DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in any way =(. But I DO own Katarzyna "Kat", Emelyn "Emmy" and my other OCs.
AN: Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! I was so happy when I was reading the numbers, especially because it was all working out in my favor about where I wanted this story to go since the very beginning.
HOWEVER, once this Arc in the story finishes, we all may have to accept the fact that Hearts & Daggers has to start coming to an end…BUT DON'T WORRY! I have ideas for a sequel and even side stories so if everyone stays with me and wants future one-shots of the Myers clan (starring Emmy probably) Let me know!
I may even do another poll for you guys to choose from if you want or PM me. But this story has become very special to me and I'm not ready to say goodbye so don't think once this is over that I'm going to disappear ;)
Onwards with the story!
Chapter Twenty-Six
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"It might just be my mom," I suggested when I saw Cara's nervous look. We remained still as we continued to listen to the footsteps come closer towards the clearing. Maybe I should have brought a weapon with me when I came out here. Did I have enough time to look for one?
My internal question was answered for me when a shape appeared at the entrance to the clearing. Cara gasped audibly but I immediately relaxed when I recognized the large shape.
"Hi Michael,"
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(Emelyn "Emmy" POV)
I could practically feel Cara's anxiety as she pressed herself against the tree, staring at Michael's intimidating form as he stalked closer to us. I quickly ran my hands over my face to make sure I hadn't, unconsciously, started crying earlier. The last thing I needed was for Michael to pick up something was wrong. But knowing him, he already had.
He stopped a few feet away from us and turned his head to the side, waiting for me to make the next move. There was an uncomfortable silence before I heard Cara whisper my name, confusion evident in her voice. Slowly, she made her closer, pressing close to my back. I cleared my throat.
"Michael, this is my best friend Cara," I said, gesturing to the girl who had become a statue beside me, "Cara, this is Michael Myers…my dad,"
The phrase was so foreign to my tongue. Michael Myers, my dad. I never referred to him as such; he was always "Michael" just like when we first moved here, mommy was "Kat." I didn't like it; it didn't fit him. No title really fit Michael Myers unless it was "The Boogeyman."
Cara barely managed to squeak out an unintelligible response. The tension was thick between the three of us as I felt Michael's black eyes bore into mine. He seemed angry; angry at me. I wouldn't be surprised if he had seen my outburst back at Cara's house. I didn't like his dark gaze directed at me, it made me vulnerable. I didn't like being vulnerable.
Then, he knelt down and pressed his hand on the side of my leg, next to my knee which had been completely scraped up from when I threw myself against the tree. I had forgotten all about it because of my anger, but now, the dull pain was beginning to set in. I winced as he pressed a few fingers along the skin, examining it before reaching into one of the pockets of his shirt and pulling out two, small white rags; something he probably carried in case he got hurt. Taking one rag, he began to clean away the blood before using the other one to wrap around my knee, covering the wound, creating a makeshift bandage.
"Thank you," I said quietly. He stood and fixed another dark gaze on me and I felt myself break.
"Mommy doesn't believe that you won't hurt Cara and her family," I finally said, feeling Cara's nails dig into the back of my shirt as if trying to stop me from losing my temper, "I tried to tell them that you promised but mommy wouldn't listen!"
Michael took a few steps closer and Cara's grip tightened, her nails nearly piercing my skin under the fabric. I squirmed and forced her hands free before storming up to Michael, gripping the hem of his shirt, tightly, and staring into the holes of his mask.
"I don't want to lose Cara and her family. Her dads actually treat mommy nicely and are the only friends she's had since we moved out of California. Cara and her brother are the only kids in school not afraid of me and don't treat me like I have the plague! They can't leave!" I learned a few years ago I had inherited my mother's talent of being able to cry on cue, but could never understand how or when such a skill would come in handy. Until now as I let a few tears run down my cheeks. It was no secret I was Michael's weakness, even more so than mommy was, and I wasn't afraid to use that in my favor. Not anymore.
"You have to convince mommy," I sniffled for effect and felt his hand gently pat the top of my head. I tried not to let the smirk show on my face. It would give me away, "She probably wouldn't be like this if she wasn't so scared about possibly being pregnant,"
Suddenly the hand on the top of my head froze and I heard Cara gasp behind me before I realized what I had said. Damn, so close. I pulled away and looked up at his vacant eyes that were a swirling mix of blue and black.
