HELLO, everyone, So yes, t'is now way past Halloween itself obviously, but now that our email alerts are FINALLY fucking back after over a month of being down, I can at last begin to post back on here again. And as I've done and have certainly enjoyed, but also been VERY freaked out by every one which I can certainly say for VERY sure indeed, and all thanks to the very trustworthy and truth emitting words of our King and brother of all Aragorn Elessar, for the very first ever time myself the five appropriate and great plot bearing editions of the 'Halloween' franchise itself, what better way to start it than this one of my recent works.
And ever since our Indian homeland originated brother has featured the franchise and its main monstrous megalomaniacal heartless mindless soulless piece of evil creation Michael Myers in his brand new fic 'Heroes Coming Together', which is how I've now come to see the appropriate movies themselves at last, I've been so irresistibly, so MAJORLY strongly irresistibly at that, giving myself the question "Just WHO could well and truly take on and end Michael on a VERY permanent basis?" And the answer to that, guys, is just ONE person, ONE man, who well and truly carries and bears EXACTLY the skills you could need for such a task, and that person... is John Wick, yes, HIM, our legendary infamous indestructable almost wholly invincible Keanu Reeves 21st century action movie superstar, who Keanu himself has delivered absolutely AMAZINGLY ever since film 1 in 2014. If ANYONE can best and ultimately annihilate Michael Myers from the face of the Earth, it's him, John Wick.
So, allow me to present exactly that, the Boogeyman vs the Boogeyman Killer/Michael Myers vs John Wick, I hope EVERYONE enjoys themselves very much whilst reading this, YES, aye. As to where we're setting this great battle, it's during the last ten minutes of the second edition to the 21st century trilogy, being of course 'Halloween Kills', when Jamie Lee Curtis character legend Laurie Strode's daughter Karen leads the sick monster away from Allyson to where the mob is waiting, but we'll start it off with when Laurie, in the hospital, learns of Michael's escape from her burning house via this timeline's grown up version of Tommy Doyle. And with where the John Wick movies are concerned, imagine that all four movies have happened as they did, no changing their amazing action stuffed plots here, NO, sir, but John is still VERY much alive after film 4's events, which I really REALLY hope against hope IS the case IRL, cos after all, NO ONE can well and truly kill John Wick.
I do not own 'John Wick', 'Halloween', or any of the characters within either franchise
"Laurie!" Laurie Strode heard Tommy Doyle call out desperately from outside her hospital room.
"Tommy, you can't go in there," Karen tried to argue back.
"Tommy?" Laurie said, upon hearing the man who, as a kid, she had defended and saved from Michael all those years ago in '78.
"Tommy, you can't go in there," Karen's voice repeated, trying to keep him away from her still recovering mother, but he came bursting through the doors, Karen right behind him.
"Laurie, Laurie." Tommy said as he came up to her bed, sheer desperation on his face. "He killed Marion. And he killed Lindsey too," he burst out, letting loose on what happened during the last few hours to his two fellow Haddonfield citizens.
"What?!" At that, pure horror came over Laurie's face- it couldn't be. She and Karen and Allyson had left him to burn to death in her home. There was no way Michael could've escaped, after all this time, four decades of preparing, waiting, and ultimately battling and besting him... it couldn't be happening again. Unless, and judging by that they had seen fire crews heading for the house on their way here to the hospital... She looked to Karen. "Karen?" she demanded of her daughter.
"We didn't know for sure," Karen answered pleadingly, shaking her head, "I didn't know what to tell you. Mom, I just want you to be OK."
"Listen, I just want you to know, that when he gets here, I'm gonna fucking kill him," Tommy tried to assure Laurie, as if anything could properly do so at such a time as right now, "Because 40 years ago, when I was a kid, you protected me. So tonight, I'm gonna protect you. OK?"
"Nurse," Laurie called, the young woman concerned looking over to her. "You know, I appreciate you, but could you get out, please? Like, get out now?" Laurie ordered, Tommy helping by nodding and gesturing with a hand, the nurse doing as she was told.
As soon as she had done so, Laurie addressed her daughter and the man she had saved as a kid again. "We had him. How did he escape?" she demanded of them.
