DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.
AN: Hey! As a treat to my loyal readers I am updating with TWO NEW CHAPTERS this time! The second one should be up soon if it isn't already! I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter Seven
(Michael)
Michael sat in his mother's old bedroom, now a guest room apparently, listening to the sounds of Kat running around upstairs. He could hear her muffled voice telling Emmy to hurry and dress so they could leave. Soon enough, he heard the little pitter patter of Emmy's bare feet joining Kat's movements. About a good twenty-five minutes passed before he heard Kat running down the stairs and moving about, muttering to herself. At one point he heard his name mentioned.
"Damn Michael drugged me, making me sleep in," she said to no one, "I can not miss my first class again,"
Michael leaned closer to the door to listen to his friend's rants better; he hadn't technically drugged her last night. Her tossing and turning had become irritating, making him slip into the bathroom to find the sleeping pills she kept in the cabinet. He was able to leave through Emmy's room just as Kat entered the bathroom. He got a glass of water from the kitchen and was able to smash the pills up and put them into the drink. He heard the splashing of water as he returned to Kat's room and placed the glass on the nightstand at the same time she chose to return to her bedroom.
Originally he hadn't planned on threatening to harm her so soon, but when she accused him of being unable to kill her, he felt a familiar rage build up. He found himself holding her down against the bed as he hovered over her, holding his knife to her neck. Every fiber of his body had been screaming at him to just slice her throat and be done with it all. But, when he looked at her mismatched eyes, he froze. She held no fear in her gaze, just the same emotion that she would hold anytime she visited him in the asylum: curiosity. Frustrated, he pushed himself away from her and handed her the water. At least that would knock her out and leave him be for the time being.
"Emmy! Let's go! We need to get out of here!" Kat's shouting broke Michael's train of thought as he opened the door just enough for him to slide out and enter the dining room that was never used when he was a kid and apparently still had no use now. He walked to the doorway and looked around the corner to see Kat, her back to him as she yelled up the steps. Within seconds, the little girl was bounding down the steps, nearly knocking the older girl over.
"I'm ready," she huffed.
"Let me grab my bag from the kitchen and your lunch and we are out of here," with that, Kat disappeared towards the kitchen. Emmy stood in the hallway awkwardly as she looked around. Her gaze fell on him for a moment before looking towards the steps. When she realized what she saw and turned back around, he made sure to have concealed himself out of view.
He turned to walk back to the guest room when the soft sound of shuffling was heard behind him. He turned quickly, his hand flexing on his knife, but found nothing there.
"Hi," a loud whisper said behind him. He slowly turned and saw Emmy staring up at him with a wide smile. How had she gotten around him? She was small enough to be unseen by anyone else, but he should have easily noticed her.
"How did you get inside the house?" she asked, crossing her arms as he continued to look at her. Oh, there were multiple ways of getting into this house that no one would ever find out.
"Well?" she asked, holding the same curiosity in her eyes as Kat had. These girls were going to be another death of him.
"Emmy! Where'd you go?" Giving him one last look, Emmy waved before returning to Kat in the hallway.
"Kat, did you know Michael-,"
"I don't want to hear that name today," Kat cut her off, her voice calm but holding underlying fury. Michael felt satisfaction fill him at the fact her had successfully angered Kat. When he heard the front door shut, he moved into the living room and watched out the front window as the duo walked down the street in the same direction of the other kids on their way to school. The house was finally empty.
He turned on his heel and began to observe the room. It looked the same as it had back when he lived here with his family, except the furniture was new and made of different material. The kitchen had changed the most when it came to downstairs; the cabinets and fridge were replaced with newer products and an island counter rested in the center of the room, with tall chairs surrounding it, making it double as a table.
The only other room that had really changed downstairs was his mother's room. The walls were now painted a dark tan and all the furniture had, once again, been replaced. Perhaps it didn't look too different from his mother's, had his mother's room ever been clean and not have various items of laundry and other items strewn about. He remembered once his father teased his mom saying how she worked hard to keep the entire house clean yet couldn't ever succeed in making their room presentable.
