DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.
Chapter Three
It was a matter of days when I put my house up for sale and two weeks later, a lovely family from out of town bought it for $285,000, giving me more money to add to my inheritance. Mr. Haney's granddaughter, Isabelle, was reluctant to sell me the Myers House but after much persuading, she was able to get me the house for $100,000; and extremely cheap price for obvious reasons, but it was a steal that I was not going to pass up.
My next step was spending money on new furniture, paint, turning on electric, plumbing, and cable. Finally, there was the task of fixing up the place, including the hole in the upstairs hallway. When Emmy had told me the origin of the mysterious hole, I nearly had a heart attack thinking of how she could have easily fallen to her untimely death and how the rest of the floor could have given away at any point when we were leaving the house after our ordeal with Derek's friends.
In the end, my final total of money left over was $585,000 and by the end of September, Emmy and I had moved into our new home.
"I love my new room! You even painted it canopy yellow, my favorite color!" Emmy yelled as she ran into the kitchen. She had spent the better part of the day exploring every nook and cranny of the house, except the basement; she always feared them, even in the old house in California she refused to go into the cellar even though it had been fully furnished and turned into an entertainment room. There were many times my aunt threw a party with friends or for birthdays and we would have alternate keeping Emmy company upstairs. I had suggested keeping the celebrations on the main floor, but according to my aunt, the basement was the biggest room to work with.
"Canary yellow," I corrected her, "And I'm glad you like it," Emmy had jumped at the chance to take Michael's room, mainly for the easy entrance to the bathroom. I had been left to take Judith's room since the middle room was too small and I didn't want to sleep in Deborah's old room, all the way downstairs, with Emmy on the second floor.
"Do I really have to start school tomorrow?" she whined as I set her dinner on the table; I wasn't the best cook, but a box of mac and cheese wasn't exactly rocket science. Emmy huffed as she sat in her seat.
"Yes, you've had an extended summer vacation and now it's time to start second grade," I mock whined, which only seemed to annoy the little girl more. She pushed her food around on her plate, stabbing the noodles and dropping them on the other side of plate before pushing them around again, showing no intention of eating. I made myself as sandwich and stood against the counter.
"I have to start school too, you know," I continued, "I enrolled in the college nearby so that way I can get a good job and make a better life for us. So you aren't alone."
"I like my old friends," Emmy muttered ignoring me and continuing to stab the noodles, only to drop her fork and continue to pout.
"I'm sorry, but we couldn't stay in California anymore," I sighed and sat beside her, "There were bad people who wanted to hurt me," I shuddered at the thought of Derek, his now dead friends, and her.
"Apparently, there's a bad person here, but you have no problem with that," she spat angrily.
"Watch yourself," I warned, my voice firm. I didn't like punishing Emmy for her attitude, but that wasn't to say I never did it.
"It's true!" she cried, sounding desperate, as if she knew I was thinking about disciplining her. I sighed, I understood her feelings. When I left Haddonfield, I was forced to leave my own friends, not just Michael. When I was in high school, I made three more friends: Ethan, Kimberly, and Joanna. But, according to Ethan, he was the only one left; Jo was now a big shot lawyer in New York and Kim got married and moved somewhere out of state.
"I'll tell you what," I began softly, "I was able to keep Auntie's address book, which has their numbers. Be good in school and maybe we can give them a call this weekend."
"Auntie?" she muttered, "She was auntie to you," her voice was far away and I felt a pain in my chest. I should have never brought any of it up.
"Come on, time for bed," I whispered, neither of us hungry anymore.
/oo/
Emmy passed out as soon as I tucked her in. I had thought for sure she would be awake longer, nervous about the first night in a new house. But, she seemed fine, unless she was still upset with me and just wanted me to leave her alone. Slipping out of the room, I walked down the hall to my new room.
Just like Michael's old room, I had completely changed Judith's room. I re-painted the walls crimson and the new furniture was dark, mahogany brown. The new bed was slightly larger and covered with black bed clothes. The room had a bit of a sinister look to it, especially with the light from the lamp casting an eerie glow, but I liked it. Plus, it beat the old, decaying motel room and the sickly pink room I left back in California. The mere thought of either of them made my stomach spin.
Weariness fell over me as I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Sliding under the covers and turning out the light, I was asleep within minutes.
