Halloween 9; The Veil between the worlds

“You killed my baby, you killed my friends, my lover, you killed the people I love…”
She kept talking as he tried to wrench her arms away.
“…you made me kill an innocent man…”
He grabbed the knife. He stabbed her through the thigh, pinning her to the floor. She screamed as he tore himself from her grasp.
She could burn. He would live to kill again.
He threw himself through the window onto the grass outside.
“FREEZE!”
Just two cops. One old, one young. No real threat. They knew it, both trembling with fear at the sight of him, the devil they had feared for so long made flesh. They should have fled but something kept them here.
Just two. But more would be coming. Too many. He struggled to his feet.
“I SAID FRE…” his words were drowned in the roar of his partners’ pistol. The younger hesitated for a moment then joined in emptying his shotgun into Michael, slug after slug sending him reeling.
He kept his feet. If he fell now they would finish him.
Their guns ran dry. The older cop desperately tried to reload, fumbling the magazine in his hand in his panic. The younger cop threw his shotgun aside and clawed frenziedly at his pistol in its’ holster.
Michael lurched towards them.
A second cruiser screeched to a halt, it’s occupants firing before they’d even exited the vehicle. They bought time for first two cops who eventually joined in with their pistols.
He staggered backwards, flailing his arms, trying to fend off the pistol bullets like a scared child surrounded by wasps. Interspersed with the pistol shots was the blast of the shotgun wielded by the female cop, the passenger in the second police car. The pistols felt as though someone was stabbing him with ice-pick all over his body. The shotgun was like a baseball bat hammering into him.
He had to run.
Lose them in the back alleys and gardens, hide in the smoke that now poured from the Myers’ house, pick them off one by one as they attempted to follow, return to the shadows where his strength truly laid. He couldn’t fight like this, couldn’t fight in the open, in the daylight, not against all of them at once.
He turned to flee.
“MICHAEL!”
Laurie threw herself from the window onto him, tackling him to the floor. She started stabbing him again, his blood sizzling slightly as the blade cut home, the metal still hot from where she had prised it from the floorboards and her own flesh.
“HOLD YOUR FIRE!”
They’d stopped. The fools has stopped shooting. In their desire to save this one woman they’d thrown away the only chance they’d ever had.
He took the knife away from Laurie and grabbed her around the neck. She flailed helplessly as he held her at arms length.
He hesitated.
Two more police cars had arrived, officers holstering pistols and checking shotguns, running towards him with their batons drawn.
Too many to fight. Too many to evade. The moment Laurie died the shooting would begin again.
But Laurie had given him the one thing he needed.
A hostage.
He held her up before him as a shield, putting the knife to her throat.
The threat was implicit. They backed off, looking for an opportunity to fire, seeking an angle from which they wouldn’t hit Laurie.
He had his chance.
She ripped off his mask.
SHE RIPPED OFF HIS MASK.
He screamed, dropping the knife and reaching to snatch it back from her, ignoring the impact of pistol shots as the police took their chance.
In that moment she saw his face. His real face. She didn’t know what to expect. Some kind of monster? And it was scarred, scarred by burns and scar tissue and bullets. But it was still human, almost childish. As though frozen in time the moment Michael Myers died and the monster that took his body was born. It just looked blank, drained of humanity. It was the flesh and blood equivalent of the mask her wore.
She threw it into the fire.
He cast her aside. The crescendo of gunfire began again even louder than before, more police, more guns. But there was no need.
It slackened off as they watched, stupefied with amazement.
Michael climbed back into the inferno of the Myers’ house, climbed back into the flames. Crawled over the floor and retrieved his mask, replacing it on his head even as it melted onto his skin. And lay still.
Laurie watched him burn. Watched the flames consume his body. Ignored the police as they gathered around her. Ignored the paramedics as they asked her about her injuries. They didn’t matter. Nothing was going to kill her. Not now.
She watched him burn. Watched as the fire engines arrived and realised what was happening, putting their hoses away and joining the increasing crowd of Haddonfield residents that gathered to witness the end of the horror that had plagued their town for decades.
Watched as Michael Myers burned away to ashes.
A new age had begun.
*
He rode his bike excitedly along the street, scrunching the autumn leaves as he went. He loved Halloween, loved it more than any other holiday. He almost ran into the figure that emerged from the shadows in front of him.
“Hi sis” he broke into a wonderful smile. “Can we go trick or treating tonight?”
Judith Myers took his hand. She smiled back. “Yes Michael, we can trick or treat all night long”
She led him through the warm evening air.
The End