"I don't know. I don't know," Karen answered.
"What do we do? We don't have the police support," Tommy added desperately.
Laurie's face hardened with sheer determination and hatred. "We fight," she responded with, "We always fight." She turned to Karen again, "Give me your phone." At first, Karen didn't responded. "Now. Give me your phone," Laurie demanded again a little louder.
"Why, mom?" Karen asked, hand going into her trouser pocket and bringing out her phone. As soon as she reached out her hand, Laurie snatched it from her, unlocked it and went straight to the Phone App on the screen.
"Laurie, what are you doing?" Tommy himself asked, just as curious as Karen as to what Laurie was up to.
"There's only one way we can end this, permanently, for good," Laurie growled, her fingers typing in a number, "One man I know who can get rid of this fucker once and for all."
"What man, Mom? Who're you referring to?" Karen asked.
Laurie looked up. "Baba Yaga," she answered with simply. At the confused looks which came over the other two's faces at the words, she added further with, "He's the one you send to kill the fucking Boogeyman." And with that, Karen and Tommy looking on, she pressed the Call button and raised the phone to her ear...
New York
Hearing his phone's ringtone, and his beloved pitbull raise its head and whine in response to the noise, the man reached for the phone with his right hand, whilst stroking and reassuring the dog with his left. Seeing the number on the screen, one he didn't recognize, the man remained as he was for some seconds, silently considering, and then answered it, raising it to his ear. "Wick," he gave in simple response.
"John, it's me," a woman's voice answered at the other end of the line.
Recognizing the voice of Laurie Strode, the woman from Haddonfield who, back when she was younger in 1978, had been terrorized by the masked evil known as Michael Myers, and who had killed half a dozen people including his own sister when he was a kid, the man known as Baba Yaga, or to use his real name, John Wick, straightened up from the position he was currently sat on his sofa. "Laurie," he said.
"It's Michael," Laurie went on, "He's here, John."
At that, John shot to his feet. "What? How?" he demanded, "I thought he was meant to be heavily institutionalized at Smith's Grove Psychiatric Hospital for the last 40 years since his apprehension back then. You told me that yourself when we last met each other."
"He was," Laurie explained, the hatred plain to hear in her words as she spoke, "But he escaped when the bus he was being transferred on, together with some other crazed mentally minded bastards, to a max-security place crashed last night. And now..." Laurie paused, John distinctly and expertly hearing her gulp before she began carrying on, "He's killed again. 30 people, John, 30. That's how many we've now lost over here in Haddonfield these last 24 hours since he did so.
"I'm on my way," John responded, "I know what it is you want of me, Laurie. And if it means ridding the world of this sick motherfucker for good, I'll gladly do so."
The moment he finished the last word, John heard Laurie emit a long sigh of relief. "Thank you, John, thank you so much for doing this," she said.
John nodded, "I'm on my way." And he rang off, turning to his beloved dog. "Sorry, boy," he said in a fatherly tone, fussing over the animal and stroking its head, "There's something I need to go and do." The pitbull gave a despairing look, but John smiled and assured it. "I'll be back, don't worry," he said, then looked down at his current wear, consisting of blue jeans, white t-shirt and black plimsolls. "Think I'll need a change of clothes first though," he remarked.
(And now we come to the BIG event, the starting moment being when, in the HK film, Karen has led Michael to the mob)
Michael saw his mask in the road, and moved forward onto the tarmac so that he was standing over it. But then, he turned as the headlights of two vehicles, a red car and a blue and white van, crashed on, illuminating him, and revealing Karen, Leigh Brackett, Tommy Doyle and others of Haddonfield residents who made up the mob that had been organized in the hunt for the terror who had returned to curse them and their town with his evil after all these years, all of whom were armed with whatever.
"Gotcha," Karen hissed, as two open backed trucks came roaring in, tyres screeching as they were halted by their drivers, the rest of the mob both vehicles were carrying disembarking and joining the rest as they moved in on Michael, who stood where he was, watching with his usual expressionless face.
"Hey, Michael," Leigh Brackett said, "It's Halloween. Everyone's entitled to one good scare."
