Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Twenty-One

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

 

AN: This chapter was dedicated to a very good friend of mine on fanfiction, morbidking06,  for his birthday last year.

 

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.