"You didn't know about that," I said slowly. He continued to stare at me as I backed up slightly to take in his emotions better. Cara came closer and clasped my hand in hers as we all fell into a tense silence once more.
"It never crossed her mind until that Dr. Loomis mentioned it," Cara piped up and I nudged her in the ribs. Michael's eyes immediately hardened at the name and all traces of blue were gone. He spun on his heel and began to leave the clearing, seeming intent of finding something to take his rage out on. Or to track down Loomis.
"No!" I shouted and ran after him, still clasping Cara's hand. I let go and threw myself in front of him, blocking a little of his path, "If you do something now, that won't help our case with Cara's family,"
"I really doubt my dads will abandon you and your mom," Cara said quietly from her position behind Michael. She no longer seemed bothered by him, "Especially now when she seems to need them the most. Obviously if we are around you guys, we aren't in any danger because we don't treat you badly,"
"But it's not every day that you get told your child's best friend is the offspring of the boogeyman," I said, "Paternal instinct tends to take over when you believe your kid is in danger,"
"If I can convince my dads and you can convince your mom, then we should be okay," Cara shrugged, "I mean, considering we have been alone in this clearing for who knows how long and Michael hasn't harmed either of us, makes me less on edge,"
I gave her an appreciative smile before looking back up at Michael with pleading eyes, "Please, not today,"
He stared down at me for what felt like hours, his eyes never changing from their abysmal black. For a moment, I was certain that he was going to ignore me, go find someone and stab them to his heart's content. Cara came to stand beside me, keeping her eyes glued to the ground and her hand wrapped around my bicep. Finally, Michael began to move forward, but instead of pushing past us, he put a hand on each of our shoulders and turned us around, pushing us towards the trail leading back to Cara's house. I knew this wasn't over. It was too easy, Michael never gives in completely. But for now, I was forced to drop it as he led us away from the clearing.
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(Katarzyna "Kat)
Not long after Cara had left, Alex came home with a black eye and split lip, explaining he had gotten into a fight with some neighborhood kids defending Emmy.
"It's not right that this town feels it's right to pick on some little girl! She is eight years old! Who cares who her damn parents are?! That shouldn't have anything to do with her!"
After his outburst, he disappeared to his room where Oliver began to follow to get the full story.
"He's a fifteen year old boy. He was bound to get into fights at some point. Goodness knows I was constantly in some kind of fight at his age. It's only natural," Dallas had said.
"You were a reckless, rebellious, kid back then," Oliver had pointed out halfway up the stairs, "And over my dead body will I let Alex go down that road. It was hard enough reforming one bad boy; I'm not going two for two,"
"Okay, first you're making us out to be one of those stupid romantic comedies where the good girl finds a bad boy and makes him change the error of his ways," Dallas said, "Second, It only took you a year and a half to "reform" me as you put it, so it will probably take less for Alex,"
I hadn't heard what Oliver had responded, but it made Dallas laugh as he went into the kitchen for a drink. Any tension once in the house had slowly disappeared thanks to that conversation. I couldn't hide that I was grateful Alex seemed to become so protective over Emmy, seeing her as another little sister; she needed that. But the last thing I wanted was more people hurt because of us.
I was silently looking out the living room window when the girls emerged from the trees.
"They're back," I said as Dallas walked out of the kitchen and placing a glass of water on the table. He walked over to the door and opened it just in time for the two girls to bound through, Emmy nearly throwing herself at my feet and Cara at Dallas'.
"Emmy, what happened to your knee?!" I cried, seeing a bit of red bleed through the thin fabric of the crudely wrapped, makeshift bandage. No doubt Michael's handiwork.
"I sorta fell against the big tree in the clearing and scraped my knee against one of its roots," she explained, poking at the wrapping and wincing.
"Don't mess with it," I scolded, pushing her hand away and sighing, "We better get home and clean this up,"
"No need, we have some bandages in the bathroom," Dallas said, shaking Cara off his leg so he could go get them, "Then when I get back, you better have an explanation of why you lied and said you were going to the park," he directed towards Cara.
"I do!" she nodded, breathless and jumped onto the couch to wait.