But then, as everyone braced and prepared to attack, their attention was drawn by the sound of another vehicle suddenly arriving with a screeching of tyres, halting abruptly behind the two vehicles Karen and her part of the mob group were standing in front of. It was a grand looking 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429, and as they watched the driver's door and someone slowly got out and closed the door. It was clearly a man by the bodily figure shape, but who exactly it was no one could tell as he was currently hidden by shadow.
"Everyone get the hell away from here," the new arrival spoke, "I will deal with him."
"And who the hell are you?" one of the men in the mob demanded.
The figure now advanced slowly forward, and as he stepped out of the shadow into the light of the vehicles, his own one included, everyone found themselves looking at a man dressed in a black suit and tie and leather shoes, his shoulder length hair also black, face sporting a patchy beard.
"Holy shit," Brackett gasped in shock, "John Wick."
John turned to him. "Yes. Me," he responded with simply.
"You're the one who Laurie sent for!" Tommy added in further shock at actually seeing the legendary hitman assassin there had been rumours about for the last few years, the one who had single-handedly, as an unstoppable almost invincible one-man army, wiped out dozens of all sorts of scumbag and criminal peoples, as well as enemies sent to kill him and all the members of the people he once been employed by.
"The mysterious Baba Yaga mom mentioned," Karen exclaimed herself.
"Who the fuck is this guy, huh?" another of the mob demanded, the rest of them having never heard of this man who had suddenly arrived out of nowhere.
"He's the one you'd send to kill the fucking Boogeyman," a still majorly stunned Brackett answered, "He killed three men in a bar with a pencil, a fucking pencil." At that, mouths dropped open in shock. "And went on a massive killing spree on his hunt for a Russian scumbag's son simply because the bastard stole his car and killed his dog a few days after his wife died of cancer."
"Correct," John confirmed, now turning towards the unmoving non-responsive Michael, "Now leave him to me. I will end this, for good."
The majority of the mob looked to each other, unsure of what they should do. But when Leigh Brackett gave the order of, "You heard him. Let's go, move, get the fuck away", everyone obeyed at once, moving off to both sides of the road, well away from the scene, leaving Michael and John alone between the parked vehicles.
I Need a Hero from 'Shrek 2' plays
As Michael slowly reached down and picked up his mask, then straightened back up and pulled it back on and over his face, right hand still keeping ahold of his bloody bladed knife as he did it, John advanced, step by step, towards him, at the same time flicking his right hand and allowing his own knife to appear. "It ends tonight, Michael," he growled.
As John neared him, Michael lunged with his knife hand, only for John to grab his wrist with his free left hand. For several seconds, John successfully held off Michael's attack attempt, but then Michael managed to complete it, John grunting as part of Michael's knife went into the top of his left leg, and then pulled himself backwards, expelling the other man's blade from his leg.
Then John, still keeping a tight hold of Michael's knife hand wrist, used his own momentum against the other man and managed to push him back against one of the parked cars. Then Michael managed to break his arm free of John's grasp and slashed at John's head, only for John to expertly block and push it down with his own left arm, and at the same time deliver a powerful right hand punch to Michael's gut, followed by another from his left, the two moves causing Michael to bend at the knees briefly.
Then he lunged straight back up and swiped again at John, but the former hitman grabbed both the evil being's wrists with his hands, and as he stepped sideways with his right leg brought them together and crossed over one another, then twisted his body round and bent at the knees, sending Michael rolling over his shoulder and down onto the tarmac on his back.
As John straightened back up, Michael got to his own feet again, John making the first move and slashing at Michael's stomach with his knife, giving him a cut. Then Michael blocked a second attempt, knocking John's arm out the way and slashing with his own weapon, but John ducked it and got behind him, blocking another attempt via backhand move from Michael with his right hand and trying another attack of his own, only for Michael to smash his hand into John's right wrist and rid him of his own knife, the weapon clattering to the ground.
John however got revenge for that as he grabbed Michael's left wrist with his right hand, and then used his left hand to bring the other man's own right arm over his shoulder and delivered a left knee strike to Michael's other wrist, letting go at the same time. He then followed up with a powerful stomach punch, a downwards elbow job between the shoulder blade, and then a right leg kick to Michael's left, and then, still keeping a tight hold of the other man's right arm with both hands as he did so, forced him round a hundred and eighty degrees and delivered a right knee strike to the chest. But then Michael landed a left hand punch to John's leg, momentarily stunning John enough for Michael to break free of John's grasp.
