DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.
AN: So I'm sorry this took so long! I started college last week and I was NOT expecting classes to be so crazy! I haven't been able to write in forever! Sadly this will be the pattern though :-/ I will be unable to update as often as I used to but I PROMISE THAT THIS STORY WILL FINISH!
Chapter Fourteen
I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned inwardly at the reflection. So far I had changed into at least ten different outfits and couldn't stand how I looked in any of them; they either looked way to casual or looked like I was trying way too hard. This was one of the reasons I especially hated the thought of going on dates.
Stripping off the black skirt and white blouse, I continued rummaging through my closet when I heard a crash in the hallway. Jumping, I ran out to see what had happened, not caring if I was just in my bra and underwear.
Emmy stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at the broken remains of the vase that had once been sitting on the hall table, which had been knocked down.
"Emelyn, what the hell?!" I yelled, grabbing my robe and tying it around me. Ever since she had woken up from her nap, it had been one mishap after the next. Never had this girl misbehaved this badly, even when she threw a hissy fit. Earlier we had spent a couple hours running errands and she had been insufferable; constantly whining and being rude, acting completely out of character.
I watched where I stepped, so not to get a piece of ceramic embedded in my foot, as I made my way to Emmy.
"Oops," she muttered monotone, showing no regret in her actions. I noticed her clenching her hand in a fist and gently pried it open to reveal a cut along her palm that was steadily bleeding over the rest of her hand. I didn't say anything as I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom and sat her on the edge of the sink. I riffled through the medicine cabinet for Neosporin and a band aid before wetting a wash cloth and wiping away the blood.
"What has gotten into you?" I asked, only to receive a shrug in response. I bit down a growl of annoyance and focused on my task. Thankfully, the cut was shallow, nothing that wouldn't heal within the next couple of days. I sighed in relief and covered it with the Neosporin before placing the band aid on top.
"Guess you got to stay home now to make sure my hand is all better," she said with an arrogant tone in her voice. I raised an eyebrow at her and felt myself smirk.
"I think you will survive," I said and had to bite my lip as she pouted, "I guess your plan backfired Em,"
"Hmph," she huffed, jumping down from the sink and storming into her bedroom, slamming her door behind her. A few seconds later, I heard her other door slam as well. I shook my head and went to clean up the mess in the hallway. I would let her cool down for a little bit before talking to her. Unfortunately, Emmy had inherited not only her father's temper, but mine as well.
/oo/
(An hour and a half later)
Emmy refused to talk to me whenever I tried to check on her, so I finally decided to leave her to her moping. After cleaning up the hallway, I returned to my room and continued trying on outfits until I finally found one I liked.
It was a black, strapless dress that fell to just above my knees. There was some embroidery adorning the top of the dress as well as the hem at the bottom. It was simple but not too extravagant. I put on matching black heels that made me taller than I already was; hopefully I wasn't too much taller than Ethan when he came to pick me up. That was always a problem with guys; as I got older I found myself at least an inch or two taller than them. The only person who ever actually towered over me was Michael.
My mood suddenly dampened as he came to mind. Ever since I shouted at him in the hospital, I hadn't seen hide or hair of Michael. Even Emmy had stopped having one sided conversations whenever she was supposedly alone. I didn't know whether to be worried or relieved about that.
An exaggerated cough brought me from my thoughts as I looked over to see Emmy in the doorway. Her eyes were half open and she let out another over the top cough and loud sniffle. Gripped in her hand was a thermometer.
"What's wrong Emmy?" I asked.
"I don't feel good," she said pitifully and 'coughed' again, "I even took my temperature mommy," she handed me the thermometer and I looked at the object then back at her.
"110 degrees, huh?" I asked, "That is pretty serious,"
"Yeah," she sniffled, "I guess you need to take care of me now,"
"Not me," I shook my head, trying to hide a smirk, "A temperature this high warrants a trip to the hospital, I mean this isn't good at all! They will need to do tests and everything,"
"Would that involve needles?" she asked feebly.
"Oh for sure," I nodded. Suddenly, she ripped the thermometer from my hand and perked up.