"You're sure you're ready for a second one? They don't get any easier," he joked before running upstairs. I smiled before looking between the two girls, a little put off at the huge smiles on their faces. They reminded me of those old movies Michael and I would watch; the ones with the creepy dolls that had the same grins.
"You seem to be in a better mood than when you left," I muttered, lifting Emmy onto the coffee table and pulling away the rag just as Dallas returned with the first aid kit. The scrape wasn't nearly as bad as I had assumed, most of the blood had dried and except for a bit of dirt in the wound, the only problems Emmy would have was bending it for a while.
"I am," Emmy said.
"I got to meet Michael," Cara smiled and I nearly dropped the bandages.
"What?" Dallas and I asked at the same time.
"He isn't that scary. He only does bad things to people who threaten Kat and Emmy. He didn't even look at me after Emmy introduced us. So we should be safe," Cara said. I looked at Emmy for more explanation.
"Cara followed me to the clearing to make sure I was okay and Michael must have been in the area because not long after, he came and fixed my knee," she clarified, "He wasn't too happy with me though, I think he heard me yelling earlier,"
I never thought I would hear Emelyn Michelle Myers sound embarrassed. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling at how adorable she sounded. Now was definitely not the time.
"But then I slipped up," she said, looking at me apologetically. Uh oh.
"What do you mean?"
"I accidentally mentioned that you might be pregnant…" I felt the air get punched out of me as the room went silent.
"Well, at least you don't have to worry about what to tell him?" Dallas shrugged, sitting beside Cara. I finished putting on the bandage and fell back against the couch.
"I should take Emmy home and let you help deal with Alex. Besides, you probably have a lot of talk about," I finally said. Dallas sighed and nodded as Emmy and I walked to the door. I shouted my goodbye upstairs to Oliver to yelled his reply back.
"I really am sorry for dragging you into this," I said to Dallas quietly, "I know that this is the last thing you expected when you moved to a small town,"
"What? Becoming best friends to the town outcasts who happened to be involved with the local legend of the bloodthirsty boogeyman?" he asked with a small smirk and I flinched at his words, "Don't worry about it, Oliver and I always talk about needing excitement in our lives,"
I tried to smile as he pulled me into a hug, "Seriously Kat, it is a lot to take in, but you need us right now and we aren't going to disappear unless he turns his sights towards us,"
"Michael seems to favor people who treat Emmy or I badly. Or want to date me," I said, thinking of Ethan and feeling my heart ache, "Seeing as how you want neither of these things and Emmy seems to have Michael wrapped around her finger, you should be okay,"
"And that's just what we need to hear," he smiled. I smiled back before walking down the street with Emmy in tow.
"So does that mean Cara and her family are staying?" she asked hopefully.
"Seems like it," I breathed, relieved, "But they are still going to have to talk about it," Emmy nodded in understanding and we continued the walk in silence. Things weren't going to be easy, especially if I did end up getting pregnant, but at the moment, it didn't seem as overwhelming. I wasn't alone in this anymore.
Thankfully, a few days later, Dallas and Oliver would tell me they decided to stay in Haddonfield. I knew as long as they didn't interfere or do anything to betray us, they would be safe. Both things were impossible when it came to them which made me even happier.
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(A few weeks later- December 1st)
I felt weird the moment I woke up; not sick, but weird. Something didn't feel right. I looked out the window and took in the dark dreary clouds overhead, preparing for the snowstorm the news had been following for days now. Perhaps that was the reason I felt off.
I barely made it into the hallway when my stomach flipped violently and I was suddenly running into the bathroom, emptying what little was in my stomach. I panted heavily and gripped the toilet for support when I saw Emmy appear in the doorway.
"Mommy? Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I tried to smile reassuringly but that only led to another round of vomiting. I groaned and fell against the wall. I closed my eyes I tried to move, but it only made me more nauseous. Emmy shifted on her feet, looking more worried than I had ever seen her.
"I'm fine Emmy," I said.
"No, you're not," she shook her head and vanished from the room. It took another fifteen minutes before I could manage to stand on semi-steady legs and make my way down the stairs. I curled up on the couch just as I heard the sound of someone hanging up the phone.
"Emelyn Michelle, what have I told you about using the phone unless it is an emergency?" I demanded in the best stern voice I could muster.
