The Guy Who Created The Musical

Chapter 6

"Well?" Emma said growing impatient.

"Paul may have been right," He mumbled.

"Pardon? I can't hear you," Emma moved closer to Henry.

"I said Paul is right! Ok?" He yelled, frightening Emma. "I made this musical! I did it! It's my fault," He clenched his jaw. He was Henry Hidgens, he didn't cry. At least that's what he told himself.

"What? Wait. How?" She said taking steps back, anger bubbling inside of her.

"You can't forget I'm a biologist, I do crazy shit," He spat, looking away from her.

"So you LIED to me?" She said louder now.

"I didn't mean to! I mean, I did but-"

"I trusted you Henry! With my life!"

"You still can, Emma!"

"How do I know that?" She shook her head.

"Why'd you even do it? You just put your own life in jeopardy!"

"I did it- I did it because I fell in love with you, ok?" He growled. Emma stared at Henry, checking to see if he was serious.

"Love? With me? The barista from Beanies. The girl who spits in people's coffee because she hates her job? That one?"

"Precisely,"

"But why? And why did you make it in a musical? I see so many loose ends, Henry,"

"There was no way I was getting a chance with you, not when you had a boyfriend,"

"Yeah, a really shitty one! Why did you have to make a musical out of it?"

"I- I didn't know, ok? I didn't think it through,"

"Super smart for a scientist huh. Thinking things through before you put your project to work," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. Once again, song is heard faintly in the distance.

"Look, I understand that you're mad at me and rightfully so, but if we want to survive and save Hatchetfield, we have to get moving before we get killed," Henry glared at Emma.

"But if Paul was right, and you're the source of all of this," He began clutching the gun in her pocket taking a few steps back. "Then killing you is the only way to survive this mess," She scowled, aiming the gun at him cautiously,

"Woah, woah. Put the gun down Emma. That's where he's wrong. I wasn't lying when I said we have to go find this old friend of mine,"

"Why the fuck did it get passed onto your friend from years ago?" She asked putting the gun down slowly.

"He helped me. He owed me. But because of our dispute, he stole a vital part of the machine, that we need to save us from this mess," Henry explained, wincing as he tried to move his leg.

"Can you even walk?" Emma asked softly.

"I'll have to try, we don't have time to spare," He grunted. Emma sighed, helping him. After walking for a few minutes, the pain grew numb, and Henry could begin walking somewhat normally again.

"So where are we headed?" Emma asks, clutching her gun again cautiously, now paranoid.

"Northeast,"

"You'll have to point," Emma chuckled. Henry points right in front of them. "Oh," she said simply.

The pair stopped in their tracks to see two dead bodies on the ground in front of them. Emma kneeled beside one.

"Paul?" She whispered, tears forming in her eyes. "No," She shook her head.

"Emma," Henry said putting his hand on her shoulder.

"He's dead!" She cried. "And it's all your fault!" A rock goes flying towards Henry, but he dodges it before it can hit his head.

"Emma, we've already established that it's my fault. We can save him if we keep moving," Henry soothes.

Emma takes a deep breath, tears streaming down her face, before nodding. They step over the bodies. Emma looks back at the limp, lifeless bodies before continuing to walk by Henry's side.

"It didn't even look like him," Emma said in disbelief. "What was that blue shit coming out of his mouth?" She questioned.

"Probably got something to do with the musical and the manipulation," He explained. Emma kicked a rock. It skipped along the path, before hitting a car, making a clanking noise.

"Stop drawing so much attention to us," Henry hissed. Emma rolled her eyes.

"So," Emma began smirking. "Fell in love huh?" She scoffed.

Henry blushed, clearing his throat. "That's correct," He broadened his shoulders, picking up his pace. Emma had to jog to catch up to him.

"Why?" She laughed.

"Do we have to have this discussion now?" He barked.

"It did kind of lead us here," She shrugged.

"I guess you're right," He sighed, turning to her. They continued walking, but slower now. "I don't know. I guess I just never had a connection with someone like you,"

"Really?"

"I don't get out much," He mumbled.

"I figured," Emma sneered. Henry shot Emma a glance.

"Look, I don't do emotions very often. So I thought the only way it was ever going to work is by making the world a musical. Shitty idea, yes, I know," His deep, raspy voice sounded hurt.

"Henry, why didn't you talk to me?" She softened.

"I was scared," He spat. "But I refused to accept that,"

"I was in a relationship, sure. But it was a really shitty one. Paul was never there to talk, he was always supposedly at work, but I always thought that was bullshit. I mean, how could you possibly be at work 24/7 and not have one second to just say hi. But whenever he was there, I felt this sense of comfort and safety. But then again, he was never there" Emma cracked.

Henry looked down, kicking at the gravel on the ground.

"But you," Emma looked at Henry, her eyes glistening, due to tears. "You were there to talk to me when Paul wouldn't. Even if it was for a few days. I didn't see you for a day, and I was actually a bit hurt. I just figured you were busy,"

"I was busy,"

"With this!" She laughed, shaking her head. "But hey, I forgive you. We'll get through this, no matter how shitty it is,"

"That's what I love about you," Henry flushed. "You've got this fire. This passion. But also some soft, selfless side. Even though I've basically known you for a week, it's like I already know everything about you,"

"Well, maybe not everything..."

"No, not everything," He repeated, shaking his head at himself.

"I know what you mean, and I feel the same way,"

"I'm so fucking mad at myself," Henry cursed.

"Hey, it's ok,"

"But it's not ok!" He raised his voice. "I don't even deserve for you to be walking next to me right now! I should be dead! I deserve to die!" He stopped.

"You most definitely do not deserve to be dead. Like I said, we can get through this," Emma took his hand, the pair looking each other in the eyes now.

"Thanks," Henry mumbled.

Henry and Emma stood in the middle of the road, unaware of the swarm of infected citizens coming towards them. Looking each other, they leaned in, Emma having to rise on her feet, because of Henry's height. Their lips, inches away now, Emma's heart beating faster, Henry's throat going dry.

Wow ok I suck at cliffhangers lol. But hey an update!