Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Seventeen

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

Chapter Seventeen

 

RECAP:

Once I opened the door, Emmy ran through the darkness of the living room with ease and into the kitchen, before turning on the light. I froze when I noticed that the armchair wasn’t in the corner of the room like normal, instead in front of the fireplace, facing me. There was someone sitting in it and I knew it wasn’t Michael.

“Hello Kitty Kat,” the voice drawled with menace. I heart clench as I turned on the living room light and saw who was sitting in the chair.

“How did you get in here?” I hissed.

//oo//

(Present)

“How do you even know where I live?” I growled when he only laughed at my previous question.

“I flagged down an officer and asked him. He even called you “Kitty Kat” which I thought was adorable,” he replied finally. I looked into the kitchen, hoping Emmy wouldn’t come out.

“Don’t worry about your kid. I didn’t reveal anything seeing as how you took such precautions to keep your secret, but I can only keep my mouth shut for so long,” Derek stood from the chair and walked towards me. I steeled myself and tried to keep my face emotionless as he got closer.

“Besides,” he continued quietly, “She will be taken care of,”

“Stay away from her,” I seethed, shoving him away, only to have him grab my wrists and press me against him. He immediately let go and gripped my upper arms in a grasp so tight I couldn’t keep the gasp from escaping my lips; just what I needed: more bruises.

“Ah, ah, ah Kitty,” he smiled, “Let’s talk, shall we?”

//oo//

(Emelyn “Emmy”)

She hadn’t even realized there was someone else in the house until he spoke. Emmy immediately recognized his voice and felt herself stop in her process of making a sandwich. He was alive?! She thought she had buried the knife in his chest deep enough. Damn the hospital for doing such a good job of healing him.

Slowly, climbing off the chair she was using for height, Emmy poked her head around the corner to see Derek gripping Kat close to him as she stared at him with controlled rage. Where was her dagger?

Spinning on her heel, Emmy rushed to the drawer where the knives were, only to have a hand fall on her shoulder.

“Not so fast, kid,” a lady’s voice said. Emmy turned and came face to face with the girl from the hospital, the one who blamed Kat for Derek’s near death. What was her name? Mandla?

“We are going to let the adults chat a little,” she said sweetly though her lip was curled up with disgust. Immediately Emmy’s composure changed as she continued to stare, and with all her might, shoved the woman away. Mandla shot up and lunged at her, Emmy easily moving out of the way.

“Fast for a little brat,” she said.

“I’m seven, not one,” Emmy retorted, kicking Mandla, successfully connecting with her jaw. Kat always did say that she had inherited Michael’s inhuman strength.