"I'm all better now! I will take my temperature again and prove it to you! I don't need a needle!" she yelled before running away from me and back into her room. I shook my head and began to brush my hair. I should have never taught her how to fake a fever with a thermometer and light bulb.
/oo/
(7:00pm)
By the time seven came around, I was tired from debunking all of Emmy's ailments. After her fever stunt, Emmy had broken two more vases, refused to eat dinner, took a twenty-five minute bath knowing full well I wouldn't leave her alone, and most recently tried to convince me her spleen was rupturing.
She had disappeared into the dining room to color when the doorbell rang. I had been reluctant earlier today about continuing with the date when the body of my neighbor had been found not far from her house. She had been stabbed multiple times in the chest and face and was drenched in her own blood. It had been released that about half of the stab wounds had been administered post-mortem. "Whoever" did this had been so angry that they had gone beyond overkill.
Ethan had come to me to deliver the news and also that we may have to postpone our date if his boss told him to stay at the station in case of any other incidents. I had been careful after the news, keeping myself on high alert in case of anything or anyone jumping out at me. But a half hour earlier I had gotten a text saying he was let off early and we would grab dinner and movie.
"Good evening," he said as I opened the door. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a navy blue dress shirt. His normally messy hair had been brushed and gelled back, revealing his light green eyes to me. He flashed me a boyish grin as I let him inside.
"Hey," I said, feeling suddenly self-conscious, "I'm just waiting for Laurie to get here so she can watch Emmy,"
"No problem," he laughed as we walked into the living room. I could feel his eyes on me but when I turned to him, he immediately looked away at one of the pictures I hung on the wall.
"How old were you in this?" he asked. I walked over and immediately regretted it when I saw what the picture was. It was from one winter storm we had, school had closed and I had spent the day at the Myers House playing in the snow. Michael had given poor Deborah a heart attack when he decided to jump off the second floor balcony and into a pile of snow that was hiding a fire hydrant in there somewhere.
"That's the fun of it!" he had said, "You don't know where it is! Plus the worst that can happen is I break my arm…or tailbone,"
Thankfully, he had landed in the soft snow away from the fire hydrant. When I went to check on him, he had yanked me into the snow with him, making me squeal in laughter. Deborah couldn't pass up taking a picture of us together. Now it just left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Why was everything reminding me of Michael?!
"I was six;" I said quickly, "Michael was about nine,"
"You two seem like you were really close," he mused.
"Yeah," I muttered and turned away from the picture, unable to look at it anymore, "Despite popular belief, Michael was a pretty fun kid to grow up with,"
Ethan hummed before turning away from the picture too, "So where is Emmy?"
"Probably still in the dining room coloring, she doesn't want me leaving tonight," I shrugged, "After the accident she has become a little mother," I lied.
"Understandable,"
"Do you want a drink?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied.
"I will be right back," I said before disappearing into the kitchen.
/oo/
(Emelyn "Emmy")
Emmy sat in the dark dining room, coloring, as she listened to Ethan and Kat talking. She didn't want them to go out! Kat was supposed to be with Michael!
The crayon broke from the use of force and Emmy let out an annoyed huff. The sound of shuffling in the corner of the room made her look up and see an intimidating yet familiar shape appear from the shadows.
"Michael!" She whispered loudly and climbed from the chair. She ran over to him and gripped his leg. She felt him stiffen before a large hand came down and patted her atop the head. She took a hold of said hand and gripped it tightly. Then she realized something.
"Michael, you smell like the same soap Kat uses! I know because it smells like cinnamon!" she hissed, trying to keep her voice level down. Michael made no reaction to her words but she had grown used to it at this point.
"Can I ask a question?" she looked up at him and watched him cock his head to the side. She took that as a 'yes.'
"Why did you kill that girl? I mean, I know you were mad but of all people to choose, why her?"
When Michael didn't make a move to respond in any form, she continued.
"When they said what her name was I remembered her as one of our neighbors. I remember because she reminded me of mommy," she was quiet a moment before her eyes widened, "Did you kill her because you are mad at Kat?"
