Michael Myers

As he lay bleeding on the table there was no remorse nor any panic or grieving or fear. Like an animal, he saw nothing incoming blackness. He could not breathe, suffocating from blood loss.

His veins were open, as were his wrists. Laurie and Allyson stared down at this thing the citizens of Haddonfield referred to as The Shape and The Boogeyman. He was evil on two legs, as Dr. Loomis once said. Annie and Lynda ran through her head. As did Karen.

For years piece broken. She tried to move on. She was not like Corey, not giving into her darkness in the end. She wasted forty years of her life on revenge, hating and training. She was a survivor, the strong capable girl while still being human. Even being an outcast, shy and repressed she chose humanity.

Michael and Corey gave into their own darkness. A choir boy snapped. Any love or compassion he was shown by classmates or relatives was murdered the same night Michael picked up a butcher knife and killed his sister. All compassion for Corey when he killed that homeless and Doug and his bullies and his own mother.

The same monster that created Corey murdered Corey. No remorse or regret. Just a soulless killing machine being destroyed by his own gangrenous wounds and inner hate and darkness.

When they strapped him to the hood and drove him to the scrapyard and threw him in the woodchipper Laurie and Allyson said goodbye to their boogeyman.