DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna, Emmy and my other OCs.
AN: HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY DARLING READERS! I know I normally don't update so close together but come on, it would be a crime if I didn't update my HALLOWEEN Fanfiction on its namesake holiday haha
Chapter Seventeen
RECAP:
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.
/oo/
(Present)
"How do you even know where I live?" I growled when he only laughed at my previous question.
"I flagged down an officer and asked him. He even called you "Kitty Kat" which I thought was adorable," he replied finally. I looked into the kitchen, hoping Emmy wouldn't come out.
"Don't worry about your kid. I didn't reveal anything seeing as how you took such precautions to keep your secret, but I can only keep my mouth shut for so long," Derek stood from the chair and walked towards me. I steeled myself and tried to keep my face emotionless as he got closer.
"Besides," he continued quietly, "She will be taken care of,"
"Stay away from her," I seethed, shoving him away, only to have him grab my wrists and press me against him. He immediately let go and gripped my upper arms in a grasp so tight I couldn't keep the gasp from escaping my lips; just what I needed: more bruises.
"Ah, ah, ah Kitty," he smiled, "Let's talk, shall we?"
/oo/
(Emelyn "Emmy")
She hadn't even realized there was someone else in the house until he spoke. Emmy immediately recognized his voice and felt herself stop in her process of making a sandwich. He was alive?! She thought she had buried the knife in his chest deep enough. Damn the hospital for doing such a good job of healing him.
Slowly, climbing off the chair she was using for height, Emmy poked her head around the corner to see Derek gripping Kat close to him as she stared at him with controlled rage. Where was her dagger?
Spinning on her heel, Emmy rushed to the drawer where the knives were, only to have a hand fall on her shoulder.
"Not so fast, kid," a lady's voice said. Emmy turned and came face to face with the girl from the hospital, the one who blamed Kat for Derek's near death. What was her name? Mandla?
"We are going to let the adults chat a little," she said sweetly though her lip was curled up with disgust. Immediately Emmy's composure changed as she continued to stare, and with all her might, shoved the woman away. Mandla shot up and lunged at her, Emmy easily moving out of the way.
"Fast for a little brat," she said.
"I'm seven, not one," Emmy retorted, kicking Mandla, successfully connecting with her jaw. Kat always did say that she had inherited Michael's inhuman strength.
"Michael, please be somewhere close!" She mentally screamed as Mandla wiped the blood from her mouth and began to stand. Emmy broke for the knife drawer, desperately wanting a blade in her hand. She shrieked when she felt a hand grab her ankle and pull back.
"DADDY, HELP!"
/oo/
(Katarzyna "Kat")
I heard Emmy shriek and broke away from Derek, sprinting towards the kitchen in a panic. Two arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. Derek chuckled darkly and held me close.
"Now, now," he said, "Mandla won't do anything. I was very clear in making sure not to put your little one in any danger. After all, we all know what happened to me when she was threatened,"
"Mandla, I swear if you touch my daughter I will slaughter you myself!" I screamed. Suddenly, I was flying across the room, landing inches from the window. I immediately stood up and felt around my waistband for my dagger.
"Looking for this?" he asked, brandishing the blade, "You left it in your nightstand drawer,"
"You've been snooping around," it wasn't a question as we slowly began to circle each other. The one time Michael should have been lurking around his house, he is nowhere to be found. The irony of the situation was going to kill me.
"Curiosity," he shrugged, "Wanted to know the place where you grew up. That officer said this was the Boogeyman's home. Another nickname?"
"Not mine," I had barely enough time to jump out of the way as he charged at me. Seeing an opening, I lunged for the dagger and the next thing I knew, we were rolling on the ground, fighting for dominance. It wasn't long before he was straddling me, pinning me to the ground as we both struggled for the dagger.
"Argh!" he half grunted, half shouted when he decided to punch me dead in the face. The action stunned me for a moment before coming to my senses and wiggling my leg free, successfully kneeing him in the groin. At his pained groan, I was able to roll out from under him. I shakily stood and tried to wipe the blood that was coming from my nose.
