Can't Hide Forever

11. Project E.L.F.

I slept with her. Just next to her. In the tiny metal bed, her in my arms and my sweatshirt, because she hates wool blankets.

We were woken up at dawn, by Roy.

"You guys gotta go in for questioning now," he told us, rubbing his eyes.

We were brought down a seemingly endless hall, to integration rooms.

"You first," the buff guard growled, pointing at me. She squeezed my hand, before letting me go.

It was quick. Mainly about school. And my future. Less than 10 minutes. James and Sam took even less. Then the guy who asked us, left. Two people entered the integration room and the professor showed up.

"In there with you Emily," he shooed. She walked in there gruffly.

"Come Come boys, I think you'll want to see this," he said, smiling devilishly.

We followed. We where on the other side of the glass.

"One way glass?" Sam asked.
"Brilliant ain't it?" He smiled.

"This my boys, is project E.L.F. at least, Emily is. You all are projects. But more on that later. Its starting" He smiled, sitting down. We all sat on the bench next to him.

The women was in a pencil suit, with the large guard standing close. Emily spun the chair and sat in it, her front to the back of the chair.

"Hello sweetie, I'm MaryAnne and that's Michael. I'm gonna ask you a few questions. Is that alright hun?" She asked Emily. She rolled her eyes.

"Sure Mar. Sure." Emily groaned.

"Well firstly sweetheart, to start off, are you male, or female?" She asked.

"That's kind of a bullshit question, and I don't really thinks it matters asshat." Emily growled.

"What goal appeals to you most?" She asked.

"Freedom," Emily growled.

"If you could live anywhere in the wild where would it be hun?" She asked.

"Anywhere away from you motherfuckers," Emily said back. Sam chuckled.

The professor however, loomed unimpressed.

"If you had to live among people where would you find peace?" She asked.

"I dunno, a graveyard, maybe the library. Probably the graveyard, because I despise the living. So yea. The graveyard." Emily answered in a huff.

"What's your fighting style?" She asked.

"Anything and everything can become a weapon. Blunt objects bludgen the best." She smiled, revealing her sharp canines.

"Are you a slob, or a neat freak?" She asked.

"I am my own chaoticlly organized self," she answered.

"What's your dream job?" MaryAnne asked.

"Something I'm successful at and enjoy doing," Emily answered.

"When do you show kindness?" She asked.

"Rarely, and in extreme moderation." Emily answered.

"Favorite quote?" MaryAnne asked.

"I do what I want without regrets fuck the consequences." She smirked. MaryAnne scribbled something on her notepad.

"What do you want to be?" She asked.

"Someone far far away from here, with my cousin and my best friends." Emily answered.

"What do you disapprove of sweetheart?" She asked.

"People tellin me not to solve my problems with violence. Like excuse the fuck out of me, I'll solve my problems how I fucking want, so fuck off." She smirked.

"Less than a hundred words out of your mouth and it already needs to be washed out with soap," Michael growled.

"Shhh. Now what causes your happiness love," MaryAnne asked.

"Adrenaline rushes. That's about it. Oh and sex. Lots of it." She smirked devilishly, right at me. I blushed.

"How would you conquer the world?"

"Bring all the world leaders together. Give them a choice. Submission or death." Emily said, matter of factly.

How do you advance?" She asked. Emily stared off into a space, bringing everyone's attention to a corner.

Suddenly she slammed her fist on the table, making everyone jump.

"See the competition. END THEM." She roared.

"Alright Alright settle. What's your greatest strength," she asked.

"My pride, and my loyalty." She answered. I knew that was for sure true.

"What's your greatest weakness?" MaryAnne asked.

"My weakness? Kiss my ass that ain't gonna fucking happen." She growled. For a split second her eyes glanced to me. My heart dropped. Me. It was still always me. Just like I was when she was 12. But no one knew it. Except me, and her.

"Would you watch your-" Michael started.

"Let me finish Michael! What do you think of death?" She asked.

"Its a part of life," Emily answered, chewing on her lip. Her hoop twitched. She was getting ansy.

Would you save your friends, or your family?" MaryAnne asked. She looked at me before she answered.

"Neither. My friends, they were my family. And then, they left me." Emily growled.

"If your homes being raided by raiders, what do you do?" She asked.

"Find them. Raid them. Kill them." Emily smirked. MaryAnnes eyebrows scrunched. You could see the irritation in her eyes.

"You go on a journey, what do you bring?" She asked.

"My weapons." Emily answered.

"What do you look for in a leader?" She asked.

"I am the leader," she growled.

"How do you deal with life Emily?" She asked.

"Head on. Forcefully." She growled.

You're walking and it's starting to rain. What do you do?" She asked.

"Hold my hands up high, wash the blood away." She answered, flashing her toothy smile.

"You need money. How do you get it?" She asked.

"Anyway I have to," Emily answered.

"Would you lie to a court for a close friend if it ment saving them?" She asked. She looked at the three of us, and smirked.

"Always." She answered.

"I think we're done here." She said with her lips making a thin line.