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

AN: I have officially graduated high school and have the entire summer to do nothing but write! Hopefully I didn't keep you all waiting too long :3
Here is the chapter that shows Kat's past.

Chapter Five

There was silence between us for a few minutes as I gathered my thoughts; this would be the first time I talked about the incident since it happened. Even the police only got what they needed, not the ones that I had to bury inside.

"I just want to begin by saying it was all in self-defense," I clarified and Loomis nodded, waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath and began to twirl a stand of my hair with my finger, a nervous habit I had picked up when I was younger.

"I guess everything started to go downhill the day my aunt died…" I began.

/oo/FLASHACK/oo/

The hospital had become a second home to Emmy and I over the past few weeks. Ever since Auntie had caught that case of pneumonia, she never seemed to have been able to recover. It only took a couple of days before she was admitted into the hospital and her health began to drop exceptionally.

"Hello, I'm here to see Ana Bury?" I asked politely when we came to the front desk, "She is in room 302?"

"Are you a relative?" the nurse asked, typing on the computer.

"I'm her niece," she looked down at Emmy who was practically bouncing in anticipation to get upstairs.

"And the child's relationship?"

"Daughter,"

"I'm sorry, but she can't come in. There is a nice daycare center for her to stay in while you are visiting," she pointed to the double doors behind us and I felt Emmy's grip on my hand tighten.

"I don't understand," I whispered, "There has never been a problem before,"

"There has been a change in your Ms. Bury's health. It would be best if the young one stayed behind. No one should remember their mother that way," one look at the nurse's face told me everything; Auntie wasn't going to be able to hang on anymore and Emmy should not ever have to witness such a thing.

"Okay," my voice was choked as I took my visitor pass and bent down to Emmy's level, "Go with the nice nurse to the daycare. I will come get you when I am done,"

"Why can't I come?" she asked, her bottom lip jutted out in a pathetic pout. I opened my mouth to answer but the words didn't come out. Instead I gave her a hug before letting the nurse take her. I knew I owed her an explanation after this and dreaded the thought of needing to give it.

/oo/

I quietly entered the room and heard my aunt coughing up a lung. She saw me and gave a tired smile and patted the arm of a nearby chair, wanting me to sit.

"Hey Auntie," I whispered, taking a seat.

"Katarzyna, so nice of you to come again," she rasped, "Where is Emelyn?" I felt my heart sink; she never used Emmy's real name, she always had some kind of nickname for her. Mainly they were ones that didn't suit the little girl or ones that Emmy and I couldn't stand. But, in the end, they were her names for her and she never used 'Emelyn.'

"She isn't with me today," I swallowed, "It's just us," it fell silent between us as it always did. I could only listen to the beeping of whatever machine was hooked up to her frail body.

"I need to get some things out in the open," her voice broke me out of my thoughts, "I know my time is almost at its end and I know there are things unresolved between you and I,"

"Like what?

"You know everything I did was to protect you. I had to do it,"

"Do you mean taking me from my home and dragging me across the country?" I asked calmly, "I mean I know dad was pretty neglectful but I took care of myself and was perfectly fine in Haddonfield,"

"That place was evil," she said, her voice sounding stronger than it had in a while, "That boy was evil incarnate himself and you continued to stay one step behind him,"

"What?"

"Don't think I didn't know about your nightly trips to that asylum. I knew before we left, I just prayed that you would come to your senses,"

"Auntie, you only ever visited twice since Michael was committed, how do you-,"

"You would talk in your sleep and that name of evil was always on your lips. You were so anxious to leave the house at such odd hours for the most trivial things. Then you would come back, acting like a whole different person,"

"Auntie, I'm not here to argue-,"

"That place tainted you Katarzyna! You changed; you became morbid and looked at everything so cynically. The only thing you ever talked about was that Michael boy! You were always reading the gory details of that massacre, sneaking out to see him and doing heaven knows what,"

"Auntie!" I stood up and successfully stopped her ranting. The air between us was tense as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"We grew up together," I said calmly, "He was my best friend and I couldn't abandon him. I used to look into his eyes and see the same blue color that belonged to the only person who gave a damn about me. Even when his eyes turned black-,"

"Remember how I say the eyes are windows to the soul?" she asked and I nodded, confused, "His eyes are black yet they didn't use to be,"

"So?"