"You play dirty," he grunted, slowly standing, his grip still tight on the dagger.
"I could say the same to you," I panted before blocking another punch.
/oo/
(Emelyn "Emmy")
Emmy knew the good thing about being seven years old was that adults always underestimated her; no one ever saw past her innocent façade. They never took into consideration that she was beyond her years in maturity because her of her mother. They also never knew the exact origins of her father, making her strength and agility silent threats.
That was the case with Mandla when their tussle began; simply grabbing Emmy and trying to keep her quiet, barely even trying. But Emmy had other plans as she continued to punch and kick every chance she got. Sure, she had a long way to go before she was on Michael's level, but she liked to believe she was still powerful.
"Okay you little brat," Mandla said, standing and wiping blood from her split lip, "I'm trying to be nice here and listen to Derek but you are making it very hard,"
"Go to hell," Emmy muttered, repeating the phrase Kat often used when she was mad at someone. She pushed her hair from her face. Maybe she should cut it after this was done. Would Kat be mad if she got rid of her waist-length hair?
"Such adult language for a kid," she mocked, "What happened to that nervous little girl who clung to mommy's side?" Emmy couldn't hold back the scoff.
"I'm the daughter of a psychopath; I'm not what anyone thinks. Mommy says I turn more and more into my daddy every day," a disturbing smile appeared on the young girl's face, "I like it,"
"You know some pretty big words too,"
"My mommy is a certified genius, even though she doesn't show it; don't act so surprised," Emmy was slowly creeping to the knife drawer. She needed something sharp in her hand, she needed to shut this lady up for good.
She really was turning into Michael.
Mandla seemed to catch onto what Emmy was doing and immediately shoved her across the room. Emmy felt the wind get knocked out of her as she lay there a minute listen to Mandla make a triumphant noise. Suddenly, she could only see red.
Mandla was distracted, she wasn't paying attention as Emmy stood and reached for the wooden cutting board on the counter and slowly walk up to her before slamming the board down with all her might, onto Mandla's head. As the older woman fell, Emmy threw the cutting board down before stepping outback…
/oo/
(Michael)
His original plan was to break Kat out of jail and take her home. Maybe even kill Officer Johnson along the way. He always hated the arrogant man and seeing how he treated Kat, Michael's distaste for him only seemed to grow. It would have been so easy to just slice his throat and take Kat away, but in the back of his mind he knew it would cause even more trouble for his friend.
But why should he care?
When his plan backfired at the sight of Loomis's arrival, Michael had gone out to hunt, desperately needing a victim to take his rage out on. But, this time, he would make sure he was more careful not to get so much blood on him, unlike the previous murders.
Unfortunately, no one was out that night. Despite the nice, nighttime weather, everyone had chosen to remain inside, still shaken up by Sorrento's death. Just his luck.
Turning onto his street, Michael wasn't surprised to find lights on in his house. In fact, the sight was beginning to feel almost welcoming. It was a sign that not only Kat was there but little Emmy. Sweet but disturbingly violent Emmy.
What was happening to him?
What did surprise him, however, was the sound of shouting coming from inside as he came closer. One voice was Kat's, the other a man's. Had this girl learned nothing from how her last date ended?!
He stood on the sidewalk in front of the house, looking into the window as a man clutched Kat close to him while she struggled to break free. Rage was building in him as he stood perfectly still, trying to listen to what was being said, when suddenly, the sound of Emmy's terrified shriek could be heard probably by the next block. Less than a few seconds later, he watched Kat get thrown towards the window like a mere doll, relief filling his chest when she didn't go through the glass. Someone was hurting his girls.
Someone was going to die.
Gripping his knife tightly, Michael quickly moved around the house, hoping to surprise the unwanted guest by coming through the kitchen. As he passed the kitchen windows, he saw Emmy fighting a strange woman. The almost welcomed feeling of pride swelled in him as he saw how beaten up the woman was while Emmy stood emotionless and unscathed.