"This is an emergency!" she gritted out and my eyes widened.
"Please tell me you did not call an ambulance," I whispered.
"Of course not!" she sounded insulted, "I called Dallas and Oliver but I forgot that they all went back to Ohio for the week to visit Oliver's parents. So I tried calling Laurie, but she wasn't home either. So, I tried calling Dr. Loomis but he is out with the police doing something," she muttered angrily.
"Seriously Emmy, it is probably another stomach flu going around," I said, "I'll be fine,"
But I wasn't fine. That entire morning I had ran up and down the stairs to the bathroom and vomiting even when my stomach had nothing left to hold it felt like. Finally, it seemed to settle down and I was able to sit at the kitchen counter, holding a bottle of water tightly.
"Perhaps it's your time of the month?" Emmy asked cautiously.
"Emmy-!" I began but immediately stopped dead in my tracks. Time of the month…when was that?
I walked upstairs to my bedroom where my calendar was. Looking passed all the assignments and engagements that were planned for the month; I looked through the month of December but couldn't find anything. Moving the calendar back to November, I looked through the dates and felt my heart stop.
November 16th
I was due back on November 16th
15 days ago.
Oh no.
I turned and ran back to the kitchen, grabbing the phone and dialing the last number called.
"Hey, it's me," I said breathlessly.
"Are you okay Kat?"
"No I don't think I am. Can you please come over? But I need you to pick something up on the way," I took a deep breath.
"What's that?"
"A pregnancy test,"
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"You have no idea how many weird looks I got when I was paying for this," Dr. Loomis said holding the paper bag out to me the moment I opened the door.
"Probably nowhere near as bad as they would have been if I had bought it," I muttered, taking the bag, "I'll pay you back as soon as I can,"
"No need," he said, patting me on the shoulder, "Why did you have to call me though?"
"Because my only other friends are out of town and Laurie wasn't picking up the phone," at his panicked expression, I quickly continued, "I called her friend and she is there currently nursing a hangover. Apparently it was someone's 21st birthday and Laurie had one too many,"
Loomis gave a sigh of relief and I made my way up to the bathroom, preparing myself for whatever was about to happen.
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(Emelyn "Emmy")
I was curled up on the couch trying to distract myself with cartoons when Dr. Loomis came in and took a seat beside me. Upstairs, I heard the bathroom door close.
"Mommy might be having a baby," I said softly, more to myself.
"So I hear," he responded, "How are you feeling?"
"If you mean do I hold any homicidal feelings towards my possible sibling, the answer is no. Despite popular belief, I'm not the exact replica of Michael," I answered sharply. I heard him suck in a breath before continuing.
"That wasn't what I meant but thank you for sharing that," he cleared his throat again, "I meant how are you feeling about possibly being a big sister?"
"I'm excited," I answered almost immediately, "I'm going to protect them and teach them everything I know, help mommy take care of them,"
"I'm glad to hear," he said and I could hear the smile in his voice.
"I wonder if this is how Michael felt when Deborah was pregnant with Laurie," I said quietly. Loomis didn't answer but I was too lost in my thoughts. How did Michael feel about becoming a big brother? Was he excited like me? Or was he dreading it up until Laurie's birth and realized how much he loved his new baby sister?
Maybe I should ask him next time I saw him…
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(Katarzyna "Kat")
The phone on my alarm went off but I didn't move from my seat on the edge of the tub. My body felt numb while my heart hammered in my chest. I was terrified to learn the results of the test. If it was positive, I would need to make a doctor's appointment to confirm. If it was negative, I could breathe a sigh of relief…
Right?
My stomach and chest both clenched at the thought of a negative result, even more so then they did at the thought of it being positive. I should be hoping for it to be negative, anything else would mean more problems in this twisted town and more danger.
I took another deep breath and finally stood on shaky legs, walking to the sink where the test sat on the edge. I closed my eyes as I picked it up, terrified of what I would see. I could feel my heart beating harder as I finally opened my eyes and felt all the air leave my body…
It was positive.
Review! I am soo sorry this is coming late again but it is currently time for Finals here so I am multitasking between all the stuff I need to do. Thankfully work gives me the down time to just sit and type haha. Next chapter we get to see the aftermath of this positive test and maybe even Michael's reaction…
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