Summary: This is My Freddy verses Michael Myers story. This will be a short story. I only plan on it being 3-4 chapters tops (number of chapters are subject to change). I don't own any of the characters. Rated M for graphic violence and adult situations. Viewer discretion is advised; as some scenes may be too intense for sensitive readers.

Rated: M

Genre: Horror, X-over

Characters: Laurie S., Freddy Krueger, Michael M.

Chapter 1

(Springwood Hospital)

Michael Myers had been rushed into the trauma center with severe injuries. Once again, The Shape had managed to muster enough humanity within him to save his niece's life. The old house they were in had begun to collapse; and before the house to crush them both, Michael had thrown Jamie to safety. Michael had fallen through a weak spot in the floor, and ended up in the basement. The house had devoted him as it came crashing down. Somehow, he had survived the impaling debris and crushing weight of a house falling on him. He pulled himself out of the ruins, just as the ambulance arrived. His therapist, sister, girlfriend, and niece had trailed him to the hospital. The Shape groaned in pain, as a needle was jabbed into his aching and broken body. His breathing was hard; and each breath he took was like torture.

"L-Laurie." He said weakly.

"He's got a collapsed lung." Said one doctor.

Laurie ran as fast as she could to keep pace with him.

"Don't give up Michael. I love you. We all love you."

"I know."

Time slowed down to a painful crawl for the Myers family. For an instant, Laurie saw on her brother the same weariness he had when he was dying from the car accident injuries. Laurie didn't know what she'd do if she lost Michael for good. Yes, he had relapsed. Yes, he killed a bunch of people. But he couldn't help it. She didn't care if he killed everyone in Haddonfield. He was brother. He was her brother, God damn it.

Fuck everyone in that fucking hick town. I don't care if they hate him. I love him. I want to be there for him, until the bitter end. He's the only family I got besides Jamie. He's not pure evil incarnate. He's my older brother. He's also the best friend I have ever had. Laurie thought.

Awwww sis. I'm touched. Came Michael's thoughts in her head.

Michael, are you all right?

Eh. I could be better. I'm not dead yet. What about Jamie? Is she okay?

She's fine. Thanks to her favorite Uncle.

Yeah right. I'm her only Uncle.

There was a pause in the psychic connection between Michael and Laurie.

It hurts to breath. The doctors don't look to cheerful in my room.

Just keep holding on Michael.

Laurie, if I don't make it…

You'll make it.

I love you so much sis. You look just like Mommy.

The connection then broke. Laurie began to cry. She was so afraid fo her brother. Had he died? Oh God, she hoped not. Just then the doctor came out. His expression very serious.

"Miss Myers?" He said.

Laurie looked up at him and nodded.

"Your brother is an extremely lucky man. Wounds like his should have killed him. He is asleep but you may see him if you wish. He is in for a long recovery."

"Of course. Thank you Doctor." Laurie said.

Laurie told Loomis, Rachel, and Jamie the news. They were relieved to hear Michael would pull through. They all went to his room; and saw he was unmasked, undressed - save for his hospital gown; and asleep. Rachel approached him. He looked drained of every once of life. His hands were limp at his sides. One of them hung slightly off the bed. Various monitors whirred and beeped, as they tracked his vitals. Rachel placed a tender kiss on him.

"I love you Michael. I have only loved you since we met." She said.

Although he was asleep, Michael heard every word Rachel said. A small smile illuminated his face.

She loves me. She told me she loves me.

Michael then willed himself to open his eyes. He stared directly at the Carruthers girl.

"Do you mean it Rachel?" He asked softy.

Rachel felt her eyes tear up. She then embraced Michael and kissed him.

"Of course I meant it. I meant every word. I love you so very much." She answered.

Michael kissed her hand.

"And I love you too, Rachel." Said he.

Michael stayed awake as long as he could to speak with his loved ones. However, the strength of the medicines he was on began to make him drowsy again.

"I'm going to rest a bit." Michael said.

Laurie kissed her brother's hand. and stroked the side of his face tenderly.

"We are going home now Michael. But I promise, I will see you soon."

"I know sis. Jamie, be good to your mother; okay?" He said.

Jamie nodded, wiping a tear from her eye. Her uncle was still in pain; and she could sense it. When everyone left, Michael drifted off into a deep sleep.

Michael's Dream:

Michael was laying down on his bed. Tears ran down his cheeks. It was his fault. It was all his fault. If he could've been faster, maybe - just maybe - Jamie would still be alive. Michael felt the stabbing pain of grief tear into his usually cold, black heart. Why? Why did she have to die? She was only a nine year old girl. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Y-yes. Come in." Michael said.

Laurie entered the room. She was dressed head to toe in black. Her only daughter was gone.

"Michael. It's time to say goodbye." She said.

Michael began to rock while flailing his his hands in the air; as if to swat away gnats. His did not want to - and could not go downstairs. He'd have to see his darling niece lying in a coffin downstairs. He'd rather face the worst kind of torture than that. Yet still, Michael somehow ended up downstairs where the wake was being held. Everyone Michael had ever known was there to mourn with him and his sister. Loomis sobbed in his handkerchief; and rambled to himself how much like a granddaughter Jamie was to him. Rachel and her parents arranged the flowers nicely around her tiny body. Billy cried in his parents' embrace, vowing to never love again. And Laurie just looked so lost without her baby girl. Michael had half a mind to stab himself repeatedly until he died. The grief and guilt were too much to deal with. Then when he saw her, Michael felt the last bit of his very soul die a painful death.

There was little Jamie Myers - heiress to the Myers clan - lying dead in a pearl white coffin. Her burial dress was a fairy princess costume. She looked so peaceful laying there. And that was what hurt Michael Myers the most. The fact that she looked so beautiful in her eternal slumber. The Shape could not take it anymore. He could not suffer his anguish in silence any longer.

"No! NO! NOOOOOOOO! OH GODS WHY!? WHYYYYYY!? PLEASE TAKE ME INSTEAD! I WANT TO GO INSTEAD! JAMIE, PLEASE COME BACK!" Wailed Michael.

Michael crumpled to his knees in grief. He laid down in the middle of the floor a broken man, crying. Around him, the wake faded away into nothing; and the house soon became a red, hot boiler room. Michael's thoughts were broken, when he heard a dark chuckle.

"Hahahaha. In all my days as a demon; I never thought I'd get to see a boogeyman cry." Came a rough, male voice.

Michael looked up and calmed himself down. Tears were still running down his face. His quickly wiped the away.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"That is for me to know, and for you to find out Myers."

Michael was loosing his patience for this interloper on his subconscious. He stalked around the huge boiler room looking for the mysterious challenger. For his sake, nothing better have happened to Jamie.

Oh boy a cliffhanger. Reviews are love!