DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna, Emmy and my other OCs.

AN: This chapter is dedicated to a very good friend of mine on here, morbidking06, whose birthday is Wednesday, May 7th! I am very happy to get this chapter out one time haha. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-One

(Three weeks later)

If there was one thing I never understood about Michael, aside from his unpredictable mood swings, was his inhuman level of patience. Even as kids, Michael was never one to get impatient or be unable to sit still for long periods of time. He would always remain motionless, just staring, waiting for something. When he was committed to the sanitarium, the behavior only grew more annoying to the point I would sometimes purposely provoke him just to get some kind of reaction. I don't know why I thought it would be any different now as adults while we waited, in the shadows, for Officer Sanchez to get home.

There were no real pattern or organization to our killings; apparently that was how Michael always worked: Find a random person at any time and kill them. But a few days earlier, after leaving Emmy with Laurie, Loomis had accompanied me to the store, wanting to keep an eye on me because in his words: "With the recent killing spree Michael is on, someone may take the law into their own hands and come after you."

Of course, as my luck would have it, Sanchez was there and spotted us. He proceeded to call me out and threaten to avenge Johnson, even going as far as to not only insult Emmy, but threaten her too. His threats on her were almost surprising to me; even though Haddonfield knew of Emmy now, they were hesitant about making threats or trying to harm her. She was still a seven-almost eight year old girl after all. Sanchez was lucky Loomis was there to hold me back and remind me that hurting him would only make matters worse.

When we made it home and Loomis left, I ran through the house looking for Michael and when I found him, I vented about the entire ordeal before storming out to pick up Emmy and repeat my rant to Laurie.

Laurie. Guilt twisted in my gut at the thought of her. Even though she held no grudge towards me about my past relationship with Michael and the fact that the child she helped take care of was actually her niece, I always made sure never to tell her Michael was still in the house. She had no idea that we were still in a toxic companionship. I felt as though I was betraying her by teaming up with Michael. As much as I want Haddonfield to suffer, would it really be worth Laurie's heartbreak if she were to find out the truth?

I was brought back to present time when I felt a large hand grip my upper arm, shaking me awake, roughly. I jerked in response and looked up at Michael's mask, those black eyes glistening in the moonlight. I resisted the urge to growl at him, instead picking up my dagger, from where it was resting by my foot, and stood beside him.

"Is Sanchez finally home?" I asked absently. I was unsure at first, knowing that this murder would set off a whole slew of chaos and I would be in the middle; after all, he had threatened me and my child's lives earlier that week.

A hard smack to my back brought me out of my thoughts as Michael continued to try and get my attention. I tried to hit him back, but it was useless.

"Stop! That actually hurts and I don't need any more bruises!" I hissed, finally shielding myself from another smack. He immediately dropped his hand and began to cross the street, not the least bit worried about getting caught…or hit by a car…again.

I shook my head and ran to catch up, looking around to make sure no one would notice us as paranoia began to creep into the back of my skull. Michael might not have given a damn if he was caught or not, but I sure did. My potential arrest would mean that they would try even harder to pin Ethan's murder on me in addition to Ty Johnson's and now James Sanchez.

I obviously did not think this whole thing through.

And as much as I didn't want to care, my conscience was a real bitch.

I followed Michael around to the back of the house when I realized where he was leading me. Connected to the back of the house were two old storm cellar doors, the lock looking like it was recently broken. Who broke it was no mystery.

"I'm starting to question why I come anymore," I whispered to him as he pulled the wooden doors open and waited for me to climb down, into the basement, "You always do the killings and everything because we can't risk them finding my fingerprints. I'm more or less just a tag along,"

As usual, he ignored me, passing me and stealthily moving through the darkened room with ease, making his way to the other staircase that would lead into the house. With my night vision not as sharp, I was more hesitant as I moved passed the clutter and junk that was stacked down here. When I finally found the stairs, Michael had already made his way through the door and into the kitchen.

"I'm pretty sure there is a window that he left unlocked," I grumbled when I finally caught up, "t would have been easier than making our way through that basement,"

He only stared at me for a few moments before walking towards the living room. Aside from the larger basement, Sanchez's house was the same layout as mine, making it easier to know where I was going. I watched as Michael maneuvered through the rooms, into the hallway, and up the stairs. I began to follow when a piece of paper on the table caught my eye.

