DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna, Emmy and my other OCs.
AN: No excuse for my absence but hopefully this pretty long chapter makes up for it! It was SIXTEEN pages when I typed it! I think this is the second longest chapter between Prologue part 1 and Prologue Part 2 :D.
Chapter Twenty-Two
(A year and a half later)
Emmy= 8 1/2
Kat= 26
Emmy's POV
I couldn't sleep as I listened to a particularly violent gust of wind beat against my window, the crisp, colorful leaves landing on the sill. Sitting up and sliding out from my bed, I walked over and pushed the window open, letting the leaves blow into my room, a few tangling in my hair. I took a deep breath of the fresh, autumn air and leaned against the sill, looking out into the backyard, not even hearing my door opening.
"What are you doing awake?"
"I could ask you the same thing," I responded.
"I couldn't sleep so I went downstairs to try and get a head start on one of my papers. I've been listening to you toss and turn for the last twenty minutes," my mom said as she walked further into the room and brushed the leaves out of my hair. I noticed that she had yet to even change out her jeans and sweater from early that day.
Ever since Michael was killed, mommy had the worst time sleeping. For the first couple of months, I could hear her muffled crying coming from her room, and in the months after that, she would have nightmares that would wake her up with a shrill scream. Now, she did whatever she could to avoid sleeping.
"What class?" I asked, avoiding her question again. Not long after that night, it was obvious, even to me, that mommy had become depressed, only ever showing emotion around me and Laurie. Somehow, Dr. Loomis and Laurie teamed up and were able to get her to go back to school, with the assurance that Laurie had no problem spending more time with me and I had no qualms about being with her. Soon, she was majoring in Nursingand threw herself into her work, leaving her world to revolve solely around me and school.
"Psychology," she said, "Now stop stalling and answer my question: what are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep either," I said quietly with a shrug. I crawled back into bed as my mom walked over to the window and closed it securely. She crossed her arms and sat on the bed beside me.
"Is it because Halloween is coming up soon?" she asked quietly and I knew we were thinking the same thing. I stopped myself from shrugging again and instead looked at the butterfly designs on my comforter.
"Dr. Loomis once said that Michael always came back around Halloween," I said, my voice small, "But Halloween is next week and there hasn't been any sign of him,"
Mommy sighed, "Emmy, the wounds Michael endured were really bad. Dr. Loomis told me the same thing the Medical Examiner told him: nothing could survive that many bullet wounds and blood loss,"
"They blew him up once and he survived!" I practically yelled, remembering the time I listened in on Dr. Loomis telling mommy all the ways they tried to kill Michael.
"He got far enough away from the blast that he was only seriously injured, not killed. Michael may have a very high threshold for pain and he may able to handle things that most people can't, but at the end of the day, he's still human," she explained sadly.
"So, you've given up on him?" I asked, angry at myself when I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"No!" she said sharply before catching herself and continuing in a softer voice, "No, I didn't give up on Michael nineteen years ago and I'm not giving up now. But at the same time, I need to also accept the fact that maybe this time, he couldn't cheat death,"
She was right and I hated it. Mommy was optimistic and hopeful that Michael would return but she also accepted the reality that she had lost her best friend forever. I gripped my comforter tightly in my hands as I stared at it, fighting the tears threatening to return. I heard mommy sigh again and sat further up on the bed, facing me.
"Did I ever tell you the story of when Michael and I tried to play a prank on Judith but ended up scaring his mother instead?" she asked after a few moments of silence.
"No,"
"It's not a long story," she half-heartedly warned.
"I don't care," I answered immediately, sitting up straighter and looking at her with wide eyes; mommy's stories of Michael were the only connection I had to him anymore.
"Well Michael had found a small garter snake in the woods while we were playing and decided that he would give it a home in Judith's bedroom for her to find. Only, he hadn't foreseen his mother would be doing laundry that day,"
"She found it, didn't she?"