She knew she had just let it slip that Kat was her mom, but he was bound to find out eventually. She watched Michael straighten his head and knew that she had hit the nail on the head.
"I guess I'm mad too," she muttered. Just then, Ethan laughed and she felt her anger rise, making her grip Michael's hand in a vice grip. It also didn't go unnoticed by her that Michael's hand had tightened around hers as well. He wasn't happy either.
"I don't want him near her," she said darkly. Michael seemed to finally react when his gaze shot down at her at the sudden change in her tone. Her friends in California used to tell her that when she got angry she was like a different person.
"I don't like him anymore," she continued and pressed herself closer to Michael's leg. She felt his hand leave her own to pat her on the head again. That's when an idea came to mind.
"Michael, you used to play pranks to get rid of your mommy's boyfriends, right?" she asked, remembering Kat's stories. He slowly nodded.
"I think the boxes are still in the attic in the back," she said slyly, "Can you help me get them?" A few beats passed before Michael bent down and lifted Emmy off the ground. She held in a squeal at how high she suddenly was; and she thought he was tall before!
"We can't let them know what we are up to," she whispered and gave him an evil little grin.
/oo/
(Michael)
Michael had been fuming as he watched Sorrento enter his home and talk to Kat. When he had come by earlier and said that he may have to cancel the date because of more possible murders, Michael had been pleased with himself. But when Sorrento arrived, his anger had returned. He knew he shouldn't have stopped at one victim.
He felt more rage build inside when he watched the boy eye Kat in that damned dress she wore. She may have thought it was appropriate but she seemed to overlook the small fact that it was form fitting, leaving not much to the imagination.
When she left him in the living room to get a drink, Michael had contemplated moving their "meeting" up a little early and taking care of the boy there, but then the small figure in the dining room had distracted him.
Emmy was none too happy as she sat in the dark, scribbling angrily onto the paper, multiple broken crayons beside her. Her face was twisted with a mix of calm anger and scheming. Her mood had instantly changed though when she noticed him in the corner.
He hadn't shied away when she ran up to him and hugged his leg or when she gripped his hand. He groaned inwardly when she made the observation that he had smelled like the same spiced soap Kat used. While the girls had gone out to do errands, he took a chance to rid himself of the blood that had covered him from his last victim. There was nothing else for him to use and he sure as hell wasn't going to use his seven year old daughter's soap, not even wanting to think about what it may have smelled like.
He had been surprised when her voice suddenly became dark at the sound of Sorrento's laugh. How had he not noticed how much like him she was before? Her grip on his hand was extremely tight as she continued to glare into the living room. Then she asked him to take her to the attic to find the box that held his old things.
He had shocked himself when he felt his chest swell at her evil little grin. It almost felt like…pride?
It would be fun to see what this child had up her sleeve.
/oo/
Ethan sat on the couch waiting for Kat to return from her phone call with Laurie to see where the girl was. He felt like he was in high school again, going on his first date.
He had wanted to ask Kat out ever since he had first met her but never got the chance. Her reputation was no secret among Haddonfield; her friendship with Myers and her morbid obsession with him after he snapped. Then in their senior year, she moved away and he never heard from her for the next seven years.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he listened to Kat's muffled voice in the kitchen. He felt something run along his arm and he looked down to see a fuzzy black spider. He shrieked and shoved it away from him and jumped up from his seat, only to hear a squeaky laugh from the chair across the room.
"Hello," Emmy popped up from behind the chair and he noticed in her hand was a clear thread that connected to the spider that he had now realized was only rubber.
"Hello Emelyn," he sighed.
"It's Emmy," she said seriously and picked up her toy, "And I don't think you should take Kat out," Ethan was amused and smirked.
"Why is that?"
"I'm just warning you that it will be the last thing you do," she said vaguely.
"Emelyn!" the two jumped at Kat who was standing in the doorway, looking far from happy. She walked over and grabbed Emmy's hand before walking into the kitchen with her.
/oo/
"Okay, no more games," I said, lifting Emmy onto the countertop, "What is the real problem here?"
"You can't go on the date," she cried.
"Emmy-,"
"No! You belong with Michael! He is the only guy who didn't hurt you," she pouted. I bit my tongue but Emmy seemed to have read my mind.
