The Story of Emma Andrews

Riot Night

Two days had passed since her father's discovery of the Black Hood's warning to him: You're next sinner.

Emma's mouth had dropped when Archie and her had come back home after dinner at Pop's. She was sure that it was only a matter of time before he striked again. This time to end her and her father.

In lieu of the upcoming mayoral debate, Hiram and the Sheriff advocated to postpone, but Fred pushed for the debate to continue as did Hermione. Archie campaigned for his dad, surprising Emma as it did Fred. Emma hadn't known but Archie was far from reliquishing his ties to Hiram Lodge.

In fact, he had pledged to make his bones with the older man by capturing the Black Hood.

Emma stood near the stage before the debate waiting for Betty. The blonde weaved through the crowd in hopes to find Emma, Cheryl trailed behind her. "Cher?"

"I needed someone to confirm my theory." She said referring to Cheryl, "I think I know who it is." Betty rushed.

Emma shook her head, "Who?"

"My father."

Emma's mouth dropped as she looked back and forth at Cheryl and Betty. "Betty..."

"I ask that you all take your seats as the debate will soon begin." Alice's voice filled the room as the blonde woman stood at the podium on the stage.

Turning her attention back on Betty, she found that she had disappeared. Emma walked on stage and into the wing, she stood next to her brother. As Hermione spoke, Emma found herself going over Betty's theory and how it would even fit. Why would Hal Cooper intentionally gun for her? He had always been nice to her as a child, so what changed? She was pulled from her thoughts as booing filled the air.

"All I'm saying is let's not call for blood until we've had a trail." Fred stated. Hermione's eyes shifted from Hiram to Fred before leaning into her mic. "You talk about calling for blood, Fred? Are you aware of the group called the Dark Circle?"

"No, I'm not."

"Then let me enlighten you. The Dark Circle is a dangerous, radical group that traffics in terror, violence, and street-warfare. A group started by your son, Archie." All Emma wanted to do was wipe the floor with Hermione Lodge. Her eyes shifted to Archie who stared at his father and then her. She stormed away making her way towards the stairs that led to the audience.

She attempted to breath deeply as Hermione Lodge drew comparison to Fred's competency as a parent and mayor. It seemed Archie had failed her once again causing her to be filled with anger.

"Oh, my God. It's the Black Hood." Emma's head whipped around to see Veronica pointing to the balcony where a figure raised his gun and began shooting. Emma froze in her state of panic as she watched Archie cover Fred. Everyone began screaming and running, her eyes were trained on the man. She felt herself fall to the ground as the sound of rushing vibrated through her ears.

Two hours later, Emma found herself in the ER getting checked out. "Alright Ms. Andrews, it seems that you are fine. No concussion, just try not to make a habit of being here often. Dr. Masters spoke candidly. She hopped off the table and walked over towards the door. "Trust me, I can't wait to leave."

He chuckled as she exited. She was greeted with a worrisome Jughead and FP Jones. "Forsythe?" He looked at her lost at why she was at the hospital.

"What are you doing here, Thea?"

"The Black Hood shot at us at the debate, I just finished getting checked over."

He looked at her with concern. "Are you okay?"