I was careful not to touch anything as I went to get a closer look and saw they were divorce papers. I didn't even know Sanchez had been married. Underneath, I caught a glimpse of what looked like custody forms.

"Damn," I breathed, "Poor guy must have hit rock bottom," I heard another noise and spun around, only to see Michael entering the room, covered in blood.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief, "That fast?" he only stared at me a moment before making his way back towards the basement. I casted a glance at the ceiling, thinking of Sanchez's bloodied body in his bed, just waiting to be found in the morning when he didn't come into work. I shook my head and hurried towards the basement, trying to catch up to Michael.

/oo/

"You know, this is the fifth cop you've killed, three of which I helped with," I said as I finally caught up to him outside the Myers Home, "You do realize they are going to kill you now,"

Michael turned and looked at me as if to say that not only did he not care but also that I didn't have to help and could have backed out any time. The same things he would say verbally to me when we were kids and he would feel particularly reckless certain days.

"Ugh, forget it," I grumbled and brushed passed him to unlock the door. I continued muttering under my breath as I dropped my keys on the table by the door and walked into the living room, letting out a mix between a gasp and a scream when I turned on the light and saw Emmy in the chair staring at me.

"Emelyn Michelle, how many times have I told you not to do that?" I scolded before stopping cold when I took in her appearance. Her hair was soaked with sweat and clung to her head, same as her nightgown. She was paler than usual with a slight greenish tint and her eyes were completely dull. She was curled up on the chair with her stuffed rabbit and a bottle of ginger ale she must've gotten from the fridge. It was a stark contrast to how she looked earlier, which was completely normal.

"I don't feel good mommy," she said weakly and I rushed over to her, pressing my palm to her forehead, my eyes widening at how hot she was, "I threw up in my bed,"

"Oh, sweetie," I said softly, "I should have stayed in tonight, I'm so sorry," I turned and nearly fell over when I came face to face with Michael's hand which held a thermometer in a small hand towel.

"Thanks," I said cautiously, taking the thermometer and putting it under Emmy's tongue. After a couple seconds, the tell-tale beeping was heard and I looked at the results.

"Just above 100, okay that's not too bad. Let's get you cleaned up," I lifted her in my arms and fought back a gag of my own when I smelled the scent of vomit all over her. Guilt was in the pit of my stomach as I wondered how long Emmy had been sitting in the dark with her ginger ale, waiting for me to get home.

When we got to the bathroom, Emmy swayed on her feet as I set her down and took off her soiled clothes and, with quite a fight on her part, her stuffed rabbit, placing them in a pile in the corner for me to wash.

"Can I have bubbles?" Emmy asked quietly as I wrapped a fluffy towel around her while I prepared the bath.

"Of course," I smiled and grabbed the bubble bath, pouring a generous amount in. I gently helped her into the tub and began to carefully wash her. Afterwards, I sat on the floor while she played with the bubbles, cupping them in her hands and blowing them away. I looked at the doorway and saw Michael standing there.

"Can you keep an eye on her while I change her sheets and get a clean set of pajamas?" I asked. At his nod, I stood and left towards the middle bedroom, in search of new sheets. Anyone else would call me insane for leaving a seven year old alone with Michael Myers and trusting she would be safe, but I knew that Emmy was an exception to everything, even to things I wasn't an exception of.

I was quick to change her sheets and grab a fresh set of pajamas before returning to the bathroom just as Emmy threw a large amount of water and bubbles at Michael, effectively soaking half of his leg. She giggled as he left the room and I dried her off and changed her into the new clothes. Digging through the cabinet above the sink, I found some children's stomach medicine, giving some to Emmy.

"I hope Michael doesn't die," she said as I tucked her in. I could still see the dullness in her eyes, but the life in her voice made me give a small smile, "I heard you outside the door,"

"He will be fine Emmy, you know that," I said, "Michael can take care of himself," she nodded, her eyes drooping before finally falling asleep. I sat next to her for a few minutes to make sure she didn't get sick again before standing and leaving the room. I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before curling up in bed and falling asleep, not bothering to wonder where Michael had disappeared to.

