Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Seven

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

Chapter Seven

 (Michael)

Michael sat in his mother’s old bedroom, now a guest room apparently, listening to the sounds of Kat running around upstairs. He could hear her muffled voice telling Emmy to hurry and dress so they could leave. Soon enough, he heard the little pitter patter of Emmy’s bare feet joining Kat’s movements. About a good twenty-five minutes passed before he heard Kat running down the stairs and moving about, muttering to herself. At one point he heard his name mentioned.

“Damn Michael drugged me, making me sleep in,” she said to no one, “I can not miss my first class again,”

Michael leaned closer to the door to listen to his friend’s rants better; he hadn’t technically drugged her last night. Her tossing and turning had become irritating, making him slip into the bathroom to find the sleeping pills she kept in the cabinet. He was able to leave through Emmy’s room just as Kat entered the bathroom. He got a glass of water from the kitchen and was able to smash the pills up and put them into the drink. He heard the splashing of water as he returned to Kat’s room and placed the glass on the nightstand at the same time she chose to return to her bedroom.

Originally he hadn’t planned on threatening to harm her so soon, but when she accused him of being unable to kill her, he felt a familiar rage build up. He found himself holding her down against the bed as he hovered over her, holding his knife to her neck. Every fiber of his body had been screaming at him to just slice her throat and be done with it all. But, when he looked at her mismatched eyes, he froze. She held no fear in her gaze, just the same emotion that she would hold anytime she visited him in the asylum: curiosity. Frustrated, he pushed himself away from her and handed her the water. At least that would knock her out and leave him be for the time being.

“Emmy! Let’s go! We need to get out of here!” Kat’s shouting broke Michael’s train of thought as he opened the door just enough for him to slide out and enter the dining room that was never used when he was a kid and apparently still had no use now. He walked to the doorway and looked around the corner to see Kat, her back to him as she yelled up the steps. Within seconds, the little girl was bounding down the steps, nearly knocking the older girl over.

“I’m ready,” she huffed.

“Let me grab my bag from the kitchen and your lunch and we are out of here,” with that, Kat disappeared towards the kitchen. Emmy stood in the hallway awkwardly as she looked around. Her gaze fell on him for a moment before looking towards the steps. When she realized what she saw and turned back around, he made sure to have concealed himself out of view.

He turned to walk back to the guest room when the soft sound of shuffling was heard behind him. He turned quickly, his hand flexing on his knife, but found nothing there.

“Hi,” a loud whisper said behind him. He slowly turned and saw Emmy staring up at him with a wide smile. How had she gotten around him? She was small enough to be unseen by anyone else, but he should have easily noticed her.

“How did you get inside the house?” she asked, crossing her arms as he continued to look at her. Oh, there were multiple ways of getting into this house that no one would ever find out.

“Well?” she asked, holding the same curiosity in her eyes as Kat had. These girls were going to be another death of him.

“Emmy! Where’d you go?” Giving him one last look, Emmy waved before returning to Kat in the hallway.