"That means he has lost his soul," she fell into a coughing fit and I sat back down and rubbed my temples. I didn't like arguing with my aunt when she was sick, that wasn't what I was looking for what I visited.

"Look auntie, he is locked away in Illinois and I live here in sunny California," I gave a small smile, hoping to ease her when deep down I wanted to scream, "I'm not here to argue about this. I just am here as your niece who is spending time with her sick aunt,"

"I understand,"

"And just so you know," I continued, "Whenever I visited him, I would talk and he would write his response. We just hung out," the term sounded too casual to me, but the smile that appeared on my aunt's face told me that response had just taken an invisible weight off her shoulders.

"You know I love you Katarzyna," she rasped.

"I love you too auntie," it fell silent between us again and eventually she reached over and took my hand and squeezed it. I smiled again, unable to stop myself, and squeezed back.

"Tell troublesome Emelyn I love her too," she said and I laughed a little, remembering that ever since Emmy learned about the wonders of practical jokes, she had become known as 'troublesome.'

"I hate they wouldn't let her come in. Children are meant to be at their mother's side, not in some strange hospital daycare," she ranted to herself. I shook my head at her logic, but continued to squeeze her hand.

A couple of hours later, Auntie passed away.

/oo/

Emmy hadn't spoken much since the funeral. Just as I had assumed, I dreaded when I broke the news to her. At first, she didn't fully understand and didn't react. But a few days later, when we went to the viewing, it had finally sunk in and she cried. Then she shut down and took to playing with her dolls in her room; the only time she showed any emotion was when she wanted me to tell her a story about Haddonfield. Her favorites were always of the tricks Michael and I played on Judith and Ronnie.

We had barely spent a week in our house when I realized it was going to be taken away from us. I had a dead end job at a local restaurant and had nowhere near enough money to pay the bills. We were staying at a motel until I had enough to rent a cheap apartment nearby. The elderly couple that managed the place had become like grandparents to Emmy who had seemed to become attached to them as well, leading to them becoming her babysitters while I worked.

I had been working late one night when Derek came in. He had come around a lot lately ever since he knew I worked there. He was nice enough to comfort me after my aunt died and even helped me keep Emmy's spirits up on my days off when I had run out of things to occupy her with. At the time he acted like a true friend, the friend I had known in school.

"Listen, I've been thinking," he began, sitting at the counter I was cleaning.

"About?"

"You stay at that run down motel while constantly trying to find apartments that are never showing up,"

"Thanks for putting things into perspective for me," I said sarcastically and moved to the other side of the counter as he followed me. He brushed a hand through his brown hair, nervously.

"What I'm trying to say is, I have enough room in my apartment for you two," he said quickly, "The rent is cheaper than constantly paying for your room and since I live there, you would only have to pay maybe half or less. You will have a good amount of money left over; you should be able to find a decent place in no time,"

"Derek, I don't know," I shook my head, "Plus, if it gets too bad I can swallow my pride and call my dad,"

"For what? You said he barely knew you were alive," I shrugged at his words. I was tempted to take him up on his offer, knowing the arrangement would work. Since he worked from home, Emmy could just hang out there while I worked. Plus, he had a point that I would be able to save my money better and it would only be temporary. Not to mention, he was one of the first friends I made when I came to California. I trusted him.

"It would only be a couple of months at the most," I said seriously, "I don't want to impose,"

"Impose on what? Kat, I live alone and always have too much time on my hands. There is nothing to worry about,"

"Then, I guess we can stay with you for a little bit," I gave in.

I was stupid to think everything would fall into place. I was stupid to ever agreeing to move in.

/oo/

The first eight months living at Derek's was actually nice. Emmy and I shared the second bedroom and had enough room for the little stuff we had. Emmy and Derek had seemed to get along as well while I went to work and they hung out. I had even met some of his friends who seemed nice enough, though they reminded me of the immature guys I couldn't stand in school.

It was the ninth month mark that things began to go downhill.

Derek had begun asking me out to dinner and movies every so often, always hiring a babysitter for Emmy before I could even answer. At first, I would go but always stressed it was NOT a date. But by the start of the fifth month, I realized he never got the hint and I began to work overtime and later to get more money, knowing the longer I stayed the worse it would get.

