DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna, Emmy and my other OCs.
Chapter Sixteen
AN: THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO DRAGONMASTER789 WHOSE BIRTHDAY WAS October 26, 2013 BUT UNFORTUNATELY I COULD NOT GET THIS OUT IN TIME! SO I AM SORRY DRAGON MASTER BUT I HOPE THIS MAKES IT BETTER :D
SO EVERYONE, BE SURE TO READ THE BONUS CHAPTER AT THE END!
I could feel my stomach drop and my heart skip a few beats as Loomis continued to hold my hair out of the way and stare at the large dark purple-black bruise on my neck. Mentally, I was punching myself; why didn't I cover it up?! What possessed me to think that simply throwing my hair over my shoulder would solve everything?!
"Kat?" Loomis asked, concern edging his voice, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I somehow managed to say. I quickly shook all thoughts from my head and pulled away from Loomis, letting my hair fall into place, "There's nothing to tell,"
"Katarzyna," he said in astonishment, "There is a lot to tell! You have bruises on your wrists and a huge bite mark on your neck! Something obviously happened and considering your past with Michael and what has entailed from it, I have a very good idea,"
"What are you implying?" I accused, "We kissed, that's it! The bite was an accident; I turned my head and he hadn't realized in time,"
"He's dangerous, Kat! Do you know what could have happened? You were lucky once in the asylum-,"
"I didn't sleep with him," I said and Loomis immediately stopped talking. I guess my bluntness was unexpected.
"I never said you did," he said calmly, "I was just saying that you were lucky once in the asylum and again back at the diner, but if you keep playing with fire you will get burned, or in yours and Michael's case, incinerated,"
"I appreciate your concern Loomis, I really do. But, I can handle Michael now; before I was going through a very hard, overwhelming time and lost myself, but now I'm back on top," I reassured him. I heard him let out a frustrated sigh.
"You can't tame him Kat," he told me.
"I don't intend to,"
"Your mindset with this isn't wise-,"
"I hate to cut our conversation short, Loomis," I cut him off, "But I need to get Emmy to school and I have to return to my classes at college. They were nice enough to give me these weeks off and let me do any work at home, but now I am needed there,"
"Katarzyna, this isn't safe,"
"When have I been known to play it safe?"
"Think about Emelyn," he said.
"I am thinking about her, that's why I am going to school and haven't killed her father yet," I told him as we walked to the door. I heard him scoff and mutter something about how no one can even attempt to kill Michael.
"These are dangerous waters Kat," he turned to me as he spoke gravely.
"Then I'll try not to drown," before I could close the door, Loomis asked one more thing of me.
"Kat," his voice was soft, "At least tell me you honestly had no idea about Ethan. I know you didn't kill him, but I need to know you weren't involved,"
I sighed, "I know you still don't trust me whenever a body turns up, but I can honestly say that I didn't know what he was planning for Ethan and I never intended it to happen. If I had cancelled the date maybe I could have prevented it, but I will live with never knowing"
"It wasn't your fault," he said.
"In a way," I whispered, "It was," I closed the door and looked at the clock. 7:30; I had a half hour to get Emmy and I both to school and both of us were far from ready.
Perfect.
/oo/
The only way I could summarize the feeling in the room the moment I walked into my first class was, apprehensive. All eyes shot to me and none looked the least bit sympathetic. The people who had at one point sent me flowers, called with words of encouragement and often kept in touch to make sure I was safe, were now my enemies.
Small town, cop dead, town freak the last known person with him, said town freak has past connections with the local serial killer…yeah, I was enemy #1 in Haddonfield.
They saw me as an equal to Michael Myers.
I probably shouldn't have felt as proud as I did at that revelation.
"Morning," I said as I took my seat. The girl who usually sat next to me had moved across the room, leaving me with the entire table to spread my stuff out on.
"Sorry, for my absence," I continued, ignoring the gazes that were currently burning into the back of my head.