John then blocked another right hand knife attack by Michael with his own, then knife striked Michael's neck with the same hand, the move causing Michael to briefly bend downwards to the left. Then he lunged again at John, but John ducked and straightened back up, then grabbed Michael's sleeves with both hands and delivered several powerful knee strikes into the evil being's stomach and chest, moving them both backwards and forwards as he did so.
Michael tried to break free with a left hand hook into John's right ribs, which did no good to loosen John's grip. He then tried another move, a right knee strike into John's left arm which caused John to let go with that hand, but only that one, for he still kept ahold of Michael's left sleeve with his right hand, and now he used it, twisting his body down and around and sending Michael in another roll over his shoulder down onto the road again.
Now, as if John's repeated successes of not being to die at his hand had fully gotten to his mind, Michael went all out at John, slashing and stabbing at the hitman with everything he got, but John evaded all of it, moving back and blocking when he could, making sure his attack hand didn't get in range of Michael's knife, even doing so when Michael tried a sweeping move at his feet with his right leg, which again was successfully avoided by John.
Then as Michael tried yet another right hand swing, John grabbed his wrist with his left hand, and with his right grabbed Michael's overalls, pushed the evil being back a little and allowing him to switch his right hand's position to Michael's left wrist, then once more twisted sideways and down, sending Michael back onto the tarmac. But this time, John didn't fully let go, both hands gripping Michael's knife hand and wrist in a vice like hold as he forced him back onto his feet and, hands adjusting to grip Michael's shoulders, pushed him back against of the trucks, teeth gritted, face full of hatred driven determination.
Michael punched the area of John's left leg he'd managed to stab earlier, John grunting from the wound's pain and so causing his grip to loosen, allowing Michael to try another backhand slash at his face, which John ducked and then seized ahold of Michael's shoulders again. But then as he pulled him away from the truck he'd backed him up against, Michael stabbed out again and again with his left hand, John having to let go of Michael's left shoulder and use his right hand to defend himself, blocking Michael's attempts every time and landing a punch to the other man's chest, then took ahold again of both of Michael's shoulders, twisted round and lifted Michael off his feet as he thew him against one of the trucks, a heavy thud sounding out as Michael impacted the vehicle and then fell yet again back down onto the tarmac.
As he got back onto his feet, he lunged with a right hand stab, which again John avoided expertly, doing the same with a backhand attempt. And now, having finally had enough, John front kicked Michael in the stomach, and as Michael stabbed towards his face grabbed the other man's right wrist and hand in both his own, twisted round a hundred and eighty degrees and at the same time rested Michael's arm on his shoulder, then pulled it down with all his might, hearing to his satisfaction the sound of Michael's arm bone breaking. And as Michael's grip on his knife broke, John, still keeping a tight hold of Michael's arm with his left hand, grabbed the weapon in his right, twisted back round and lunged forward, the blade going into and through its former master's left hand.
Finally, John pushed Michael back against one of the two trucks, and as he did so used the evil being's own effort against him, pushing his left hand, out which the big knife still protruded, against his chest, the blade's tip entering and into Michael's heart.
Michael slid slowly to the ground and lay slumped against the truck's wheel, as John, breathing heavily, yanked out the knife and dropped it, then straightened back up and reached into his suit jacket with his right hand, pulling out from inside it a gleaming beautifully crafted bladed Samurai sword. He twirled it for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of its grip, before then taking it both hands and, raising the weapon above and behind his head like the traditional Japanese Samurai warrior, moved so that he stood right in front of the defeated Michael.
"Goodbye, Michael," John growled through gritted teeth, and swung the Samurai sword in a powerful expert's right swing, the blade cutting through Michael's neck like a hot knife through cold butter, the masked head flying into the air as the now headless body fell to the road, blood flowing from the neck. But John didn't stop there, and as the head came back down towards him sliced up and sideways with the sword, the head of Michael Myers coming apart in four neat bloodied flesh pieces and landing at John's feet.
The Haddonfield Terror was finally, permanently, dead.