/oo/

(A week later)

The next few days that followed Emmy's stomach bug were hell for all of us; Emmy could barely keep anything down, I had run out of clean linen and Michael had disappeared to continue his murder spree without me. Even after Emmy finally got better, I continued to stay in and not go out with Michael, in fear that Emmy could get sick again and I wouldn't be there. As much as I wanted to destroy Haddonfield, Emmy was far more important.

By the end of the week, three more police officers from the sheriff's department had been killed, making Haddonfield a little more than tense, especially around me and Emmy.

The more I talked to Laurie, the more I was finding out that the sheriff's department was planning something, a way to take care of Michael. She would tell me that the only reason she knew was because it was no longer a secret that she was Emmy's caretaker when I was unavailable and that she and Emmy together would make perfect bait. I had been furious when I heard about it but was immediately appeased when I learned that Laurie had already lost her temper with them and finally gave them a piece of her mind; something she said she had been waiting to do for years.

I wonder if she would ever realize that her and Michael's tempers are exactly the same.

/oo/

(Five days later)

I had been curled up on the couch reading while Emmy played with her dolls on the floor when I heard the shouting. At first, I put it off as the neighbors' kids across the street throwing another party. When I heard police sirens and saw the lights, I assumed that the alleged party was busted once again and the kids would get another slap on the wrist. When I heard the gunshot, my heart stopped.

"What was that?" Emmy asked as I jumped up from the couch and ran to the window, pulling back the shades.

"Stay there," I commanded when she tried to walk over. I tried to look around but even with the bay window, I still couldn't see what was happening. The only thing I could make out were the cops pointing their rifles at something and someone yelling at them. Someone who looked a lot like Loomis…

Damn.

"Do not leave this room or go near the windows!" I yelled at Emmy as I ran to the front door and threw it open, running onto the porch. No one paid me any mind as their attention was focused on the figure walking towards them. Michael.

"Michael, stop!" I screamed at him, but he ignored me like always. A few people stared at me and casted disgusted glares, but they quickly turned back to the police who were preparing to shoot.

"Move out of the way Loomis," I heard one of the officers, I think it was the sheriff shout. I couldn't hear what Loomis replied with but my attention was knocked back to myself when I saw a person rushing towards me. It was Laurie.

"I have no idea how they caught him," she said out of breath, "I was visiting a friend of mine when they heard the sirens and found out,"

"Why isn't he stopping?" I asked. I could feel Laurie's hand around my arm in a vice grip, fear running off her in waves. I placed my hand overs hers but refusing to take my eyes off the scene unfolding in front of me.

"Maybe it will finally be over," I heard Laurie whisper to herself, but I knew she was only trying to keep her nerves down. Everything that happened after that moment was complete chaos.

Someone grabbed Loomis and shoved him back into the crowd, Laurie flagging him over as he joined us on the porch, another warning from the police, and then a hail of gunfire that was deafening and almost every bullet hitting Michael. And during it all, I hadn't even realized I had been screaming until it was over and Michael's body hit the asphalt.

I could feel warm wetness on my arm and realized that Laurie was crying, but it was obvious that they were tears of relief. Unlike mine which were a mix of disbelief and pain. I had been preparing so long for this, so why wasn't I handling it the way I should've?

"Michael!" I heard a small voice shriek and I barely registered it was Emmy's. Loomis, Laurie and I all lunged to block her path, but one of the advantages to being so skinny was that Emmy could easily slip out of our grasps and through the crowd that did nothing to stop her. Immediately, I took off after her, not wanting her to see something like that.

"Emelyn, stop!" I yelled after her. I could hear Loomis and Laurie behind me, but when I turned back, I saw they had stopped at the front of the crowd, concern for Emmy painted on their faces. But they knew that there was nothing they could do anymore. I was grateful they didn't continue to follow me.

It felt as though I had run miles, when really I had probably only traveled barely a yard. I stopped a few feet from Emmy who had made it to Michael's body and was knelt beside him, holding one of his larger hands in both her little ones.

"Michael? Wake up," she whimpered. I took a step forward.

"Mommy said dreams aren't real, but I dreamed that you died so that means it shouldn't happen," she rambled and my heart broke.

