The True Story of Emily Lockwood / g. karim

𝟚𝟝. 𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕪𝕖

~ / Episode Eight - Part Two \ ~

"therefore i am"

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--"Emily?" she asked meekly, her fear radiating cold and relentlessly into the girl. Behind Pamela, Lucy smiled. 

"Correct!" she said with forced sweetness. "now, why don't you give me the knife and we have ourselves a little chat?" Pamela didn't move. Emily grit her teeth. 

"No, I don't think so." the older woman said. "I think that I'll kill Miss Carlyle if you threaten me again." 

"That wasn't a threat, love. That was a promise." Pamela shuddered at Emily's words.

"Enough!" Lucy cried out. "Leave them both alone, Miss Joplin. If anyone's looking in that mirror, it's me." 

"No!" Emily shouted. 

"No way!" George seconded. 

"It has to be me," Lucy said, shaking her head sadly. "'Cause this is something else. This is historic, and for that, you need the best talent in the room. The best since Marissa Fittes. I can talk with Type Threes. Commune with the other side."

"Anthony would never forgive you!" Emily said, hand wavering as it held the knife against Joplin. 

That was her one mistake. 

She must have known the girl was second-guessing everything, because the woman spun around, and the knife swung its way toward Emily's face. 

The girl bent back, like she was playing limbo, as the blade narrowly missed her face. Pamela misjudged the distance, and her arm went smashing into the pillar beside her. Emily dropped her blade and held the woman's right hand against the pillar. 

Pamela winced and then cried out, when Emily delivered a quick punch to her side. With that, she crumpled to her knees. 

The silver blade on the ground was her next target, and Emily watched in slow-motion as the pale hand snatched it up and drove it into her calf. 

The girl didn't feel anything at first, just a sort of pressure in her lower leg. Then, she heard George screaming. It was only then, that the searing pain raced up her leg. She'd never been stabbed before, and those few seconds made her realize it wasn't going to be on her bucket list to get stabbed again.

But Pamela was still on the ground, and Emily cried out in agony before stumbling back, feeling the warmth of her blood seep into her sock. Even the other woman seemed a little shocked that she'd stabbed a child, but that didn't stop her. 

She rose to her feet, and stood over Emily. "Stupid girl," she spat, stepping around her. Lucy stood motionless, as if she couldn't believe the sight before her eyes. Emily groaned, and the light glinted off her father's knife in Joplin's hand. 

That only made her angrier, and she wailed at the blinding pain that rose up again when she tried to stand. Joplin had crossed and was heading towards George, who whimpered incoherently. 

"Emily! No!" He cried out, and Pamela whirled as the girl stumbled forward. She knew the adrenaline was beginning to kick in, so she wasn't feeling much pain, but the muscle damage was already done. 

Before Emily could make it any closer, Pamela used the bloody silver knife - her knife - and pointed it at George, who whimpered. 

"Don't take another step, Miss Lockwood." She instructed. "I'll kill him. That's not a threat, that's a promise." Emily froze. Looked at George's face, back to the psycho's.