DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna, Emmy and my other OCs.
AN: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! SCHOOL HAS GOTTEN SO BUSY AND THE SEMESTER IS ALMOST OVER SO THINGS ARE REALLY TIGHT RIGHT NOW. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!
ALSO HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO "emilymx" WHOSE BIRTHDAY WAS DECEMBER 5th (I am doing really bad at trying to get your birthday updates in on time I am so sorry!).
Chapter Eighteen
The morning after the double murder, I couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment crash over me when I remembered how, in the middle of an emotional breakdown, I had thrown myself at Michael. He had disappeared seconds after getting me into my room and depositing me on my bed.
Then, I rolled onto my side and remembered too late that Derek had re-opened my shoulder wound, causing pain to shoot up through my body. I bit into my lip to keep from crying out and shakily stood to inspect the damage. I knew I would need to go back and get new stitches, and to explain why the original ones were sliced. I needed to make up one hell of a story.
Not to mention I would need to cake on layers of make-up to cover up all the bruises that had formed on my body to explain even more what had transpired. The cut on my stomach wasn't nearly as bad as I originally thought, sure it would heal on its own in a couple of weeks.
The moment she woke up, Emmy acted as if the night before had never happened; laughing and smiling and asking me what we were going to do together. I didn't know whether to feel relieved or worried. However, at breakfast, the first change took place.
"Emmy! Come on, you have to get to school!" I yelled as I took a sip from my coffee and set it onto the counter. I heard her little feet come bounding down the stairs as usual and I turned to get her waffles from the toaster. When I turned back around, it was a miracle I hadn't dropped the plate.
"Emmy, what did you do to your hair?" I asked, setting the food down in shock. Her once long, blonde locks that were nearly reaching her waist had been chopped to her shoulder blades in messy, uneven layers.
"It kept getting in my way," she shrugged.
"Then why didn't you just tie it up?"
"I don't know," I groaned at her answer and continued to inspect the damage done. Where did she even get scissors sharp enough to cut her hair? I always made sure that she had safety scissors and if she needed anything sharper, to make sure an adult was with her.
"An adult…," my mind echoed and immediately my eyes narrowed at the little girl.
"Emelyn Michelle," I began and didn't miss the way her eyes widened in fear at the use of her full name, "What did you use to cut your hair and who was with you?"
She shifted her weight and looked down at her feet, muttering something.
"What was that?"
"Michael's knife," she said a little louder, fear evident in her voice.
"Michael's knife?! Do you know how dangerous that is Emelyn!" I yelled and she looked back down at her feet.
"You said to always have an adult when I used sharp things," she defended weakly, "Michael was there and he is an adult,"
"I don't believe this," I whispered to myself and placed a hand over my eyes. I heard shuffling and Emmy pulling herself onto her chair before starting on her breakfast. After a few moments, I stood and straightened my clothes.
"Okay, before school, I am running you to the salon to fix your hair," I explained walking back to my coffee and taking a huge gulp, "Then when I get back here, I am going to kill Michael,"
"You always say that," Emmy pointed out.
"Yeah well this time may not be an idle threat," I muttered, picking up the phone and hoping that the salon would take Emmy on such short notice.
"Hey mommy?" she asked when I hung up.
"Yes?"
"Why haven't you been going to work?"
"My boss told me to take some time off after my accident," I said, pointing to my shoulder, "He said I can come back next week if I feel ready,"
"What are you going to do about school? You don't go anymore," Emmy looked genuinely curious.
"I decided I'm going to take the year off," I smiled, "Things are a little too busy right now for me to focus,"
"Can I take a year off from school?" she asked, hopefully.
"No,"
/oo/
When I dropped Emmy off at school, it was close to nine which meant I had to go to the office and explain the situation. Luck must have been on my side again since the woman at the desk was completely understanding of the situation, after all, it wasn't uncommon for little kids to get ahold of scissors and chop off their hair.
