DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna, Emmy and my other OCs.
AN: Yeah no excuse for my lateness. I have been busy with crazy classes and suffering from an extreme case of laziness lolz.
Random note: On March 8 I went to the Monster Mania Con! I love it there and Robert Englund was there as well. It is a lot of fun and not expensive at all, plus it's semi-annual so it's three times a year just in different places. So for all you horror fans out there I highly recommend you go!
Chapter Twenty
RECAP:
Even though it happened before and I would like to believe I could predict his every move, I was still pleasantly surprised when after a few moments of hesitations, I felt a slight pressure against my lips. I tried to suppress the smirk that wanted to appear on my face.
I knew I couldn't just pack up and leave; there was more preparation behind this trip: finding a new place to go, convincing Emmy to come, explaining to Loomis and possibly Laurie. As reluctant as I was to admit it, I would be hanging around this town for a little while longer. Which meant I may have to witness the possible downfall of Michael Myers.
But at the moment, the only thought that was that I was going to leave Haddonfield the same way I left seventeen years ago…
…After spending one more night with Michael.
/oo/
The sun had barely risen when I opened my eyes and found myself tangled in blankets on the floor of my bedroom. My entire body was sore as I lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember all the events that had taken place the night before. Sitting up, I winced as the muscles in my back popped and protested. I looked around the room and found it completely empty, no sign of any other life. Michael must have left not long after I fell asleep.
"Why am I not surprised?" I breathed to myself as I shakily stood before reaching down and grabbing a blanket to wrap around myself. I shuffled over to the closet pulling the door open when suddenly the creaking of my bedroom door was heard.
"Mommy?" I heard Emmy's small voice.
"Emmy, what are you doing up so early?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level while clutching the blanket tighter to me, feeling my entire body burning up.
"I had a bad dream," she whimpered before finally registering my state of undress, "Where are your clothes?" This was not happening.
"Um, I was just about to get a shower," I said smoothly, grabbing my robe from the inside of my closet door and began to slip it on while trying to keep the sheet in place.
"But, why are you wearing a blanket?" The tiredness in her voice was quickly being replaced with its usual curiosity as I hastily tied the robe before letting the blanket fall.
"It's cold," I lied and was grateful that Emmy was still naïve enough to believe it. The little girl nodded and walked over to my bed, climbing on top of it, the weariness returning in her eyes.
"Baby, why don't you lie down here and when I'm done my shower I will come and cuddle with you," I suggested softly. I picked up to blanket I had originally covered myself with and draped it over her. She curled up into my pillow and was just about to fall asleep when something caught her eye.
"Mommy, you left your clothes on the ground. You always tell me to put them in the hamper," My gaze snapped over to the heap of clothing by the rest of the blankets and I went to pick them up when I heard Emmy again,
"Why is your shirt all ripped?" I choked on my words as I tried to think of something to say. This was not an appropriate thing to talk about wit year old, no matter how mature she may seem.
"Don't worry about it," I answered finally, "I'll be back in a few minutes," she gave a brief nod before burrowing further into the blanket. I smiled softly before quietly leaving the room, throwing the ruined clothes in the hamper on my way out.
/oo/
The warm water of the shower felt amazing as I stood under it, trying to come to terms with everything that was going to happen.
How was I going to be able to go out today? Was I prepared to face whatever awaited me outside the Myers home? Part of me immediately answered "YES!" ready for the fight it had been anticipating ever since I returned to this dead end town. But the other part was telling me it was too reckless; it was me against an entire town. If Loomis agreed to help me, and chances are he would, that still may not be enough. And most importantly, how could I face Laurie again?
The girl had been through hell and back and was finally beginning to settle and put together the broken pieces of her life. She thought the nightmare of her brother was over and she was finally finding some solid ground again. She found a friend and a decent job as a babysitter to a little girl she loved dearly.
I wanted to be sick.
By now, she would have found out that sweet little girl was her niece and, while she knew I had once been best friends with Michael, she was also informed by now I was his ex-lover as well.
