DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.

Prologue part 2

Italics- Flashbacks

Bold -Underlined- Michael's writing

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(Eleven years later)

Kat=18

Michael=21

I always visited him on the days his mother and Dr. Loomis weren't there. My visits were our well-kept secret; it was far too easy to get the staff to keep their mouths shut, though I never understood why. It wasn't hard to get to the sanitarium either: daddy dearest never noticed the money in the savings jar disappearing and my appearance made it simple to take the bus.

At first, he was happy to see me and we would sit in the cafeteria for hours. Every week, he had a new mask for me and was pleased when I wore it. But soon, he began to grow distant and eventually he shut down completely, never talking and rarely showing emotion. Then, he killed a nurse and at that moment, the Michael Myers I grew up with ceased to exist. But I never left him, and not once did he push me away.

As the years passed, I watched him grow up behind a mask that, no matter what design or creation, always showed his stormy blue eyes that would sometimes turn black, but would always soften when I was near. It was no secret that I had fallen in love with him, even he knew it. I didn't care how wrong or inappropriate it was, he was still the boy who protected me from bullies, taught me how to fight, and spent weeks saving money so he could surprise me by buying a dagger that I wanted because it looked just like my grandmother's.

It was on my 18th birthday that I found out his true feelings for me…

I came in not long after Dr. Loomis left. A nurse named Sally, who had long since become a close friend to me, informed me that it had been a tough session and Michael was NOT in a good mood. He sat in the empty cafeteria, still chained to the table, by his wrists and ankles so he couldn't lash out. Again.

"Hey Michael," I smiled as I sat across from him. He seemed to relax as he stared, vacantly, at me, "Sorry I'm late. My aunt decided to visit and spend the weekend for my birthday. I had to wait until she went to bed before I could sneak out,"

He motioned for something to write with and I took a pad and pen from my purse, handing it over. He scribbled out his response and handed the pad back to me,

I remember
I have a gift for you

"You made me something?" I asked in shock at his uncharacteristic gesture. His response was a simple nod as he handed over a wad of napkins he had kept hidden under his folded hands. I couldn't contain my excitement as I pulled away each napkin until I found a small, crimson, paper-machete ring that would fit perfectly around my finger. I was speechless as I watched Michael write something down,

Happy Birthday

"I don't know what to say," I whispered, "It's even my favorite color," I slipped it on my left ring finger where it fit flawlessly, "What does this mean?" his gaze hardened on me and for a minute I thought I had angered him as he quickly scribbled something down,

You're mine

My heart skipped a beat as I read those two words over and over again, thinking of a response. Was this his way of saying our feelings were mutual? Looking back at his face, I saw him looking at me intently, waiting for a reaction. The chains on his wrists jingled as he tried to move his hands forward. Letting out a soft laugh, I hesitated before deciding to lean over and take one of his much larger hands in mine. They were cold, but not freezing. Was it wrong to love holding the same hands that murdered five people in cold blood?

"Michael," I sighed, "I-,"

"Lights out!" an orderly shouted as they and Sally entered the room. Aggravation was quickly replaced with heartache as I watched them take Michael away. Two orderlies gave me leering looks as I stayed close to Sally when we passed.

"Goodnight, Kitty Kat," one said, lowly and arrogantly. Since they knew my visits were secret, they took full advantage of it by giving me terrible nicknames that only became worse as I grew older.

"I thought you had a new name for her?" the one provoked, just as arrogant.

"That's right!" I ignored them as best I could, but their next words made me freeze.

"Have a good night, Halloween whore," I could faintly hear Sally say something, but I was lost in thought. Names were a common place for me since I was so loyal to a killer, but I wasn't a whore. In fact, I was the exact opposite. I couldn't let them get to me though, that's what they had wanted. Putting on my best, fake smile, I turned to the orderlies' smug faces.

"Trick or treat boys," I said in the best sultry voice I could muster and only hope it was enough to get them to shut up. It worked as they only stared at me while I walked away with Sally laughing under her breath, next to me. We entered the nurses' station and I turned my back to the other two nurses in the area and spoke quietly to Sally, so only she could hear me. I felt nervous, knowing that my next request would only further imply that I was a "Halloween whore."

"Let me stay the night," I whispered, "I need to talk to him. Don't tell anyone I am here and I will sneak out by morning," Sally stared at me a few minutes, probably wondering if I had finally lost my own mind, before pulling a key out of her pocket and giving it to me.

"I never saw you," she whispered, casting a glance at the two oblivious nurses, "Leave it on my desk in the morning," I gave her a silent thanks and slipped into the shadows to avoid any staff. For once, things were on my side.

/oo/

The key slid perfectly and I felt my confidence return. The door creaked open and I found Michael sitting on the other side of the room at a table, making wheat appeared to be another mask.

"Hey," I said, closing the door. I knew he heard me, but he didn't turn around. Making sure the door was secure; I walked over to him and sat in the empty chair beside him. He didn't look up, keeping his gaze on his mask, even though he stopped working on it. I sat back against the chair.

"Eight more weeks and it's been eleven years," I said, quietly and he finally looked my way, "In eight weeks, it would mark eleven years since you've been in here," I watched him pull over a blank sheet of paper and dipped his paintbrush into the nearby paint.