/oo/
(Michael)
For the past three and a half weeks, he watched people come in and out of his home; repairing it, fixing it up. Then they started moving furniture in and he knew that it was final; he was about to get new housemates, a serious problem. Normally, he would do what he always did when someone tried to take over his home: scare them away by acting like a ghost and moving things about, and leaving grotesque things behind, kill the family pet, or just kill the occupants all together. But this owner was different. It was Kat.
Despite all these years, she knew him too well; she would not be easy to get rid of. She never was. He had been watching her for a while as she fell back into her old childhood role as a Haddonfield freak, though as an adult she wasn't tormented, just avoided and gossiped about. She had recently enrolled herself into the college and talked to the girl, who he now knew as Emmy, about how their lives were changing for the better.
Not to mention that a month ago, he watched her take out two grown men and nearly another before he intervened, all twice her size, using only that damn dagger. No, this would not be an easy task.
Even the child was impossible; at least five times, earlier, she had nearly run into him as she explored the house. At one point, she had even tripped over his foot when she rounded a corner and he didn't move in time. But, she simply stood up, brushed herself off, and continued on her way, blissfully ignorant to the fact she had just run into a killer.
Now, there he was, in the middle of the dark hallway, making his way towards Emmy's room. If he needed any fuel to hate Kat, he had certainly found it the minute he stepped through the doorway.
The once blue walls were now a disgustingly bright yellow with butterflies painted here and there. The furniture was all white and everything was too neat and organized. One would never be able to tell a boy once lived there. She destroyed his room!
He walked to the bed and stared down at Emmy. She was swathed in white and pale yellow blankets. She held a stuffed rabbit in her arms and was sucking her thumb, a look of innocence playing along her sleeping face. It almost reminded him of his baby sister when she would be asleep in her crib and he would check on her. He gripped the handle of his knife tighter in his hand as he furiously stalked out of the room and towards Kat's room. Judith's old room.
Her room was much better than its original state, he had to admit, but that didn't change anything. He looked at his sleeping friend and began to raise his knife, only to stop with his arm in midair. It should have been easy, just like all the others: stab the girl and let the pieces fall where they may. But he couldn't. He thought of Emmy then; she had just lost her mother not even two years ago from what he overheard Kat say, meaning that Kat was all she had left. She would be alone if he killed her.
He didn't care. He shouldn't care. None of that was his problem. But the thought of harming either girl didn't sit well with him, something that never happened nor was supposed to.
Lowering his arm, Michael only continued to stare at the girl. Her face had scrunched up as she made small noises and squirmed slightly from under the blankets; she must've been having a bad dream. Suddenly, she rolled over and swung her arm over the edge of the bed, effectively slicing her hand on his blade. He stared a moment before grabbing her wrist and turning it over. There was a clean yet shallow cut on her palm, blood slowly trickling along the lines of her hand. He dropped her wrist and looked over at the nightstand where her beloved dagger rested.
Three picture frames sat on the wooden surface, behind the dagger. One was of Kat with Emmy and her aunt at the beach, though, her aunt had been partly cut out of the picture. Not surprising by how she always talked ill of the woman; Kat probably only kept that little part of her aunt in the picture for Emmy's sake. He recognized Haddonfield High in the background of the second picture. Kat stood with three other people who he assumed were friends; two girls and a boy he knew was Officer Sorrento, the same idiot who had become Kat's shadow since she arrived, making a strange anger stir inside of him.
He looked at the third picture and immediately fisted his hands.
It was of him and Kat on his tenth birthday, the last photo they had taken together. They were both covered in icing and cake from the food fight that had taken place moments earlier. They both wore huge grins, Kat missing one of her front teeth, leaving a small gap. Between them, he could see the Angel's head as she climbed the table to reach whatever it was that sat there. She too held a smile on her face. His mother had insisted on taking the picture, stating that one day they would all be grown up and laugh at the memories the photo represented.
Unable to look anymore, Michael angrily slammed the picture face down with enough force to make the dagger and other photos rattle. He heard a low crack from the frame, but ignored it. Taking one more look at the still sleeping Kat, he turned on his heel and stormed from the room, silently seething.
No, this would not be easy at all…
Review! Okay, so I know it isn't long and nothing much happened in this chapter and it was kind of boring. Next chapter we get to see Kat awake to find her hand hurt and a picture mysteriously placed face down.
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