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

Chapter Six

Recap:

(Katarzyna "Kat")

"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.

"They took Derek to the hospital and revived him. Thankfully neighbors had heard us through the walls from start to finish. Emmy was honest about the whole thing even though I was planning to somehow take the blame," I explained.

(Emelyn "Emmy")

It was the man from the house, the night he killed those men 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?"

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Present Time:

(Emelyn "Emmy")

Emmy watched as the man continued to stare at her. She remembered Kat telling her about how Michael stopped talking when he was sent away. She said that they communicated through notes.

She quickly rifled through her bag for a moment to pull out a pen and her glittery, yellow notebook, before walking towards the man. He didn't move an inch, only studied her every move. When she was close enough she held out the notebook.

"I'm Emelyn," she said, "But everyone calls me Emmy. I like it better," She opened her notebook and handed it to him with her pen on top of it, expecting him to take it. He didn't, instead only stared. From the corner of her eye, she saw his grip on the knife tighten for a moment, before loosening again. A few moments passed before he tucked the blade away in his waistband.

But, he still didn't take the notebook. Slowly, she pulled it back and clutched it to her chest, feeling stupid for thinking he would accept it. She bit her lip out of nervousness and shifted her weight on her feet.

"Kat talks about you a lot," she continued, looking up at him. He turned his head to the side again, "She used to tell me all the stories about how you two always hung out. Sometimes she says your name in her sleep,"

She began to think he was a statue. Actually, she would have believed he was a dead if he weren't standing up or for the subtle movements of his chest rising and falling. Emmy bit her lip again, trying to think of something. Would he open up if she talked about something he knew? She began to think back to the stories she heard.

"You know, I like Halloween too," she smiled, "My favorite thing to do is carving pumpkins. But, I was never allowed to use the knives; Kat says this year, maybe I can help her cut them,"

"I think this year I'm going to be a witch. Last year, I was a ghost," she continued, "I scared Kat really good! Normally she is fearless and no one can get her, but I did! I hid in the linen closet in the bathroom and waited for Kat to get into the shower. Then, when she least expected it, I jumped behind her and yelled. She screamed really loud before she realized it was me,"

Michael turned his head to the other side but remained still.

"I got the idea from a horror movie we watched together: Psycho. Normally, I wasn't allowed to watch scary or violent movies but Kat says some rules are meant to be broken," she wasn't surprised to see no reaction from the masked man. Emmy sighed in defeat.

"I have to go before Kat worries where I am," she gave a sad smile, "Bye!" she began to run past him when she stopped in her tracks and turned back to Michael. Wedging the pen into the spiral of the notebook, she ran up to him and shoved the sparkling notebook towards him. Instinctively, his hand wrapped around the object as she shoved it into his leg.

"In case you have something to say," she told him. Satisfied, she gave a big smile and wave before running down the path towards her home.

/oo/

(Michael)

Michael watched the little girl run down the old path as he replayed their unusual encounter in his mind. And people used to say he was a strange child.

Never before had someone looked upon him in anything other than fear. On the rare occasion a child stumbled upon him, they would only stare before running away. He was an urban legend in Haddonfield; the merciless child turned serial killer, someone to be terrified of. This child, Emelyn, had no fear of him whatsoever.

Unlike most people, she took one look at his knife and knew who he was, only to strike up a conversation with him, or try to. He could see the little one was struggling with what to say, hoping for a reaction of some kind. She even went as far as to get a pen and notebook for him to write on.

At that thought, he looked down at the notebook that was still in his hand. He turned it over to examine it, only to be nearly blinded when the sun glared off the glitter and into his eyes. Quickly, he ripped the cover off and held it away from the light.

It was Kat's fault for the girl's bravery; it had to be. According to Emelyn, Kat always told her stories of their childhood and when she would visit him. If Kat wasn't terrified of him, then the kid who was in her care sure as hell wouldn't be.

He clenched his fist in a mix of annoyance and anger, the notebook cover crinkling in his grasp. Turning on his heel, he began to walk down the path Emelyn had just gone down, putting the notebook in his suit and grabbing for his knife, feeling the smooth handle against his palm, instantly relaxing him.

/oo/

(Katarzyna "Kat")

Loomis and I were still in the kitchen, staring silently at the counter, when the front door opened, signaling that Emmy was home. Within seconds, she bounded into the kitchen with a smile plastered on her face.

"Kat! Guess what?!" she stopped in her tracks as she saw Loomis sitting there.

"This must be Emelyn," he said, turning to the girl and smiled, "Hello,"

"Hello," she said, her voice small.

"Emmy, this is Dr. Loomis," I said, "He was Michael's doctor when he had to go away,"

"Oh! He was the crazy doctor in you stories?" I choked on my drink as Loomis turned to look at me.

"Crazy doctor?"

"I had to babysit her a lot. I entertained her with stories," I shrugged, "It made the stories more interesting,"

"A story about Michael Myers wasn't interesting enough?" he asked, skeptically. Again, I shrugged.