I laughed lightly to myself as my thoughts continued to run wild. The word "lover" did not match well when Michael was in the picture, it was far too romantic. But I sure as hell couldn't call him my "friend" anymore and the term "friends with benefits" was way too high school.
"Am I actually trying to give this a name?" I asked myself. I really needed to get out of this house. Screw whatever awaited me.
A fight is exactly what I needed; a way to release all possible anger, stress and frustration. And if things get a little bloody, that will only be icing on the cake.
So lost in my thoughts, I hadn't heard the bathroom door open and close. Nor did I hear the quiet footsteps approaching until the shower curtain was yanked away, causing me to yelp and nearly slip. Quickly turning, I was met with an infuriatingly familiar white mask.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shrieked, pulling the shower curtain from his grip and pulled it back into place, making a flimsy wall between us. I seemed to have been asking that question a lot recently.
"You know I'm pretty sure your mother taught you about privacy and when someone is in the shower you don't rip away the damn curtain!" I growled, holding my hands against both ends of the drape as if my strength would be enough to keep him from doing it again. It was then I realized I was leaving myself in a very vulnerable position, with my arms out to the side and my torso completely open. And I could see the silhouette of his knife through the curtain.
A finger tapped against the drape, knocking me back into reality.
"No, I will open the curtain, Michael," I huffed. I noticed him raise the knife, "And don't even think about ripping or cutting it open either!"
"What do you want?" I asked. A few moments passed before I watched Michael's shadow turn and walk towards the sink. I heard the sound of something rubbing against the mirror and when everything was quiet again, I poked my head out to see what he had done.
On the mirror above the sink, were a few messily scribbled words in Michael's usual childish handwriting.
HADDONFIELD WANTS BLOOD
NEED DAGGER ALWAYS
I stared at the words, the only sound in the room was the continuous running of water from the shower. The dim light of the bathroom giving everything an eerie glow. I grip on the curtain loosened and Michael suddenly seemed to have the decency to look away from me and found the sink much more interesting. In any other circumstance, the whole scene would have made me laugh.
"So basically, you are telling me that I should be prepared to join in on possible killings?" I asked and saw Michael nod. A few beats passed before I realized what he had just implied by the simple action.
"Have you killed anyone so far?" I asked quietly. A nod again, "How many?" He turned back to the mirror.
6
"Six?" my words came out choked and I immediately turned off the water and reached for my towel, closing the curtain again. Once I was dry enough, I reached out blindly for my robe and came in contact with a warm, calloused hand. I peeked out and saw Michael holding out my robe.
"Thanks," I whispered, quickly pulling it on and tying it shut before stepping out of the shower. I wiped away the writing on the mirror and we both walked out of the bathroom, only to nearly run over a half-awake Emmy.
"You took too long," she pouted up at me, "I fell asleep,"
"I'm sorry," I said sincerely, "I'm on my way in now," Her face was comical when she tried to look mad while exhausted.
"I had that bad dream again," she whimpered. It was then she registered Michael was standing there and immediately lunged at him, surprising both of us. I heard the clang of Michael's knife hitting the floor as he threw it away from himself just in time as Emmy wrapped herself around him.
"You're okay!" she cried and we both realized at the same time she was beginning to sob. Maternal instinct seemed to kick in with me as Michael only seemed to stand there like a statue.
"Pick her up!" I said, when I tried to pull Emmy into my arms but she refused to release Michael. He seemed to get his bearings back as he quickly lifted her up, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck and tried to get her legs around his torso. If I wasn't so worried I would have been laughing again at how uncomfortable Michael was. I knew having Emmy in his arms wasn't the problem; I had seen him carrying her around before. But, the poor guy never had to handle a crying child; the last child he ever considered himself responsible for was when Boo was a baby.
Emmy buried her nose into the crook of his neck and sniffled as I began to rub her back soothingly. Finally, she seemed calm again and it worried me how quickly her mood could change.
"You aren't dead," she croaked, "They didn't kill you," both of us tensed again.
