Pandoras Killer

XI

Peter whacks me in the stomach with a metal object, and I double over in pain. He laughs at my obvious discomfort, then focuses back on Emma. 

"I see you evaded me before Emma." He takes a step closer towards Emma, "You won't be able to run or call for help now." 

I clutch my stomach, and then I scream. I let out a blood curdling scream, hoping the neighbours, or anyone, will hear it. 

Peter glares at me, then whacks me in the stomach again. This time I fall to the ground, and whimper quietly on the ground. 

"Shut up." 

He grabs Emma and throws her to the floor, I had no idea he was this strong. He's dangerous. 

Emma tries to get up off the floor , bu

t she is kicked down by Peter. 

"You really shouldn't have screamed little girl." His eyes drill into mine, "And now your murder buddy is going to pay."

No, he can't punish Emma for something I did! I can't let him do this. I have to save Emma. 

"No, leave her. Take me instead." I weakly manage to 

choke out,

His creepy smile widens, "Oh my lady, if you insist." 

***

Laying in the boot of a car is definitely not comfortable, especially when I'm laying right on top of Emma. 

"Where is he taking us?" She sobs,

"I don't know. I really don't know." I weakly reply,

"This is all your fault." Emma softly tells me, "You're the one who got us into this mess in the first place."

Silence fills the boot.

"I never wanted to kill anyone in the first place, if you had never even asked me..." She starts hiccupping, and I know tears are silently falling from her eyes,

"I'm sor-" I try to apologise, knowing that she's right, it's my fault she's been caught up in this mess, and it's my job to sort it out.

"No Emily, you just don;t get it. We're about to die, and maybe we deserve it. But I have killed other people for you, I have the blood of countless innocent people on my hands. I'm going to die just like I deserve to, but I don't want to."

"I know." Instantly I feel a pang of regret towards everyone I've killed, most of them didn't deserve to die.

What is happening, why am I feeling like this?

Of course they deserved to die, it was their own fault they had to die. Plus, it was fun doing it. I don't get why Emma doesn't enjoy it.

The car comes to a sudden stop, and I am jolted forward, knocking into the wall of the car.

"Ow..." I mutter, wishing I could rub my elbow that banged against the wall,

I hear Emma bump against the wall too, but she makes no sound, but clearly annoyed at me. The boot opens and I squint at the sunlight that is attacking my eyes, Peter is standing right at the back of the car. 

He lifts us out of the car, and into a small flat, it's probably where he lives. It's quaint, and I can actually see the old Peter living there. But the Peter standing right in front of me is completely different, he's dangerous. 

And I'm actually scared.

What is he capable of doing? I really don't want to know, but  I have a feeling I'm going to find out, and soon...