"Ms. Bury, can I speak to you for a moment before you get too comfortable?" I kept my composure as I grabbed my things and followed the professor into the hallway, knowing nothing good could come out of those words. The moment the door closed, she turned to me.
"Ms. Bury, we have been informed about the death of Ethan Sorrento," she began.
"I know, and it really is tragic, I'd been friends with him since high school," I told her.
"Well, we have also been informed on you being the prime suspect since you were the last person with him and two of the sheriff's deputies have come on his behalf to say that it's best if we keep some distance,"
"What?" I could feel the anger boiling inside of me as she held up her hand.
"What I am saying is, perhaps it is best if you remain doing your studies at home until this is straightened out, I really don't want someone to take matters into their own hands," I could see in her eyes that she was genuinely worried for me and that made a small bit of my rage vanish, but not enough to calm me.
"Very well," I deadpanned and all but ran out of the building, as the professor called me. I turned to her.
"I was told not to indulge you with this, but they have also gone to your cousin's school as well," I felt my mouth drop open; Emmy had nothing to do with this! I ran out of the building, but I wasn't going home…
/oo/
"Johnson! Sanchez!" I shouted the moment I stormed into the police department, "I have a bone to pick with you!"
"Bury, calm down," the sheriff said, appearing in front of me, "There's no need for tempers,"
"Sorry, you know how vindictive I can be," I shoved passed him and towards the two officers who were currently laughing to themselves.
"Let's get something straight," I seethed and they immediately silenced. I had the who room's attention, "I don't care if you come to my college and spread the word that I am your scape goat in Ethan's murder, even though we know full well that your killer is six foot eight, wears a mask and has a sick attachment to an very large butcher knife, but don't you ever go to my little cousin's school and bring her into something she isn't involved in!"
"We know Myers did the killing, but we also know that you probably had him to it," Sanchez said.
"Oh, yeah," I gave a dry laugh, "He's my personal hit man,"
"Wouldn't surprise me, you two were pretty close as kids and wouldn't be too unexpected if you got a little closer when you were older," Johnson gave an arrogant grin and leaned towards me.
"You implying something?" I said lowly, getting closer into his face.
"What are you going to do if I am," he taunted, "Kitty Kat?"
"What did you call me?" I demanded angrily.
"Kitty Kat," Kitty Kat; How I loathed that name. I don't know who the first person was to start calling me that, but it spread like wildfire. One of the orderlies at the asylum lived in town and pretty soon, the entire asylum was calling me it. In fact, when I had broken my leg, Michael wrote the name on the cast, knowing how it infuriated me. I had never expected the name alone would make me finally snap.
"Don't ever call me that!" I shouted, my hands wrapping around his throat as we fall onto the ground. He gasped for air as everyone yanked me off him. I felt Sanchez "accidentally" hit me in my bad shoulder, making me cry out before I punched him in return. None of this was helping my case, but I didn't care.
"That's it!" the sheriff yelled, "Lock her up!" Instead of breaking the noses of two other cops, I should have stopped resisting, but I didn't and it led me to a cell on the other end of the precinct, where I was virtually hidden away from everyone. I was allowed my phone call and I got ahold of Laurie, lying and saying I was in school late and she would need to keep Emmy overnight. Thankfully, she didn't ask any questions.
I don't know how much time passed before I heard footsteps and Johnson appeared in front of my cell.
"I always knew this day would come; Katarzyna Bury in a jail cell,"
"Screw you," I spat. It was silent a few moments.
"Tell me something Ty," I saw his eyes widened at the use of his first name, as if I had offended him, "What were you implying earlier?"
"I was just saying, you never were much a dating person in high school, you only ever talked about Myers," he said, "Not to mention you suddenly were nowhere to be found and the only time you were seen was at the bus stop," he trailed off, hoping he was getting under my skin.