"Oh yeah," she laughed, "And she screamed bloody murder before putting the pieces together and going after Michael, who I had never seen more terrified," I laughed at the thought of Michael Myers being afraid of his mother, but based on the stories I was told, she was not the type of woman you wanted to get angry.
"How much trouble was he in?" I asked.
"A lot," I watched her eyes become distant as the memory became more and more real in her mind, "He was grounded for at least a week if I recall correctly and also had to clean Judith's entire room," that made me laughed.
"How did she know that Michael wouldn't sabotage Judith's room while cleaning?"
"Because Deborah was going to supervise him until she had to go to work and then she inspected the room to make sure that nothing was out of place," she explained, "Despite being stuck working at a job that kept her away from the house, Deborah made sure to keep on top of her kids as best she can,"
"How come you never told me what his mom did for work?" I suddenly asked. More than once I had asked what my grandmother's mysterious job was, but my mother was adamant in not telling me, in her words: 'Until I was old enough.' Even the one time I asked Michael, he shook his head and walked away.
"Because it was complicated and you won't understand until you are older," she explained almost mechanically yet at the same time, frustrated from having to repeat it so many times. I huffed and leaned against my headboard. She chuckled and ruffled my hair before standing.
"Try and get some sleep for school tomorrow," she said with a small smile, kissing my cheek before leaving the room. I listened to her walk back downstairs before pushing my blankets away again and returning to the window. Despite it being well into the night, it was easy for me to see into the darkness. Mommy said I got it from Michael; he always had unusually sharp night vision.
Normally the crickets would be full of life and every so often an owl would make its presence known. But tonight, it was completely silent. I gripped the window sill and leaned forward to see further outside to find any sign of life. The only movement came from the occasional leaf that blew across the lawn. It was unsettling.
I closed my window and turned to shut off my desk light when a flash of movement outside caught my attention. I quickly spun around and pressed myself against the glass and felt my heart speed up in my chest when I caught a glimpse of something white. Something that looked a lot like a mask.
Jumping away from the window, I ran out of the room and down the stairs and into the dining room where I knew mommy was working. I stopped in my tracks though when I saw her asleep over her notes. I quietly backed out of the room and ran to the kitchen, throwing open the back door and running out into the darkness, looking for the mask.
But I was alone.
/oo/
(The next day)
I spent the entire walk to school looking closely at all my surroundings, hoping to catch another flash of white like I had last night. Despite my mom using her barely untouched inheritance to buy a car after she started classes at the university, I still chose to walk to and from school; it was a nice way to clear my head.
I looked at every tall shrub and over my shoulder for any followers. I didn't want to believe I had imagined everything the night before. I knew that it was a mask, his mask. He was telling me he was alive.
I couldn't concentrate in any of my classes, choosing to spend most of the day staring out the window at the leaves slowly fall off the trees. It wasn't until there were only a few minutes left before lunch that I was packing up my things when I looked out the window again and felt my heart stop in my chest
Standing just on the other side of the school's fence, under the trees was a large figure, wearing an aged, white mask.
My breath was stuck in my throat as I stared, wide-eyed, at the figure, unable to tear my eyes away. In the back of my mind, I registered my teacher at the front of the classroom, calling my name, obviously concerned. But at that moment, the bell for lunch rang and I shot out of the room and towards the playground. I didn't stop until I hit the chain-link fence that separated the school from the woods. My eyes scanned the area, but there was nothing there.
My stomach dropped and my throat tightened with emotion as I backed away and walked over to an empty picnic table a few feet away. My frustration only grew when I opened my bag and realized that, in my rush, I forgot to get my lunch out of my locker. I withheld my frustrated shriek as I watched my classmates happily playing and eating their lunches, blissfully oblivious to whatever was going on.
"Emmy?" I jumped at the voice and turned to where a small redhead girl was looking at me with worry. She clutched a small lunchbox in her bony arms and by her feet was a fluffy brown backpack that was the face of a puppy sewn on the front.
"What?" I internally winced at the harshness in my voice as the redhead's eyes widened a fraction before regaining composure.