"I don't know, you were the one who wrote a book about him, did people find it interesting?" I countered. He was about to respond when Emmy cut in, clearly annoyed.

"I wasn't finished!" she stomped her foot in anger and glared at me, "I had something to say,"

"What did you have to say?" I sighed.

"I saw Michael!" Loomis and I froze as we processed her words.

"Where?" Loomis asked, breathless.

"In the woods, on the way home from school; he was blocking the path! I tried talking to him, but he didn't react. Just stood there," he voice was disappointed, before she changed the subject,

"By the way, I need a new notebook. The glittery yellow one,"

"What happened to the one I bought you?" I asked.

"I gave it to Michael. You said you two used to talk through notes, so I gave it to him in case he ever wanted to talk," she seemed proud of herself as she grabbed her bag and left the kitchen, probably headed to her room to play.

"What are we going to do now?" Loomis asked after a few minutes.

"About what?"

"About what?! How about the fact your little cousin has come across a deranged psychopathic killer and sees him as her best friend?! She is in serious danger!"

"That deranged psychopathic killer was my best friend, don't forget that! He has had plenty of chances to kill her, and even me for that matter, and hasn't. Besides, you said it yourself, he doesn't take children as victims,"

"I said 'hasn't': he hasn't taken children as victims, but he also has a bit of a habit in targeting those he was once close to. You are no exception to this," he gestured to my bandaged hand, "He was your best friend, he isn't anymore. The only thing that goes through his mind is killing and how to do it. The Michael Myers you grew up with has ceased to exist; he is nothing but a ghost of a memory now,"

I was silent as Loomis stood and we walked to the front door.

"I will take my leave now, but I will be back later tonight to make sure you are okay," he said opening the door.

"Fine," I muttered.

"Please take my words to heart Katarzyna, don't underestimate him and do NOT trust him. He will never go back to being the boy in your past," with that, he left and I was alone to my thoughts.

/oo/

(Emelyn "Emmy")

Emmy didn't go to her room right away; she left the kitchen and climbed onto the loveseat by the doorway, secretly listening in. She didn't think that her meeting with Michael would make Dr. Loomis and Kat fight. Emmy heard Loomis say that she thought of Michael as her best friend; that wasn't true. He was Kat's best friend and, from the stories, he was also her protector. She didn't know if she saw him as a friend or not. But, he wouldn't hurt her or Kat, right?

At the sound of a chair scrapping against the floor, she jumped from her seat and ran for the stairs, stopping at the top of them and peeking through the railings in the hall as Loomis and Kat walked to the door.

"Please take my words to heart Katarzyna, don't underestimate him and do NOT trust him. He will never go back to being the boy in your past," he said before leaving. As soon as the door closed, Emmy stood and hurried to her bedroom before Kat caught her spying. Silently closing her door, she pulled her math homework from her backpack and moved to throw it on her desk to make it seem she had been doing work the whole time. But something shiny caught her attention.

Placing her homework on the desk and climbing onto her chair, she saw that it was her notebook cover, the same cover as the one she had given Michael. It was now all crumpled up, the little bits of yellow showing, sparkling off the sunlight. Around it were scattered markers as if they had been knocked over. She picked them up and began to smooth out the cover when she noticed the slice through the middle of it; almost like something was stabbed through it. Like the knife she saw Michael holding.

A knock on her door, made her throw the cover down and look up as Kat entered the room.

"Hey," she said, "You know this house is old and tends to creak a lot. Especially when a girl is rushing to hide so she isn't caught eavesdropping,"

"I don't know what you are talking about," she said, starting her worksheet for subtracting double digits.

"I need to teach you how to lie better," Kat said and walked around to Emmy's other side. The little girl tried not to wince when she heard the notebook cover crinkle under Kat's foot.

"What's this?" Kat asked under her breath as she bent down to pick it up.

/oo/

(Katarzyna "Kat")

I looked down and saw something yellow under my foot and picked it up, only to see it was Emmy's glitter covered notebook top. From the same notebook that Emmy claimed to have given to Michael.

I slowly un-crumpled it and felt my heart skip a beat when I saw the smooth slice in the center, like something was stabbed through it. Was this a threat? If so, why was he sending it to Emmy?

Flipping the cover over, my heart continued its irregular beats as I saw writing on the back of it in black and red marker, in the same messy handwriting that could only belong to my masked friend,

KAT

The stab mark went right through the center of the "A" and red marker was scribbled over my name. From the corner of my eye, I saw Emmy trying to see what the writing said. I quickly folded it in half and placed it in my back pocket, where I realized I still had the other note Michael wrote me, earlier that day.

"Finish your homework and then we can have a snack," I said, swallowing. I began to leave when I heard her begin to speak.

"Are you scared of Michael?" she asked.

"No!" I yelled before quickly regaining composure, "No. But just because I am not afraid of him, doesn't make him any less dangerous. I just know his tricks a little bit better than everyone else, including Dr. Loomis. Just, until I get this all figured out, try and be more aware of your surroundings," I smiled.

"So what if I see Michael again?"

