Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Twelve

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

Chapter Twelve

To say Michael was angry would be an understatement; he was livid. Beyond that even. The sounds of nighttime surrounded him as he angrily stalked down the streets of Haddonfield, hidden amongst the shadows.

His mind kept replaying the scene in the hospital room; how Kat had screamed at him to leave and never come near her or Emmy again. She even denied taking back her dagger, the one he had given her; the only connection left between them from their past.

He hadn’t missed the quiver in her lip when she told him she never wanted to see the dagger again, and he certainly hadn’t missed the way her eyes filled with tears throughout their exchange or the way her voice cracked the more she insisted he leave. Unbeknownst to Kat, he had lingered outside her hospital window for a few minutes after she assumed he had left. A strange, almost constricting feeling formed in his chest when he watched her bury her face into her hands and begin to sob miserably.

And it was his fault.

His mind took him back to Halloween when he had gone to the diner Kat worked at. He had grown tired of her never being afraid of him and remembered once when they were kids she had nearly shattered his eardrums when she saw a dead animal carcass and screamed bloody murder. Then he remembered that one of the neighborhood kids had buried their pet earlier that day; a guinea pig. It seemed like the perfect thing at the time.  

But instead of fear, he had received anger that rivaled his own. All he could see was red as he followed her back into the diner and blocked her from leaving. She glared at him and demanded he move; more of that bravery he couldn’t decide whether to hate or admire. He finally found a falter in her when he stepped forward and she immediately backed away, taking out her dagger. That was when he lunged.

He had victims fight back before, desperately trying to save their feeble lives, but he always found it bothersome on his part. But with Kat, he found himself purposely missing opportunities to take her down, prolonging their struggle. He hated to admit it, but he was enjoying himself in their fight.

She had remembered everything he had taught her all those years ago and she even picked up a few new things of her own. But it all ended too soon when he knocked the dagger from her hand and it slid across the room. Making sure his knife was turned in a way so not to hurt her, he gripped her upper arms and yanked her body towards his. He stared into her mismatched eyes, silently challenging her; to what, he didn’t know.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by him about the position they were in; it was the same one they were in seven years ago, and it led to things that he tried hard to forget. Then, she whispered his name, her voice sounding different than it did on normal days. He leaned forward, silently demanding to know what she wanted to say; one of his many mistakes that night.

His entire body tensed when Kat leaned forward and kissed him through his mask. Despite the barrier, he could still feel the heat from her lips and the pressure of them against his own. This was the exact opposite of what he wanted to happen!

When he felt her begin to pull away, even he couldn’t explain what led him to kissing her back from his side of the mask. She made a noise of surprise before mirroring his actions by gripping his upper arms and continued to return the kiss. It was bringing up more memories that he had fought to forget. Memories like those nights in the asylum.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he shoved her away, forgetting that he was still holding his knife until he saw the red begin to stain Kat’s top. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked between her wound and the blood that dripped from his knife. He finally got to see the terror in her eyes that he had been desperate to get since she moved back to Haddonfield.