"Are you okay?" she asked quietly. I was speechless for a moment; no one ever talked to me because of who my parents were. They were afraid of me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered, growing even more confused when the girl took a seat beside me, opening her lunchbox and putting it contents onto the table. She must have noticed my shocked expression, because she stopped what she was doing and turned back to me.
"I'm Cara," she said smiling. I noticed that she was missing her front tooth, "I moved here over the summer," She split her sandwich and handed a half to me. I hesitated a moment before taking it.
"Why aren't you sitting with the other kids?" I asked.
"Why aren't you?" she countered.
"I'm not welcome," I deadpanned taking a bite of the sandwich.
"Because you're related to Michael Myers," it wasn't a question and I only stared at her before nodding, "The other kids told me about him. I also heard about what happened last year. I'm sorry,"
"Thanks," I said quietly, trying not to think about that night. The rest of the period was spent with Cara telling me about herself. I learned she was from a small town in Ohio where she lived with her two dads and older brother until her father's company was expanded and he was promoted to oversee the new branch in Haddonfield.
"How old is your brother?" I asked.
"He's fifteen, he started high school this year so he thinks he knows everything," she replied.
The school bell rang and I helped Cara get her things together to go inside. She smiled gratefully and hugged her lunchbox against her stomach.
"I'll see you inside," she said before running into the building with the other kids. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch into a small smile; I liked that girl. I picked up my own backpack and began to leave when I felt as if I was being watched. I quickly turned around and looked into the woods, but there was nothing that stood out, nothing that caught my attention. Maybe I was starting to lose my mind.
Like father like daughter.
/oo/
After school, I rummaged through my locker, pulling out books I needed and putting away the ones that I didn't. I heard the clicks of someone's shoes as they walked towards me, stopping on the other side of my locker door. Closing the metal door, I turned and my eyes met Cara's bright hazel ones as she stared at me, biting her lip nervously.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I just wanted to know if you wanted to walk home with me?" her voice was small as she began to sway, shifting her weight on her feet.
"Why are you so nervous then?"
"Because you're always alone and never talk to anyone so I thought you wouldn't want to be my friend and would tell me to leave you alone," she spoke so fast, I almost didn't understand her.
"What about your other friends?" her sudden demeanor changed and she wrapped her arms protectively over her stomach. I could have sworn I heard a soft sniffle come from her, but her expression remained relatively blank.
"I don't have any friends because I'm the new kid," she shrugged, "Even though I've been here for almost four months,"
"My mom says this town can be very narrow-minded," I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder, "But at the same time, since she was close to Michael Myers, nobody here likes us," It was weird using Michael's full name, but I knew it would confuse Cara if I just used his first name.
"They will get over it and you will have a bunch of friends by the end of the year," I continued. We began to walk down the hall when I noticed the group of kids, coming towards us, their gazes locked on me. That was never a good sign.
Cara pressed herself against the lockers as the kids crowded me. I wasn't scared, I could take care of myself despite popular belief, but I did not like having my personal space taken up by anyone other than me.
"Where are you going Bury?" the leader, a boy not much older than me, demanded. I resisted the urge to scoff.
"It's 'Myers' now," I corrected him, "And I'm going home. So should you,"
"Don't tell me what to do, killer!" he said, shoving me away. I stumbled in my step as my bag fell to the ground with a thud. A few students stopped what they were doing and began to gather around us.
"If I'm a killer than you should know to back off," I said calmly but forcefully, leaning over to get my bag. From the corner of my eye, I saw him lunge at me, only to be stopped by Cara.
"Leave her alone, she didn't do anything to you," she said, trying to sound angry but seemed to fail miserably, instead sounding scared.
"She's the Boogeyman's daughter!" a girl sneered, glaring at me. I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing at her, despite my anger rising dangerously.
"So?" Cara challenged.
"Get out of my way Red!" the boy shoved Cara hard. Unable to catch herself, I watched Cara's small body hit the ground, her head making a loud noise as it made contact with the tiles. She clutched her head and whimpered loudly as the other kids in the group began to laugh. Suddenly, all I could see was red.