If only she knew…
But my luck didn't last. I was halfway home when a car from the sheriff's department pulled up and drove alongside me as I walked on the sidewalk. When I finally stopped, the window rolled down to reveal Johnson.
"What do you want Ty?" I asked, not in the least bit interested in what he had to say.
"It's Officer Johnson and I am just making sure everyone is safe. With these strings of murders, you have to make sure that all townsfolk are okay when they are walking home," when I didn't answer he just laughed, "Oh, that's right! You have immunity from all that because of your special relationship with the killer,"
"I love how you assume things just because I moved into the Myers' house," I deadpanned.
"I'm just saying that you are the first occupant to live there this long without being murdered, the victims all have some sort of connection to you; your neighbor who looked like you, Ethan-," I couldn't help but wince at Ethan's name, "And, not to mention, you and Myers were connected at the hip before he snapped,"
"Pretty convincing case," I said, sarcastically.
"That's not all," he interrupted me, "the night you came here, something happened, didn't it?" I felt my stomach squeeze at the mention of the first night I came to Haddonfield; running from Derek's friends, killing them, Michael saving Emmy and I in the once decrepit house.
"What makes you say that?" I fought to keep my voice calm.
"Well, Ethan and I were pretty close and he mentioned to me that the day he met you at the motel, you were pretty banged up and he could have sworn he saw what looked like blood on your jeans,"
"That wasn't blood," I said quickly, "it was part of the design of my jeans and Ethan overreacted. Secondly, I got into a bit of a scuffle in California before I left, which is none of your business,"
"And what about those two characters that were around here last night?" he asked and I had to keep from choking on my breath, "They seemed pretty anxious to find you,"
"Unfinished business with me; I got the wrong people mad and they wanted some payback," I said, "They got what they wanted and left,"
"Left? Just like that?" he asked, feigning interest.
"Yes, things work differently in California compared to a tiny, hellhole town," I countered, "Now if you don't mind, I need to get home and make a doctor's appointment about my stitches in hopes of getting them removed,"
"You should think about getting a car Kitty Kat," he said, "Streets can get pretty dangerous around here, but you already know that,"
"I can handle myself,"
"Oh, and I know you are lying about all this," he stage whispered to me, "And I will find out what you are so desperately hiding," with that, he drove away, leaving me standing there, speechless.
/oo/
I called a cab when I got home to take me to the hospital. I sat on the front porch step and waited, keeping my frustration in check. My bloodlust for Michael had switched over to Johnson. He was getting too close to all of this and it was only a matter of time before he found everything out. If that happened…I shivered at the thought.
A car pulling up in front of the house brought me out of my thoughts and I looked up to find Loomis walking up the front path. Perfect.
"I'm waiting for my ride," I called, not bothering to stand.
"Where are you off to?" he asked, taking a seat beside me, accidentally brushing my bad shoulder with his coat. I suppressed the urge to wince, but the small hiss of pain escaped my lips before I could stop it. Immediately, Loomis turned to me, concerned.
"Your shoulder?" he asked, "Is it okay? It's not getting infected is it?"
"No, no, some of the stitches just tore," I shrugged, "I took things to quickly,"
"Let me see,"
"Loomis, it's fine-,"
"Katarzyna," he said sternly, "Let me check to make sure it hasn't gotten infected,"
"The doctor can tell me that,"
"Humor me," I knew what he was thinking; he believed Michael had been the cause of my torn stitches. But, to tell him Michael, for once, was innocent, would mean that I would have to come clean about Derek and Mandla and that would take us back to square one.
"Where the hell is the cab?" I thought to myself as I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off one side, showing the white undershirt beneath. I hissed when Loomis lowered the strap off my shoulder to get a better view of my shoulder.
"Kat," he breathed, "What happened?"
"I told you-,"
"This was not an accident Katarzyna! That slice is too smooth!" his voice was hard. I glared at him, hoping the cab would get here and take me away from him.
"I know what you are thinking," I said coldly, "Michael didn't do this," he protected me. I felt tears form in the corner of my eyes out of frustration.