"That was an accident!" she defended, "That last time you went on a date it was with Derek and he was a bad man. How do we know that won't happen again,"
"I won't let that happen again," I said seriously.
"You belong with Michael! I won't share you with anyone else!" her bottom lip quivered and I felt a tug at my heart. I lifted her into my arms and held her as she sniffled.
"Okay," I said quietly, "I will make a deal with you. This will be the only date I have with Ethan. I don't want to be rude to him; he and I were friends before I moved with Auntie. Can it be okay if it's just one night?"
"It will only be one night," she said before pulling from my arms and leaving the room at the sound of someone knocking on the door. Finally Laurie had arrived.
"Is everything okay?" Ethan whispered to me when I walked back into the living room.
"Yeah," I gave a tight smile and watched Emmy pull Laurie up the stairs towards her room, babbling about something she learned to make in art class and she needed to show it off.
"You ready?" Ethan asked. I couldn't bring myself to speak as my stomach seemed to suddenly drop as reality punched me in the face at the realization I was going on a date. A date with Ethan.
Why was dread so heavy in the air?
/oo/
(Sometime after midnight)
I was practically dead on my feet as Ethan walked me to the front door. The dinner was nice but far too expensive for my taste. What made it worse was that he refused to let me pay for my half of it. When we got to the movie theatre, it took us a good twenty minutes for us to settle on a movie; I wanted to see the newest horror flick while he was determined to see the new mob movie.
In the end, I won.
The one thing I hadn't anticipated was the minute the lights went out. At first Ethan had kept trying to grab my hand, but I always moved it out of the way. When he realized it wouldn't work, he draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close to him so my head almost rested on his chest. It didn't feel right, he felt so soft, too soft. There was no hardness to his build, something I had been far too used to because of the past.
I had finally pulled myself away from him, but not before he stole a kiss to my cheek. The action made me blush but other than that, nothing. No sparks, no ground movement, nothing that made my legs go weak and I would think about for the next week.
Nothing to make me forget about him.
Now we stood on my front doorstep in an awkward silence as he stared at me and I looked at my shoes like the coward I suddenly was.
"I hope you had fun tonight," he said, breaking the silence.
"I did, I just wish you let me pay for something," I responded, "Especially with the prices in that restaurant,"
"I told you it's no problem Kat, I like doing this and you deserve it," he said, "Maybe next time,"
'Next time,' the words repeated in my head as I stared at him, unable to speak. How do I tell him that there couldn't be a next time? How do I tell him that throughout the dinner portion of the date, I would look up at him, half expecting to be met with a man wearing a crudely made mask? How do I say during the movie when he pulled me to him, I was hoping for a hard body that I was all too familiar with, or that when I looked at him in the darkness I was finding myself hoping that he was replaced by someone wearing an aged, latex mask?
"Ethan, I really don't think-," I began but he cut me off.
"I'm sorry if I seemed to forward tonight, I promise to do better when we meet again," he rambled and I quickly stopped him.
"Ethan, I can't do this again!" I said and felt my heart break at the look on his face, "I'm sorry, but I can't, I just can't,"
"You just aren't used to it," he reasoned, "I mean think about it, the only 'relationship' you ever had was with a deranged killer, not exactly healthy. You just need to almost re-educate yourself,"
"Ethan, you don't understand," I began. He shook his head.
"You're making it more complicated than it really is," he said. Oh, if only he knew.
Before I knew what was happening, Ethan had closed the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine. I froze in place, unsure of what to do; I wasn't used to gentle kisses, I didn't want gentle kisses. When he tried to deepen it, I came to my senses and shoved him away.
"Ethan, stop!" I shouted, "I can't,"
"Kat-,"
"No! You don't understand! It is more complicated than you think! Everyone assumes that it was nothing, but they don't know the half of it!" my breathing was becoming erratic as I tried to calm myself.
