Emma

Chapter 13

A/N Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long! I hope you like the chapters so far and Happy New Year! 2015! Anyway I just wanted to let you know that there are only going to be a couple of more chapters left in this book that complete it and I hope you enjoy it!

That night Emma creeped out of her room to find Austin already standing there.

"There you are, let's go," Austin whispered, a bit irritated.

"I'm coming, now shut up before we get caught." Emma thought a bunch of mean things, mostly about how she ought to kill him first.

They stalked down the halls, and the farther they went, the more the monster inside Emma started to take over. She hunched over and squeezed her chest in agony and the burning in her chest. Then she grabbed her head with her other hand when it started pounding.

Austin watched the useless girl hunch over heaving dry, quiet breaths, in complete and utter pain. Probably to hard for her to explain to him later. As for his state, he didn't feel a thing. There was a small sensation in his heart at watching be so miserable. And it grew when he thought of her stabbing someone - or being stabbed.

The pain finally subsided more and Emma stood upright in perfect posture. She had no expression and her eyes were cold and distant. When she looked at Austin, a snarl ripped from her chest. It was small and quiet and there was noone around to even hear it, but Austin knew it was a warning. He put one hand out, trying to show submissivness. Emma's cold eyes grew a little wider in slight recognition, and Austin knew that the monster had taken over, but Emma was still somewhere in there.

Austin knew she could kill him at any second, but he risked that chance when Emma walked at a medium pace down the hall and he followed behind her at a safe distance. Noone was in the hallway and so they went to the lower floors looking for someone. And there was noone. But the monster inside Emma was not going to give up. And if she couldn't find someone in the hallway in the short amount of time she gave herself, she would turn around and kill Austin.

But Austin got lucky. In that moment, they both heard the soft clicking of heels down the hallway in the lobby of the school. They were going in the direction of the teacher bedrooms. It was Penelope and she had stayed up late, sorting through notes and papers. She rounded the corner and kept walking, not noticing Emma behind her carrying a long, deadly blade.

Emma doesn't even remember where she got the blade. She just had it. But God knows that she would go crazy if she didn't have a way to hurt other people. Austin followed behind Emma and Penelope stopped outside her door and took out the small key to her bedroom. Emma came up behind her silently.

"Hello," Emma said politely. She still had the staring-off-into-space- look in her eyes as she said this. The monster was acting. Penelope jumped, startled by the young girl. But once she saw that it was Emma, she become 10x more afraid.

"H- hello, Emma. What are you doing here?" Penelope stammered.

"Oh I just came to see you. How is Celia and Robert? Are they out of my head on a silver platter? Or did they ask you to do it for them?" Emma asked with a smile that said she already knew the answer.

"I - I would never do that to you." Penelope said. She stared at the girl. Sje was so creepy, and she had a distant look to her eyes. Almost like she was someone else.

"Oh I know you wouldn't. And you're not going to be able to." As she finished the last sentence, Emma plunged her knife into the stomache of the poor receptionist/ secretary.

Austin saw the whole thing with his mouth agape. He had never seen something so thrilling and yet at the same time so terrifying. He wanted to do that to someone. Anyone really. He wanted to feel the power of having so much control over someones fear. He knew that Emma had been right when she said he was making her do it for himself. He wanted his own monster to go away.

Emma stabbed Penelope 48 times all over her body. When she was done she walked up to Austin and wiped both sides of the bloody blade on his shirt to clean it. Then she dragged the tip of it across his bottom lip and down his chin. Then she leaned in closer and said, "You're next." She walked away up the stairs and to her room. She hide the knife under her bed and crawled into bed.

This murder hadn't been so sloppy as the other ones. And it was quite more thrilling having an audience.