Within the couple seconds it took for him to make it to the back of the house, he stopped when he saw the door open and the small but gangly and bruised form of Emmy calmly walk into the backyard. What did the twisted little child have playing in her head? The thought intrigued the serial killer as he watched her approach a nearby tree stump with an old axe buried into it. It took a few hard tugs from her, but Emmy managed to get it free before walking back into the house.
Oh, he had to see this.
/oo/
(Emelyn "Emmy")
She wasn't sure what she was thinking as she yanked the axe free from the stump before re-entering the house. All she knew was that the woman on the ground before her was bad and she evoked a familiar feeling in Emmy; the same feeling she had that night when she stabbed Derek. She wanted to kill.
She continued to see red as she stared down at the unconscious Mandla for a few seconds, the rage of what she and her boyfriend had done slowly filling her body. With a loud grunt, Emmy swung the axe down with a force that no child should possess.
/oo/
(Michael)
Michael had seen many things in his lifetime; traumatizing things as a child and even more disturbing things during his stay in the sanitarium, and even after his escape. Nothing could surprise Michael Myers anymore. Nothing could EVER disturb him or shake him to the core. It was impossible.
But there he stood, in the back doorway, unable to look away from the sight before him. Emmy swinging the axe with all her might, continuously hitting the bloodied body of the woman, becoming more and more winded with ever hack. At one point, her hair fell over one side of her face, so only the side with her black pupil showed. She looked like him. In that moment, she had become him. She was truly his daughter.
And when Haddonfield found out, they would take her away. She would fall into the same cycle he did. And Kat would almost be in the same place as his mother was…
He wasn't letting that happen.
Seeming to get control over his body, Michael rushed forward and grabbed the handle of the axe, stopping Emmy from doing further damage. The girl seemed to have snapped out of her trance as she slowly looked up at Michael with wide eyes before looking back at the mess she made. Letting out a small squeal she let go of the axe and jumped back into him, trying to get away from the body.
"I couldn't stop," she whispered, "I just wanted her to shut up. She was bad, she and Derek,"
"Derek?" Michael thought. The guy who had tried to hurt Kat in California? The one Emmy nearly killed? HE was the man harming Kat?!
Placing the axe next to the dismembered body to get rid of it later, he took the ghostly pale Emmy over to the island and sat her on one of the chairs. Her expression was blank as she stared at the scene, no longer panicked.
"I'm glad I did it," she whispered, "I'm happy I killed her," a crashing was heard in the living room, breaking the two from their trance. Emmy seemed to change back into a scared child but as Michael looked at her, he could tell she never was or ever will be that innocent little girl again; just like what happened to him eighteen years ago.
"Help mommy," her voice held genuine fear for Kat while her face contained lingering rage, "Derek has her dagger," another thump was heard followed by a shrill cry from Kat. Placing a firm hand on Emmy's shoulder as a signal for her to stay put, even though something told him she wouldn't, he crept into the living room.
/oo/
(Katarzyna "Kat")
I hadn't realized how soft I had become since moving to Haddonfield until I began fighting Derek. That or he had somehow gotten stronger.
As Derek tried to slice the dagger down, I grabbed his wrist with one hand and used the other to jab him hard in the side. He groaned, his grip on the blade loosening ever so slightly, but not enough for me to get ahold of it. I kicked him in the shin and rammed my elbow into his stomach, making him double over from the sudden loss of air. I brought my knee up, connecting with his face.
"Son of a-," he trailed off with a pained cry as I twisted his arm that was still in my grasp, hearing a sickening crack. I smiled in satisfaction when I heard the dull thud of the dagger falling. Shoving him away, I dove for the blade, my fingers barely wrapping around the handle when I felt him grip my bad shoulder, making me bite back a yell.
"I still have one good arm," he gritted through his teeth, pressing his thumb, hard, into a tender spot where my stitches were and I felt tears fill my eyes. Slamming me into the wall, he took my dagger from my hand and sliced my stomach, shallow but just as painful. The sudden shock of pain made my legs go weak and I fell to the ground, only to suddenly feel his foot in my ribs, knocking me to my side. I panted heavily, trying to keep the pain from consuming me.