"I doubt you will see him again," I said, standing up. Emmy returned to doing her work and hummed to herself as I left the room and headed downstairs, towards the kitchen.

"I don't know what your game is Michael, but it's not going to work," I said out loud, hoping he was still lurking about to hear me.

/oo/

Sleep didn't come easily that night, as I kept switching glances between the ceiling and the broken picture on the nightstand of Michael and I. Sighing, I ran my hands angrily over my face and growled.

True to his word, Loomis did come back a few hours earlier to check in and make sure Emmy and I were still alive. We spoke for a few minutes and he gave me more insight on Michael's condition after I left and the events of his escape. I knew that he was trying to scare me into leaving the house and stay at the motel until another place went up for sale. But, I knew the chances of any of that happening were unlikely.

I stood from my bed and stalked to the bathroom, careful not to make too much noise when I turned on the sink and began to splash water in my face. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes.

Turning out the light, I opened the door leading into Emmy's room and checked on her. She was sprawled out, half of her body was falling out of the bed. After re-arranging her into a more comfortable position, I slipped back into the hallway and towards my bedroom.

I didn't notice the black mass in the middle of my bedroom until after I closed my door. I opened my mouth to scream, but suddenly a large, rough hand quickly covered my mouth to muffle the shrill sound. Looking down, I noticed the knife in his hand, only making me thrash more. The figure pressed me into the closed door to keep me still and tightened their grip on my mouth. It took a few moments for the adrenaline to wear off and me to finally see the aged, white mask through the darkness.

When I was calm enough to him, I felt him remove his hand as anger coursed through me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelled, shoving him, but he didn't move a budge. Michael only stared at me. It was silent as I tried to catch my breath from the near heart attack he had given me.

"You really must be out of your damn mind to scare me like that when you know I'm armed and can fight you," he was still for a moment before pushing me back into the door, trapping me, and held up his hand to where the moonlight was coming through my window. I realized the knife in his hand was my dagger. Looking down, I saw that his knife was in the waistband of his suit.

In a way, he was taunting me like he used to when we were kids, only without words or childish play. Trapping me between the door and his body was his way of saying he was much stronger than I was and I didn't stand a chance against him. It was adding insult to injury that he had my own weapon in his grasp that he was probably be more than happy to use on me.

"What are you doing here Michael?" I asked. He looked over his shoulder and I followed his gaze to a tall glass of water on the nightstand that I knew I hadn't put there.

"To bring me a glass of water?" I asked walking around him. I walked over and sat on my bed, pulling out the two notes from the drawer in the nightstand.

"So, what's with the threats, Michael?" I asked holding up the papers, "And I know you met my little cousin today and she gave you a notebook so you can communicate with me,"

He didn't move at first. Then he unzipped the top of his suit and pulled out the notebook. Just as he fastened the clothes back into place, I noticed markings on his chest that looked like healed bullet wounds. What happened over those seven years?

He threw the notebook down on the bed beside me and I was brought back into reality.

"Why do you want me to leave so bad?" I asked, "I mean out of all people that could move into your house, I would think you would prefer me. I'm a little insulted," he didn't respond, only towered over me. He placed the dagger back on the nightstand and looked back at me.

"I mean, I should feel kinda glad that you are warning me to leave first instead of just killing me," I stopped and looked up at him, "Or is that it? You don't want to kill me or Emmy, that's why you want us to leave. You can't kill us,"

I knew I had taken it too far when he reacted faster than I could. I found myself, flat on my back against the mattress with him hovering over me, his large knife now in his grasp and pressed against my throat, the coldness of the blade touching my skin. I took care not to swallow, sure the slightest movement would break skin.

His free hand pressed my one shoulder down further into the bed, to keep me still as one on his legs rested on the mattress as well at my thigh, partially straddling me, preventing me from rolling away. The air seemed to have left the room as all sound stopped. He looked into my blue and green eyes while I stared at his pitch black ones.

I couldn't tell if he was taunting me again or seriously contemplating on slicing me up. Either way, I couldn't find myself to be scared. Something must have been wrong with me as well.

It felt like hours had passed before he pushed himself off of me and took a few steps back. I slowly sat up as he shoved the glass of water into my hands. I stared at him a moment before taking a few sips.

"Okay, you've proven you point, I guess," I said placing the glass down, "But I'm still not leaving,"

I suddenly felt strange; my vision was blurring and my limbs began to feel heavy. I watched Michael turn his head to the side as I placed my head on my pillow.

"Michael," I began, my voice slurred, "What did you put in the water?"

Within seconds, I was lying down and felt the darkness surround me.

/oo/

When I woke up the next morning, Michael and the mysterious glass of water was gone, as was the notebook that he had thrown down beside me. Part of me believed it was a dream, that I had fallen asleep and imagined the whole thing. But, I could still feel his hand over my mouth and the cold knife against my throat.

I looked over at the clock and saw I had an hour to get Emmy and I out of the house and me to get to my first class. I would have to worry about Michael later.

Review! I hope you all liked it. I have no idea what I am going to do with the next chapter. Maybe do a bit of a time jump, I'm not sure :-/

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