Emma

Chapter 15

"Well I will let you two talk. I have to go check on some things, the Headmistress said a little awkwardly.  The silence between Emma and Celia was eerie, uncomfortable, and a little terrifying. But the Headmistress was intrigued all the same.

"That's fine. Thank you," Celia said without turning around in her seat. The Headmistess stood from her chair and exited swiftly. "I'll come back to check on you both."

"Why the hell are you here?" Emma asked as soon as the door closed and muffled clacks of heels walked away.

"Now, now, let's not use that language, little girl. I'm simply here because I wanted to see if Penelope did what I asked," Celia stated. She stood and turned the chair around so that it was facing Emma completely, then sat back down.

"And what could that be?" Emma asked, not moving.

"Oh, you know, this and that. But I was really hoping to get a call from the school."

Emma growled from frustration. "Shut up you old bitch and give me some amswers. I want to know why you're here." Celia started to murmur a lullaby. They stared at each other for a long while until Celia finally talked again.

"So ... how has it been killing people? How many is it you've murdered now? Five? Six? Who was the last one?" Celia asked.

"None of your business"

"Oh come on and tell dear mommy," Celia said with a fake pouty face.

"Hm."

Emma's mouth began to grow into a smile. The damned beast was clawing at her from the inside. When Celia had started to mention how many people she had killed, she wanted to feel guilty. It would be better than what she felt right now. Because right now she felt a burning sensation coursing through her. It was red, hot, and enflamed, like an infectuous rash that'll never go away. In her mind Emma was thinking about how she never felt this monster before. Every other time is was a raw, scratching heat that ate her till she gave in. But it wasn't raw and scratching now, it was as if it was giving her strength and encouragement instead of telling her what to do. Emma came to the conclusion that Celia was her main source. That if she vanquished this person, she would never have to feel this madness in her again. She could be normal. And that's what she wanted.
"I'll tell you what I did with Penelope. Your precious pawn Penelope."

Celia looked at her a little startled because as Emma was having these internal conflicts, she had put her head down so that her hair was covering most of her face, except her mouth - which was smiling a terrifying smile. "Go on," Celia said.

"I was with my colleague who helps me with stuff like this. And I saw that Penelope had found me out. So I had to get rid of her. It was so easy. All I had to do was stab her a couple of times and she was dead. But my colleague was shaken up, I'll tell you that much." Her smile grew bigger, and she laughed a high, uneasy laugh, then continued. "I got rid of her body and my partner cleaned up after me. He worships the ground I walk on. Mostly because he agrees with what I do, even if I don't."

"Looks like you finally found a man. I'm so proud," Celia said in tone that said otherwise. Celia dare not use an unsteady voice or tone because she didn't want to give away her emotions. "What's his name?"

"Austin."

"And does Austin treat you like a woman or a pawn?"

"He thinks he's controlling me, but that's not the case. I'm controlling him. He's too stupid to realise it."

"Looks like me and Robert taught you well," Celia said. She hadn't moved from her seat. But Emma lifter her head as if it were too heavy, and rolled it to the left.

"Do you know what Robert did to me and every other foster girl you had? He raped us all. Behind your back because he doesn't want you. He's a filthy pervert that'll rot in Hell. He took pictures. I always thought "why me?", but then I realised I wasn't the only one."

"I know. And he's going to pay for it as soon as I get rid of you."

Emma looked around the room to see what she could use as a weapon. There were a pair of scissors on the desk, a couple of feet away from Celia. Emma walked toward her, lifting her head. She approached Celia like a cat coming directly toward her, not giving away the fact that she was going to get the scissors.

Celia sat with her legs crossed on the mahogany chair with her hands folded in her lap. She wore a typical "mom" outfit. Her expression was calm, not the slightest bit of doubt she might lose in this mental battle between who would murder who. But this was not the case. On the inside Celia was a nervous wreck. She should have implanted more fear in the girl before sending her off to school. She should have kept a watchful eye on Robert. She should have done a lot of things. But that wouldn't help now. Celia knew Emma was planning something in her crazy head and it would only be a matter of time before Emma struck. And won.

"I just want you to know, dear daughter, that I asked Penelope to kill you because of Robert." Emma paused at that statement. "I saw the pictures and I realised the only way to stop him from thinking about you, was to get rid of you. I mean," Celia stopped to give a haughty laugh, "all I would have to tell him is that there was a killing spree and you were murdered."

"You're stupid, you know that? Killing me wouldn't make him stop raping every other foster girl you got," Emma retorted in a very teenage girl of a girl tone. Celia chuckled.

"No ... you're right. Killing you would only bring me satisfaction. Killing him afterwards would take you out of his mind permanetaly."

"True." Emma advanced again. If she got close enough to Celia, she could lean behind her and grab the scissors out of the supply holder they were in. But she didn't know if Celia would let her get that close. She was going to try. She walked farther to Celia, leaned over her, and reached her hand to the holder. "You're going to learn," she said, reapeting half of the statement Celia said to her way back when. She grasped the scissors. Emma took a step back.

Celia was looking at her with complete fear. She finally broke. Celia couldn't see anything else in the room that could be used as a weapon. Emma took her chance. She plunged the scissors into Celia's neck. Celia's eyes were wide and unseeing, staring at part of the ceiling behind Emma.
Emma retreated the scissors. That was all she needed to be satisfied.