Michael Myers Collection

Forced to Watch s/o Die

Request:  Michael being forced to watch their s/o die and not being able to do anything to stop it :D

Warnings: Heavy Angst/violence, reader dies, shot by home intruder

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✧ It was only a matter of time before he heard the gun shot from inside the house. Not only a few seconds before he stepped in from the back porch had he seen the events unfold before him. The intruder, out the front door, not intending on closing it. You, slumped on the kitchen floor, not saying anything but clutching your side in pure agony

✧ He had never had such a primal instinct to chase and kill that he did in the moment, but more important things needed to be attended to. Michael's rage practically seething through him as he tried to help you. His hands were aggressive as your body tried to keep up with his vigorous attempts to get you standing straight and sitting in the chair

✧ He was crying. Michael was crying. This was the most emotion he had felt in twenty some years and it did not feel good to him. For once he wondered why he couldn't have felt your love this strong, of something else. Why this agony? Why did it hurt so much more than any of his physical wounds?

✧ The blood sputtering out of your mouth only worried him more. He knew that when that happened nothing could be done to help you. He was no doctor but knew just what had happened and where you had been shot to make you bleed that much

✧ Michael had also never shushed or lulled someone like this before in his life. Never had he cared about anyone dying before him, especially in his arms. His attempts to keep you alive still aggressive. He could not and would not face letting you split away from him. You were his and that was it. Death taking you away from him infuriated him to no end

✧ Both of his hands would go from holding your face up to him, shaking you slightly and groaning for you to stay with him to rubbing up and down your shoulders to him checking all over your body to brushing your hair out of your face to looking at your wound every now and then. It was only a matter of time before you were gone and lying limp in his hands

✧ The cries and groans from Michael sounded almost inhuman. They sounded of pure agony and torture, which is what is was to him. This town was going to pay and feel the true wrath of Michael Myers. His anger never again to be brushed off. Halloween was for one night, but his anger was forever