"Kat," I took a few deep breaths and looked at Loomis through my blurring vision. He knew what happened in California, he knew about Emmy, he knew everything about Michael and I. If this blew up in our faces, Loomis may be able to help.
"Fine," I whispered, looking at my hands in my lap, "But I have maybe a couple of minutes before my cab gets here to take me to the hospital,"
"So give me the synopsis,"
"You remember Derek?" I asked, "Well, he got better and he decided to pay me visit with his girlfriend,"
"What happened?"
"I have so much make-up on my body to hide the bruises, but Derek got ahold of the dagger and hurt my shoulder," I explained, "Apparently he was intent on finishing what he started back in California," Loomis opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off,
"Derek would have killed me if Michael hadn't shown up and killed him," I finished quickly.
"Michael saved you?"
"Yes,"
"Michael Myers?"
"Yes," I squeezed my eyes shut as I fixed my shirt.
"Michael Audrey Myers?"
"Yes! Michael saved me!" I growled. A few beats passed before Loomis spoke again.
"What happened to Derek's girlfriend?" I didn't answer, choosing to look back down at my lap.
"She went after Emmy-,"
"Was Emelyn hurt?!" he yelled, gripping my good shoulder. I had never seen him look so upset.
"She is fine," I said and watched him immediately calm, "Can't say the same for Mandla. That was Derek's girlfriend,"
"Was?"
"Emelyn kind of got a hold of an axe…,"
"Emmy killed Mandla?" I could hear the disbelief in Loomis's voice.
"Hacked her to pieces is more like it," I said, "Proud moment in every parent's life. Not mine, but I'm sure her father would be beaming with pride…if he had any emotion or feeling left in his body,"
"I can't believe Emmy did that," Loomis breathed, "I mean, anyone could sense the danger underneath that sweet façade, but I never realized just how soon that would surface,"
"Like father like daughter," I said as I watched the cab pull up to the front of the house. I grabbed my purse and looked over my shoulder at Loomis.
"Worst part is that Officer Johnson knows Derek and Mandla were here," I said quietly.
"It's going to be alright Kat," Loomis said seriously. But I knew he was only saying that to keep me from freaking out.
"I wish I could believe that," I whispered and got into the cab, watching Loomis and the house disappear as we drove away.
/oo/
(No point of view)
Neither Kat nor Loomis had realized that they were being watched from the side of the house. Kat had been far too distressed to fully be aware of anything and Loomis seemed focused on whatever she had to say.
That slice along her shoulder and collarbone looked angry, the stitches having been cut somehow. It was obvious Kat was trying to hide the hysterical side of her that was desperately trying to break out. She kept look down at her lap and wringing her hands tightly, a sign of discomfort.
Every detail she said was crucial, but the person forgot everything in their head the moment Kat made the comment about Emmy,
"Like father, like daughter,"
A grin broke out on the person's face, they knew something wasn't right about that child, they knew it! This was too perfect…
/oo/
(BONUS CHAPTER DEDICATED TO "emilymx") HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!
(MICHAEL POV)
Michael kept a close eye on both girls throughout the day. Emmy seemed to have an eerily fine grasp on things. She acted as if nothing ever happened and even held herself with a higher confidence; as if killing that woman had given her some sort of boost. Not to mention, she looked so different with her long hair practically gone.
He knew that Kat would be furious with him the moment Emmy asked him if she could cut her hair. He had simply been in the room when she woke up, wanting to make sure she was okay. She ignored him as she went about her daily routine: getting dressed, brushing her teeth, brushing her hair. Then, she finally turned to him,
"Michael, can I borrow your knife?" she asked, making him turn his head to the side.
"My hair kept getting in my way last night and it was really annoying," she whined, the same way Kat used to. His jaw clenched at the fact that of all traits to inherit from the woman, that damned whining had to be one of them.
