Storm of Evil

EMILIE

EMILIE

[Six months ago]

  It was a warm day for once, the sun shining so brightly I was nearly blinded as I walked in the light of the day. There was a scene outside the library, taped off by police and I happened to walk passed.

  The two people being accused were innocent. I couldn't let them suffer for something this fucking stupid.

  "Miss, it is in your best interest to leave," the policeman said, attempting to back me up. 

  "No, it isn't." I replied, not moving. He can hold his hands up however he wants, he still can't touch me. 

  "Miss, if you don't leave, I'm going to have to escort you out myself."

  "Escort out a key witness, that's rich," I replied with a little smugness in my tone as I lured him in with the bait. I guess though, that was the idea. He let out a deep breath, rolling his eyes. He should be pulling out his notepad.

  "What do you know about this?" he asked, almost irritated. I looked passed him at the gory scene.

  Situated outside of the library, there was a display of a couple dead sheep, one positioned behind the other so they were fucking. Their eyes were dug out, their guts hanging and 'Oh Baby' written in their blood.

  Wow. Okay, that was...different.

  A little in the distance I saw a couple guys who I knew were Varg and Euronymous being questioned. They looked a little distressed and angry that they got dragged into this, but, that's why I was here.

  The officer looked at me with an unimpressed expression as he waited for a reasonable response.

  "Those two are innocent. They have nothing to do with this," I started, gesturing towards Varg and Euronymous. The officer looked back, then narrowed his eyes at me.

  "How can you prove that," he challenged. I just chuckled. They really did have nothing to do with this. The black circle hardly did something as meaningless as this. Okay, maybe they did, but not those two. Øystein who tried to be hardcore yet never did anything, and Grishnackh who had bigger plans than this...

  A couple dead sheep in front of a library simply was not them.

  "Prove it?" I repeated. "I was with them." It wasn't even a lie. I worked at a late night tavern and they were there. There's no way they would have done this, not with the hour they left at.

  He eyed me, raising an eyebrow.

  "Prove it." He challenged once more.

  "I work at På Tykk, you know, the bar open 'til really late?" I said, he nodded. "These two where there all night. There's no way they would have had time to do this at the hour they left at and still be here now."

  Which was also true; it was around 9 in the morning. They were here now only because Helvete was nearby and police would have dragged them out for insanely intense questioning. Assuming they would have been tired from arranging the sheep, they seemed probable suspects, but really they were hung over from a late night pub run.

  The cop looked at me skeptically. He didn't want to let this go.

  "Can you verify this? Is there anyone else that can back you up?"

  I rolled my eyes.

  "Oh for fucks sake, I can get my boss on the phone if you fucking want, he was there." 

  It was about a 15 minute screw around, but the cop finally had to drop anything he thought he had against Varg and Øystein. The pair knew it was me who busted them out. Euronymous nodded in thanks as he walked back to his store and Varg stood there with a grateful smile, waiting for me to approach.

  I walked up to him and he looked down at me, incredibly pleased.

  "You stopped us from getting arrested, you are brilliant!" he commented, "I'm, dead serious here, I feel like I need to repay you somehow."

  "Just - don't mention my name, ever." I replied.

  "But I don't know your name?" he said with an inquisitive tone.

  "That's probably for the best," I repied with a small sigh and went to walk off, when he grabbed my wrist swiftly so I couldn't get away. He stared me with his hypnotising dark blue/grey eyes and kept his grip tight around my wrist.

  "Please," he asked politely and softly, "What is your name?"

  I sucked in a breath.

  "Emilie," I eventually replied, regretting the words as they escaped. He instantly smiled.

  "Emilie." he repeated, "Thank you, Emilie. Your name is safe with me." he said, before letting my wrist go and walking past me, the same direction Euronymous went. I'd be lying if I said my breath hadn't hitched and stopped as he spoke to me.

  Varg knew me now. I wasn't just the girl in the background; I was now the girl who saved them from being arrested.

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