"Oh, my dear Kat," he cooed, kneeling over me, "If you just stayed mine-,"
"I was never yours," I panted, cutting him off. He let out a furious growl.
"That's right, you were hooked on that Michael dude," he said in mock realization and I bit my lip to keep my comment in.
"I once heard you telling a story to Emmy about how he was always there when you needed him. Well where is he now Kat?" Derek continued. When I didn't answer, he slashed the dagger down, catching my bad shoulder, making me yell. That's when I saw a blood drenched Emmy in the doorway and my heart was hammering, unsure if any was hers. If not, it was Mandla's. What happened in that kitchen?
She ran forward and tried to grab Derek. But, he saw her coming and spun around, shoving Emmy to the ground, knocking the air out of her. Rage filled me as I tried to get to her, but the dagger was suddenly pointed at my face, inches from stabbing in between my eyes.
"Well?!" he shouted, "Where is your so-called protector?!" Suddenly, he grunted as a wet, squelching noise was heard. The dagger hit the ground as Derek's eyes widened. His shirt was slowly bleeding red as the tip of a blade could be seen poking out.
"He's right here," I whispered in relief, "Michael, this is Derek. Derek you know Michael, The Boogeyman,"
"The hell?" he managed to gasp as Michael twisted his knife sharply where it was embedded in Derek's stomach.
"He's also Emmy's father and we've found he is very protective of his little girl so you just made your last mistake when you shoved her," I smirked, ignoring the pain radiating through my body, namely my shoulder. I watched through my blurred vision as Michael pulled his knife free before stabbing it into Derek's chest. For the next minute, all that could be heard were Derek's pained cries as Michael continued to stab him. Looking past them, I caught sight of Emmy who was standing there, staring blankly at her hands that were stained red. That's when it finally dawned on me: Emmy killed Mandla.
She finally crossed that line from innocent Emelyn Bury to Emmy Myers: Michael Myers daughter. I think I would have been able to handle that if I wasn't fighting to stay conscious. We made eye contact and Emmy gave me a smirk that was identical to Michael's. I found myself smiling back.
As Derek's dead body fell into a heap on the floor, Michael watched as Emmy made her way over to me. I slowly pulled myself up, despite the dizziness, and propped myself against the wall.
"I'm sorry mommy," she whispered. I shook my head.
"I knew what I was signing up for the minute I found out I was having you," I tried to laugh, "Still doesn't make it easier," I don't think I should have acted so nonchalant about the fact my child had now fully transformed into a killer like her patriarch, but for now, I could just blame it on the blood loss and blinding pain.
I looked over to where Michael stood, only to find him and Derek's body gone; a puddle of blood the only evidence that he was there. I forced myself onto shaky legs as I limped into the kitchen that was a complete bloodbath.
"What did you do?" I whispered. I watched Emmy shrug.
"I remembered the old axe in the backyard and got it," I had no words as I stared at the messy kitchen. Mandla's body was gone, no doubt taken by Michael.
"Let's go get cleaned up," I muttered leading her to the stairs, "I will clean this up once you are in bed,"
/oo/
Once I got Emmy cleaned up and tucked into bed, I watched her sleep. Her hair fell over her face as she subconsciously sucked her thumb, holding her favorite stuffed animal to her chest. She looked so little, so pure, actually looked her age if not younger. I knew from day one she was going to take after me when it came to maturity, but as much as I loved seeing her take after Michael, I knew I was dreading this day.
Sighing, I left to clean up the kitchen. I heard a tearing noise as I made it to the bottom of the steps and was surprised to see Michael in the living room, using his knife to cut the carpet and pull it up, completely removing the large bloodstain left by Derek's murder. I waited until he finished and stood, surveying his work.
"I think people will notice a big piece of my carpet cut out," I joked, though my voice betrayed my exhaustion, "And by people I mean Loomis, Laurie, and the idiotic sheriff's department,"
Without looking at me, Michael moved to the other side of the couch and pushed it over until it covered the missing section. Then he pulled the end table against the wall to fill the new gap in the room.
