DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.
Chapter Two
When I woke up the next morning, I felt as though I had been run over by a fleet of trucks. My muscles were stiff and my bones were aching terribly. Forcing myself out of the bed, I was careful not to wake Emmy as I wobbled to the bathroom, thankful the room had a connection to the main one.
Looking at my reflection, I finally saw what a mess I truly was. My hair was a nest of knots and dried blood that also seemed to cake the rest of my body. The side of my face was bruised and swollen from the punches and the parts of my skin that were exposed were dark shades of purple. I needed to clean myself up, but chances were the water in the place had been shut off years ago. It had crossed my mind to run down the street to see if the water still worked in my old house, but I couldn't risk someone seeing me in such a state. That would make a wonderful first impression after such a long absence.
Brushing my fingers through my hair, I tried to untangle the knots as best I could. Whatever dried blood remained seemed to blend in with my dark tresses. My face was another story; the speckles that played along my features would need water to come off, as well as the red staining my hands.
"Good morning, Kat!" I spun around and saw Emmy in the doorway, looking cheerful and as if the events the night before had never transpired. In her arms was a bottle of water and an old washcloth.
"Where did you get those?"
"They were on the nightstand when I woke up," she shrugged before handing the items to me, "Here, you look like you need them more than I do,"
"I'm gonna ignore that," I muttered, wetting the washcloth and gliding it over my face, successfully getting the blood off. I continued to clean myself, watching the dark red leave my tanned skin, before running the washcloth through my hair and catching a majority of the bloody clumps.
"Can I go explore?" I heard Emmy ask from her seat on the bathtub ledge.
"No," I answered almost immediately. The last thing I needed was for her to find any of the bodies. I would need to find a way to shield her from the carnage when we left. Looking at my clothes, which stood out against my now clean skin, I sighed knowing that it would be next to impossible to hide the stains. Suddenly feeling defeated, I began to leave the room with Emmy at my heels.
"We'll leave as soon as I'm sure no one will-," I stopped in my tracks as I saw the bed. Laying on top the covers was my black trench coat. It was my favorite and because of the length, nearly reaching my ankles, my aunt used to joke that I looked like a character out of an old detective movie. But, what was it doing on the bed? I had left it on my bed back at the motel with all our other stuff.
"I didn't know you brought your coat!" I heard Emmy exclaim.
"I didn't," A chill ran down my spine as I picked up the article of clothing and glanced around the room; first, the water and washcloth, not the coat. A small smile appeared on my lips at the thought of Michael possibly leaving them, but I quickly returned to reality. For all I knew, it wasn't Michael I'd seen last night; he could still be locked up in the sanitarium. The idea of another masked man lurking around made me feel uneasy. Again I shook my head, now was not the time to think about such things. Slipping the black fabric over my clothes, I fastened it closed. It covered all the blood except for my ankles and shoes. Running back into the bathroom, I had enough water left to scrub my sneakers to look suitable for the time being. The blood on my jeans had stained into the fabric to look like part of the stitching, as least far away. I could get away with this.
"Let's go," I said quietly and lifted Emmy's small but gangly body onto my hip, "Bury your face into my shoulder until I say you can look," she did as she was told and I grabbed my dagger that was left on the nightstand. Tucking it into my coat, I left the room. I prepared myself for the worst as I made my way down the stairs, only to find nothing. The bodies were gone, the only sign that they were once there were the pools of blood that had soaked into the hardwood.
"Can I look yet, Kat?" Emmy asked.
"When we get outside," I answered, confusion evident in my voice.
/oo/
The one thing about Haddonfield that I was thankful for was that there were barely any people out and about to see us; with school starting a few days ago, the children were at school and everyone else was working. When we finally made it to the motel, I was met with another surprise.
Ethan Sorrento, a kid I had befriended and spent my last year at Haddonfield High with, now dressed in police clothing and standing next to a squad car. My day was not working in my favor, at all. My steps faltered as we walked closer and Ethan noticed us.
"Hey, Kat," his voice was deeper that I remembered.
"Ethan," I nodded, "How have you been?"
"Can't complain; got a decent job at the sheriff's department and living the bachelor life!" he gave a boyish grin and chuckled. He gave me a quick once over and I felt my body heat up in fear of being found out.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, distracting him.
"Your dad's attorney called the sheriff when you told him what time you would get to Haddonfield. It would be too late for you to meet anyone, so they sent me this morning to come get you. I actually just got here," It was then he noticed my face and his brows scrunched together.
"What happened to you?" he began to approach me, but I stumbled back.
"Everyone always used to say how my words would get me in trouble," I shrugged and gave a tense laugh, "Let me just change clothes. I've been in this outfit since I left California," I gave another nervous laugh and grabbed Emmy's hand, rushing into our room.
