- You made him manipulated that prison doc - Bellick stated. I turned and looked at him. - Another victim to your lil game, 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, - he hummed, using the name they would call me. - who will be your next victim?
- Shut the hell up - i barked at him. - don't ever use that name.
- what does it mean anyways? Are the rumours true? - Bellick hummed.
- what rumours? - i asked him.
- that you killed people with knives that were coated in fire - he said and i swallowed. How did he knew this? - so it is true.
I instantly went for his throat, hands clasping it as i yelled, - Shut the fuck up! - my hands held it, as I slowly choked him.
Michael grabbed me by the arm, pulling me but i wouldn't budge. - I'm not who you think I am. I am not a cold hearted killer. I am a person, - she whispered. - I just want a normal life.
Lincoln grabbed me this time, pulling me off.
- Let's go, - Michael said, arm wrapping
around my back and pulling me closer to him. His hand came out, tucking behind my neck as he guided my forehead to his lips. - I love you, Emma - i nodded, but stayed silent, pulling away from him.
Michael turned to Nika. - Can we at least take you into town? - he asked.
- No, - she shook her head. - If I'm seen with you, it's a lot of trouble for me. I can walk. Its only a mile, - she said with a smile.
- We never would have made it this far without you, - Michael said, with gratitude in his voice.
- Now you're crossing the border without me, - Nika replied, hoping for a invitation.
- You can't go where we're going. It's not a life for you, - Michael stated.
Nika looked to the floor, scoffing lightly. - Then that's it then, - she mumbled, sadly.
- It's over for good. Thank you, - Michael said giving her a hug.
- Be safe. Good luck. - I watched as Nika walked over to Lincoln, bringing him into a hug. My arm shot out, rubbing Michael's back as i stood behind him.
Nika's hand lowered in the hug and grasped for the gun before stepping back.
I dropped her hand and groaned. - Nika, - I said, taking a step forward, - hand me the gun.
- I loved you, Michael, - Nika began. - And I thought I was gonna get that back, but you just used me. - The gun was pointed to Michael.
- That's not true, - he mumbled.
- I deserve more than this. I deserve more than just being the girl that you call when you need something. I deserve to be picked over some murderer you call your girlfriend.
- You really think you're going to find the money in Utah? - Lincoln asked.
- I don't care about the money in Utah! - she screamed, pointing the gun on the three of us. - I don't want any more crime. I turn you in, I get $300,000. Legal money. - She walked over to get the phone. - You're the policeman's problem now.
- Nika, - Michael warned.
- Don't come any closer or I'll shoot you! - she yelled, voice filled with passion.
- No, you won't, - Lincoln piped up, taking out the round that was needed.
It was useless without it and i started the laugh and Nika wasn't impressed. - Shut up, bitch! - she yelled.
- or what? You're gonna shoot me? - i smirked at her. She looked defeated as Michael took the gun and phone from her and walked away.
Michael stared at her, disappointed. - Good luck to you, - he mumbled.
I walked away, going into the car and sitting in the back, watching as Michael came and sat in the front. Then they drove off, leaving Nika behind. The car hummed softly as it cruised down the desolate highway, the stars stretching endlessly above them. The roads were quiet, just the occasional flicker of headlights passing by, and the air inside the vehicle was thick with exhaustion.
I was curled up in the backseat, fast asleep, her face turned toward the window, illuminated by the faint glow of the passing streetlights.
Lincoln sat behind the while, his eyes focused on the road head. While Michael sat in the passenger seat, glancing back at Emma so often. Lincoln studied her a moment through the rear view mirror before shifting his gaze to Michael who was looking back at her.
- She'd been out for a while, - Lincoln
commented, keeping his voice low.
Michael glanced briefly behind him, his
eyes softening as they land on Emma. - She needs it. She hasn't had much rest lately.
