The Voice, fully in control of Michael Myers' body, stepped outside the old Myers house. The night was unnaturally still, the air heavy with anticipation. The house stood as a silent witness to the evil that had festered within its walls for decades. Michael's figure, masked and foreboding, now carried a presence far greater than the man he once was. The Voice was waiting, patient and calculating, knowing that the Harvesting was close.
Sitting on the creaky steps of the porch, the Voice guided Michael's body into a calm, yet unnervingly relaxed posture. It folded Michael's hands together, the blade resting by his side. The alignment of the planets was approaching, and the town was already mobilizing, driven by fear and desperation. The Voice could sense them—police, armed locals, even Laurie Strode's allies—all preparing to come for him. They were coming to put an end to the terror they had lived under for so long.
But the Voice wasn't worried.
It had already calculated every possibility. Let them come. Let them gather their weapons, their plans, their hope. Once the Harvesting commenced, none of it would matter. The Voice would be indestructible for a full day, a god-like force that no human, no matter how brave or determined, could defeat.
The stars above began to shimmer, their alignment inching closer. The Voice looked up, through Michael's hollow, unfeeling eyes, and smiled inwardly. It could feel the power building, the universe itself preparing to hand over the reigns of invincibility. The Harvesting would unlock power far beyond what Michael had ever wielded, far beyond the slaughter he had wrought over the years.
The streets of Haddonfield were quiet, but the tension was palpable. The Voice could sense the fear in the hearts of the townspeople. It thrived on it. Soon, they would come, but they wouldn't stand a chance. Even Dr. Loomis, with all his experience and knowledge, would be nothing more than a fleeting annoyance once the power was fully unleashed.
The Voice thought back to Laurie Strode. She was always a formidable foe, even in her weakened state. But now… she was just a lingering piece of Michael's past. She had escaped once again, but her time would come soon enough. The Voice had allowed her to live for a reason—she was no longer the main threat. The real prize was not Laurie's death, but the total dominance over Haddonfield and, eventually, the world beyond.
As the minutes ticked away, the Voice closed Michael's eyes for a moment, savoring the anticipation. The stars would align soon. All the town's efforts, all their plans—they were inconsequential. The Voice had already won.
And so it sat, waiting calmly on the porch of the Myers house, the embodiment of unstoppable evil, ready for the final showdown. It wasn't afraid. It wasn't angry. It was simply patient, knowing that the moment of ultimate power was just around the corner.
Let them come. It was ready.