"If this whole 'Frame the Freak' is a personal vendetta against me, you are really going down," I laughed, but knew deep down, that he wouldn't. I had no power here, he did. The cops didn't like me; hell, I went to school with most of them; they hated me.
"Personal vendetta?" he mocked confusion.
"You did ask me out once in junior year of high school and I shot you down. What? Your ego a little bruised at the fact that I rejected you yet willingly chose a psychopathic killer who wears masks?"
"So there was something," he grinned again. I scoffed and was thankful that I had caked makeup over the bruises before I left the house.
"Don't flatter yourself; in case you've forgotten, Michael was in an asylum and I was in California. Not exactly a long distance thing,"
"What about before you left?" I swear I was about to smack that damned arrogant smirk off his face.
"Why are you so interested?" I asked, walking up to the barred door, "Jealous that Michael Myers got farther with a girl before you did?" That made the smirk disappear and a sneer take its place. I knew my smile was nothing short of mischievous.
"Being the town freak has its benefits; I hear everything and no one ever knows. I have so much dirt on you, it's not even funny," I staged whispered, "I know every lie you told, including when you lost your-,"
He slammed his hands against the bars, making me jump back slightly, "Watch yourself, Bury. You aren't hidden anymore, you are in the spotlight now. Don't make me do something I will regret,"
"Threatening me now?" I demanded.
"And if I am?" he asked, "No one will believe you and no one will come to your rescue," with that, he walked away, whistling while I retreated to the back of the cell, seething.
/oo/
(Later that night)
I refused to fall asleep as long as Johnson was walking about the precinct. I spent I don't know how many hours listening to the muffled conversations and the occasional person coming in asking about Ethan.
Ethan. My heart squeezed with guilt. I should have cancelled the date when Emmy begged me too. Last night, I had taken it lightly when I realized that Michael was jealous of my going on a date, but now, I realized the true seriousness of the situation. I wasn't afraid of Michael anymore, but I was afraid for the people that surrounded me; one wrong move and someone else is added to his body count.
But, then again, who was to say he wouldn't kill him later, even if it didn't involve me? None of this was new, nothing revolved around me; I just happened to move back into to town at the wrong time. I was just another trigger to add to Michael Myers's psychosis.
"Okay, Bury," I looked up from where I was curled up in the corner to see Johnson smirking at me, "Seems no one has come to bail you out-,"
"No one knows I'm here,"
"By now they do," he chuckled darkly, "But, anyway, it seems you will be spending the night here and unfortunately I'm not on the graveyard shift tonight,"
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" I asked, bored. His only response was a shrug and another dark laugh before disappearing back into the main area. Groaning loudly, I rested my head against the cement wall and began to wonder how hard I would have to slam it into the wall for me to pass out.
I had lost track of the time, but it was well past midnight when I heard the strange noise. Slowly standing, I walked over and pressed myself against the bars, straining to see what was going on.
"I know she is here," I heard Loomis say angrily from the front of the building. I listened to the Sherriff's muffled argument about me assaulting one on his men only to have Loomis counter back immediately. However, whatever that strange noise was, it was coming in the opposite direction.
I looked towards the back of the building where the back door was and saw the handle shaking violently. Gazing up, my breath caught in my throat when I saw a familiar white mask. Oh, this was not going to end well at all…
"No!" I mouthed towards him, knowing he was looking at me. I don't know why I thought he would listen to me, but the last thing we needed was for Michael to break me out, and possibly taking some victims in the process, which would only add to the guilt the town has put on me.
"Kat!" I spun my head and saw Loomis storming down the narrow hall, two officers behind him, "Why didn't you call and tell me you were here?"
"I needed someone to watch Emmy and I was only allowed one phone call," I said, tensely, subtly turning my head to the side, gesturing to the door Michael was trying to get in through. Catching onto my actions, Loomis looked over only to have his face contort in confusion.
