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

AN: Okay, so this chapter is a little shorter than the last one, but not by much. There will probably be questions brought up here but don't worry they will be answered in the next chapter.

Chapter Nine

Recap:

I felt pain slice across my collarbone, I shoved myself away and he let me as I stared down at my shirt, seeing blood seep through the fabric from the cut that slashed from right above my right breast to the middle of my collarbone. My gaze shot up to Michael and I was met with his hardened gaze and the knife in his hand, dripping blood. My blood.

Was his response to my kiss just a diversion? I wasn't sure, I was only sure about one thing: For the first time in my life, I was afraid of Michael Myers.

Not even bothering to pick up my dagger, I ran out of the diner, and began to cross the street. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Michael still in the diner, staring at me.

I never saw the car coming until my body collided with it…

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Sneaking out of my house wasn't hard to do once my father had passed out on the couch. I would leave through the front door and walk to the Myers' backyard. There used to be a large tree that would lead to Michael's window. I had done it enough times that it was a piece of cake to climb up within seconds. My gangly arms and legs were an advantage too.

When I climbed up the tree limbs, I looked through the glass and into Michael's messy bedroom. He was sprawled out on his bed, completely knocked out. On his desk, I saw his pet rat, Elvis, climb all over its cage. I rapped on the glass loud enough to jerk him out of his sleep and he glared over at the window, looking as though he were going to throttle me.

I hit the glass again and Michael climbed from bed and slumped over to the window, opening it and letting me climb in. I kicked away a few articles of clothing and other items strewn about; notebook, textbooks, a few baby toys that I knew were Boo's whenever she chose to wander into Michael's room and play while he was in there doing homework or listening to his music.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. I looked over at the alarm clock by his bed, the red numbers reading 2:45am.

"I couldn't sleep," I said, "I had another nightmare,"

"That's the third one this week," he said, "Are you ever going to tell me what they're about?"

"No, they're stupid," I sniffled and sat down on his bed. I reached behind me and pulled the stuffed dog on the pillow into my arms. I gave it to him last year on his ninth birthday and even though I knew he thought of it as babyish, he always kept it on his bed so he wouldn't hurt my feelings.

"Not stupid enough if you are willing to sneak out of your house, in those pink bunny pajamas, break into my room and end up sleeping over," he said sitting beside me and pulling his scalpel from his pocket, playing with it.

"I don't break in if you open the window and let me in," I said, inching away from Michael and his beloved scalpel. He noticed.

"It has something to do with me, doesn't it?" he asked.

"I started dreaming that a killer was after me and that he got me,"

"Was it me?" he asked quietly.

"No! It wasn't. I never saw his face though; I always woke up before I could,"

"Good, because you know I wouldn't ever hurt you," he said and smirked, something that I rarely saw out of him anymore.

"Why would I ever see you as a killer?" I asked. Suddenly, his smirk was gone, replaced with his signature scowl.

"Get some sleep," he said, changing the subject and I laid down. I watched him pull off one of the blankets and take one of his pillows, making a makeshift bed on the floor. I always felt bad making him sleep on the floor whenever I showed up unexpectedly.

"I gotta start putting a sleeping bag under my bed," he grunted a he got comfortable on the hard wood floor. I listened to the sound of Elvis squeaking loudly from his cage.

"I miss hearing Baby's squeaks," I sighed. He didn't respond and I thought he had fallen asleep until I saw him turn and look at me, as if waiting for me to continue. I bit my lip thinking of something to say.

"You know Halloween is in two days," I smiled, "Are you still going trick or treating?"

"Yeah," He said, turning his back to me, his voice suddenly distant. At the time, I only thought it was because he was tired. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"Goodnight Michael," I breathed as I fell asleep, thinking of his words:

'I would never hurt you…'

He kept that promise for eighteen years. Until that night in the diner…

/oo/

I opened my eyes and found myself in the hospital with Dr. Loomis staring at me, relief evident on his face. Sun shone through the window, nearly blinding me as I closed my eyes. The smell of whatever they cleaned hospital rooms with was suffocating. It was silent except for the sounds of the beeping from the monitor I was hooked up to. I looked at my one arm and found multiple needles there, making me involuntarily shiver.

I looked around the sterile white room and noticed a few flowers on the nightstand nearby. Word spread fast around this town. I saw one note on a bouquet of roses with Ethan's name on it, that didn't surprise me. I saw another small set of flowers that had the letters L and E on there, making me think it was from Laurie and Emmy. There were a few others things from people who I talked to in college.

I swallowed a few times as I shook of the remains of my dream. I could still hear Michael's voice when he promised to never hurt me. I never had a reason to fear him, I loved him too much and from how he acted years ago, I thought it was mutual. But last night proved otherwise. He knew that I was still holding onto the past and when I kissed him, he only used it against me and played with my feelings, giving him the perfect opportunity to try and kill me.