I finally had enough money to get a nice apartment not far from where my aunt lived at the end of the fourteenth month. All I needed was to break it to Derek.

"You're moving out?" he asked, shocked as I packed my bags.

"I told you it would be temporary," I told him, "I have the money to get my own place now,"

"You can't leave!" he shouted angrily, making me jump.

"First, don't shout because the walls are thin and the last thing we need is the neighbors calling the landlord. Second, I can leave and I will," I walked around him and stormed out the room when he grabbed my arm.

"Why can't you stay?! We have been getting along so well!" his green eyes were wild as he yelled angrily. I hadn't realized how obsessed he had become, "We went on those dates!"

"They weren't dates Derek! We both understood that," I defended, "I'm really sorry if I led you on, but I don't have those feelings for you!"

"Oh? And where do your feelings lie?!" he was shouting again as he charged towards me and before I could move, grabbed the chain around my neck that held the paper mache ring Michael had given me all those years ago. He ripped it from my neck faster than I could react.

"So they lie with the same person who made you this crappy thing?!" he yelled.

"It's not crappy! And what does it matter to you?!" I yelled back, "Someone very close to me gave me that as a birthday present,"

"Oh, you mean that guy you talk about in your sleep? What was his name? Mitchell? Michael? Wasn't he put away for murder!" I gritted my teeth. That was the second person that said I spoke of Michael in my sleep. What else had I said while unconscious? I narrowed my eyes at Derek, my anger coming off me in waves as he continued to talk trash about my friend. In the back of my mind, I knew Emmy was still in our room, probably woken up from our yelling, but at the moment I was too furious to care.

"You refuse to go out with me yet you are hooked on a killer!" his voice flooded into my mind as he continued yelling.

"Yeah!" I cut him off, "I won't be with you, yet I AM more than willing to involved with someone who murdered at least five people! What does that tell you?!" I screamed and I barely had time to register what a terrible button I pushed, before I felt a fist connect with my face. I fell to the carpeted floor and took a few breaths before pushing myself up again. I watched him throw my ring to the floor and step on it, breaking the frail thing. Tears edged my eyes as I stood and shoved him.

"Now I'm really leaving," I said and began to move to the bedroom to grab Emmy and our bags. I felt him grab the back of my hair and yank me back, causing me to cry out.

"DEREK, LET GO!" I shouted loudly, fighting against his hold.

"You're mine," he cried and shook me as if to get the words through me.

"I was never yours!" I threw my fist back and punched him in the face, only to have him retaliate with two punches and a kick of his own. Our screaming at each other and me yelling for him to let me go and leave was getting louder by the minute. When Emmy poked her head out to see what was happening, I told her to go back into the room until I said for her to come out. She didn't need to be told twice.

"You're out of control!" I screamed. I had run into the kitchen and grabbed a nearby knife, feeling the need to have a weapon close to me and my dagger was in the other room. The action made the other knives fall to the floor as our fight resumed. Everything after that was a blur that ended in me being disarmed, hit a few times, and pinned to the ground with Derek seething over me. My head was spinning and black edged my vision as he spoke.

"This didn't have to happen if you just agreed to stay,"

"You're crazy," I hissed and was able to break my one arm and leg free, pushing myself onto him and knocking him off of me. As he tried to gain his bearings, I turned and lunged for the knife, only to hear a gurgled cry behind me. I spun around and felt my eyes widen in shock. Derek was still on his back, but a kitchen knife was lodged him chest with Emmy standing over him, staring down at the body. Her pink dress had blood on it and she swayed on her feet, saying nothing.

"Emmy?" I whispered, "What did you do?!" she looked up at me, her eyes wide and her hair and shadows falling over her face, making her irises look darker than they were.

"He was hurting you," she said quietly, "You were going to use the knife on him but lost it," I ran to the body and prayed for a pulse but couldn't find any. I rushed over to the phone and called for help.

"This isn't happening," I whispered as the other end of the phone rang.

/oo/END FLASHBACK/oo/

"Emelyn killed Derek?" Loomis asked, astonished. I looked up at him in shock, not realizing I had let it slip about Emmy. I could fear the tears edging my eyes as I swallowed and nodded.