"Look I know it's hard," he said, "You two grew up together-,"
"It wasn't just that! God! We didn't just grow up together, we did everything together! We were the same person as kids and everyone assumes I was in denial when he was sent away but I wasn't! I knew damn well what he had done and I was the only one who knows the real reasons behind it. Everyone just thinks he snapped but he snapped for a reason!" Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but I wouldn't let him.
"No one knows the half of our relationship. No one knows just how far deep in I was. How close we really were! No one knows what happened before I moved away! They think we were just good friends but we weren't! We were more than that!"
"Wait," Ethan grabbed my shoulder to stop me from pacing and I looked at him, "You are saying that you and Myers?" I nodded and his eyes widened, "You willingly-?"
"Yes! Okay? Yes! No one knows but that is what happened! It wasn't just one time either!"
"Why?" he asked.
"BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!" I screamed. Ethan didn't respond as I stood there panting, calming myself.
"I love Michael Myers," I whispered and the silence between us had become heavy. Neither spoke as Ethan looked at me, confused.
"So Emmy?" he asked quietly and I closed my eyes.
"Yes," I breathed, "You can't tell anyone,"
"I won't Kat," he said placing a hand on my shoulder but when I looked into his eyes, I knew that he would. He would tell someone, maybe Loomis who already knew, maybe someone he thought he could trust, but it would be someone and soon everyone would know. I couldn't bear that.
"I'm sorry Ethan," I didn't wait for him to respond as I ran into the house and slammed the door in his face. I looked into the living room and stifled my sobs when I saw that Laurie had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV glowing with the sound low. I couldn't wake her, if she saw my face I would break down and probably reveal everything to her too.
I rushed up the stairs and into my room, taking off my dress and not bothering to change into pajamas as I slipped under the covers and buried my face into the pillow.
Damn, I was so weak.
/oo/
Michael watched from the shadows as Kat slammed to door in Sorrento's face. The boy stared at the door for a few minutes before turning and walking away, down the street. Did he forget that he had driven them home? That his car was right in front of him?
Michael followed close behind, his anger boiling inside him, waiting to burst. He had already been angry at the fact that Kat had gone on a date with him, but to watch him kiss her was nearly more than he could handle. She obviously was distraught and the boy thought that kissing her would solve it?!
When she revealed everything, he knew that Sorrento wouldn't keep his mouth shut, he would tell. When Haddonfield found out, Kat would be more than an outcast, she would be practically and untouchable. And Emmy…
Suddenly, Michael couldn't hold it in anymore as he sped up his pace towards Sorrento and grabbed the back of his shirt. The boy tried to fight, but Michael was twice his size and at least three times stronger. All he could see was red as he slammed the boy into the nearby tree. Before he realized it himself, he had buried his knife to the hilt into Sorrento's stomach.
Sorrento let out a gurgled gasp and coughed up some blood. Michael pulled out his knife and drove it into the boy's chest over and over again. The only thing racing through his mind was of that damned kiss and what would happen to Kat and Emmy if anyone found out their secret.
This was the satisfaction he had been deprived of since she had arrived. The satisfaction of taking a victim who would try their hardest to fight but in the end, lose. To drive his knife deep into their bodies until they were no longer alive.
He knew that he kept stabbing Sorrento, even after he was positively dead. But, Michael didn't care. He was too far gone.
When he finally pulled away, Sorrento was just a bloody mass against the tree. Looking down at himself, Michael saw he was once again drenched in blood. He couldn't let Kat see him in such a state; she would know immediately and the last thing she needed was more guilt on her mind. He would have to be extremely quiet while he cleaned himself up.
Turning on his heel, Michael left the body there for someone to find eventually. The threat was taken care of and Kat wouldn't be bothered by him anymore. Now, the only thing left to do was to visit Kat and see what the hell was going through her head.
She loved him? She may have loved him seven years ago but now she had claimed to hate him. The only connection they shared was Emmy and she would be damned if she let him anywhere near her. Though, that didn't stop him in the least. Perhaps it was time to confront his dear old friend.
And this time, he wouldn't let her get away so easily…
Review! Okay, so I hope this makes up for my long absence, if it sucks I am sorry! Haha! Next chapter we may have a Kat and Michael moment if you want. And also we see the results of Michael's actions. What shall happen next?
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