. "We're all here."

"The same guy that came to save you is the same guy that brought us back to life," said Daniel to her. "He is something else than a man."

Lisa was grateful to have them here with her. This was a treat greater than any candy could ever be for her.

"…And on other news, the police department of Haddonfield, Illinois have confirmed that the serial killer known as Michael Myers was found mutilated beyond any sane person can describe, but DNA evidence and an extensive autopsy confirmed that the exact cause of death was decapitation before having his torso stabbed by some sort of blade multiple times and his arms and legs removed. The police that were informed of where to locate the body discovered a message written in blood on the wall of an abandoned warehouse where the killer was left strung up like an exhibition of sorts that read, "In the absence of light and justice, only the darkness and desire for brutal vengeance will prevail against those with wickedness in their hearts and souls". Officials have no clues or leads to whoever was responsible for what they consider a public service in putting an end to the brutal savagery of Michael Myers, but are hopeful of the next Halloween night to be one of fun and cheers instead of murder and fear." A woman on TV announced to whoever was watching the news.

"They got him?" Lisa's father questioned. "They really got him?"

"They got him," she expressed, happy that it was over. "They got him."

-x-

A letter addressed to Keri Tate was picked up by her son, John Tate, and handed to her the very next day after the report of Michael Myers being found dead and later cremated, who opened the letter to find a note.

"Too long a road has it been for everyone that had their lives uprooted by someone that was devoid of any sense of morality and reason. But now that road has come to an end. Those tortured by him can finally begin to mend and move on with their lives as they were intended. While evil has and will always exist among mortals, there will always be those that have the will and conviction to stand up and face it in defense of others. I know who you are…and you no longer have to hide. Live and know that he can never come after you again. I will always make certain of so." The note read, and the woman sighed, relieved.

"Mom?" John spoke.

"It's nothing," she told him. "Just someone letting me know that next year will be a good year."

-x-

"…At this rate, you'll be owing us more favors than we owe you," Death told the dark man that had sought out his aid to deal with certain people that needed more than simple persuasion or intimidation as they and the other two teens stood on a rooftop of a building.

"And those are favors I'd be grateful to owe if they meant making a difference in other people's lives," he responded as he sat on the edge. "Some call me a hypocrite for choosing to defy the fates of other people that can't or won't change their own fates, most just call me a saint for giving them a chance to turn their lives around. But you're not among those whose lives needed me to change when you were approached by someone else that had the capacity to see hope for you that hardly anyone else saw. You have been a horseman for how long now?"

"Is time truly relevant to you or I? To them (he points to the teens with his left hand)? Is it that important to know?"

"No, it isn't, but time becomes one of the few things that help to give you a sense of structure to what leads you towards your goal."

"This is my penance, my redemption and my reward for restoring order to a maimed world. I'll be as I am for as long as I can be. Isn't it the same with you…Brother Correction? You do what you do…because it is your penance, your redemption…and your reward."

"Again, these are favors that I'd be grateful to owe if they made a difference in other people's lives. So…what do you want?"

"I want ownership of Michael Myers' soul to torture him for my own amusement. A man like him that murders others, regardless of whether it's because he wanted to know how it would feel to kill someone or even because he was crazy or heard a voice compelling him to kill, doesn't deserve to feel any ounce of redemption, even in Hell."

Brother Correction chuckled and responded, "If you want his soul to torture, it's yours."

"Until the next time we meet," the pale man bowed his head and walked away.

"And you two?" Brother Correction asked the other two teens.

"You know what we asked for, sir," the blond boy responded.

"We help you save the girl," the Asian girl added, "and you help us save our friend from making those choices he made and find a better solution, no matter how long it takes us to be accepted by the rest of the world."

"And I stand by my word, Ms. Ackerman, Mr. Arlert," he replied; when he approached them for their help, they desired only their childhood friend to be saved from making choices he would be unable to turn back from. "Shall we be going?"

"Yes," they told him.

Halloween…only comes once a year

A/N: Browsing the Halloween Wiki served to help inspire this story. I knew I had read on the site about someone getting buried by Michael, but I wasn't sure how to think of a what-if scenario to add on to the story. To those that have no clue, I had Brother Correction, my original character for changing outcomes for many stories, acquire the aid of Armin Arlert and Mikasa Ackerman from Attack on Titan in exchange for helping them save Eren Yeager, and Shinji Ikari/Death, the Endgame from my Evangelion story A New Cause because he was the best choice in dealing with a serial killer that was more supernatural than human, requiring someone just as supernatural than human to beat him. I hope y'all can accept the win being Lisa and everyone else killed by Michael brought back in the end as a happy outcome, and the guest appearance from Laurie Strode being informed that her brother was dead for real a grand comfort until whatever else happens. Peace.