DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.
Chapter One
(Seven years later)
Kat=25
Michael=28
My breath came out in pants as I ran alongside my younger cousin. I could barely hear our pursuers' footsteps anymore, but I knew they would catch up; revenge was a powerful thing. They followed us from California all the way to my hometown of Haddonfield, Illinois; a foot chase was nothing.
"Kat, where are we going?" Emmy panted out. I grabbed my cousin's wrist and crossed the street, not answering her. Not much had changed in the seven years I'd been gone, which wasn't much of a surprise. We stopped at an abandoned, white house that time had not been too kind to; the Myers' house. It had always been a second home to me and right now, it was our only safe place.
"There you are!" I turned and saw our pursuers quickly gaining on us, the four of them huddled together. Making sure Emmy was still at my side, we ran to the front door and pushed our way in. Slamming the door, I began barricading it with any piece of old furniture I could find.
"Emelyn, go hide!" I commanded and watched the little girl run up the decaying stairs. Suddenly, I could hear them banging on the door, trying to break it down.
"Let us in, Kat!" one shouted.
"You'll pay for nearly killing Derek!" another yelled. The old furniture couldn't hold out as the door busted open. As they approached, I pulled out the dagger I kept sheathed in my waistband.
"I was defending myself! The moment I refused his advances, he tried to kill me! It wasn't like I could go back to my aunt's because she was dead," I said evenly, trying to keep my anger in check. It only took my father dying for me to finally get out of dodge with Emmy because I was the sole beneficiary for any inheritance he left behind.
"He's still breathing! He should consider himself lucky!" I continued as they surrounded me, ready to pounce.
"Artie, go find the kid," Artie nodded and made for the stairs. I went to chase after him when someone wrapped their arms around my waist and hoisted me into the air. They were stupid enough to leave my arms free, giving me the perfect opportunity to strike. I thrusted the dagger into the guy's side, just below his ribs. Screaming, he dropped me and fell. Writhing in pain, he held the wound and screwed his eyes shut. Without pausing, I stabbed him in the chest three more times and watched his body go limp. One down, three to go.
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(Emelyn "Emmy")
Her short legs were growing tired as Emmy ran down the hallway, away from the man after her. Turning the corner, she faintly heard a creak before the floor under her gave away. She let out a shrill scream as she grabbed the edge of the newly formed hole, tears pricking at her eyes. The sound of footsteps were heard and the man who was chasing her, appeared.
"Found you," he growled, menacingly, as he reached down for her. But, before he could, Emmy saw a shadow appear and pull the man back. There was a scream followed by an eerie silence. Then, the figure appeared again; it was a man, the tallest one she had ever seen, wearing a white mask and holding a large, bloody knife.
"Help," she whimpered, feeling her grip slipping. The man looked at her and cocked his head to the side. It felt like an eternity had passed for Emmy, before he knelt down and grabbed the back of her collar, pulling her up. He stood to his full height and Emmy noticed she barely reached his hip.
"Thank you," she sniffled. The man continued to stare at her until a loud crash was heard downstairs, making the man turn and walk away. Taking a deep breath, Emmy ran to catch up with him.
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(Katarzyna "Kat")
Pain radiated through my back as I was thrown and landed on the old, warped, wooden table, breaking it. My dagger had been thrown a few feet off, leaving me unarmed, and now, injured. Before I could get my bearings, I felt one of the two grab my ankle and yank me towards them. When he leaned over me, I blindly clawed at his eyes and was satisfied when he screamed and fell, holding his face. Ignoring my body's protests, I got up and ran to my dagger. Not giving him a chance to recover, I drove the blade into his stomach until he too died.
My legs felt weak as I stood, practically feeling the bruises forming all over my body. I was disoriented when my opponent grabbed the back of my hair and spun me around, before punching me in the face. My eye began to throb and I could feel the blood coming from my nose. His fist connected with my mouth and the metallic taste of blood filled it immediately. I was somehow able to stay on my feet and get my own punch in, effectively breaking his nose, judging by the crack that sounded. I was able to bury the dagger into his shoulder, but before I could stab him a second time, he grabbed me and threw me across the room, by the stairs. Groaning, I lifted myself onto all fours, only to be kicked back down. I couldn't catch my breath as I lay there and he stood over me.
"Now, you will pay," he said, gravely, as he picked up my dagger that rested by my hand and raised it above him. I closed my eyes tight, preparing for the pain and silently praying that Emmy would get out safely and find help; she was a smart girl. But the pain never came. Instead, a wet gurgling sound was heard and when I opened my eyes, I saw my assailant standing there, eyes wide and blood pouring from his chest and a little coming from his mouth. He collapsed beside me in a pool of blood and standing in his previous spot above me was another man. In my pain-filled haze, I faintly made out a white mask but nothing more. I watched him lean down and pick up the dagger, studying it carefully. Then, his gaze shifted to mine and he cocked his head to the side; a gesture done by only one person I knew.
