A Broken Promise - Michael Myers X Reader

A broken promise - Michael Myers x reader

A/N: I cried a lot while writing this. He’s kind of OOC in that he talks a little, but it’s the love of his life so…

Warnings: Angst, gore, sad boy Michael Myers, mentions of death, main character death.

Word count: 993

Michael kneeled in front of the mutilated body before him and stuck three fingers into one of the wounds he had created not very long ago. 

Flashback

Tears streamed down the girl's face, hot rivers flowing endlessly as she ran from who she thought was the love of her life. She ran into her now-dead neighbor's house, locking the door and shoving a bookcase in front of it. Thump. Came the first knock, slightly quiet and almost unnoticed. She covered her mouth with her hand as she struggled to scramble up the stairs, never taking her eyes off the door.

Thump! Slightly louder this time as Michael shoved his body against the door. A silent scream left the girl's covered mouth as she came to her senses and searched the house for something, anything.

BANG! The door crashed against the ground as Michael stumbled into the house after throwing his 6'7" build at the door. He searched the entire house before checking one room. The bedroom of Mrs. Jameson. 

He knocked at the door. Once. Twice. Three times. Right before he did the fourth he heard the sound of a window opening. In a panic as to not let her escape, he smashed through the door, causing the unprepared girl to let out a scream. He stalked towards her, cocking his head to the right slowly.

She tried to back up but only ran into a wall. As he reached the petrified girl, she was shaking as silent sobs wracked her body. He reached down and started to choke her out. She struggled against his grip as he lifted her into the air, legs flailing every which way. As he watched her take her last few breaths before she passed out, she muttered a phrase that he was too blinded by rage to hear.

"I..lo-ve…you…Mik-ey. Goodbye…" He watched as her eyes closed and she fell limp in his grip. He dropped her frail body and it made a sickening thump as it hit the ground. He cocked his head and reached into his pocket to pull out his knife. 

He proceeded to stab her many times as his vision was red. Crimson flowed from the body’s many wounds, seeping out and staining the white rug her no longer beautiful figure laid upon.

Michael took a second to admire his work and walked out of the building and into the street.

He felt as if something pulled him back into the building. Something was wrong. Something felt wrong.

Now

Wait…, Michael recognized that necklace that adorned the body's neckline. That wasn't just any necklace. No, he knew that necklace. More importantly, who it belonged to. Y/N. His beautiful Y/N whom he would give the world. No. No no no no no! 

Who did this! They will pay for their sins! Memories flooded Michael's mind as he realized something. He hurt her. He didn't just hurt her. He killed her.

Flashback

"You'll never hurt me, will you Mikey?" The H/C girl turned to the man, the blue light from the tv gracing his rugged, unmasked features. He tipped his head down to look at his love, who was laying with her head in his lap. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up gently. He tipped her chin up so she was looking at him directly.

"I would never hurt you, my love. You mean too much to me. I promise to never hurt you. Never ever." He smiled. She grinned happily before pecking his cheek and feeling it flush against her touch. She giggled and laid back down, turning her attention back to the tv.

Michael couldn't seem to take his eyes off her that night. She was perfect. And she was all his.

Now

I..lo-ve…you…Mik-ey. Goodbye…

Her words filled his mind as he remembered. His rage had blind-sighted him. He ripped off his mask and put his head to the ground and let out strangled howls of pain and grief. He pounded the hardwood floor with his hand so hard that his hand became bruised and bloodied. 

He stuck three fingers into one of the wounds he had created not very long ago. He pulled them out and felt the blood run in burning rivers down his fingers and hand. He picked her body up and held it close to his chest.

"No no no no! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I love you! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Goddammit!" He screamed into the open air as tears ran hot down his cheeks. He held his beloved in his arms and for the first time, she didn't hold him back. 

Her figure was still in his arms and once again, he was alone. And it was all his fault.

His body shook with silent sobs as he held her close. He felt her take in a shuddering breath and gasped. He grabbed her face as she opened her eyes to look at him. She smiled and stroked his cheek.

“Hi, Mikey.” She let out a cough that made him wince and blood spurted into the hand she covered her mouth with.

“I’m so so sorry! Baby, I’m gonna- I- I’ll save you. I promise-”

“Mikey,” She interrupted. “I’m not gonna survive Mikey. It’s-” She coughed again. 

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to. I love you, Mikey.” She pulled off his mask and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. She pulled away and smiled at his bare face, closing her eyes for the last time.

He looked at her with wide eyes and nodded his head, a single tear escaped from his right eye.