Everything happened so fast; I lunged, tackling the boy to the ground as I punched at scratched at him, yelling unintelligible things, even I didn't know. All I did know was that I suddenly wished I had something sharp. Those who weren't chanting "Fight!" were backing away quickly. Then two pairs of hands were yanking me away, yelling at me to calm down. The teachers let go of me and rushed to check on the boy while another teacher helped Cara stand up.
"I didn't do anything! She just went crazy!" the boy cried and a few other kids began to nod along.
"No! He's lying!" Cara shouted back and I noticed a couple other kids agreeing with her, something that utterly shocked me. I began to feel overwhelmed, the air becoming heavier by the second. Before I realized what I was doing, I grabbed my bag and ran out of the school, ignoring anyone who shouted my name.
I ran straight for the woods, not wanting to risk running into anyone on the way to Laurie's. My breath came out in pants as I dodged tree branches and logs, not sure where I was headed anymore. I continued making twists and turns until I found myself at a dead end. It was a good sized clearing with a large tree at the end, a few of its roots emerging from the ground. Walking over to it, I curled into a ball at the base and tried to catch my breath.
I couldn't go home; I didn't have a key to get in and with Michael gone, mommy had made it the utmost importance to make sure the door was locked at all times unless she was home. Dr. Loomis once said that it was ironic how Michael was the most feared creature of Haddonfield yet my mom still saw him as her protector. And in a way, he was. He was my protector too.
I buried my face in my hands and resisted the urge to cry. I didn't like crying, I didn't like showing my emotions anymore because it only led to me getting hurt. I never kept it a secret about how much I loved Michael and he was killed, I always showed I proud I was to be his daughter and that led to me being seen as a threat. I showed my anger and it would only lead to me being put in danger. These were not worries a normal eight year old should have. Except, I wasn't a normal eight year old; I wasn't normal period.
And I was okay with that.
/oo/
I couldn't have been in the clearing for more than an hour. I was about to fall asleep when I heard my name being called. My full name. Never a good sign.
"EMELYN MICHELLE!" it was my mom, her voice a mix between worry and anger. She was close to the clearing.
"Mommy?" I called and within seconds I saw her running towards me. For a second, she stopped and looked around, momentarily forgetting the matter at hand. Her eyes became glassy before she got herself together.
"Where have you been?" she demanded, "Laurie called me in hysterics when you didn't come home from school! You know the rules: go straight to Laurie's after school unless told otherwise!"
"I wanted to be alone," I muttered trying to sound cold but my voice came out too small. My mom sighed and pulled out her phone, calling Laurie and informing her I was safe. She did the same with Loomis before coming over and sitting beside me.
"Want to tell me what's going on with you?" she asked.
"I lost my temper," I started quietly, refusing to see her face, "Some kids were picking on me and it didn't bother me until one of them pushed Cara-,"
"Who's Cara?" she interrupted softly.
"I think she is my new friend,"
"You think?"
"A boy pushed Cara and I got angry and attacked him, punching and scratching him," I said, "I think I scared her,"
"I know about the fight. The school called both Laurie and I," she said.
"Cara didn't deserve to get hurt because of me. I just met her today and I already scared her off," My vision grew blurry and I buried my head in my arms again.
"You're better than Michael so I'm sure you didn't scare her off," my mom chuckled.
"What?"
"I watched Michael get into plenty of fights. I knew he murdered four people, five if you count that nurse in the sanitarium, and I still stayed by his side as his friend. You are nowhere near as bad. I doubt a fight between two kids is going to traumatize this girl,"
"Yeah, but you said it yourself: you were a weird kid! You were considered a freak too and had a less than ideal home life so you weren't shocked by anything he threw at you!" I yelled, "Cara has a normal life! She is a sweet girl who lives with her two dads and older brother who love her a lot and the only thing other kids see wrong with her is that she is still considered the new kid!"