"Listen Emmy," I began seriously, "No one can know about last night. It has to be our secret,"
"Duh," Emmy rolled her eyes. I sent a glare of annoyance her way before grabbing a pair of dress pants and blouse to change into. My body screamed as I peeled off my soiled clothes and pulled on the new ones. I ran my hairbrush through my hair and found my perfume at the bottom of my duffel bag, quickly spraying myself. I waited for Emmy to change into her yellow summer dress, despite the cooler weather, before we went to meet Ethan.
/oo/
"So, how did you get to Haddonfield from California? I don't see a car near your room," Ethan asked once we all piled into the squad car.
"My dad's attorney wired some money to me for plane tickets. He was a friend of the family, even though I never met him, and knew that I had no means of getting here," I replied, "Speaking of which, I thought the whole will and inheritance crap took place after the funeral?"
"Normally yes, but your dad wanted to be cremated, remember? You'll get his ashes today too," I sighed as we all feel into silence. Such a small town, even your burial plans were no secret. It was a few moments later that Emmy began to hum, softly.
"So, this is your…?" Ethan spoke up.
"Cousin, Emelyn," I replied.
"Why didn't you just leave her with your aunt?"
"My aunt died a year and a half ago. She got sick," A few beats passed before he spoke.
"I'm sorry," I didn't respond as Emmy continued to hum, oblivious to our conversation.
"Hey, let me ask you a question,"
"Shoot," he said, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Have you heard anything about Smith's Grove? About Michael?" my voice was small, which only added to my frustration, especially when he laughed.
"Why am I not surprised you would ask that?" he said, "I guess it is understandable that you don't know,"
"Know what?" Fear gripped at my heart. Had something happened? Was Michael hurt? Or was I not hallucinating before?
"Michael Myers escaped from the sanitarium. Maybe a month after your aunt drug you to California. Killed a few guards and just vanished. He only ever shows up on Halloween and kills, just to disappear again," I didn't know whether to feel elated or wary about the news. But there was one thing I was certain of: it had to have been of Michael the other night. At least I hoped it was.
/oo/
The attorney looked more like the mortician with his long, tall frame and bony hands. His face was sunken in and when he spoke, his voice was void of any feeling. How my dad and he were friends I didn't know, I didn't even acknowledge that my recluse father even had friends of any kind.
"My condolences about both your father and your aunt," he droned as he went through the papers in front of them. "The three of us had gone to school together. I'm sure they will be missed,"
"Thank you," I whispered, not sure how to answer.
"Did you receive anything from your aunt?"
"A little bit of money that I spent on rent," I inwardly flinched at how I was unable to keep my aunt's house, forcing me and Emmy onto the streets before Derek, an old school friend from senior year, had taken us in and in return I used the money for his apartment's rent. I hadn't minded at the time, but now I regretted the entire thing,
"The rest of her money was put into a trust for Emelyn," I continued, twirling a piece of my hair with my finger. I was uncomfortable in the nearly spotless office with the shuffling of papers being the only sound, except for Emmy kicking the desk as she swung her legs off the edge of the chair.
"Stop it," I hissed, putting a hand on her knees to keep them from moving. She gave a pout and slumped into her seat.
"Well, let's get started," he cleared his throat and began to read, "I, Ruben Bury, of sound mind and hearing, leave my home and worldly possessions to my only child, Katarzyna Myra Bury. In addition to the estate, I leave her my fortune of $800,000-,"
"What?!" I choked, nearly falling from my chair, "How did he earn that much?! I don't even remember him having a job!"
"You have immediate access to your inheritance," he said, ignoring my outburst, "Just need to sign a few things," he continued to drone on as I signed the papers, still trying to process the shock going through me.
/oo/
Ethan was nice enough to pick us up at the attorney's and take us back to the motel.
"Hey," I called just as he were about to leave, "Is Haney's Reality still open?"
"Yeah, but old man Haney retired a few years back, his granddaughter runs the show now," he answered, "You thinking of living here, again?"
"Yeah, but not in my old place; not a lot of fond memories there," I shrugged. The idea struck me and for once I didn't hesitate to bring it up, "What's the deal with Michael's house? Is it up for grabs?"
"Myers' House?! Why the hell would you want to live there?"
"It was like a second home to me, or even more so. I would always visit there, at least until Deborah…" I trailed off, glancing down at Emmy who swayed beside me, obviously bored by the conversation. I gave her the key and watched her run to the door and struggle a moment unlocking it before slipping inside.
"I remember hearing about Ms. Myers. It was all over the papers for a short while," his voice was somber, "Damn shame in my opinion," I nodded, not wanting to bring up Angel or what happened to her. I turned and began to walk to my room.
"You know," I turned back to Ethan's voice, "If you move into the Myers House, you'll re-establish your old reputation as the Haddonfield Freak," I was silent a moment before answering, a smile playing on my lips.
"Home Sweet Home," I said before disappearing into my room and closing the door.
Review! Okay, so I hope you are all liking it so far. This is my first Halloween fic so I am really nervous about accidentally screwing something up.
I hope I did a good job with the will reading scene because I honestly don't know how it would work. Next chapter is the first day/night in the Myers House. Hopefully, it works!
Until next time, read and review!