I wasn't sure how to decide. My eyes glanced at Michael, who awaited my answer. His arms were wide open, ready for me to jump into. Yet, there seemed to be something pulling me back.
"I-" I didn't know what to say. How am I supposed to decide now? In a situation like this?
"(Y/N)! DON'T!" A voice yelled from behind me, causing me to shriek and turn towards the person. It was Loomis. He ran towards us, his eyes focused.
I took a quick glance at Michael, who was visibly angry and confused at the same time. He glared at his former psychiatrist and his arms slowly fell to his sides again, clenching the knife like there was no tomorrow guaranteed. I gulped. I feared that Michael would jump at Loomis any second now, ending him on spot. After a few seconds, the tired psychiatrist reached us and got between Michael and me.
"Michael. You terrorized this girl enough now. I won't allow you, that you just take her with you." The old man announced and put his hands in front of me, blocking the intense strare of Michael. The killer in front of Loomis stares at the doctor now. He clenched his jaw. His legs took him a bit closer to us, the knife rose slowly. I knew what he was about to do.
"Michael, Stop!" Loomis warned and pulled a gun out, which he immediately pointed at Michael. But Michael didn't give a damn. In fact, he came closer a bit faster. Loomis eyes scanned his surroundings. Searching for anything, that could help him, and then his eyes landed on me. He looks at me in a apologetic way, before pulling me towards him by the waist and aiming the gun right at my head.
"Stop! Or I will shoot her!" Loomis yelled and pushes the cold gun deeper into my skin. Michael stops dead in his tracks. His eyes widen as he saw a single tear rolling down my cheek.
"Michael." Michael snapped his head towards Loomis as soon as he heared his name. "Put the knife down."
"Please, Michael. Please, just do what he says." I pleaded and tried to reason with the crazed killer. Michael tilted his head, seemingly confronted with this situation. I thought, that he might attack the psychiatrist. Though it quickly changes, as soon as I saw him slowly fall to his knees.
"Put the knife down, Michael." Loomis demands and pointed the weapon at Michael now.
The Shape nods his head slowly, while his hand slowly let go of the knife. Though, before he let go of it completely, he quickly jumps up and attacks Loomis. The man was surprised by it and feared for his life in this very second. Michael, who was raged to the core, stabs the knife into the shoulder of the psychiatrist and tries to unarm him. Loomis, who was struggling with winning this fight, just randomly began to shoot. Hoping, that he might hit something or the killer himself to stun him.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
(No PoV)
The halls of the hospital began to fall into silence. Michael managed to get the weapon out of Loomis's hand and proudly threw it away. A smirk graces his lips as he stared down the old man and stepped closer. That's when choked gasps fills the air. Michael, who was about to finish off Loomis, spun around towards the noise. And that's when his whole world began to shatter. (Y/n)'s eyes were wide open. Her hand was covering her chest, where Blood was leaking out of it. Her coughs got rougher and the taste of Iron filled her mouth.
Michael rushed to his Lover's side and slowly pulls her up, supporting her back and caressing her cheek. His eyes began to water as his rather big hands went over her blood stained cheeks, which was mixed by the tears. (Y/n) tried to reach up to him, her small hand rose to his face. Though because of the immense pain she was going through, she just didn't have the power to do so. Michael helped her. He took her hand carefully and placed it on his masked cheek. Michael began to choke on his tears. Him witnessing the state of his loved one, was unbearable to him. Yet (Y/n) only smiles at him. He leanes down to her, pulling her head closer to him. He leans his forehead against her's and closes his eyes.
"C-C-Can.....I......s-see....i-it?" (Y/n) spoke quietly and chokes on a few words.
Michael knew immediately what she ment and nods his head. He wanted her to see his face for the last time. His face should be the last things she sees, before she would fall into darkness. He quickly took of his mask, not wasting a single second. His messy hair covers his face, for only her to see, what he really looks like behind his mask. (Y/n) looks at him with awe and just smiled. Michael, who was an emotional mess by now, began to smile as well. His heart was crushing even more, as he noticed her life slowly but surely draining out of her. Till only her body was in his massive arms.