He quickly shook the thoughts from his head as he continued looking around the kitchen. He thought back to the earlier day when Loomis had decided to show up and see Kat, warning her to leave the house. For once, he had been on the man's side as he tried to make Kat see reason in leaving, but Kat was still the stubborn girl he remembered from childhood. When they were kids he may have admired that aspect, but now he found it a problem.
What Loomis and Kat didn't know was that he had been hiding in the mudroom that was behind the door by the stove; the only room that hadn't changed in the house. He had listened to Kat tell her story about what had happened in California with that Derek guy. How he had become obsessed with Kat and practically beat the life out of her when she tried to leave.
Rage filled him as he imagined the events that Kat described. As badly as he wished to get rid of the girl, he was furious that some guy had dared harm her. And even though he barely knew the brat, he felt proud that Emmy had taken care of him, even if she didn't kill him. Especially considering her age and skinny stature, taking down a man who was probably at least six times her weight and size was quite a feat. Perhaps there was a bit of darkness under that innocent face after all. Or, Kat had told her far too many stories involving him and his… hobbies and it rubbed off on her.
Either way, he could grow to tolerate the girl if she played her cards right. After all, he learned to like Kat enough to buy her an antique dagger and train her in wielding it. He stopped in his tracks, suddenly remembering when he and Kat were younger and he was trying to teach her how to throw the dagger...
/oo/FLASHBACK/oo/
"Come on, Kat," he growled, "just toss the thing and hit the target!"
"I can't," Kat stomped her foot in a pout and gripped the dagger tighter in her hand.
"Why?"
"Cause it's a rabbit!" she whined, making him pinch the bridge of his nose.
"So?"
"It looks like Baby,"
"Your guinea pig?!" he demanded, "Hasn't that thing been dead for like a week now?"
"It doesn't matter! What if I told you to kill an animal that looked like one of your pet rats?" she asked, tearfully.
"I kill my rats!" he yelled, "I'm the reason they're dead! And don't you kill the rats running around your house?"
"That's different!"
"How?"
"I can't do it," she whimpered and pushed the dagger towards him. Muttering under his breath he ran his fingers over the blade.
"Fine, we will try again later," he grunted before heading towards the furry animal.
/oo/END FLASHBACK/oo/
Michael hadn't even realized he was moving until he was halfway up the stairs and heading for what used to be Boo's room. The room was empty, no doubt being used for storage until Kat finds some use for it. However, the room wasn't exactly large so finding much use for it was near impossible. He closed the door and began to head towards Emmy's room.
He loathed that room; the bright yellow walls and clean white furniture. He forced himself in and looked at the atrocity that was once his own room. Kat was going to pay dearly for this.
A folded piece of paper on the desk caught his attention as he walked over and picked it up. On the front of it, in Emmy's handwriting, was an attempt at his name.
Micheal Myers
Close enough. He slowly unfolded the paper and looked at the crudely written note on the paper,
Come to the woods afterschool
So we can talk
-E
So they can talk? What was this child thinking? He wasn't some schoolyard friend who she could spend time with. But by the fact she actually wrote a note to him and went through the trouble of making sure he'd see it, meant she was determined to talk to him.
Well, he never was one to disappoint…
/oo/
(12:30pm)
He stood under the large tree as he watched the children from the elementary school enjoy their recess, playing on the old playground that had been there since before he was even in school. He scanned the mass of kids until he caught sight of Emmy struggling on the jungle gym, trying to get to the fourth bar as a couple of kids cheered her on. He was close enough to hear a few kids taunting her.
"Come on Emmy! Are ya scared?" a boy yelled.