"I just need your knife," she said, holding her small hand out. Michael knew he was many things, but stupid was not one of them. He had enough common sense to not give a seven year old a large butcher knife that she would use to cut her hair, very close to her throat.
"Mommy said I can't use anything sharp unless I had an adult with me. You're an adult so you count!" she continued. He stood there a moment before handing over the knife. After all, he would be able to see if she was too close to cutting herself.
He had left Emmy to the rest of her school day to check on Kat. She had been beyond shaken the night before and he was no longer surprised that he worried for her psychological health. It wouldn't be good for Emmy if she had two mentally unstable, homicidal parents.
He kept himself hidden as he came to the house and found Kat out front with Loomis checking her shoulder. The wound had looked worse than it had when he checked it earlier; it was red and aggravated, the stitches sticking in all directions.
He listened to the two of them talk and could hear Kat trying to hold herself together. He had the sudden urge to hold her like he had last night when she was crying, letting out all her frustration. He saw her control nearly break when she told Loomis how Johnson knew of their visitors. He could practically hear the fear she was fighting to hide. He was going to kill Johnson. Finally.
He was suddenly brought back to reality when he noticed some kind of movement from the side of the house. Someone had heard every word Kat had said. He needed to act fast.
(Later that night)
Michael knew it would be stupid to kill the man at the police station, so he waited outside Johnson's house. It was well past midnight when Johnson finally showed, his trademark smirk on his face, full of arrogance. Oh, how Michael loathed the man.
He decided to wait a few more minutes for Johnson to settle for the night before slipping around the house and forcing the kitchen window open. He could hear some game playing from the next room and could vaguely make out Johnson's silhouette on the couch, barely awake.
Michael wasn't sure how long he stood behind the couch, looking down at Johnson before the man finally realized he wasn't alone.
"What the-," Johnson turned around only to suddenly find himself slammed into the nearby wall, a large hand gripping his throat, crushing his windpipe. His vision centers onto abysmal black eyes behind an aged, white mask. Johnson lets out a breathy chuckle.
"Why am I not surprised to see you," he gasped out, struggling against Michael's iron hold. Michael tightened his hold before throwing the man across the room. Johnson slammed against the wall, feeling the air leave his body as he shakily stood, only to have a hand grab the back of his shirt and slam him back into the wall.
"You can't protect them," Johnson rasped, his arrogant smirk never leaving his face. Michael could only see red as he continued throwing the man around the room to the point he was barely hanging onto consciousness. Johnson let out a lazy chuckle.
"You're too late," he whispered and that snapped whatever control was left in Michael. With all the force he could muster, Michael swung his knife down continuously into Johnson's body, uncaring of where the blade penetrated. He wasn't sure how much time passed before he finally let himself pull away from the bloodied corpse.
Taking a few deep breaths, Michael turned to leave before something caught his eye. He walked to the desk on the far side of the room where a bunch of papers sat. He gently pushed them aside, looking at each one and finding the common factor: Kat. Notes and pictures from their high school days, some type of records from California that looked medical and similar papers that were dated from the night in the diner, when he sliced her shoulder. There were words circled and notes written off to the side, than he saw that Johnson had made the connection that Kat had dreaded.
On top of the papers, there was a phone that was still open to the messages. Looking at the screen, Michael realized it was sent to multiple people; a few names he recognized as those from the sheriff's department, including the sheriff himself. The words that were written in the little box did the impossible: made Michael's blood run cold.
That kid isn't Kat's cousin, it's her daughter
There were a couple of responses before Johnson sent out another message,
It was confirmed today. I heard her tell that Dr. Loomis
Johnson had been eavesdropping on Kat's conversation! Michael looked over his shoulder at the body before returning to the phone, continuing with the message,
Seems her and Myers relationship was more personal than we all thought…
The responses that followed made Michael feel sick; a feeling he hadn't felt in years. He spun around and stalked out of the house, needing to find Kat.
He was too late.
Thanks to Johnson, by morning, Haddonfield would know the truth about them.
How would Kat handle this?
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