Hearts and Daggers

Chapter One

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

Chapter One

(Seven years later)

 Kat=25
Michael=28

 My breath came out in pants as I ran alongside my younger cousin. I could barely hear our pursuers’ footsteps anymore, but I knew they would catch up; revenge was a powerful thing. They followed us from California all the way to my hometown of Haddonfield, Illinois; a foot chase was nothing.

“Kat, where are we going?” Emmy panted out. I grabbed my cousin’s wrist and crossed the street, not answering her. Not much had changed in the seven years I’d been gone, which wasn’t much of a surprise. We stopped at an abandoned, white house that time had not been too kind to; the Myers’ house. It had always been a second home to me and right now, it was our only safe place.

“There you are!” I turned and saw our pursuers quickly gaining on us, the four of them huddled together. Making sure Emmy was still at my side, we ran to the front door and pushed our way in. Slamming the door, I began barricading it with any piece of old furniture I could find.

“Emelyn, go hide!” I commanded and watched the little girl run up the decaying stairs. Suddenly, I could hear them banging on the door, trying to break it down.

“Let us in, Kat!” one shouted.

“You’ll pay for nearly killing Derek!” another yelled. The old furniture couldn’t hold out as the door busted open. As they approached, I pulled out the dagger I kept sheathed in my waistband.

“I was defending myself! The moment I refused his advances, he tried to kill me! It wasn’t like I could go back to my aunt’s because she was dead,” I said evenly, trying to keep my anger in check. It only took my father dying for me to finally get out of dodge with Emmy because I was the sole beneficiary for any inheritance he left behind. 

“He’s still breathing! He should consider himself lucky!” I continued as they surrounded me, ready to pounce.

“Artie, go find the kid,” Artie nodded and made for the stairs. I went to chase after him when someone wrapped their arms around my waist and hoisted me into the air. They were stupid enough to leave my arms free, giving me the perfect opportunity to strike. I thrusted the dagger into the guy’s side, just below his ribs. Screaming, he dropped me and fell. Writhing in pain, he held the wound and screwed his eyes shut. Without pausing, I stabbed him in the chest three more times and watched his body go limp. One down, three to go.

//oo//

(Emelyn “Emmy”)

Her short legs were growing tired as Emmy ran down the hallway, away from the man after her. Turning the corner, she faintly heard a creak before the floor under her gave away. She let out a shrill scream as she grabbed the edge of the newly formed hole, tears pricking at her eyes. The sound of footsteps were heard and the man who was chasing her, appeared.

“Found you,” he growled, menacingly, as he reached down for her. But, before he could, Emmy saw a shadow appear and pull the man back. There was a scream followed by an eerie silence. Then, the figure appeared again; it was a man, the tallest one she had ever seen, wearing a white mask and holding a large, bloody knife.

“Help,” she whimpered, feeling her grip slipping. The man looked at her and cocked his head to the side. It felt like an eternity had passed for Emmy, before he knelt down and grabbed the back of her collar, pulling her up. He stood to his full height and Emmy noticed she barely reached his hip.