"No, I…have some unfinished business…to attend to here." Loomis said, smiling.
Tommy Doyle sighed as he felt that he would never see Loomis again. The man that had saved him almost 20 years ago, he most likely wouldn't see again. Tommy turned the car on and looked at Loomis one last time, before driving away.
Dr. Loomis watched Tommy drive away. Despite all that occurred, Loomis felt at peace. As if, Michael was no longer in existence. As the car disappeared into the night, Loomis felt his chin. His white beard felt more like a bad memory than it did a part of him. Loomis took a deep breath and turned around, his cane guiding him. Loomis carefully stepped down the stairs, his limp almost led to him falling down. He slowly walked to the door and entered the building. He instinctively pulled out his revolver, albeit slowly. He walked slowly, not because of his age, but because he knew that Michael survived somehow. He entered the elevator that he had taken before, in order to save Kara, as well as Jamie's baby. Loomis took a deep breath and pushed the elevator button, leading to where he had last seen Michael.
After a few minutes, Loomis arrived at his destination. As the elevator doors opened, he pointed his pistol towards the empty area in front of him. Loomis's eyes were wide open, wider than he imagined. He walked through the security door that Kara had been trapped behind once before. He peered around the corner and saw a man lying on the ground. Wynn! He walked over to the body of his once former colleague, Dr. Terence Wynn. He eyed Wynn and noticed the stab wounds, as well as the slash wounds. Loomis kneeled down and felt Wynn's pulse, but it wasn't beating. Loomis didn't know how to feel. On one hand, he felt anger towards Wynn for his plan, on the other; he felt sympathy for what could have been a child murderer.
"Goodbye, Wynn." Loomis said, softly.
Loomis stood up and began to walk down the corridor once again. He smelled something awful, so awful that he needed to cover his mouth and nose. Loomis knew that the smell was coming from a room next to him. He entered it, but couldn't handle to feeling anymore. He vomited outside of the room. He coughed and gained the courage to enter the room once again. He looked at the bodies to notice that they were all doctors. These are the cult members. Good riddance! Loomis exited the room and closed the door behind him. He walked down the corridor once more and came across another room. The door was open and he looked inside. It was a large room, filled with beakers, as well as different chemicals. Loomis noticed something on the floor, in the middle of the room. He slowly walked over to it and couldn't help himself when he turned it over. Loomis began to scream like a madman.
After Loomis had finished, he fell to the ground, on the brink of tears.
"How? Michael shouldn't be…" Loomis said, out loud to himself.
Loomis heard footsteps behind him and he knew exactly who it was. He stood up, without his cane, and turned to face the figure. It was exactly who he suspected.
"Michael?"
The figure just watched him.
"How many times can I say it, Michael? Stop this, please. How many times do I have to beg until you stop? I'm willing to go through it. Look at me, Michael. You could have killed me on other occasions, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, now could you? Could you?!"
Michael just simply stared at him, his disfigured face was making Loomis's skin crawl.
"I'm sorry, Michael. I failed you. If I'm the one you want, just take me. I don't care what you do to me, as long as it stops your reign of terror." Loomis said, raising his arms.
Michael took a deep breath and began to walk towards Loomis. Loomis had never been so scared when faced with Michael. Every other time, he had help or he was young enough to maneuver. Now, he was over 70 years old, without help, facing his adversary once again. Loomis didn't know what to do. He aimed his revolver at Michael and shot him once more, in the head. Michael stopped in his tracks and felt the blood pore from the wound in his forehead. Loomis didn't stop there, he fired five more times, hitting Michael in the head. Loomis watched Michael's brains splatter on the floor and the top of Michael's head was gone. Loomis couldn't believe what he had done. He had stopped the boogeyman. Loomis couldn't help, but chuckle to himself.
"You're reign of terror is over, Michael." Loomis said, throwing his revolver away.
Loomis walked over to Michael's corpse and began to feel the anger inside him rise. Loomis looked at his cane and then back at Michael. He noticed Michael's fingers move ever so slightly. Loomis knew he couldn't just leave. He began to stomp on Michael's head.
"DIE! DIE!" Loomis yelled, once more.
Loomis did this for a couple of minutes. Michael's head was nothing, but mush. Loomis, feeling tired, fell against the wall while breathing heavily. Loomis grabbed his chest as it began to hurt more than it would. He recognized it as a heart attack. He calmed himself down and his heart began to slow down. For a brief moment, Loomis believed that Michael's body was gone. He looked over to see Michael, who was still lying there. Loomis took a deep breath and stood up. He grabbed his cane and walked towards the door to the room. He looked back one last time, before he exited the room.
After an hour of walking, Loomis finally came across his home on the outskirts of Haddonfield. Loomis was breathing heavily after he had traveled that long of a distance. He looked at his typewriter and recognized his story that he had almost finished. Loomis walked over to his makeshift bar and poured himself a drink. Loomis took a sip and took a deep breath. A loud knocking made Loomis shudder. He looked behind him to see Tommy looking at him through the window. Loomis smiled and walked over to the door and opened it. His smile soon faded as he saw blood covering Tommy.
"What happened?" Loomis said, weakly.
"The curse…it passed to Danny. Did you kill Michael, for good?"
Loomis nodded.
"Danny just snapped. He slit Kara's throat and forced the car off of the road. When I woke up, he was gone."
Loomis put his hand over his mouth in shock and began to feel tears in his eyes. He no longer had to worry about Michael, but now, there was another victim and this time, it was a child.
"Loomis, I need your help to stop him. If we stop Danny, we'll stop the curse once and for all."
Loomis sighed and thought for a moment. He looked at Tommy, his eyes filled with tears.
"I'll do whatever it takes, Tommy. I promise you." Loomis said, to Tommy's approval.
Author's Note: In all honesty, after I watch Halloween 6, I really wanted to know what happened to Loomis as well as everyone else after the film had ended. Unfortunately, we never received the answers. I felt obligated to write this. Now I know that the writing style is a little different in comparison to my other stories, but I wanted to try something new. Now I know that it's strange that I kept Loomis alive at the end, but I feel that his story isn't over yet. I may continue this at another time, but for now, this is what I believe happened at the end of Halloween 6.