"Emmy-,"
"But I'm the opposite! I'm the town freak! I'm the Boogeyman's daughter who everyone is afraid is going to snap one day! The only reason I'm not hurt or dead is because I'm still a kid! I doubt these people are going to be as understanding when I'm seventeen!"
"Emmy stop," I closed my mouth but bit my lip to keep quiet. My mom pulled me into her lap and spoke calmly.
"The only difference between you and the others is that our circumstances are different. You are still loved by me and I know Michael loved you even if you will never get him to admit it-,"
"How do you know?"
"Well he didn't kill you for one. He let you touch him, which is something he's reluctant for me to even do. And I seem to remember more than one occasion where he stood in the corner of your room for a week until you fell asleep because you were scared the monsters in your nightmares would come get you,"
"I guess," I muttered.
"What I'm saying is, don't let this town get to you. We used to take pride in our…unique arrangement. Just because we lost him, doesn't mean we should start acting any different. I need to stop being so depressed and you need to get more confidence,"
"I'm confident," I said.
"Believe me, we can get you to be much more confident," she laughed, making me smile.
"Look, let's go home and continue this conversation in more comfortable arrangements, huh?" she continued and I nodded. We both stood, but when I turned to walk away, I noticed my mom looking around longingly.
"Mommy?"
"It's been a long time since I've been here," she said absently, "Nothing's changed, even the carvings in the tree are still here,"
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Remember when I said how Michael used to have an animal graveyard where he and I would hide away in sometimes?" I nodded.
"This is it," she breathed out. I could see the memories swirling in her head as she placed her hand over a spot on the tree, "We carved our initials here as if to seal our friendship,"
I saw something change in my mom in that moment. She suddenly stood straighter, her eyes almost regaining a light they had lost a long time ago.
"Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Am I still in trouble for getting into a fight at school?"
"Oh hell yeah,"
/oo/
I was curled up in bed, aimlessly doodling in my notebook when I should have been doing my science homework. There was a knock on my door and I looked up in time to see Loomis walk in.
"Hello Emmy," he smiled.
"Hi Dr. Loomis," I replied. He looked uncomfortable a moment before taking a seat at my desk, "Is there something you needed?"
"Kat mentioned that you were in a fight today," he said, "I just wanted to make sure you're okay?"
"If you're trying to find out if I'm becoming the next Michael Myers, the answer is no. I'm still the sweet little girl who has a very dangerous temper courtesy of her criminally insane father," I deadpanned.
"Those are some pretty big words there," he observed.
"I'm advanced for my age according to mommy and my school. But I refuse to move grades because I like having easy homework," I shrugged. He raised his eyebrow at me, taking in what I had said before continuing.
"Emmy, my goal here is-,"
"Look ," I cut him off, "I appreciate the concern but I'm not becoming Michael. Not before I'm ten at least," I giggled at my own reference as he visibly stiffened.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to your mother," he said, "Always making very inappropriately morbid jokes," he sighed.
"I mean just because I have his knife-,"
"You have his knife?!"
"Yeah! I took it from the scene; I'm shocked no one noticed," I walked over to my desk and opened a drawer, pulling out the large blood-stained knife.
"I don't use it or anything, but I like having it to remind me of him. Like how mommy has her dagger," I smiled, placing it back in drawer, laughing at Dr. Loomis's expression.
"Excuse me while I go have a few words with your mother," he said finally, leaving the room. I continued laughing to myself as I resumed my drawing, knowing that Dr. Loomis was far from finished in his interrogation with me.
/oo/
(The next day)
I waited until it was recess to talk to Cara as I spotted her at the corner table where I normally sat. Her red hair was in a very fancy looking French-braid and her nails were painted a pale blue to match her fuzzy sweater. Her black Mary-Janes matching her black skirt while white stockings covered her legs. She looked as if she was going to a dinner party.
"Hi!" she said brightly as she pulled out her sandwich. I sat across from her, feeling very underdressed in an old band T-shirt that once belonged to my mom when she was my age, jeans that were ripped at the knees, and my favorite sneakers.