I know that

Why are you telling me?

"I don't know, I always think of this stuff. Like, for example, if none of this ever happened and you were still on the outside, we would be celebrating my birthday," I took a deep breath as another piece of paper was handed to me.

You could've come earlier

The nurses like you enough to bring a cake

I laughed, this was the most he had "spoken" or shown any kind of emotion in a very long time, "You know that Dr. Loomis can't know I come here. Last thing we need is for him to follow and question me about you."

He can't do anything

I smiled, but it felt forced; all emotion over the past eleven years since I was seven was ready to explode out of me. For once, I was alone with Michael without any kind of supervision or security cameras. He turned so he fully faced me, making it harder to control my feelings. His vacant calmness wasn't helping much either.

"You know, I used to hate you for a long time after the killings. I was alone again and teased because my best friend was a killer and he wasn't there to be my "bodyguard"," I blurted out, "I was angry and confused that everyone's worlds were upside down and I blamed you for everything, even the future,"

The Future?

"We all forgot my real age through all of this, even I did. I was still a little kid at heart even if on the outside, I had more maturity than most middle schoolers. I used to think that when we grew up, things would be easier. You or Judith would be out of the house and either way, there wouldn't be any fighting. Your mom would've broken up with Ronnie and maybe found a good man. Angel would actually have her family," angry tears formed in my eyes, "We would have been known as the Haddonfield Freaks together," I took a deep breath and looked down at my paper-machete ring.

"This ring could've been real and we would've married once I graduated, this year. Cliché fairytale, I know, but what do you expect from a kid?! It was all shattered in the end; everyone is dead, Angel is gone, and you're gonna spend the rest of your life in here!" At that point, I was crying and couldn't stop the words from pouring out.

"And the whole time, I blamed you. I blamed myself too; if I had gone trick or treating with you and went back to one of our houses to trade candy, I could've stopped you! You would have had a chance, maybe, and-," two cold hands grabbed my face, roughly, forcing me to stop talking. I was forced to open my mismatched eyes and look into his now black ones, not a good sign. It was silent as we looked at one another. He seemed completely unfazed by my breakdown and that only seemed to add to my annoyance. But what else could I expect from the "cold and heartless" Michael Myers? When I was calm enough, Michael handed me a note he had apparently written during my rant.

Not your fault

Won't be in here long

You're mine, always mine!

I didn't bother deciphering the broken messages or why he was acting possessive and completely unlike himself, "I'd hug you but I know you've never been a fan of those," I let out a choked laugh and studied my ring, "I'll tell you what, if it will appease you, between us when I wear this ring, I will consider myself Katarzyna Myers so I can't belong to anyone else," I said, jokingly, trying to lighten the tense air I had created. Part of me was hoping for a reaction while another part was hoping he would ignore me and return to his mask.

What happened next, however, shocked me to the core. Michael grabbed my upper arms and pulled us both to our feet. He had gotten much taller; I barely reached his shoulders. His grip was so tight, I was sure there would be bruises later. I had almost attempted to break free when he dipped his head down and studied my eyes, as if he were trying to see if I was serious about my remark. I froze in place; our faces were centimeters apart, our breaths mingling.

Finally, I lost control and closed the short distance between us, pressing my lips to his. He immediately stiffened and tightened his grip on my arms while I remained unmoving, waiting for a response. Before I, inadvertently, gave him the chance to contemplate throwing me across the room and away from him, I began to pull away. It was then I felt him move, pressing his lips to mine in a hard, crushing kiss that I was sure would bruise my mouth and leave me with an explanation to make up and tell my aunt later, when she saw.

I held onto the front of his shirt, unsure of what to do; he was never one for physical contact, this was definitely pushing the envelope. His hands never moved from my face, though the occasionally went to my hair, probably unsure of whether to let me go or shove me away. Mentally I was thankful he kept his hands in place, considering I kept my dagger in my waistband. A very dumb move on my part; I may have loved him, but I knew that Michael and any type of knife or blade was NOT a good mix.

After a few moments, I slowly let go of his shirt and let my hands levitate before cautiously draping them on his shoulders, which was a feat, considering I was much shorter than him. Something broke inside of his and I found myself pressed into the wall with Michael's hands gripping my waist, just above where my dagger rested. His eyes were back to blue, but looked to be edged with that familiar rage-filled black. It was a sign that he was losing control and I was not entirely safe.

"Michael," I whispered, hoping to distract him, "This is uncomfortable," to prove my point, I shifted my body away from the masks hanging on the wall. But, the movement made my body rub against his and it seemed even he couldn't contain a slight shudder. I let out a soft, almost silent moan at the feeling before he yanked me away from the wall and all but threw me towards the bed, the barely used springs quietly creaked as I landed on the mattress and he approached me predatorily.

The rest stays between Michael and I.

/oo/

Unfortunately, one night, my aunt caught me trying to sneak out again and when the weekend ended, she took me with her to California; my dad didn't even argue this time. I never even got to say goodbye to Michael…

Review! Okay next chapter is technically chapter 1 and it will have another time jump where Kat returns to Haddonfield for reasons that involve her father and an incident that took place in California. Will she run into her childhood friend who has escaped, and more importantly, will he let her live?

Until next time, read and review!