Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Nineteen

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

Chapter Nineteen

(Earlier the day before-Kat’s POV)

AN: TO AVOID CONFUSION: This chapter starts from where Kat left off last chapter, which when she left for the hospital.  This chapter is leading up to Kat realizing what Johnson has done

I was still slightly out of it when the cab dropped me back off at home. Dr. Asher hadn’t been on call at the hospital so I saw the other doctor who I was sure shot me up with a little too much pain meds. I stumbled into the house and could hear laughter coming from the living room. I was surprised to find Loomis and Emmy on the couch, watching TV.

“Hi mommy!” Emmy laughed when she realized I was in the doorway. Loomis looked over with a small grin on his face that was a rare expression to see on him.

“How was the hospital?” he asked.

“The cut looked worse than it actually was, I should have the stitches out by next week,” I explained, “What are you both doing here? Emmy walks to Laurie’s house after school,”

“Well both you and Laurie seemed to have forgotten Emmy had a half-day of school. I went to check on Laurie and she said she had a dentist appointment to get to so I volunteered to watch over Emmy,”

“I’m glad because I would have been bored in that dentist’s office,” Emmy muttered before letting out a squealing laugh at the television. It was then I realized it was a home video of both Michael and I when we were little.

“Emmy had a large box in her closet and insisted we watch some,” I could tell from his sudden change in expression and voice that he was just as suspicious as to how they got into her closet. I shrugged before looking at Emmy for an explanation.

“I found them in the attic a few days ago but the box was too heavy for me to carry so I asked Michael to bring it down for me. I kept it in my closet where you couldn’t find them,” Loomis and I shared a look but I only shrugged like Emmy had earlier. That hadn’t surprised me at all. What did surprise me was that Loomis hadn’t gone on a manhunt around the house for our resident serial killer, but I deduced that it was probably because Emmy was there.  

On the TV, the six year old me squealed as a nine year old Michael turned the hose he was holding to soak me. I remembered that day; it was one of the hottest summers Haddonfield had ever seen and the Myers’ air conditioning had broken the week before. Deborah had decided it would be a fun idea to set up a kiddie pool for Boo and give a bored Michael and I the task of washing the car. Why she entrusted a hose with a hair trigger to her disturbed nine year old son, I would never know, but the moment she saw the chaos brewing, she got the video camera.

“If you had shown me this video just before I met Michael for the first time, I wouldn’t have believed it was the same child,” I hadn’t realized Loomis had gotten up and was standing beside me.  I gave a rueful smile.

“He was more a trickster back then,” I said softly. We stood in silence for a few minutes, watching the rest of the video up to the end when Michael slipped on the wet grass and landed in the pool beside Boo who began to shriek happily and splash him. The image cut out as Deborah when to help him and soon the screen was black.

“Emmy, did you do your homework?” I asked. She hesitated a moment before letting out a loud huff and walked up to her room, grabbing her backpack along the way. I chuckled and turned back to Loomis who was putting his jacket on.