Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Twenty-Four

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in any way =(. But I DO own Katarzyna “Kat”, Emelyn “Emmy” and my other OCs.

PLEASE READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As a quick recap from my last note, I just wanted to say that “Hearts and Daggers” will be coming to an end soon unfortunately. I’m not sure when cause there is a lot I want to still happen and fear not, there may just be a sequel ;)

Also, I had to do some math with this chapter because it mentions a date from Kat and Michael’s childhood. Since I was going off the remake, the year Michael killed Judith was Halloween 1992 (so much later than the original Halloween timeline) in case anyone had any questions about it later on.

Onwards with the story!!!!

 

Chapter 24

RECAP:

Now, I stood in front of the old door, feeling my heart beat heavily in my chest while my stomach did somersaults. If Michael was down there, this would be the first time I would have seen him in over a year. Would he be the same as he was before he “died” or did he turn back into the cold, ruthless killer I had met when I first moved back to Haddonfield?

There was only one way to find out.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open…

//oo//

Stagnant air hit my face the moment the door was open and I was met with the dark stairway. I moved to hit the light switch, breathing a sigh of relief when the warm yellow light, illuminated my path. Just as I touched the first step, however, I heard a faint crackle before the light flickered and I was once again thrust into darkness.

Just my luck.

Returning to the kitchen, I rummaged through the drawers until I found a working flashlight; Michael and Emmy may have had impeccable night vision, but I didn’t and the last thing I needed was to break my ankle from falling down the dark basement stairs.

“Let’s try this again,” I muttered and flicked on the switch. The flashlight wasn’t the brightest but it provided just enough light for me to navigate my way down, unharmed. The stairs creaked under my weight as the air seemed to slowly grow colder, goosebumps forming on my arms. I fought the shivers that were running down my spine, focusing all my attention on the sounds around me, hoping that Michael would slip up and reveal his presence.

I could feel the cold concrete through my shoe as I stepped off the last stair and took in the dark room. I would often daydream about how Michael would have turned such a dreary place into a bedroom, but something told me he would keep it the way it was, save for maybe a carpet.

The space was empty except for a few storage containers and the heater and sump pump that were hidden within the little nook in the back corner of the basement. Taking a deep breath, I slowly began to sweep the room with the flashlight, only pausing before the mattress came into view, trying to prepare myself for anything. But when I moved the flashlight to brighten the last bit of the basement, there was nothing there.

I was alone.

I couldn’t help but let a pit of disappointment fill my stomach as my heart dropped slightly. He had to be here, he had to be alive. He destroyed the house to get my attention, left me a note basically telling me where he was. Maybe he wasn’t the Michael he was before the incident. Maybe he did revert back to his old ways, which included avoiding me in a cat and mouse game.