Emily I'm Sorry; Yellowjackets

twenty-two

(Emily, I'm Sorry)
ACT ONE — CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

1996

Emily watched the animal in front of them, Natalie lying beside her, gun in hand. Moments passed by and the animal gnawed on the vegetation around it, Natalie exhaled as she pulled the trigger. 

Nothing happened however, an empty-sounding click passing through the air, she quickly checked the gun's chamber, finding it empty. Travis chuckled from the other side of Natalie. 

"You cheater!" she exclaimed, and Emily held back a small laugh as Travis held up the bullet, making it 'disappear' seconds later.

Natalie rolled her eyes, "Oh my god. Are you seriously doing magic right now?" she sat upright, shaking her head, "You do know that girls are not into that right?"

"Wait," he paused, and Emily's smile started to drop catching on exactly where he might be going with this.

"Are you saying when I wasn't doing magic, you were into it?"

Natalie didn't even have time to respond, Emily faking a gag beside her, "That's actually revolting."

A small teasing smile flashed across Natalie's face, "Jensen over here makes a fantastic point. You don't stand a chance with any of us."

In the corner of her eye Emily spotted something...or rather someone, she could feel her chest constraining against the weight of the air around her. Natalie and Travis were still speaking but Emily could barely make out their words. They just sounded so far away. 

She knew it wasn't real, but the image still didn't fade away, the nineteen-year-old still stood there, staring at her.

The blood on his left temple was impossible to miss, Emily could almost feel his hands brushing against her cheek.

She squeezed her eyes shut, promising herself that it wasn't real, but still it wouldn't stop. 

That was until Natalie's voice came back into focus, "Emily? Em?"

Emily shook her head, still discombobulated, "Yeah?"

"Are you okay? We lost you there for a minute," she whispered gently, and Emily nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Give me that, I'm going to show you both how it's done. I don't fucking lose."

Concern lingered on Natalie's face, just underneath the small smile she forced, as she handed Emily the weapon, "Don't get too cocky, Em. I don't fucking lose, either."

Emily glanced up at the ceiling above her, listening to the muffled voices of the other girls participating in the seance. She lightly sketched one of the unique trees she'd spotted in the forest just a few hours earlier. 

"You're not partaking in all of that?" 

The blonde looked over her shoulder at Taissa, "Nope, as I told Nat, I don't fuck with ghosts, and they don't fuck with me."

 "Make that two of us." Taissa chuckled drly, "It's creepy and weird,"

Laura Lee reached over the table, for a pamphlet that Emily hadn't noticed before, and Taissa's movements paused for a few seconds.

"What's that?" Emily asked, motioning at the paper book, Laura Lee gave her a small shrug, "Just some light reading..."

"Light reading?" Taissa scoffed, "If you're seriously thinking about flying that thing, then you're even crazier than those idiots upstairs."