The Story of Emma Andrews

You're Next Sinner

Emma waltzed into Pop's and turned her head to find Archie with Veronica, Jughead, and Betty. All of them had still remained unchanged after Midge's funeral. 

Riverdale was on high alert as everyone became fixated on the masked man.

She wouldn't admit it, but she was terrified. Thoughts constantly crept in, Emma attempted to keep them at bay that night though the feeling still chilled her bones.

 "Archie."

"Em, what are you doing here?" He was shocked that she sought him out, but he figured he was managing to redeem himself. Looking briefly at her friends before she stopped at Archie's seat, handing a paper to him.

Everyone's eyes were on him as he looked back at her. "Where did you find this, Emma?" His voice was stern and filled with concern.

She looked at him and spoke softly. "In my work mailbox."

After the funeral, she made her way to work to help the Sheriff's office, though she couldn't do much as she was a victim. Upon being debriefed by Keller, she made her way to her mailbox and spotted a folded piece of paper, "You're next, Sinner."

"I told you, we got the wrong guy." Archie stated to the group as Emma hugged herself. He looked at his sister, "I don't want you alone until we figure this out, Em. So, be with someone at all times. Me, the Sheriff, Jug, the girls, Sweet Pea, or Toni. Whoever, just not alone."

Jughead stood and wrapped his arms around Emma noticing how worried she looked.

Betty shook her head and looked at Archie. "Svenson forced me to bury you alive. He cut off his own finger and sent it to me."

"Maybe the real Black Hood cut it off because he was working with Svenson." Archie countered.

Veronica looked at him as she interjected, "And Svenson would've let himself be mutilated?

Emma sighed, "It seems as though nothing in Riverdale is impossible. It's worth looking at." Archie smiled and nodded his head, hopeful that their troubles would be water under the bridge.

He looked at the three intently, "Look all I'm saying is that the Black Hood could still be alive." Veronica sighed.

"I looked into the Black Hood's eyes, they weren't Mr. Svenson's eyes." The group looked at one another as the mood had dramatically shifted.

Emma rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Next time speak up, asshole. It would've been helpful the first time."

***

"So... how've you been?" Jughead inquired as Emma walked beside him. Her heels clicked against the hard pavement as they walked out of Pop's towards Jughead's bike.

She shrugged, "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. You've been distant. Just wanted to see how you were." She stopped as he rounded his bike and sat on it. He knew she ended up spending the night at Toni's-- terrified of sleeping in her own house.

Emma looked at him that after attempting to call him the first two hours after the incident, she only reached his voicemail. And when he did finally call back, Emma ignored it already upset and aggravated from the night's events.

She remained silent, unable to formulate a response. "You look beautiful." He said as he held her hand. His eyes trailed from her black high-waisted pants and gray sleeveless turtleneck. It was reserved, but Emma was always reserved and modest.

She chuckled, "Don't let anyone hear you say that, Mr. Jones, it's untasteful." He knew even on a grim day his dark humor could lighten her mood. "Are you sure that you're okay?" He persisted.