After two long hours, John opened the door to the interrogation room. He was followed by Ethan who looked tidier than he did earlier that day. Emma was handcuffed to the table and Ethan tried not to feel guilty. He shouldn't have gone with the plan. He should've found a way out.
Emma smirked at John, "Well, it's about time! I'd like a Coca Cola now, my throats a little dry," she said, biting her bottom lip as the smirk on her lips widened.
"You think you're funny, don't you?" John said, leaning forward on the table and narrowing his eyes at Emma.
"I think I'm pretty," Emma batted her eye lashes animatedly at him. John rolled his eyes and glanced over at the guard before looking back at Emma.
"Shut up," he hissed at her, "Do you know the destruction that you caused?"
Emma grinned, sitting back in her chair as if it weren't uncomfortable. "Yeah, I did! It was on the News Channel. Wow. I did great!" she appraised herself.
"You took 28 lives and critically injured 18 others," he said. Emma nodded.
"Yeah...I know. This isn't news to me. I was there," she replied, insolently. John took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He was more than annoyed. "Now, tell me," she said, "Why am I here? What do you really want from me? An explanation?"
"I want you to answer for what you did," growled John, glaring at her. All Emma could think about was the needle. She remembered the time when the scientists had tested it on her at first. She remembered everything she went through and it was awful. She was terrified to go through it again. And she knew that John wasn't going to be gentle or nice about any of it. As much as she caused pain and death, she was highly afraid of it when it came to her own life. Emma wished she wasn't such a hypocrite.
"Are you?" she taunted, giving him a teasing grin. Ethan took a deep breath, holding it in his chest for a while before letting it out. The situation was bothering him; he knew Emma was afraid. He wanted nothing more than to protect her and shield her from anything John was saying, but he knew he couldn't.
"I am about the last person you want to screw with, Emma Chamberlain," hissed John.
She gave him a cruel grin as she replied, "Ditto."
John stared at her for a moment. He glanced up at the guard and then to Ethan who held his ground. He then focused on Emma again. "Then I guess we'll see who wins." he said. Emma stared at him. "Apologize to everything you've done to Mr. Dolan while Neil and I go prepare your deathbed." he said acidly, walking out with the guard.
Emma kept the smirk on her face until John was out of sight. She looked at Ethan who stared at her. He was staring at her with an upset face, shaking his head as he avoided eye contact with her. He was just about to witness her die in front of him. Was this her plan? To get herself killed?
"Don't worry, Ethan," Emma said.
Ethan laughed bitterly, finally looking at her, "Don't worry?" he echoed, "First of all, this was the stupidest plan thus far," he spat, "And now you're telling me not to worry. He is getting it ready for you. By the time I go home tonight, you won't even be here anymore and you're telling me not to worry? Don't be an idiot, Emma."
"I'm not," she replied boldly, "I can't die."
"Yes, Emma, I know. But it's the injection now; it's different." he said.
"There's a possibility that it won't kill me." she said. When he didn't answer her, she continued on, "It's been used on me before, Ethan."
"What?" Ethan growled, standing stiffer.