"Okay, I guess that is a good temporary solution," I said slowly before continuing into the kitchen. I froze when I saw the blood was gone. How long was I upstairs?
"Wow, you're quick," I whispered as I looked around the room. The cutting board was back on the counter and the puddles and splatters of blood had vanished. Then I realized that I wouldn't have been able to clean this room without having the images of a stoic Emmy, hacking away at Mandla. Tears edged my vision.
"Thank you," I whispered, "Definitely not how I wanted my night to go, but it is what it is," I watched Michael's head cock to the side as I continued to ramble, "Definitely didn't expect our daughter to transform like that, so soon, but it doesn't surprise me. I'm fine. I should go clean myself up,"
I quickly turned on my heel and ran to my room for a new set of clothes before making my way to the shower.
/oo/
(Michael)
Normally, Michael never worried about the aftermath of his kills. He would leave them wherever he found them and continue on his way. He never worried about something as trivial as cleanup. Until now.
It was second nature now for everyone to blame all murders on The Haddonfield Boogeyman unless the elements had changed, for example if someone was shot. But this time, he killed someone in the home of his best friend who was under investigation for a murder she wasn't even involved in. Not only that, Emmy had killed someone as well. He couldn't let that be found out.
He easily carried Derek and what was left of the woman into the woods, in the far depths of his childhood animal graveyard. Thankfully the soil was loose and it didn't take him long to dig a deep hole to bury them in.
When he got back to the house he heard the shower running and looked around the kitchen. The scene reminded him of when he killed Judith's boyfriend, Steve. Slamming that baseball bat on him had left interesting splatter patterns. But add a few more puddles of blood and Emmy's crime scene was created. He couldn't let anyone know it was her.
It took no time at all to wipe away the blood and another few minutes to clean the axe to make sure Emmy's fingerprints were gone, not that the idiots in this town would look for them. Taking the bloody towels and cleaned axe, he hid them in the basement where he liked to stay; he would hide them better later.
He knew Kat was watching him as he cut out the bloody piece of carpet with his knife. He would put it with the other stuff in the basement until he figured out a better place. At Kat's smart remark about people noticing the new hole in the carpet, Michael moved everything over. Se could always fix it if she got a new carpet.
Then he saw her change the moment she looked around the kitchen. Strong, brave Kat was gone, replaced with the confused and anxious one, beaten up and looking defeated. She rambled on about Emmy before all but running up the stairs in into the bathroom, leaving Michael to stand in the middle of the room.
At Kat's reaction he couldn't help but wonder if that was what his mother felt when he had been taken away. Sure, she probably wasn't the one to clean up his messes, but she was sure to see them. She had walked in and found Ronnie tied to his chair, throat sliced. She saw Steve bludgeoned in the kitchen and went upstairs only to find her eldest child stabbed multiple times with a long blood trail leading from the far bedroom. The only time he had ever heard his mother sob like that was when they had been informed of his father's death.
She had refused to believe it at first; saying that it couldn't have been his car that had flipped in the accident, that he wasn't the person who had died in the ambulance. When reality caught up to her, she had broke completely, clinging to eight year old him and Boo as she cried into his shirt, hoping for some kind of comfort. Her cries made Boo start to wail while Judith was upstairs, tearfully shouting for everyone to shut up. He never cried, not even at the funeral when he looked at the man he once looked up to, not when they lowered him into the ground as he watched, holding Boo in his arms because his mother was kneeling beside him in a blubbering mess.
Then two years later she would have to bury her daughter and watch her son be locked away. She had become completely unstable over the next months to the point he began to wonder if she would join him in the sanitarium. But soon, the realization that her family had fallen apart and her child was a killer had become too much for her and she ended it. He could still remember when Loomis told him the news.
Michael quickly shook his head of the thoughts. He had to make sure Kat never followed the path his mother had. Kat was strong but she had proven that under enough stress her anger and rage would turn into defeat.
