Rebel on the Run

Chapter 1

Regina couldn't wait to get home, and curl up into her comfy bed after a long day of work. They were no closer to finding the serial killer that's been terrorizing the streets. There was another murder tonight. That made 3 kills this month. The MO is the same, so she knows it's the same person. Yeah, bed sounds perfect right about now, and some hard cider.

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Emma was on a high from her latest kill. So high, in fact, that she forgot where she lived. She ran to the nearest apartment with an open window. She climbed the fire escape, and entered the apartment. She made herself look homeless. She hoped that someone the person who did live there, on the off chance that they come home while she's there, they would throw pity on her. Fuck, they're here. Here goes nothing...

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"Ugh!" Regina is so exhausted she hardly notices her surroundings. Why would she need to? Everyone in the building knows she's a cop. She drops her keys in the bowl in the kitchen and plugs her phone in right next to it. She grabs a clean glass, and pours herself some well deserved cider. After kicking off her shoes, and sitting down on her leather sofa, she turns on the TV. Flipping through the channels absentmindedly. Well I'm sure as hell not watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, she thought to herself. She was always more interested in the Evil Queen than Snow White anyway.

"Hey! I like that movie, go back!"

Regina spits out her drink and drops the glass. Hearing it shatter on the hardwood floor. Reaching instinctively for her gun under the couch. "Who's here," she screams.

"I- I'm sorry. I thought you saw me. I- please don't shoot me."

Regina looked the stranger up and down, taking note on the blonde's appearance. She looks so afraid and malnourished. Maybe she's homeless. "What is it that you're doing here in my apartment," Regina asks, afraid that the woman would try to kill her or something. To be fair, Regina still had the gun pointed at her.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to find somewhere to crash. I don't have anywhere to call home, and I saw your window open over the fire escape. I... I had to try, ya know? Somewhere warm. I understand if you want to kick me out. I get it. Here, let me just do that for you." Emma started walking towards the window. She stopped right when she was about to out, and offered some advice, "you know, It's not safe to leave your window open. There are a lot of dangerous people in New York."

"You- You don't have to leave. You can stay here for the night. Take a shower, eat real food. You look starving. Tomorrow I could help you find a shelter to go to." By the time Regina had finished her statement, her gun was in her back pocket. She would have to find a new hiding spot for that one for the time being.

Emma turned around. "You're letting me stay? Why? I'm a stranger that broke into your house. I could be some serial killer for all you know!"

"That may be, but I'm hoping that if that were true, you would've just killed me when I wasn't paying attention. Now, will you please, get off the windowsill, and come back inside?" Regina holds out her hand to help Emma up.

"Thank you. I really appreciate your hospitality. I'm Emma," shaking Regina's hand in the process. God her hands are so soft. It would be so easy to kill her in her sleep. So simple. So wonderfully satisfying. Duct tape her mouth, tie her to the bed, slowly start dragging the knife up her inner thigh. Then her stomach. Her arms. God those arms. Those legs. I can't harm her. I don't want my blade touching her. I want my hands and my mouth touching her. Emma's thoughts were interrupted by the other woman's voice.

"I'm Regina. Let me show you to the shower." On the way to the shower, Regina grabs a towel. "Here you are," Regina states, handing over the towel. "Please feel free to use whatever." With that, she backs out of the bathroom, and leaves Emma alone.