John remained where he was, breathing heavily with the effort of the fight he had just had, and then became aware of the Haddonfield residents slowly making their way forward to rejoin him, all of them unable to fully take in and believe what they had just borne witness to- the masked menace, who had terrorized their town fourty years ago, and killed five people that night so changing five families' lives forever, and all this time later had escaped prison again and returned to continue his evil driven killing spree, bested and forever ended at long last by the individual known as Baba Yaga, the Boogeyman killer.
"My god," Tommy Doyle breathed, staring wide eyed and slack jawed at John, "You really are what the rumours all say full well about you."
John nodded, replacing his sword back inside his suit. "Where's Laurie?" he asked, "I think she should hear about this directly from me."
"I'll take you to her," Karen answered offeringly.
Laurie sat on her hospital bed, wondering what on Earth could be happening right now ever since she put in the call to John Wick, pleading for his help with the new situation brought on by Michael's escape from her burning house, when the doors opened, and the man himself came in and stood there in full view, Laurie's eyes widening at seeing him as she too stood up.
"John?" Laurie said.
John nodded. "It's over, Laurie," he answered, getting straight to the point for he knew that that was what she would be hoping to hear amongst all other things at this time, "You and everyone won't ever need to worry about him ever again. It's over, for good."
At that, Laurie emitted a long breath of sheer relief, allowing the fear, pressure and anticipation she had had bottled up within her for the last fourty years thanks to Michael's existing presence in her life ever since that fateful night in 1978 to escape from her old woman's body, knowing that at last, she and her family and the rest of Haddonfield would never have to live in fear of this monster, who was nothing but an empty shell of pure humanless evil, ever again.
She held out a hand. "Thank you, John," she told him, tears coming into her eyes, "Thank you so much for doing this."
John stepped forward and took her hand. "Just doing what needed to be done, Laurie," he said, "Including an old friend." They both chuckled at his way of saying 'You're welcome', and then Karen, Allyson and Tommy came hurrying in.
"Grandma," Allyson exclaimed as she and mum Karen came over and embraced Laurie, Laurie allowing her tears to break loose as she hugged her daughter and granddaughter tightly, Tommy with a relieved smile on his face as he and John both silently observed the reunion, the women remaining as they were for some time before, enjoying the sense of absolute relief and freedom they and everyone could now look forward to so much without any fear at all ever again from the presence of Michael Myers.
At last, they all looked again to John. "Thank you, John. For everything," Laurie told him.
John nodded. "You know where to find me, Laurie," he said, and with that he left the room, allowing the doors to close behind him.
Tommy now turned to the three women. "What now, Laurie?" he asked of the matriarch figure.
"Now, we rebuild," Laurie gave simply, Tommy, Karen and Allyson all nodding in agreement.
New York, later on
At the sound of the door opening, the pitbull, with a bark, excitedly ran into the hallway, its master stepping in, smiling at the sight of his beloved canine companion coming to greet him.
"Hey, boy," John said, bending down as the dog came to him, fussing over it as it did the same to him, "Told you I'd be back, didn't I?"
And hey presto, the full works of my successful completed in time for the year's spooky time, now a few weeks ago, and after doing the appropriate ones of the 'Halloween' movies themselves, Halloween special. Last year, it was some Narnia/'Merlin' crossover fun thanks to a certain 'Merlin' season 3 episode, this year, it was time to go bigger, with Keanu Reeves vs the Boogeyman- hope everyone THOROUGHLY enjoyed themselves with the final result, which also corrects and prevents HK's heartbreaking and unbearable last few minutes in canon from ever happening too, YES, sir.
And on that note, see you faithful guys next time with a brand new update on whatever, one of which I can very well reveal, and hopefully to be up and started in time for my big day of turning 27 years of age next Wednesday, a BIG and special crossover I just can't resist doing after having been doing the Buffyverse for the first time ever myself this last year going from last autumn, AND thanks to seeing the absolutely WOWSOME crossover episode in the show of 'Supernatural' between it and Scooby Doo. So keep an eye for THAT from me, fellow Buffyverse and Scooby Doo watchers, YES, aye.
Until then, adios amigos, from Max/Flashraven