"How can she be scared? She lives with the Boogeyman!" a girl yelled back. The arguing continued and must've distracted Emmy because suddenly she was on the ground, sniffling and rubbing her tailbone as the kids around her laughed before dispersing. She stood and wiped off her dress and leggings she wore underneath before fixing her hair. She looked up and saw him, letting out a big smile and giving an enthusiastic wave before running off to the slides.
He moved behind tree to conceal himself as he continued to listen to the sound of shrieking children until the bell rang for them to return to class.
/oo/
(3:00pm)
Michael hid among the foliage that concealed the secret path that led to his old animal graveyard. He didn't have to wait long as Emmy appeared running down the path. At first he was curious as to her hurry until he saw her face showed nothing but terror. His silent questions were answered when he heard the sound of kids behind her, yelling. What did she do now?
She tripped and landed on her face as the voices grew louder. Without thinking, he grabbed her by the collar with his free hand and yanked her into the trees with him, hiding them both in the shade and bushes as the kids showed up. They weren't second graders like she was; they had to be a grade ahead of her, maybe two.
"Where'd she go?"
"I don't know! Maybe she made it home!"
"Or she is lost in the woods,"
"Let her stay lost. I don't like it in here," still talking amongst themselves, the band of brats disappeared down the path and he finally realized what he had done.
Still holding the back of her collar, he looked down at the little girl who whimpered pathetically as she subconsciously moved closer to him. She looked up and gave a shaky smile.
"Hi," he let her go and continued to stare at her, seeing the bruise appear on the side of her face and arms, her pale skin making them look far worse than they were. She looked as if she had been shoved or hit. He immediately clenched his fist in calm fury.
"It wasn't my fault," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. He looked down at her as she continued to explain the unwanted story.
"They were making fun of my eyes and I said that everyone in my family has mismatched eyes, well, all the girls at least. But they kept laughing about me and then Kat, then they started talking about our home and you," she stopped a moment to catch her breath, "I wanted them to stop so I pushed the one girl and she fell. Then next thing I know, they shoved me down and tried to hurt me but I was able to run away."
"You can't tell Kat!" she yelled, grabbing his wrist in her form of a vice grip and shook it violently, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. He could only stare at her. Don't tell Kat? Kat was sure to see what had happened as soon as she saw the bruises.
"Thank you for saving me again," she whimpered and fixed herself before looking up at him.
"Can you walk me home?" she asked timidly, still gripping his wrist. He didn't respond or react in anyway as she began to walk, still holding onto him. He wasn't going to fight her; after all, he wanted to see Kat's reaction when she saw Emmy.
/oo/
(Myers House)
He was not disappointed.
"You got into a fight?!" she shouted in disbelief. Michael stood in the hallway by Emmy's door, listening to Kat's response to Emmy's little adventure with the kids today.
"It wasn't a fight!"
"Emelyn-,"
"They were teasing me!" she defended, "I just shoved the girl! I didn't know they would shove me! Or chase me,"
"Are you okay?" Kat's voice was suddenly concerned.
"I'm fine," she said, "Besides, Michael saved me,"
"Michael?"
"Yeah! He pulled me into the forest and hid with me until they left. It was some old path that the trees and all covered,"
"An old path," he could hear in Kat's voice that she knew exactly what path Emmy was talking about.
"What?"
"Nothing," she said, "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for dinner," Michael turned and slid into the unused middle room as Kat and Emmy moved to the bathroom.
/oo/
Michael observed the two for the rest of the night as Kat cleaned Emmy up and ordered a pizza for dinner. As the girl was peacefully eating her food, he watched Kat leave the room and move to the hallway. He followed silently behind, making sure he was unseen.
She leaned against the wall for a moment before taking a deep breath.
"I know you're there, Michael," she said, but he didn't budge from his spot. A few minutes passed in silence as Kat seemed to have been waiting for him to show himself. When he didn't, she continued to speak.
"Thanks for saving her," she said before returning to the kitchen. He stayed in his hiding spot a moment as he replayed the words in his head. It all brought one question to his mind.
Why had he saved her?
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