"Emmy, what are you talking about?" I asked.
"One time when Dr. Loomis came to visit Laurie, they were talking. I was supposed to be in the dining room doing homework but I got curious," she began, "They were talking about Michael and how he had been killed before but always came back,"
"Apparently," I said softly.
"But I heard you last night!" She said and my eyes widened, "I heard you in my room and in the hall arguing. I listened at your door. I'm sorry but I was curious! I heard you tell Michael he couldn't escape death forever and that one day he wouldn't come back!"
"Emmy-," I tried.
"I got scared and went to bed but kept dreaming that Michael was going to die!" she continued to cling to him, "I don't want Michael to die," she whispered.
This was exactly what I had been afraid of. And now even Emmy was getting hurt. Anger coursed through my veins as I bit it down and pulled Emmy into my arms.
"We'll figure something out," I said softly, "But we can't worry about that now. I don't want you getting too worked up about this,"
"Fine," she said quietly and I set her down. She walked over to where Michael had thrown his knife. She picked it up gently and it was a chilling sight to see. She looked too much like him.
"Michael," she said quietly, her mood changing once again. She walked up and hugged his leg while still clutching the knife. Michael rested a hand on the top of her head, "If you do die, can I have this?"
"No," I immediately said and nearly strangled Michael when he nodded his consent at Emmy. She gave a watery smile and handed the knife back to him before disappearing into her room.
"I want to be alone for a little bit," she said, closing the door. Neither of us moved for the next few minutes.
"She is not getting that damn knife!" I said, "Bad things come out of giving disturbed little children knives, especially when said child is a Myers!"
I turned to walk away when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to him and saw Michael had cocked his head to the side. It took a little bit to realize he was asking me what I was planning to do.
"Haddonfield wants something to be mad at, I'll give them something to be mad at," I walked into my room and began to pick out my best clothes.
He turned his head to the side again.
"I think it's time Emmy and I changed our last names," I said simply.
/oo/
I made sure my dagger was nestled securely into the waistband of my pants as I prepared to leave for the courthouse. With Michael wandering the house and refusing to leave us alone, I took the chance at letting Emmy stay home with him. How much trouble could they possibly get into together?
"Don't think about it, Kat," I mentally reminded myself. A sudden ponding on the door startled me out of my thoughts. I placed a hand over my dagger and walked over, making sure not to show any emotion on my face as I answered it. Loomis stood on the front porch, looking tired and angered at the same time.
"Officer Ty Johnson was killed last night. Some of his friends found his mutilated corpse this morning when he never arrived to work. They also found all his evidence and theories connecting Emmy's parentage, though I think you already knew that," he said to me before looking me over,
"If you are going out, hide the bruises and the new bite mark on your neck," he stated and my hand flew up to my neck where I was sure I had put enough make-up, "That reaction just confirmed my suspicions," he confessed and I immediately narrowed my eyes, annoyed he had tricked me so easily.
"Look Loomis-,"
"I don't want to know any details," he said immediately, "I am more concerned with the bloodbath Michael Myers is leaving this town in! So far six bodies have been found and there's no doubt that won't be the end of it,"
"He's obviously infuriated," I supplied in my best monotone voice.
"This isn't a game Katarzyna," he said gravely, "Things have never been this dangerous as they are now and you and Emmy are caught right in the middle of the cross-fire,"
"Believe me, if I had another place to go, I would take Emmy there in a heartbeat, but I don't. I have no living relatives left on my father's side and my mother's side never had anything to do with us since she left me when I was two," I said heatedly.
"Honestly," I continued, "I think Haddonfield is the safest place she could be at the moment, as long as she stays in the house. The one good thing about Michael is that he made sure everyone was too scared to even step foot on the lawn,"
"And what about you?" he asked.
"I can hold my own," I said, "In case you've forgotten; I've killed before, however, I tried to move passed that since I became a mother and decided to start over with my life. But, something about this town just makes the little murderess in me want to break free,"
"Katarzyna-,"
"Now, I need to get to the courthouse and try to change mine and Emmy's name. You're welcome to stay here but I think Michael is lurking about so it's your call," I said, already walking out the door.
