Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Twenty-Nine

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Halloween franchise in any way. However I DO own the original characters of Katarzyna "Kat", Emelyn "Emmy", Cara and her family. I only own/take credit for the plot of Hearts and Daggers.

AN: Hey everyone! Sorry this was another long wait! Once I finished this semester and got home, things got really crazy with multiple family things and then I needed to get things done for school in the fall. On top of hitting so many brick walls creatively with this chapter, I am so sorry, it's coming so late!

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Onwards with the story!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Emelyn "Emmy"

Wiping my hand on the front of my hoodie, I turned and continued down the narrow hallway until I finally came to the door to the boiler room. Suddenly my palms grew sweaty as I pulled the knife out of my pocket and gripped it as I pushed the door open with all my strength. The loud screeching of the metal echoed throughout the corridor. I pushed a large block of wood into the doorjamb to keep the door propped before walking into the too hot room. It looked completely empty, but the slight sound of scuffling told me otherwise.

"Michael," I called, "I know you're in here,"

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Emelyn "Emmy"

I shifted my weight from foot to foot as the silence stretched on. I began to grow uncomfortable at the thought that perhaps it wasn't Michael I heard. More noises sounded and I took a shaky breath, trying to calm down.

"It's probably just a rat," I thought to myself, "Don't start getting scared now,"

"Michael?" I called out again and this time there was a sharp BANG around one of the corners as a shadow appeared. Almost instantly I realized the shadow was too small to be Michael's...someone else was down here. I quickly pulled the knife from my hoodie, prepared for a fight as the figure began to round the corner.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" A rough voice yelled. I immediately froze when I recognized the man as one of the late night janitors; Mr. Steel. He had been working at the school ever since Michael and my mom were students and had a reputation for being nearly hostile towards others. Rumor had it the only reason he kept his job was because he and the principal were good friends; the only person he showed some sort of kindness towards.

I gripped the knife and hid it behind my back, thankful he hadn't noticed it as he continued to advance. He was in his mid-fifties with grey hair and a lanky body that was apparently much stronger than everyone gave him credit for.

"Well?" he snarled.

I stammered for a few moments before answering, "What are you doing here? It's past midnight,"

"That is none of your business!" his face grew impossibly red and instead of answering he lunged at me. I swung the knife around, prepared to strike when a new voice echoed through the room.