Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Two

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

Chapter Two

 When I woke up the next morning, I felt as though I had been run over by a fleet of trucks. My muscles were stiff and my bones were aching terribly. Forcing myself out of the bed, I was careful not to wake Emmy as I wobbled to the bathroom, thankful the room had a connection to the main one.

Looking at my reflection, I finally saw what a mess I truly was. My hair was a nest of knots and dried blood that also seemed to cake the rest of my body. The side of my face was bruised and swollen from the punches and the parts of my skin that were exposed were dark shades of purple. I needed to clean myself up, but chances were the water in the place had been shut off years ago. It had crossed my mind to run down the street to see if the water still worked in my old house, but I couldn’t risk someone seeing me in such a state. That would make a wonderful first impression after such a long absence.

Brushing my fingers through my hair, I tried to untangle the knots as best I could. Whatever dried blood remained seemed to blend in with my dark tresses. My face was another story; the speckles that played along my features would need water to come off, as well as the red staining my hands.

“Good morning, Kat!” I spun around and saw Emmy in the doorway, looking cheerful and as if the events the night before had never transpired. In her arms was a bottle of water and an old washcloth.

“Where did you get those?”

“They were on the nightstand when I woke up,” she shrugged before handing the items to me, “Here, you look like you need them more than I do,”

“I’m gonna ignore that,” I muttered, wetting the washcloth and gliding it over my face, successfully getting the blood off. I continued to clean myself, watching the dark red leave my tanned skin, before running the washcloth through my hair and catching a majority of the bloody clumps.

“Can I go explore?” I heard Emmy ask from her seat on the bathtub ledge.

“No,” I answered almost immediately. The last thing I needed was for her to find any of the bodies. I would need to find a way to shield her from the carnage when we left. Looking at my clothes, which stood out against my now clean skin, I sighed knowing that it would be next to impossible to hide the stains. Suddenly feeling defeated, I began to leave the room with Emmy at my heels.

“We’ll leave as soon as I’m sure no one will-,” I stopped in my tracks as I saw the bed. Laying on top the covers was my black trench coat. It was my favorite and because of the length, nearly reaching my ankles, my aunt used to joke that I looked like a character out of an old detective movie. But, what was it doing on the bed? I had left it on my bed back at the motel with all our other stuff.

“I didn’t know you brought your coat!” I heard Emmy exclaim.

“I didn’t,” A chill ran down my spine as I picked up the article of clothing and glanced around the room; first, the water and washcloth, not the coat. A small smile appeared on my lips at the thought of Michael possibly leaving them, but I quickly returned to reality. For all I knew, it wasn’t Michael I’d seen last night; he could still be locked up in the sanitarium. The idea of another masked man lurking around made me feel uneasy. Again I shook my head, now was not the time to think about such things. Slipping the black fabric over my clothes, I fastened it closed. It covered all the blood except for my ankles and shoes. Running back into the bathroom, I had enough water left to scrub my sneakers to look suitable for the time being. The blood on my jeans had stained into the fabric to look like part of the stitching, as least far away. I could get away with this.