Taking one last look around the room, he silent crept up the stairs to check on her, however, at the sound of the shower, he knew he shouldn't; even if she was exhausted and upset, Kat had a quick temper and something told him that if he barged in, it would be probably the only regret he will ever have. Instead, he continued to Emmy's room and walked inside, slipping his knife into his waistband. He watched her sleep for a few moments before beginning to leave, only to be stopped by a small voice.
"Michael?" she asked quietly, looking up at him, her eyes darker than usual, "Is it bad I don't regret it?"
Michael stared at her before taking a piece of paper from her desk and writing something on it before handing it to her. Emmy looked at him a moment before reading what was written:
I didn't
"You never regretted killing her?" she asked, seeming to know never to use his other sister's name in front of him. At his slight nod, Emmy burrowed under her covers. Within moments she fell asleep. He stood and began to leave when he heard Kat retching in the bathroom.
Testing the doorknob, he was glad it was unlocked, before swinging the door open and finding Kat standing from the toilet and flushing it before moving to lean over the sink. Her eyes were dead as she looked at her reflection.
"Close the door," she rasped, turning on the faucet and cleaning her mouth out. He did as she requested and took in her form, the damage looking worse than he had assumed.
She had forgone her shirt, leaving her in sweatpants and a sports bra, showing him her torso that was all shades of purple and black. Her shoulder looked terrible as some stitches had ripped and the wound looked deeper. In the mirror's reflection, he caught sight of the cut on her abdomen; it was shallow, barely a flesh wound, but the sight left him seeing red.
"I don't know why I got so sick thinking about the murder in the kitchen," her voice brought him back, "I had seen the massacre you caused back then and when you killed Derek's friends. I studied so many crime scenes in school for fun and nothing fazed me. Why this one?"
At his silence she let out a scoffing laugh, "Probably because it's my kid that did it. Something I wish I'd never see,"
He continued to stare as her breathing became heavier, trying to keep her sobs in.
"You know Johnson told them where we lived," she continued, "He knows they were here and will try to find out what's up," She shook her head at her reflection, "If they find out Emmy did it, the truth will be out and I know it will start something. They will want to get rid of her,"
Suddenly, she hit her hand on the counter and gritted her teeth, "I won't let them take her Michael," she said, her voice pained, "I will kill them before they get near her,"
The thought seemed to be the last straw as she let out a wretched sob, covering her mouth to keep quiet. Sure, he had seen Kat cry before; he had seen her hysterically bawling before. He had to comfort her when that stupid guinea pig finally died and she was heartbroken. But this was different somehow. Kat's tears did something different to him; he felt something ugly twisting in his gut as she clutched the sink for support. He thought he had seen true fear back during that night in the diner, but no. This was Kat's real fear: losing Emmy.
And by the white hot rage that filled him when the thought entered him, he realized he felt the same way. Not fear, but…protectiveness?
He didn't have much time to dwell on it as he suddenly found Kat launching herself at him, wrapping her arms in a vice grip around his waist and standing on her toes so she could bury her face into the crook of his neck. He immediately tensed and for a second, flashed back to when his mother had hugged him when she came to terms with his father being gone.
Why did everyone see him as some comforting being of all things? People knew that when he was around to run and hide, to never cross his path. Now, here was a girl who had seen him kill and even attempted to kill her, but instead of fearing him, she sought some sort of solace from him.
Michael just stood there as Kat sobbed, not holding her or showing any welcoming gestures. His mind wandered to what Kat said, how Johnson knew Derek and that woman were here. He would need to take care of that so no one investigated anything that was none of their business.
After all, he has been dying to stick his knife in that self-absorbed man since he first encountered him.
Kat choked out a sob and whimpered pitifully, making the twisting in his gut worse. What possessed him to bring his arm up and loosely drape it over her waist, he would never know, But, she didn't seem to mind as she only held tighter to him.
Johnson would have to wait until tomorrow night, right now, Kat needed him.
Seriously, what the hell was happening to him?!
Review! Okay, so Emmy has officially transformed into MINI-MICHAEL MYERS! If this chapter sucked I am sorry, I tried my best and I promise to make it up to all of you! Next, will Michael get to Johnson first before he finds anything out that he shouldn't?
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