Emma

Chapter 2

    Emma couldn't focus on her classes. Her mind was swamped with idea that she killed someone. She kept waiting for reports of the dead bodies. She did hear that Derrick and Jesse didn't come to any of their classes that day.

    The next day, the Head Mistress gathered an assemble in the Dining Hall. The whole school had to fit in the big room. It didnt seem like it could happen, but everyone managed.

    "All of you are probably wondering why I gathered all of the school here today. The reason is, is that after classes last night, the one of the persons from the Head Board went over to see why Derrick Laden and Jesse Morgan - two of our most exceeding students - decided to skip their classes yesterday. The door had been locked, so the person from the Head Board opened the door and found both boys on the floor - dead," the Head Mistress said. Everyone in the Dining Hall started to murmur and whisper their suprise. The Head Mistress continued, shushing everyone up completely, "The whole Head Board, including me, have come to the conclusion that one of the students at this school was the one to do it."

    Emma wasn't really worried. Sure, she was scared that they might find out that she was the one to do it. But she didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. Emma had always dreamed of the day when she shove a knife through someones throat. Particularly Robert and Celia. She had never known anybody else to be able to have those cruel feelings towards them. But now that she had actually done it - murdered someone, that is - it felt as though she was getting looser. Not phisicllay, but mentally. Her twisted up brain felt like it was getting calmer and looser, and as it did, it hurt even more.

    That usual pounding that hurt so much, just got worse for Emma in that moment. Her brain decided to help ease the worsening pain by filling her hormone systems with pleasure. Pleasure at killing an innocent person. And Emma liked it, she liked every bit of it. But she knew that if she was going to keep killing, they would find her sooner or later.

    After the assembly, the Head Mistress told the school that the Head Board would be checking all the rooms through the coarse of the week. The following day, was Saturday, so Emma had the chance to go shopping. She didn't know a lot about shopping, so she had pursuaded Jade to tag along with her.

    "Why are we here again? Not that I mind, just wondering," The plump, titan-haired Jade asked.

    "I just want to get a couple more night clothes and maybe a toothbrush and hairbrush. I just dont want to have to put you through the trouble of letting me borrow you hairbrush and spare things," the skinny, raven-haired Emma replied with a polite nod towards Jade's direction. They were currently walking down an isle that carried hairbrushes and other things. Emma picked up a hairbrush that had a sturdy wooden handle, and bristles that could easily tug out any knotes . . . or other things. They then walked to a clothing section that held many hip clothes. Right now Emma was wearing what she had been wearing the first day she arrived. "What do you recommend?" Emma asked, scanning the clothes for nothing in particular.

    "Well . . . . it depends on what you need. Do you need daytime wear or nighttime wear?" Jade asked her. Emma pondered this. She only had about 26 dollars that she had taken from the buys room after the assembly. Everything incriminating was taken out of the room, all except for the wallets hidden in the sock drawers.

    "I guess I'll need one daytime outfit . . . and a couple of nightgowns," Emma replied. Jade then searched through the multiple racks and found a purple shirt. Then she searched even more and found a pair of skinny-jeans.

    "The purple top compliments your black hair," Jade said as she handed the things to Emma. "Next on this was night wear." Jade imdicated for Emma to follow her, and headed further into the many racks. There were so many things to choose from. There were nightgowns, pajama pants, pajama tops, slippers, ect. Jade pulled out a light purple nightgown, a baby pink pajama set - pants and top - and a black nightgown that hung down to Emma's ankles. The girls checked out and Emma payed with the stolen money. The girls head back to their dorm room and get ready for bed. And as she lay there waiting for sleep, Emma couldn't help but feel the knife burning its outline into her back from under the matress.

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I sit up in my bed and analyze the room. I hear Jade's soft snoring. She's asleep. I crouch next to my bed and slowly slid my hand under my matress. I feel the cold, rubber handle, and grasp it tightly. Sliding it slowly and quietly from under the matress, I straighten. I listen once more. Only Jade's soft snoring. I walk towards the door and slowly turn the handle, and open the door. I slip past and close the door. Feeling the need to quench the undeniable 'WANT' that screams through my very soul, I walk down the hallway. I get closer to the boys' room, and I walk past it slowly, remembering how good it felt to tame the monster that wants to claw its way out of my body. I pass their door. I keep walking. It's too quiet. I hear a gasp. I turn. There, in the doorway to my left, is a girl older than me. She has so much fear in her eyes, I can't help but smile. She takes a step back, and as she does, I take a step forward. Her mouth is agap. I smile wider. Her lip trembles. She glances at the knife in my hand. It glints in the moonlight. 'I - I know you' She says. I nod. She takes another step back, and I another forward. She turns and runs, trying to slam the door behind her. I stop it closing with my hand. She is about to scream. I clamp my hand over her mouth and jam my knife through her right lung. I twist the blade. Her eyes flutter and she bends over, trying to get in a fatal position on the floor. I drop her. She lands with a 'thud'. I kick her and she moans. I role her on her back and stab her various places until the monster is tamed. I close her door and walk down the hallway towards my room. I wipe the blood off my knife onto the black nightgown I bought with stolen money. The blood is so dark, it blends in. I get to my room and quietly hide the knife under my matress again. I go to sleep hearing the soft snoring of Jade.

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    Emma woke up the next morning in bright spirits. She had a magnificent smile on her face and wasn't afraid to show it. And like the day before, she felt no remorse at killing another innocent person. And just like the day before, she found the knife exactly where she placed it in her dream. 'It seems as though I "sleep kill" ' Emma mused as she did her daily routine. The blood from the knife she had wiped on her black night gown had crusted up, but did not appear in color on her night dress. She found this funny, and chuckled about it to her first class. Again, like the previous day, the Head Mistress called another assembly that consisted of the entire school.

    "It seems as though our killer has sticken once again. He or She has murdered innocent Megan Turnum. She was found lying on the ground this morning by the teacher who teaches her first hour class." The murmuring started. "I just please ask whoever is doing this to please turn themselves in. It is not fair to the health and environment of our school's community." As the Head Mistress said this, Emma was thinking about the people she had killed. Derrick Laden was a collected boy, whome already knew what his future would hold. Jesse Morgan was less of a man and more of a boy, with his outlandish hair style that made him stand out. And Megan Turnum used to work on her family's farm and had no clue that she was capable of great things. Now she never would be.

    It was really a shame, that those poor people had never thought of what their life's outcomes would be, and never will. Emma never thought of this, only of the growing need that was slowly trying to claw its way out again. That was more than enough for Emma to start planning her next victim.