"What do you mean change your name?"
"I think Katarzyna Myra Myers and Emelyn Michelle Myers have a nice ring to them, don't you think?"
"And what if someone tries to attack you?!" I lifted my blazer and brandished the dagger at him.
"Then the body count will rise,"
/oo/
Thankfully, everyone avoided me, instead choosing to give hateful glares and sneers, which I found I could easily ignore. After a nearly hair pulling experience at the courthouse, I was able to hail a cab and made the split second decision to go to Laurie's home.
When she answered the door, she looked as if she hadn't slept in weeks when she had looked fine not 24 hours earlier. I immediately noticed her red-rimmed eyes and the splotches all over her face showing that she had been crying.
"Hey," I said softly, feeling my stomach twist in knots at her appearance.
"Hi," she whispered before taking a deep breath.
"Listen-,"
"Is it true?" she asked, cutting me off, "They said Michael Myers is back. That he survived,"
"Yeah, it's true," I answered. She opened the door a little more and leaned against it.
"So, is it also true about what they found in Ty Johnson's home? All that stuff about you and Emelyn?" I had never felt so sick as I did in that moment. The look on Laurie's face didn't make me feel bad, it made me angry; angry that after all she went through, this town still tells her rumors before sitting back and watching her torture herself, not bothering to help.
"Yes," I said, my voice coming out stronger than I was expecting, "I should have probably told you sooner, but when I saw how worry free you were and how you put your life back together again, I couldn't. He wasn't hurting you in any way this time so I thought it was best,"
"I'm glad you didn't," she said, surprising me, "I wouldn't have been able to see her without thinking of him if I had known. Emmy is a sweet little girl and nothing like him,"
"If only you knew," I wanted to say, but quickly bit my tongue.
"So, you don't hate her?" I asked instead.
"None of this is her fault. She's as innocent as I am; we're just related to Michael," she said softly, it almost sounded as though she was forcing herself to say it, but her eyes showed sincerity.
"Will you be okay?" I asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," she answered, "Dr. Loomis filled me in last night about everything he knew about you and Michael. He said it was your place to tell, but I begged him to just tell me and we would sort it out later. He said you were almost like his accomplice,"
I groaned at the word, but couldn't deny it, "I only killed when I was protecting myself or Emmy. As long as I have a hold on my temper, I'm fine," I explained.
"They are talking about coming after Emmy and using her as bait to get Michael. They were going to use me they said but since he hasn't shown any interest they left me alone," she said. My blood began to boil even more at the thought of them putting Laurie through more trauma just to get Michael. Adding Emmy to the mix was like adding fuel to the fire.
"Did they say when they were going to try and get her?"
"They wouldn't tell me; they said it didn't concern me anymore," she explained, "I don't want anything to happen to Emmy, she's just a little girl,"
"Thank you," I said, "I can figure it out from here. Take care of yourself, for Emmy at least. She's really attached to you," That awarded me a small smile.
"Same to you," she whispered before closing the door. I took a deep breath and spun on my heel, practically running down the street.
I no longer cared that it was me and Michael against an entire town. They were going to try and take my daughter for bait and I knew they were going to treat her just as they saw her: as Michael Myer's daughter. They had just declared war.
/oo/
When I entered the house, I immediately ran into the basement where I found Michael by what appeared to be Judith's headstone.
"When had he gotten that?" I thought as I watched him sharpen his knife. I saw Emmy curled up asleep on a mattress a few feet away, some of her favorite toys surrounding her. I pulled my dagger from my waistband and walked further into the room, Michael finally acknowledging my presence, looked up at me and tilted his head to the side.
"I'm done with this town," I growled, "I'm helping you end them,"
Review! Kat has finally had enough and has joined Michael's side, meaning she is ready to kill again. Next chapter will be the consequences of Haddonfield's actions and just how murderous Kat truly is. Until next time, read and review!