Maya was stitching my wound up silently. She was disappointed that I was here. I knew it. I generally liked being her friend even being friends with Emma. Though I think if I spent more than a few hours with Emma I might need a shit tone of coffee. People who are constantly happy kind of bug me and I don't know why. Plus I know she is generally happy well at least every time I've been near her she was generally happy. I guess I'm kind of jealous of her. I mean she's a normal happy teenager. Something I'll never be.
Maya cut the thread on the stitches and got up. "Thank you," I whispered quietly. I couldn't even bring myself to look her in the eyes. Unlike with Lucifer- I mean my mother, I wasn't afraid to look her in the eyes I just felt like I didn't deserve to.
"Why?" She asked softly.
Why? That was a good question. I was just doing what my mother wanted. Like always. I was just doing my job. Well I mean can you call it a job if you aren't getting paid? "It's my job," I told her. "I am going to bring down the Hansen Gang. Though I am planning on doing everything in my power not to hurt you while doing it. I know I've disappointed you but I truly like you. I know you care for your brother but are you in this gang because you want to be or because he forces you? If you had a choice to leave, would you take it?"
I finally looked into her eyes knowing it was the only way to tell how she felt. I could see the conflict inside her through her eyes. She knew I was right. If I somehow did manage to escape and defeat Max, would she be willing to come with me? I know she is as corrupt as her brother. Maybe I could even save her brother if I had to.
Speaking of Max, he decided to come check on me and Maya. "Maya, are you done yet?" He asked with a monotone voice. She nodded her head mutely. "Good. You can leave now. I don't want her spending time with anyone else."
"Aww, Babe. You don't have to worry about that. I'd never cheat on you," I winked. Now I know you aren't going to believe what happens next... he slapped me! Can you believe it? I know you can't. I mean no one expected that at all. Maya flinched when she saw him hit me but stayed silent. I knew she wanted to stop him but she couldn't. She was afraid of him clearly.
"I can't fucking stand you," he complained. "You are going to make me kill you before I get anything useful out of you! Maya makes her feel pain cause clearly physical pain doesn't fucking work."
"But Sweet-Cakes, I like it when you punish me," I said sexily. I honestly don't know how I haven't started laughing yet. The way I piss him off just makes me happy.
Max glared at Maya, giving her the go-ahead to hurt me. She looked like she was debating if she should do it or not. I mouthed 'do it' to her. No to intimidate her but to encourage her to do what her brother asked so he doesn't hurt her. 'I'm sorry' she mouthed back before intensely staring at me. I assume her powers were like mine where you had to concentrate on the person and picture the emotions you are giving them. Though I can only give people my emotions and take away theirs. However, her powers seemed ineffective to me because I felt nothing.
Max seemed to notice this because he yelled, "Are you fucking doing it?"
"Y-yes," Maya stated simply. I frowned at how scared she was of her brother. I wish I could beat the shit out of him right now.
"Is she immune?" He asked frustratedly. "Try making her laugh." Maya nodded her head in acknowledgement than stared at me once again. This time, however, I started laughing as the Joker poisoned me. I hated it. Not that I hate laughing I just find my laugh highly annoying. Plus I haven't laughed this much since forever and my stomach hurt slightly from it. Thankfully Max waved his hand in the air to motion her to stop. "So she isn't immune but causing her to feel pain doesn't work," he thought out loud.
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Hero
Teen FictionEmma Pierce doesn't want to be a superhero. Nonetheless, she was born with special abilities and her mother forces her to become a superhero. She always thought it'd be terrible. That she'd never get to experience normal teenage girl things. Maybe...