Michael began to cry. The last thing, which kept him sane at one point, was now gone. And that, because of only one man. Michael slowly put the girl onto the ground safely, not to destroy anything else, even though she was gone already. Michael rose from the ground. His eyes glared at Loomis, who was watching the event unfolding. The psychiatrist began to hold his hands up, showing his upper defeat.
"Michael....I didn't mean to..." he said and grunted as he fell onto his back.
Michael was going to revenge the death of his Lover. He was going to make sure to kill each and every person, who has ever made her life miserable. Starting with Loomis. He steps were rapid as he approached the old man, who was covering on the ground.
"Stop!" Loomis yells as he shielded his face with his arms, though Michael was only getting more raged. He slapped the arms away, before grabbing them. With the immense strength in his body, he was able to rip them out of their sockets. Blood splattered all over the floor, visually looking like a water fountain. Loomis screams louder, than he ever screamed in his entire life. The pain was unbearable. He couldn't describe the level of pain he was suffering, though it would get only worse. Michael took advantage of his pray's scream and ripped the tongue out, squashing it in his massive hands. His hands dive right in again, pulling teeth after teeth after teeth out, enjoying the pained screams. Loomis would pass out from time to time, though Michael would always bring him back, because he wasn't done with this man. He took his lover from him, his source of happiness. There wouldn't be any person, who could come close to (Y/n).
The image of her floated his head. From the first glance, to her first smile, to their first conversation...to his first and only friend. He began to beat the psychiatrist continually, the eyes of Myers began to water. Laughter of (Y/n) filled his head. Her calling out to him. Michael screams all the pain he was carrying out. His heart was arching and slowly breaking into a million pieces. His hands began to strangle Loomis, who's face was a bloody mess. Michael didn't stop though. He could still hear her voice echoing in the back of his head, his screams of pain got louder, while Loomis's got quieter and quieter. In fact, his screams died down and only his breath through his broken Nose was heared.
His breath eventually left his body, going limp in the hands of Michael. Though the heartbroken Boy didn't even seem to notice that. He strangled the body, while his pained screams filled the hospital. Tears fell down his cheeks like a waterfall. Suddenly a hand shot to his wrists and held them in place. Michael got startled by it and his head shoot up to the person, who dared to interrupt him. The glare of hatred he was holding in his darkened orbs, soften at the sight of the person, who glanced back at him with a loving smile. (Y/n) was there, holding his hands in place. It must have been his minds playing tricks on him, his imagination. He body was glowing in a shade of yellow and white, truly an angle send to earth for him. Michael's cries came to an hold and only quiet whimpers escaped his mouth.
(Y/n), who was only smiling at him, got up from the ground. She was slowly approaching her body, and of course Michael follows her immediately. She looks upon her cold dead body, before picking up the mask from the ground. Michael sniffed as she turns to him yet again, with a heartwarming smile. It visually seemed like, that Michael had traveled back in time and the scared, little and young self stood there on his place, while he was craving for some sort of comfort from his loved ones. He got on his knees, watching the angle walking to him with his mask, that she had picked out long ago. She kissed the forehead of Michael, caressing his messy hair and then pulling the mask over him. Her smile never left, it only seemed to widen and her eyes showed pure love and affection.
Michael returns the smile under his mask, he finally knew her answer. He finally knew how she felt for him and that brighten up his mood. She would protect him from now on. Guiding him every step of his way. He wouldn't be alone, no, not anymore. He carefully picked up the body of his Lover, while her soul lingered beside him. Only he was able to see her, to hear her and to touch her face. He was fine with it, even when his hand would right through her. He held a hand out for her to take, which she gladly did. Together, they walk straight into their future, well into Michael's future. Upon the grave he put down the letter, that he had writen for her. He read it for her, taking his time and losing some tears. His sentence would end with Love, Michael...which he had writen years ago.