The True Story of Emily Lockwood / g. karim

𝟙𝟛. ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖

~ / Episode Three - Part Three \ ~

"psycho killer"

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--When the dust settled, and the air cleared, Emily's ears rung viciously - due to the blast. She felt someone shaking her arm, and Lucy's voice - muffled - drifted towards her, and Emily felt with a jolt, her friend's panic. 

"I'm not dead," Emily groaned, cracking open her eyes painfully, to look at her friend. She smiled with relief. 

"Oh, thank God," she muttered, as Emily coughed to expel ancient dust from her lungs. 

"Anthony? George?" Emily asked, voice hoarse. Lucy stood immediately, and stumbled over to Anthony, who was propped up, looking worse for wear, against a stone pillar. Emily's heart lurched, but she knew her brother was safe in Luce's care. 

"George," Emily coughed some more, crawling on her hands and knees towards the boy, whose dark hair was littered with dust and bits of rubble. He looked like he'd just laid down for a bit of a nap, not knocked unconscious from a rather large explosion. 

"Wake up," her vision got blurry as he failed to open his eyes and gaze at her in the way she adored - the way that made her feel loved. "please, wake up!" She could hear Lucy rousing her brother, who was alive - and still the same prick that she loved. 

Emily grabbed the boy's jacket, shaking him. "George!" She called his name once, then slapped his cheek firmly. 

"Ugh," he groaned, blinking a few times until his eyes felt less grainy, Emily assumed. A dam within her opened, and she felt warm tears on her face. "Emmy?" he asked, confused. The girl laughed tearfully, and crushed him into a hug.

"Oh, thank God you're not dead," Emily sniffled, running her hand through his hair. He grabbed her forearms gently, and pulled back. 

"I guess this means you're not mad at me, anymore?" George asked slyly, peering at her from behind his glasses. Emily laughed, and it rang off the stone walls. 

"No, you beautiful, adorable idiot," she dismissed, and crushed him into another hug. He wrapped his arms around her, his fingers twining into her hair that had come out of its braid. 

"I can't breathe," he coughed, and she pulled back hastily. He was looking at her with a grin, that she returned - however tiredly. 

"Everyone's okay?" Lucy asked, bursting the bubble that had seemed to encapsulate the two of them. 

"We're great," George chuckled, his eyes crinkling with his smile. Emily rubbed her nose on her torn sleeve, and made her way over to her brother. 

"I've been an idiot," he coughed weakly. Emily panicked, searching him for wounds. He appeared to be fine - physically. "I should never have brought us here." With a groan, he reached into the pocket of his large overcoat, bringing out a picture. 

Emily noticed wryly, that he gazed at Lucy - and she at him - the entire time he spoke. As if Emily didn't exist. She would have been annoyed at fading into the background, but the way they looked at each other made her hold her tongue.