"Emmy," I said quietly. She looked at me, her eyes red and swollen from her tears. I never wanted to see that kind of pain in her. She sniffled before leaning forward to grab the object that he had dropped when the bullets hit him. I shifted my body just a bit so no one would see Emmy picking up Michael's knife and hiding it on the side not facing the crowd. I bent down and took her in my arms, discreetly taking the knife from her and slipping it under my shirt, in my waistband, just hoping I wouldn't cut myself too bad when I walked.

Picking up Emmy, I casted one more glance at Michael's body and could have sworn I saw his eyelids flicker before limping back to Loomis who took me in my arms while Emmy immediately reached for Laurie, but refused to let go of me, putting us in a very awkward group hug; two people who were heartbroken, and two people who were relieved.

The crowd dispersed and the police went about taking care of the body, while Loomis helped me back into the house, after much struggle trying to get Emmy to let go of Laurie so we could walk properly.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Emmy asked.

"Yeah," I whispered, not trusting my voice, "Laurie is going to get you ready for bed, I need to speak to Dr. Loomis," Laurie and I shared a meaningful look as she took Emmy and disappeared up the stairs. Loomis directed me into the kitchen so they wouldn't hear us upstairs. I made sure to walk behind him so I could take the knife out and drop it behind the couch for me to retrieve later. I wrapped one of my arms around my stomach and the other covered my mouth before I finally collapsed in his arms, completely breaking down. No words were exchanged between us as he held me while I tried to get the heavy sobs to subside.

"I always say that evil never dies and that Michael is no exception," he finally said quietly into my hair as I continued to shake, "But maybe you should take this time to try and move on and start over,"

I knew I should have been angry at his words, but I couldn't find it in me.

"I'm not saying right away," he continued, seeming to realize his mistake, "You need to grieve, but I think in the end it will be healthy for both you and Emmy to try and start over,"

"We can't leave Haddonfield now," I choked, "We have nowhere to go and with Michael-," I cut myself off, unable to finish the sentence, "Emmy and I are staying, Haddonfield's feelings be damned,"

"Are you sure that's wise?" Loomis asked, "Nothing will go back to normal for you,"

"I don't want normal," I said, pulling away and angrily wiping my eyes, "I've never been normal. My entire life, I was the tall, morbid genius who was older mentally than she was biologically. Not to mention, I gave birth to Michael Myers's child. If I wanted normal, I wouldn't have come back and I would have never befriended Michael all those years ago,"

"You also have Emelyn to consider in all this," he countered.

"Honestly, the way she is changing more into him, ironically enough, Haddonfield is the safest place for her to be right now," I shrugged, "Here, they are expecting it but they've proven they won't harm her because she is still a child in the end. So I have time to find ways to keep her safe and maybe an outlet for her possible urges that doesn't end in serial killing,"

It fell silent between us as Loomis found a washcloth the wet in the sink and help me clean myself up. A few moments passed before Laurie entered the kitchen and sat down at the island.

"Emmy is in her room. She said she wanted to be alone for a bit," she informed us as I went to the fridge to get a bottle of water for her. She looked exhausted.

"Yeah, she normally likes her isolation when she is upset," I said handing her the drink, "Damn I wish I handled this better. We all knew what was going to happen and I let her get attached,"

"It isn't your fault," Laurie said and I jumped at the hardness in her voice, "You said it yourself, you had no idea that he was loose when you moved back here; you just wanted a fresh start with your daughter and masquerading as cousins to keep her safe was part of that,"

"Still, she got attached and I did nothing to stop it. If anything I've made this harder for her,"

"It was going to be hard anyway," she comforted, "Plus, she was probably already attached by the thought of him from your stories. Seeing him physically only strengthened that, there's nothing you could have done,"

"I've never seen you so understanding Laurie," Loomis said, "You're taking this much better than I've seen,"

"Well I'm kind of used to watching him die over and over again," she sniffed and tried to keep composure as I saw her eyes grow distant, no doubt thinking of her past, "But I understand Emmy. I mean, at first, when I heard I had a brother, I was a little attached myself because there was some connection to the life I never knew nor can I remember; someone who knew who my mom and dad were and family. But, unlike Emmy, it was pretty easy for me to cut that cord pretty quickly considering his life's mission was to murder me,"

"He used to worship you, you know," I felt myself saying softly, "Every day after school, we could come in and he would immediately run to you and play. When your mom worked nights, he would take care of you and put you to bed. Sometimes I would help him set up the bassinet in his room, so you could sleep in there so he wouldn't need to leave the room if you woke up,"

"Could have fooled me," she said more to herself. I sighed.

