Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Six

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

Chapter Six

Recap:

 (Katarzyna “Kat”)

“Emelyn killed Derek?” Loomis asked, astonished. I looked up at him in shock, not realizing I had let it slip about Emmy. I could fear the tears edging my eyes as I swallowed and nodded.

“They took Derek to the hospital and revived him. Thankfully neighbors had heard us through the walls from start to finish. Emmy was honest about the whole thing even though I was planning to somehow take the blame,” I explained.

 (Emelyn “Emmy”)

It was the man from the house, the night he killed those men hurting Kat. He looked even taller now, wearing a dark green mechanic-looking suit and a white mask on his face that looked aged from the years. She looked up at his eyes and even though she couldn’t see that well from her short height, she could make out that they were a mix of blue and maybe black. In his hand was a large knife that was stained in dry blood.

“Hi,” her voice was small as she looked at him. He didn’t move, only turn his head to the side, “You’re Michael right?”

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Present Time:

(Emelyn “Emmy”) 

Emmy watched as the man continued to stare at her. She remembered Kat telling her about how Michael stopped talking when he was sent away. She said that they communicated through notes.

She quickly rifled through her bag for a moment to pull out a pen and her glittery, yellow notebook, before walking towards the man. He didn’t move an inch, only studied her every move. When she was close enough she held out the notebook.

“I’m Emelyn,” she said, “But everyone calls me Emmy. I like it better,” She opened her notebook and handed it to him with her pen on top of it, expecting him to take it. He didn’t, instead only stared. From the corner of her eye, she saw his grip on the knife tighten for a moment, before loosening again. A few moments passed before he tucked the blade away in his waistband.

But, he still didn’t take the notebook. Slowly, she pulled it back and clutched it to her chest, feeling stupid for thinking he would accept it. She bit her lip out of nervousness and shifted her weight on her feet.

“Kat talks about you a lot,” she continued, looking up at him. He turned his head to the side again, “She used to tell me all the stories about how you two always hung out. Sometimes she says your name in her sleep,”

She began to think he was a statue. Actually, she would have believed he was a dead if he weren’t standing up or for the subtle movements of his chest rising and falling. Emmy bit her lip again, trying to think of something. Would he open up if she talked about something he knew? She began to think back to the stories she heard.

“You know, I like Halloween too,” she smiled, “My favorite thing to do is carving pumpkins. But, I was never allowed to use the knives; Kat says this year, maybe I can help her cut them,”

“I think this year I’m going to be a witch. Last year, I was a ghost,” she continued, “I scared Kat really good! Normally she is fearless and no one can get her, but I did! I hid in the linen closet in the bathroom and waited for Kat to get into the shower. Then, when she least expected it, I jumped behind her and yelled. She screamed really loud before she realized it was me,”