I clenched my fists; I was alone at the table in our apartment. Bonnie, Franz had gotten to work- Brandon went to central park, keeping an eye for any kind of our species. I glared out of the window; I wasn’t certain where Emily was. But Luke has no idea what he has in store for him whilst he’s working in the phantom agent security protection program, I should know, I’ve worked there before. In fifteen minutes, he would wish he had never accepted the job. He hasn’t seen anything yet; hell he hasn’t even scratched the surface of what they can do. Once they’re done with Luke, they can kill him- or they can let him go, or keep him restrained there. I’ve seen the way they murder people, and it’s not pleasant. They torture them slowly, but painfully. Even when they strip of their powers it hurts, apparently. I haven’t had it done to me, because I managed to escape. With help of Bonnie, that’s where I knew her. But she knew Emily too; I think they were like sisters back then. But I highly don’t think that they’ll communicate. I’m not going to lie, I’m better off without Luke anyway. I didn’t care about his life, I didn’t care the fact he had been the chosen one. It was Bonnie’s doing that he was luckily enough that I took him in. Emily swung open the front door, and walked in. She threw her bag on the sofa and went to sit next beside me around the table. She sighed frustratingly, and folded her arms. I raised my eyebrow at her, confusingly.
‘I hate, I hate that son of a bitch!’ She screamed, and rested her head in her hands when she placed her elbows on the table. I rubbed her back awkwardly, glancing out the window thinking of what he had been doing right now.
‘Don’t worry, if he really is working for Jacob- we’ll kill him too,’ I said, taking a deep breath. Noticing I just thought of murder towards Luke. I don’t know his interests, so maybe this had been a good thing for him. Emily started sobbing; it looked like she couldn’t breathe. I pulled her in for an awkward hug, she wrapped her arm around my stomach, and cried forcefully as she buried her head into my black t-shirt.
‘Don’t kill him, you liked him too. Maybe… maybe he’ll come back to us,’ she sobbed, as she inhaled and exhaled. She was hoping. There was a possible chance he’ll come crawling back to us. There was a positive chance he will, but he needs to learn his actions have consequences. If he’s around us, none of us our safe, if he comes to our base, we’re not safe down there. They can read our thoughts as well, only unless we want them to, or forced.
‘True, but I don’t think I can trust him ever again,’ I swallowed, pulling her closer as I stroked mousey blonde strands of her hair, I glared out at the window, still thinking of what he was really up to now. I can’t communicate with him; it’ll put us all in danger. This will put our lives at risk, more or less myself as well as Emily’s, as for we defeated Sam before. He’s on his own this time. I’m not going to help him, because I will not risk my life for someone who was selfish enough to work with that dick, forced or not he should know what he’s up against. I closed my eyes, feeling as if I’ve lost, I removed Emily from me, and went to make coffee for both of us.
I sat and watched her sipping her coffee as she held it with two hands; I think I must’ve boiled it above her normal temperature she uses. On the other hand, I devoured mine in less than a minute. I placed my mug down, and she still held on hers.
‘Luke’s going to have to get himself out of this one, Em.’ I explained to her, the expression in her face turned… patronizing, alarmed. She didn’t want to see Luke face the consequences, he has caused for himself, which was clearly obvious. She shook her head at me.
‘No, you can’t do that to someone you apparently, fucking care about.’ She answered, getting out of her chair. She dunked our two mugs in the sink, washing them as she relaxed her hands in the hot, steamy, soapy water. I folded my arms, looking intrigued.
‘I’m responsible for us, I’m the oldest. So he’s on his own, if you want to die, fine go looking for him. It’s not like anyone else will come with you if they have common sense,’ I growled at her, she froze. I sighed, and leant back on the chair, she spun round, placing both of her palms on the edge corners of the sink. She looked annoyed, as if I had made a huge mistake in saying that. Knowing me, I probably did considering I can’t say anything right these days.
‘I don’t care, I’m looking for him.’