"You've been unconscious for over twelve hours," Loomis's voice made me jump out of my thoughts and stare at him. I had forgotten he was there.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, quietly. I noticed that his hand was wrapped around mine as he stared at me with concern.

"Drowsy and sore," I croaked, "What happened?"

"You were hit by a car, Katarzyna," he said, "According to the driver, you just ran out into the middle of the street, bleeding and looking behind you," I looked down and saw the bandages peeking out from my hospital gown.

"Hopefully there is no scar," I tried to joke but a bitter taste was in the back of my throat. The poor excuse for a joke was actually a wish; I didn't want a reminder of last night.

"It was Halloween night and you come in with a laceration that could only be done by a sharp knife. I don't think this needs to be spelled out about who did this," he said.

"He promised to never hurt me," I muttered to myself, "Two days before that Halloween"

"Katarzyna-,"

"I need to get ahold of Emmy," I said ignoring him, "I told her I would get her at 8:30 last night and I'm pretty sure it's past that!"

"I informed Laurie about what happened and she kept Emmy overnight. I left out the part about Michael however. It seems he didn't go near her this year so I didn't alert her of anything,"

"How did you know Emmy was with Laurie?"

"I always keep a close eye on Laurie in case she needs my help or Michael goes after her again. This was probably the first peaceful Halloween she's had since he escaped. That little girl, Emelyn, has a way of making everything better,"

"Yeah, she is quite gifted," I laughed, "So nothing happened to Laurie?"

"No, she had no problems at all. It was quite unsettling actually that Michael Myers didn't go after her. He always does," Loomis said, "The odds of him suddenly just disappearing without causing his usual pandemonium are astronomical," I looked over and saw that Loomis's face harden.

"What's wrong Dr. Loomis?"

"Kat, I want to discuss something with you," he said.

"What is it?"

"Well, the doctors did an exam on you and it opened up a possibility that I hadn't seen before, so I did a little research," he began.

"What kind of research?" I asked suspiciously.

"I decided to look up your aunt," he said, "And imagine my surprise when I found her obituary and read that she was 67 years old when she died,"

"So?"

"So, if she is Emmy's mother, that would mean she would have been 60 when she gave birth,"

"Ever hear of starting parenthood late?"

"Having a child at 60 is way past late Katarzyna," he said, seriously, "which brings me to another revelation I found out about your aunt,"

I was silent as he studied my face. I knew I was in a morphine filled haze, but the more Loomis spoke, the more panicked I became, not to mention more sober.

"So I decided to dig a little more," he continued.

"Okay, you can stop now!" I said.

"And found that on the date of Emelyn's birth, there was no Ana Bury admitted to the hospitals, but can you imagine who I did find?"

"Dr. Loomis, I don't know how you got that information-,"

"Then it clicked how Emmy has heterochromia like you do,"

"It's hereditary on my father's side, almost any paternal relative of mine has it," I said.

"I saw some family photos you kept in your house and saw how your aunt, and it seems everyone, in your family has brunette hair yet Emelyn has dirty blonde hair,"

"So? Some kids get their father's hair,"

"Exactly!" he said, "Not to mention under that sweet little face, there is darkness. I mean she nearly killed a man who was three time her size!"

"She's seven!" I yelled. I wanted to continue how her stabbing Derek was dumb luck, but the heart monitor I was hooked up to was beginning to speed up and I had to take a few deep breaths to regulate it.

"Coincidentally the same age as the number of years since you spent the night in the sanitarium,"

"Exactly, a coincidence,"

"Not to mention that her one eye is blue-,"

"Blue eyes run in my family; I have a blue eye and so did my aunt,"

"Not that color blue," he said, "Because I've only ever seen one other person have that color. Not to mention that dark brown eye she has? When I was talking to Laurie, Emmy came in and I finally got a look at it; it's not a dark brown-,"

"Stop," I said.

"It's black,"

"Do I need a lawyer or something here?" I asked.

"I believe we only know one other person with black eyes,"

"Just drop it," I growled, feeling tears edge my vision. I had to calm myself again before the monitor said I was in cardiac arrest or something.

"The minute you were given a pelvic exam and I heard what the one nurse told the doctor, It all became very clear, Katarzyna,"

"Let it go," I whispered.

"Emelyn is your daughter," he said sternly.

"Please-,"

"And Michael Myers is her father,"

Review! So what do you think? I know it was expected but now it's confirmed. Little Emelyn is the child of Michael Myers. Do you think the proud daddy knows any of this?

Actually the more important one, where did Michael disappear to? After hurting Kat he just left and didn't bother to harm Laurie or anyone else.

Okay, next chapter we will find Kat's side of the story and all questions are hopefully answered.

Until next time, read and review!