Punisher vs Michael Myers

Punisher War Journal October 31, 1988

I've spent three months in Haddonfield waiting for New York to quite down. Even though the cops were corrupt working with Yakuza slavers the NYPD didn't appreciate a half a dozen of their own being blown up on that cargo ship. The town was quite though I listened every night on my police scanner still. Mostly domestics minor vandalism, no one who needed to be punished. That all changed on Halloween.

Of course I heard the stories about Michael Myers killed one sister when he was a little kid. Came back fifteen years latter to finish of the other one, his doctor stopped him but not before he butchered a dozen or so people. The call went out over the radio, the sheriff's station was massacred Michael Myers was the suspect. I got my M-16, two pistols plus a machete I grew fond of ever since the business at Camp Crystal lake.

I was going to the sheriff's station until I heard of a protection detail at house. Figured they were protecting whoever Myers was after and the one deputy wasn't gonna cut it. I was right Myers killed the depute and was about to run through a pretty tall blonde with a fire poker before I put a round through his masked skull, he dropped like a puppet with his strings cut. I shot the lock off the door and entered. Three other kids came running down, a little dark-haired girl dressed as a clown with a older redhaired girl right behind her. The third was a teenage boy with a shotgun pointed at me.

I take my finger off the trigger and hold the rifle by the stock. "Relax kid, I'm here to help." I said.

"Is he dead?" The boy asked.

"You can't kill the boogeyman." The little girl says. As if on cue the masked creep sits up even with a smoking bullet hole in his temple. He hucked the fire poker at the kid like a spear, it punched through his guts and he drops screaming. I leveled my weapon at the creeps skull, he grabbed the barrel and yanked. I fired a round that hit nothing but floor. I lost my footing and grasp of my rifle falling right next to the poor kid with the fire poker in his stomach. I rolled to my back, Michael tossed the M-16 through the window shattering more glass and pulled out a butcher's knife from the back of his belt.

The kids' double barrel was in arms reach I grabbed it and pulled the trigger. Myers was right on top of me the blast blew him back. I stood up dropping the shot gun and drawing one of my pistols.

"Get him out of here!" I said to the two older girls. They picked him up and dragged him groaning out of the house, a trail of blood behind him. The little girl was still standing even as the redhead called her to come.

"You can't kill the boogeyman," she said with tears in her eyes. "My mom tried and she couldn't."

"Look kid this isn't the first monster I've killed," at that point it was dozens of literal monsters hundreds of figurative ones. "This one will be punished. Now GO!"

She ran, Michael was tumbling towards me his mechanics jumpsuit drenched with his own blood. I fired five rounds into his chest and he kept coming. He slashed and stabbed wildly forcing me down the hall. One slash caught me on the bicep, and then I remembered the creep with the hockey mask at Crystal Lake. I unloaded the rest of my gun into Myers arm. His hand was barely hanging onto his wrist by the time I was done and I could see wrist bone and muscle exposed, he dropped the knife and my pistol clicked empty. He grabbed me by the neck with his good hand and squeezed. I could feel the bones in the back of my neck crack. Myers pushed me back to a wall and lifted me off the ground.

I couldn't pull his fingers off with my hand and I don't think gouging his eyes out would do much good. I went for my second pistol pulled it out and fired twice in each knee. I felt the creeps grip slacken and we both fell I coughed, and the room was spinning. I could barely make out the knife as Myers tried to bury it in my skull. I rolled just as he stabbed down the knife biting deep into the wood. I leveled my pistol and blew Michael Myers hand apart.

I stood up the room still spinning stars exploding in my eyes. Michael was breathing heavily, trying to reach form me with ruined hands, crawling on ruined knees. I dropped my pistol and drew my machete. My first swing cut through the meat but didn't go through the bone. It took three hits before the head was off. I wrapped it in my coat and walked outside. The sheriff was there hugging the tall blonde girl the redhead and the little girl were trying to stop the boy from bleeding out. When the sheriff saw me a he let go of the blonde a drew his revolver.

"Freeze!" He shouted. I stopped. "Drop your weapon." I did.

"Daddy," The blonde said. "He saved me. He saved all of us."

"What's in the coat?" The sheriff said calm. His finger off the trigger but the revolver still trained on me.

"The kids probably shouldn't see it."

"It ok," The little girl in the clown costume says. "I'm not afraid anymore."

I put my coat down and opened it up. I kept the mask on the head figured it was more his actual face than the one he was born with.

"It's over," I heard behind me. It was on old man short bald with a burn scar on his face. He walked up to me with tears in his eyes. "Thank God it's finally over." Her wrapped his arms around me now this I wasn't expecting. I don't get many thank you's for the job that I do.

"That's enough doctor." The Sheriff said. Now it made sense Dr. Loomis was Myers doctor fought like hell to keep him locked up and when he got out fought like hell to put him in the ground.

"Look thanks for everything you did here tonight but I have…"As soon as the Sheriff points his pistol at the ground I grab it and push him hard. "What the hell?"

"My name is Frank Castle your probably know me better as the Punisher. Heard what was going happening on my police scanner figured you guys had your hands full."

"We did now what?" The sheriff asked.

"Keys." I say. He tosses his cruiser keys to me. I open the chamber of the revolver and dump the bullets out and toss it over the house. "I'm sure the state police will bring your car back with a full tank."

I walk away and start the engine. I look back the Sheriff is helping the boy, Loomis and the little girl are waving me off. I wave back and drive.