Emma

Chapter 16

Emma had nothing to lose at this point. She had finally killed one of the three people that had turned her into a monster. And now all she felt was sheer panic and power. Power at the fact she had done it and panic at the fact she didn't know what to do next. She couldn't simply drag the body out of the office because it'll make a mess - and people would see. So Emma decided to roll her foster mom's lifeless body under the desk of the Headmistress. By this time her hands were covered in a thin layer of blood.

She walked out of the office and immedietaly walked over to the classroom Austin was in. She opened the door and stuck her head in, making sure nobody saw her hands. The teacher looked over to her expectantly.

"The Headmistress would like Austin to join me in her office." The teacher nodded once and Austin rose from his seat, taking his backpack with him. They walked into the hallway. They headed down into the main entrance office and out the door. There was a substitute receptionist in place of Penelope because no one was able to find out where she went. And he was too busy on his phone to notice people walking out.

"Where are we going?" Austin asked.

"To find my dear old mother," was the reply. Austin looked down at Emma's hands and saw they were covered in blood. He continued with the question, "What happened in the office?"

"My foster mom came to visit me. She had had Penelope watch me and wait to kill me. So when the Headmistress left the room, I killed her. It felt good," Emma said. A smile was slowly growing on her face. "So I figured since that felt good, I wonder how good it'll feel to kill the main woman who started it all."

Austin was staring at her with an odd expression. "I've never been more attracted to you."

"Shut up, pawn."

"Okay, but let me ask you this - how are we going to get there?"

"With Celia's car," Emma said. She had snagged the car keys from Celia's shirt pocket.

They got into the car, Emma driving. Emma drove to the last place she could remember being. And that was the Child Services building. So they drove up on the empty road until they hit the first city. They drove around until they found it. They obviously weren't going to go in there, but at least Emma knew where she was. She tried to remember her mom's old apartment. She knew it was somewhere downtown. So that's where they drove.

They parked in a parking garge and walked around asking people where they could find the building. Someone actually knew. They got the directions and walked there.

The building was unsightly, but exactly how Emma remembered it. Gross and rundown. She walked into the office building. Emma held her hands inside her pockets, so as not to seem suspicious.

"How may I help you two?" The receptionist asked.

"I used to live here with my mom and I came to pick up some stuff. I just can't remember which apartment building I used to live in," Emma replied, then continued, "So can you see if Racheal Lu is here and which building?"

The receptionist nodded. She tapped some keys on her old computer and nodded again. "Yes, she still lives here. But do you have any ID that can identify that you are her daughter?"

"Yes I do," Emma pulls out her hands from her pocket. Most of the blood has dried away, and only a thin film of it had dried, leaving her hamds slightly red. She reached into her back pocket and took out her student ID card. She slid it over the counter top, barely showing her finger tips. The receptionist didn't notice. And if she did, she didn't care.

"Oh, ok. That's fine. She's in the apartment building 21034."

"Thank you."

They walked out and around the office building to where the actual apartments were. They found it. Emma knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again and still no one answered. So she tried the door. It was open. Austin pushed her aside and walked in.

The livingroom was pretty much the same since Emma remembered it. Mud was still tracked in and the room smelt of mold. The tile in the kitchen was still a brown color rather than white. And the livingroom carpet was stained. They both heard a groggy moan in the other room.

Emma walked into the kitchen and grabbed a butchers knife, used for cutting meat. She walked quietly over to the one bedroom where the moan had escaped from. She opened the creaky door.

She paused and looked at the oh-so-familiar room. Laying on the bed was her drunken mother, half asleep, probably suffering a hangover. Emma walked quickly over. She poised herself over her mother, the knife raised. And she plugged it into her mom's heart. No sounds were made. Austin stood in the doorway, watching the whole thing, feeling satisfied.

Emma walked out of the room and into the kitchen. She ran the water and cleaned the knife and her hands. She hadn't said a word since she talked to the receptionist.

"How do you feel?" Austin asked her as they walked out to the car.

"Happy."

"Really?"

"Yes. Because now since I've murdered the two of the three people that caused me harm, I feel like I can be normal. Like all of the emotions I've never gotten to experience because of all the pain, are coming back in a rush. I took out all the anger I've built up and took it out on them, and it died with them. And that's more satisfying than I could've asked. The monster is going away," Emma said. And those words fit exactly, even if they didn't make sense. "But I'm not going to kill Robert. Not just yet."

"Why?" Austin asked. He was confused. If she wanted to feel completely normal, why didn't she finish the job? 

"Because even though I want to be a regular teenager, I like killing people too much to have it just go away," she said as they sat in the car. She put the key in the ignition.

"Where are we going to go now?" Austin asked.

"What's with all the questions? I don't know the answers to everything." She rolled her eyes. Austin just made a grunt sound. But Emma did know the answer. They would drive to their hearts content and find somewhere to sleep until they got caught.