"The rest is pretty self-explanatory," I continued, "They took Derek to the hospital and thankfully neighbors heard us through the walls. They talked about hearing me yelling for him to stop. Emmy was honest about the whole thing even though I was planning to somehow take the blame."

"Seven year old stabbing him. Kinda hard to make a real case," he said quietly.

"Derek's friends believed it was me as did Mandla; she was a girl who went to school with us and didn't like me because Derek preferred hanging out with me. She never left his bedside but made it a point to tell me I would be sorry," I let out a hollow laugh, "Then, just as things were starting to settle down, I got the call from my dad's lawyer about his death and that I needed to get back to Haddonfield for the inheritance,"

/oo/FLASHBACK/oo/

I was packing up the bags to leave for Haddonfield as Emmy sat on the bed watching me. We were back staying at the motel near the airport so we didn't have far to go when it was time to leave.

"So where are we going?" she asked.

"Haddonfield," I answered, shoving more clothes into the suitcase, "Where I grew up, remember?"

"Where Michael lives?"

"Yes! Exactly," I smiled and zipped up the bag and moving to the next.

"Will I get to meet him?" I paused at her question and looked at her. It wasn't a good idea, but after seven years, I wanted to see him and it would be a lie to say to say I wasn't dying to introduce him to Emmy who had since become my mini clone when it came to personality. He was a common character in my stories to her and she was always asking questions. The only problem was how would such a meeting go?

"Maybe, we have to see," I smiled and zipped the last bag, "Do you remember our plan?"

"Yes," she nodded and we both left for Haddonfield, unaware we were being followed by Derek's friends…

/oo/END FLASHBACK/oo/

"Your plan?" he asked, "What was your plan?" I looked at him and shrugged.

"Nothing huge, don't get too excited," I said, "Just our plan of what we would do in Haddonfield and not to mention Derek or anything," I looked at him as he read my expression for any deception. I looked over at the clock, not realizing how much time had passed and that Emmy would be home soon.

/oo/

(Emelyn "Emmy")

The bell rang as she ran out of the building. She heard a few kids yell their goodbyes to her and she waved in response. She began her trek down the street when someone came up beside her.

"You're the girl that just moved into the Boogeyman's house right?" she looked over and saw a little girl beside her from her math class.

"It's not the Boogeyman's house," she said.

"Yes it is," another girl said coming up to her other side, "His name is Michael Myers and he kills every Halloween,"

"And anyone who ever moves into his house," the other girl said. Emmy tightened her grip on her backpack and walked faster, but the girls followed.

"You know there is a shortcut to your house through the woods," one said, "But you shouldn't go through,"

"Why?"

"Because the Boogey man haunts it!" The other girl said.

"I don't believe you!" Emmy yelled.

"Fine, then if you're so brave, go through the woods. Just follow that path and you are there," the one girl challenged, pointing to the trail. Emmy swallowed but stood straighter and walked through the trees, hearing the girls giggling as they walked away.

The woods weren't scary at all; she had been expecting something in the scary movies Kat watched, but the sun was shining through the trees with a few sounds of birds here and there. She kept to the path just like the girls said. She began to hum to herself until there was a slight rustle in the bushes behind her. Spinning around, she found nothing.

Sighing, she turned and continued walking when she heard the sound again. She looked again, but still alone.

"It's not funny!" she yelled, wondering if it was one of the girls playing a joke on her. She wasn't scared, but she didn't want to be embarrassed after her first day at school. Beginning to walk again, she slowly turned back ahead of her, only to stop at the figure blocking her way.

It was the man from the house, the night he killed those me hurting Kat. He looked even taller now, wearing a dark green mechanic-looking suit and a white mask on his face that looked aged from the years. She looked up at his eyes and even though she couldn't see that well from her short height, she could make out that they were a mix of blue and maybe black. In his hand was a large knife that was stained in dry blood.

"Hi," her voice was small as she looked at him. He didn't move, only turn his head to the side, "You're Michael right?"

Review! So, again I have officially graduated and can now focus on my writing before college! So what do you think of Kat's story? Were you expecting Emmy at all? What shall happen next chapter now that Emmy has run into our favorite killer?

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