"Michael," I croaked out, blood garbling my speech. He only continued to look at me as I was swallowed into blackness.
/oo/
(Michael)
The moment he saw the dagger, he recognized it as the one he had given Katarzyna. He looked over at the unconscious girl, bloody and beaten. He couldn't help but feel angered at his old friend's condition. Had he known it was Kat, he might have acted sooner. But, she was the last person anyone expected to find in Haddonfield.
After her birthday, when she stayed the night at the sanitarium, she had visited two more times before disappearing. He had shut down further after that so not even Loomis couldn't even get so much as a glance out of him. He knew from Kat's constant complaints and worries that her aunt wanted to take her away from Haddonfield and to California. It was the only theory as to why the girl, who had stayed at his side for so many years, would suddenly vanish.
But now, she was back. He remembered a few weeks earlier, police had been at her childhood home to take away her father who had finally drank himself to death. She must've returned to make arrangements. But, who were the idiots harming her?
"Kat!" Michael was ripped from his thoughts when he saw the little girl running to Kat. He had forgotten that she was even in the house. She had to have been a relative to Kat; they shared the same pale skin and mismatched eyes, except the girl had one blue eye and the other was darker, maybe brown. He couldn't tell. Kat once mentioned her condition was genetic and that it ran on her dad's side of the family and since Kat was an only child, this little one had to be a cousin.
"Will you help her?" the girl sniffled and pushed her dirty blonde hair from her face. Michael looked at the three dead bodies around them and thought of the one upstairs. He could easily hide them and if they were found, the crime would most likely be blamed on him anyway. Without answering the child, Michael lifted Kat in arms and began to walk up the stairs, towards his old bedroom, hearing the girl running to keep up with his long strides.
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(Katarzyna "Kat")
I groaned and squinted my eyes open, trying to take in my surroundings. My body was still throbbing in pain, especially now that the adrenaline from the fight had disappeared. It was still dark out, so I could only assume that I was out for a couple of hours. Carefully, I tried to sit up, only to grit my teeth in pain.
"Your ribs are hurt," I looked over and saw Emmy sitting beside me, "I think you need a doctor,"
"I'll be fine," I ground out. Then, I remembered who I had seen before I passed out: Michael. But, why wasn't he in the sanitarium? Or was it all a figment of my imagination?
"Emmy, did you see a man here? He wore a white mask?" I asked.
"Yeah! He was the one who carried you up here," she said. I looked around the room; the paint was fading and chipping away and most of the furniture was either broken or missing, but I recognized it immediately: It was Michael's old room. My eyes scanned the area, but saw nothing.
"Kat," I looked back over at Emmy who looked at me hesitantly, "I heard you call him, 'Michael' before you went to sleep. Is that the same Michael you always talk about?"
"Yeah, only he isn't supposed to be running around Haddonfield," I muttered.
"He seems dangerous,"
"He is,"
"Will he hurt us?" I could hear the panic in her voice.
"We should be fine," I reassured her. At least I hoped we were; seven years was a long time for someone as unpredictable as Michael to change. I watched Emmy yawn and stretch her limbs. I hadn't realized how late it was or how we hadn't been in Haddonfield for more than an hour before Derek's friends came after us. We never had a chance to rest.
"Emmy, come lay next to me and get some sleep," I said, softly. Not bothering to protest, the little girl climbed into the small bed and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Forcing myself into a sitting position, I let out a hiss of pain. Truth was, I probably did need a doctor, or bandages at least, but my first aid hit was in my bag, back at the motel where Emmy and I were staying. I was in no condition to travel back on foot and I had no car.
I was brought out of my thoughts at the sound of the door downstairs opening and closing. A few minutes passed before Michael appeared in the doorway. Slowly walking over, he towered over me, turning his head to the side. He wore a green mechanic's suit and a white mask that covered his face. I could barely make out his abysmal black eyes through the holes the mask provided.
"What are you doing here, Michael?" I asked quietly, so not to wake Emmy. He didn't move, just continued to stare at me. Sighing, I willed myself to stand, despite my body's protests.
"You and I both know you were never supposed to get out of Smith's Grove," I continued, "Loomis and the courts wouldn't allow that. It was obvious from the moment you chose to shut down and wear masks," I walked to the window, turning my back to him; which in retrospect was probably not the best idea.
"Michael-," I turned back around only to be met with an empty room. I hadn't heard anything to signal his leaving. I looked to the bed in hopes Emmy could confirm again that Michael had been there, but instead, she was sprawled across the blankets, snoring softly. I hugged myself as one question plagued my mind,
Was he ever really there?
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