"What?" he asked. I looked over and saw that there was no one by the door; nothing was jiggling the lock and no white mask peaking in. I know I didn't imagine it.
"Nothing," I said quickly. The cell was unlocked and I stepped out, fixing my hair to the side in case any makeup had rubbed off. Loomis took my bruised wrist and I resisted the urge to wince at the soreness that still lingered.
"The sheriff won't be happy with this," the one officer said.
"Tell the sheriff he can kiss my-,"
"Let's go Kat," Loomis cut me of pulling me out of the precinct, knowing that if I kept talking we would both get locked up.
/oo/
"Boy, you are really getting back into your element," Loomis said sarcastically once we were in the car, "Taunt Michael and then get yourself arrested all within a 24 hour window!"
"It wasn't my plan!" I argued.
"You choked Officer Johnson and broke the noses of two other officers!"
"Johnson has it in for me," I spat, "Everyone in Haddonfield knows it and just take his side for obvious reasons!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Back in high school, junior year, Johnson talked a good game; saying how he hooked up with all these girls and was the biggest playboy but I knew that it was a lie. I never said anything, waiting for the right moment. But, he had yet to get to first base with someone. He had a crush on me and I shot him down in front of the whole school; that wasn't my intention but he happened to ask at the worst time: lunch. However, by that point, a rumor had begun that I visited Michael, so he was a little mad that I was choosing Myers over "The big bad jock"," I explained.
"High school drama is what is setting him off?" he asked, skeptically.
"You didn't grow up in a little town like this, did you?" I asked, "There are certain things people remember from high school, and that moment Johnson chose to keep for the future,"
"Haddonfield is full of surprises," he scoffed.
"You have no idea," I muttered, "Sometimes I wish I stayed in California,"
"Hey, can we stop at Laurie's so I can pick up Emmy?" I asked quietly after a few moments and watched him nod slightly. The rest of the car ride was silent, until I picked up Emmy who was loaded up on sugar and practically bouncing around the back of the car.
"Can we go to the park? Or the movies?! Oh! Oh! Can we get ice cream!" she yelled, leaning forward so her head was between Loomis and I.
"No, you've had enough sugar for tonight and you need to go to bed for school tomorrow," I said, pulling my hair into a ponytail.
"But-,"
"Emelyn, no," She pouted a moment before she turned to me and narrowed her eyes in in confusion.
"Mommy, did you fall?" she asked.
"No, why?"
"Because you have a really big bruise on your neck," Loomis let out a choked laugh as I tried to stifle a gasp and failed, "If you didn't fall, how did you get it?"
"Yes, Kat," Loomis said teasingly, "How did you get it?"
"Don't worry about it," I said, a little harsher than I meant to, but Emmy didn't seem to notice as she just shrugged and continued with her questions.
"Do you think Michael will be at the house?" she asked with a huge smile.
"If he is, I got a bone to pick with him," I said as we pulled up to the house, "Thanks Loomis," I said as I opened the door and Emmy bounded up the front steps.
"I'm coming in," he said, "I need to make sure you're safe,"
"I am safe Loomis," I told him.
"What if something like last night happens?"
"Then I hope I haven't gotten rusty in the seven years I've been away," I teased and I saw Loomis's mouth drop open.
"Kat, please,"
"I'm joking," I reassured him, "Sort of. Now it has been a long night and I do plan to get some much needed sleep considering that all my classes will be online now since I am not allowed on campus,"
"Call me if you need anything," he said reluctantly before driving away, even though I knew he wanted to go inside and help me search for Michael, determined to take him down for good. It didn't matter how much of a soft spot he had for Emmy and I. Nor did it matter that he saw us as something of a gray area when it came to Michael's violence and silent rule of never leaving a victim alive. In the end, Loomis would be in a never ending war with Michael Myers, just like how Michael wouldn't rest until he found a way to get rid of Laurie.
Nothing was ever going to change.