"He was much different as a child before-," I stopped myself for a moment before continuing, "before he killed Judith,"

"It's been a long night," Loomis said and I tried not to scoff. It hadn't been a long night. Everything that happened, happened within the span of an hour, maybe less. But, emotionally it did feel like longer.

"Do you want to stay in the guest room, Laurie?" I asked, "You look far too tired to walk home, even with help,"

"Sure," she nodded gratefully. I helped her settle in before walking Loomis to the door. He gave me another tight hug and said he would be back in the morning to see how we were doing. I watched him walk down the street, towards the police cars that were still there as the sheriff continued to investigate. For what, I didn't care.

I walked over to the couch and pushed it aside, picking up the knife and taking it with me upstairs. I went into my room and buried it beneath the junk in my nightstand drawer before changing into more comfortable clothes. I heard the door push open and from the corner of my eye, I saw Emmy scurry in and curl up in bed.

"Whatcha got there?" I asked, gesturing to the folded paper in her hand. Her eyes were dangerously close to falling shut and her speech was slurred with drowsiness but she answered anyway.

"Michael gave it to me a few days ago, but I never opened it. Your name was written on it," she weakly handed me the paper before promptly falling asleep. I sat on the edge of the bed and observed the paper in my hands. It was old and frail; quite a few years old, but well preserved. I opened the top half and couldn't help but smile and blush as I recognized the drawing on it.

Shortly before that Halloween, I had been in art class, drawing a large heart surrounded by other colored hearts. Inside, I had written my name, but before I could finish, Michael noticed and began to ask questions and teased me a little that I had a crush. I got angry and threw the paper at him, never bothering to finish. He must've folded it up and kept it all these years. Where, I didn't know.

I finished unfolding the paper and suddenly my smile faltered and dropped. Tears began to edge my vision as I closed my eyes tight before putting the piece of paper on my nightstand and curling up, gathering Emmy in my arms. It was too painful to look at.

Underneath my neat "Kat and" Michael had written his own name.

Kat

and

Michael

/oo/

BONUS CHAPTER/SCENE (Dedicated to morbidking06! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)

(Michael)

Despite what some would think, he would never get used to the feeling of getting shot, stabbed, blown up, or any other form of death Haddonfield tried to give him. He dropped his knife as soon as the first bullet went through his shoulder, followed by he didn't even want to know how many more. And over all the yelling, cheers, and hail of gunfire, he could still hear Kat screaming clear as day.

He would also never get used to the feeling of the back of his head hitting the street, mentally making a note that if he survived, the next time someone tried to kill him, it would be somewhere that would have a slightly softer landing. But judging by the amount of bullet wounds, it would be a miracle to recover.

He faintly heard his name being shouted and recognized it as Emmy's. His eyes closed on their own accord and he felt small hands take one of his, begging for him to wake up. It was an unusual request, one that he had never heard before, except for when he was nine and fell down a hill in the woods, promptly knocking himself out for a few moments. Kat had practically been screaming in his ear then for him to wake up and then berated him for his stupidity…

"You're too reckless, Michael! You could have broken your neck!"

"I'm fine!"

"You were unconscious for five minutes!"

"I'm awake now!"

"I should tell your mom, you need your head examined!"

"No, I don't,"

"You could have a concussion!"

"Kat, I. Am. Fine,"

"No. You're. Not! We are going home and I am letting your mom know,"

"Kat-,"

"I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you and I could have stopped it,"

That shut him up.

"Emmy," he was brought out of the memory by Kat's soft voice, though it sounded choked. As much as he loathed admitting it, he hated hearing Kat cry. Though, Emmy's sobs were making an even worse effect on him. He was able to open his eyes just in time to see Kat lifting the distraught Emmy and limping away. Why was she suddenly limping?

He tried to move his body, but it wouldn't obey. Everything was becoming darker as he felt his body grow colder than it normally was.

Then everything went black.

Review! Okay, you all may hate me but you KNOW that it wouldn't be a Halloween story without Michael getting "killed" and if you are all fans of the franchise, you know Michael Myers can never truly die (hint, hint, possible spoiler)

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