"Hi," I said quietly, pulling out my own lunch. It was silent between us as we traded lunches; her orange for my apple, my peanut butter sandwich for her turkey. We ate in silence until I finally couldn't take it anymore.
"You don't have to sit here. I understand if you never want to talk to me again," I said.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because of yesterday," I answered as if it were obvious.
"Why would I stop talking to you over that? You defended me," she shrugged, "It's not fair that you get teased just because of who your dad is,"
"And my mom," I added with a small smirk.
"Still doesn't matter. You are your own person and they are their own person. You all just happen to be related," she explained. That made me smile.
"Hey, are you going trick or treating next week?" she asked suddenly.
"Of course,"
"I don't want to go out alone and my big brother claims he is too old for it, so he is staying home with my dad to hand out candy while I go out with daddy. Do you want to come with us?" she asked. I was silent for a moment as I thought it over. Last year, I had gone out with Laurie and when we were in California, I always had a group of my friends; friends that haven't spoken to me since I moved to Illinois. It would be nice to have someone my age to walk around and trade candy with again.
"Okay," I smiled.
/oo/
(A week later)-HALLOWEEN NIGHT
After seeing Cara's fancy and classy fashion style every day at school, I was expecting her to be something just as girly. I was pleasantly surprised to see her dressed as a zombie when my mom and I met her in front of her house. She admired my vampire costume, complete with temporary black hair dye that would come out in the shower.
"You look amazing!" she cried.
"Halloween is very important in my house," I said proudly, "You look really cool too,"
"Halloween is pretty big in my house too," she smiled.
The night had turned out to be much more fun than I had expected. Cara and I raced each other from house to house while my mom and Cara's dad got to know each other, only ever stopping to tell us to slow down and wait for them. Despite claiming that she liked her solitude, I could tell my mom was enjoying time with another adult and parent.
At the end of the night, we sat in Cara's living room, trading candy while the adults talked in the kitchen. Cara's older brother, Alex, checked the candy to make sure it was safe to eat before putting them in their respective bags.
Unlike Cara who looked more like her one dad with red hair and hazel eyes, her brother, Alex, took after their other dad with dark chestnut hair and dark green eyes. Cara was also much paler while Alex's skin had a slight golden glow to it. But the more I studied them, the more I also saw their similarities. They both had the same smile and laugh. They also had the same tendency to tap their fingers against some type of surface whenever silence fell over the room.
"Emmy, ready to go?" I jumped out of my thoughts when I saw mommy walking into the room, holding our coats, "I want to wash that dye out of your hair before bed,"
"Okay," I said, reluctantly standing and taking my bag of candy. Goodbyes were exchanged and Cara gave me a tight hug that I was too surprised to return, making the adults, mainly my mother, laugh.
I had completely forgotten that there hadn't been any sign of Michael's return so far that night.
/oo/
Mommy let me eat some candy corn before my bath, but she didn't anticipate the sugar high it would give me. When I finally managed to settle down, it was well past midnight and I had crashed on the couch. I was barely aware of my mother carrying me upstairs and tucking me in before I completely passed out.
I was awoken a few hours later to my door being opened and someone walking over to my desk, opening drawers before quickly closing them again. I opened my eyes and noticed a large figure towering over my desk, lifting Michael's knife from the drawer.
"Michael?" I asked, my voice still heavy with sleep. The figure froze and after a few moments of tense silence, turned around, revealing an aged white mask. Suddenly, I was wide awake.
"Michael!" I cried, sitting up in bed and lunging for him, misjudging the distance between my bed and the desk where Michael stood. I heard the knife make a soft thud on the carpet as Michael reached out to catch me before I landed on my face. I clung to his one arm, despite his attempts to shake me off as I fought the urge to cry.
"Everyone said you weren't coming back!" I said, "They said you were dead for good!" I pulled away and looked up at him.