Once I opened the door, Emmy ran through the darkness of the living room with ease and into the kitchen, before turning on the light. I froze when I noticed that the armchair wasn't in the corner of the room like normal, instead in front of the fireplace, facing me. There was someone sitting in it and I knew it wasn't Michael.
"Hello Kitty Kat," the voice drawled with menace. I heart clench as I turned on the living room light and saw who was sitting in the chair.
"How did you get in here?" I hissed.
Next chapter, Who is in the living room with Kat? Keep your ideas to yourself until next time! Enjoy the bonus chapter!
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(BONUS CHAPTER) DEDICATED TO DRAGONMASTER789! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!
(PLEASE READ THE AN AT THE END!)
I woke up on a stiff mattress in a dimly lit room, my body completely sore. I groaned and rolled onto my side, letting my eyes adjust before I realized I was staring at a wall covered in masks. I clutched the scratchy blanket close to me as I sat up and looked around, finding Michael back at his desk, making something and completely ignoring me; just like the other times.
"Morning," I rasped, shivering when the damp air hit my body as I looked for my clothes. I pulled on my jeans and moaned when I found my shirt torn up; I seriously needed to stop bringing my dagger with me on visits, he was going to destroy my entire wardrobe. Wrapping my arms around my torso, I scurried to the little chest at the foot of the bed and opened it, knowing Michael kept clothes in there. I pulled out a white T-shirt and slipped it on, practically being swallowed by the material as it reached past my thighs and the sleeves almost touching the crook of my arms.
Michael made no acknowledgement of me as he continued to work. I walked over to him and leaned against the desk, watching him paint over the mask. It was smaller than the others and at the time I had thought he was simply realizing he was running out of room for his creations.
"It's so cute," I smiled before clutching my stomach and holding the edge of the table. Finally, he looked at me, his dark eyes giving nothing away, but the fact he reacted was enough to show me he was curious.
"It's nothing," I whispered, trying to keep my stomach contents down, "I think I just caught a bug,"
He continued to look at me as I took deep breaths a closed my eyes, waiting for the nausea to subside. When it did, I stood up and made my way to the bed, sitting down on the hard mattress. I leaned over and picked up my backpack that had been discarded by Michael's chair and put the ripped remains of my shirt in it. After a few seconds passed, I opened his truck and took out a couple outfits, some white T-shirts and a pair of jeans (I hadn't even realized I had grabbed the pants until after I got home).
"I'm stealing some shirts because they are comfy," I said lightly, "No doubt they will be replaced," he didn't respond as he continued to paint contently. I sighed and slung my bag over my shoulder, ignoring the wave of nausea as I walked up to him.
"I need to go before they catch me," I whispered, wanting so badly to place my hand on his shoulder, but knew it wouldn't be wise. I sighed and gave a sad smile,
"See ya, next time Michael," I said, "It may be a few days cause my aunt is in town, but I will be back," I turned when a large hand grabbed my elbow and yanked me back. I spun around and found him placing the mask into my hand with a gentleness I had never seen from him, he turned the mask over, handling it with uncharacteristic care; I was almost jealous he acted that way with an inanimate object. But then again, he always loved his masks. The paint had dried quickly, but there were still a few wet spots I felt under my fingers.
"Thank you Michael," I said, before slipping out of the room and sanitarium, with the help of Sally. I remember hanging that little mask in Emmy's nursery, right above her crib. Sometimes I wondered if Michael knew before it even happened; realized something that even I had yet to.
But I never knew because the next week, I was on a plane to California.
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Review! Okay, Before you ask, no Michael didn't know about Emmy AT ALL until he realized it himself, he just made a little mask for Kat lolz. So the bonus chapter had nothing to do with the plot but it had been a while since we had a flashback and I'm sure you were all curious about some of Kat and Michael's moments in the asylum. The little mask isn't really brought up again but let me know if you want me to include it somewhere.
AGAIN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DRAGONMASTER789!