"Why didn't you come sooner?" he only stared at me before I remembered he wasn't going to answer. I grabbed a notebook and pen off my desk and thrust them at him. He only stood there a moment before slowly writing a response:
RECOVERING
I read the words before turning on my desk lamp, finally giving some light to the room. Michael's suit was sewn where the bullet holes once were and the blood seemed to have been washed out. I also noticed that he didn't stand as straight as he normally did, he was slightly slumped over, but it was only noticeable up close.
"Are you still hurting?" I asked. He turned his head to the side but didn't answer.
"I'm really glad you are back," I smiled and hugged him around the waist. He tensed once more but I felt his one hand on my shoulder as the other patted my head just like he used to.
"I made a new friend," I said, pulling away, "She and her family just moved here so you can't hurt them! But the rest of the town is still fair game," his head turned to the side again but I squealed happily when he gave the slightest of nods. I had managed to make a deal with Michael Myers! I'm pretty sure I was making history in that moment.
Before I could ask any more questions, Michael suddenly lifted me and carried me back to my bed, throwing the blankets haphazardly over me. When I situated them to my liking, I looked up at him and smiled.
"I really am glad you are back, Michael," I said softly. He stared at me a moment before placing a hand on my head, softly mussing my hair. I studied his mask and couldn't help but feel jealous of my mother; she had seen his face. Even if it was only when they were children, she had seen what he looked like while I could only imagine what lay beneath the white latex. Both mommy and Dr. Loomis always told me that I looked a lot like Michael when he was young, but when I looked in the mirror, I could only see a soft, eight year old girl. No trace of a young boy with a dark mind. Before I could stop myself, I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.
"Am I ever going to see your face?" I asked, preparing myself to watch him spin around and leave me alone. He turned his head to the side and studied me. I bit my bottom lip, hard, but kept his gaze, knowing that if I looked away, he would disappear and who knew when I would see him again.
"It can be really quick and I'll never ask again, I promise," I tried again. When he made no movement, I sighed and fixed my blankets again, prepared to go to sleep and later pretend it was all a dream. From the corner of my eye, I watched Michael retrieve his knife from the floor and tuck it into his waistband. He walked back up to me and watched me a few more moments.
I shifted under his gaze before I realized he was moving, very slowly. My breath caught in my throat when I realized he was carefully grabbing the sides of his mask. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, even though it couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds. It took a few moments for it to finally set in that I was seeing the face behind the mask.
"We really do look alike," I said softly as I took in his appearance. His hair was the same dirty blonde as mine and looked to be a mess of knots. I inwardly cringed at the thought of it being brushed out. His eyes were a clear blue with the slightest hint of something darker swirling in them and we had the same nose. But what really caught my attention was the long scar on his cheek and another on his neck. Just above his one eyebrow, a healing gash led up to his hairline. He had the slightest bit of scruff on his face and I had the fleeting wonder if he had somehow shaved, even though it seemed too out of character.
Then, the mask was back on and I was staring at the cracked and ripped white latex. He leaned forward and picked up my favorite stuffed rabbit, handing it to me before turning and beginning to leave the room.
"Wait!" I called and I watched him freeze, "Are you going to go see mommy now?" I asked.
A few beats passed before I caught the barely noticeable shake of his head, signaling 'no.'
"Why?" he turned and walked over to my desk and scribbled something down before handing it to me,
SOON
I sighed but accepted the answer, letting him know that I would keep our meeting a secret until he let his existence be known again. Taking the note back, he threw it in the garbage before switching out my desk light and leaving the room.
Once I was alone, I pressed the stuffed animal to my mouth to muffle my delighted squeal. I was right! Michael didn't die that night, he lived. Just like he did all those other times…
Nothing could kill my father.
I hope everyone liked this chapter. If not, I'm sorry, next chapter will be back to the usual setup: Kat's point of view. I was NOT expecting it to be this long but the story seemed to be writing itself. I hope we all get an insight into Emmy now lolz. Do you think Michael reveal himself to Kat or keep himself hidden away?
Until next time, Read and Review!