Emma's Mistake
(This is really just a prologue, but I'm calling it Chapter 1. I am going to beg you to keep reading, because it gets so much better and longer in the 3rd chapter. The first and second chapters were just kind of setting up what was going on.badly written things. Just please don't give up on this because the first two aren't good. If the 3rd isn't, then by all means, stop reading. But I can't very well just get rid of those 2 chapters, so don't give up hope.just bear with me until the 3rd chapter. Thanks! Cheers---)
"It's got to be in here, I know it is!" Emma took a fleeting look across her cluttered bedroom, looking impatiently among her magazines, clothes, and books. She clumsily ran her fingers through the stacks underneath her bed and stood straight up to investigate her chaotic shelves, which were home to numerous novels, CDs of earthy songwriters and aspiring singers, and notebooks that recounted her adventures at Mutant X. Although none of the journals had any locks by which to bound them, all of her teammates knew to stay out of them; they were the forbidden fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. The rest of her room was relatively neat because she had seldom time to mess it up. She scurried across the room in such a brief motion that one would have likened her to a ferret, with brown hair that had to take an outstanding leap to catch up.
"Emma! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" Jesse shouted from the bottom of the hard wood steps. He tapped his foot incessantly, fearing they were going to be late. Soon, his toes were in rhythm with the second hand on his watch, which, needless to say, didn't please him any. "We need to leave.NOW!"
"Hold on, Jess, I'll be there in a second! I've almost found it!" was the hurried reply from Emma. She had resorted to flinging things across the room (with the risk of puncturing the wall) in order to find her objective. Her mind had almost remembered where she had last had it, she could almost recollect the exact time she had it, but for whatever reason, she kept drawing a blank. She struggled to keep her senses, bearing in mind Jesse wouldn't be too happy if she came down empty-handed, or if she stayed up in her room too long. "Oh, well," she said to herself, standing up straight, pressing her hands down on her clothes to smooth them out. "Almost isn't enough."
"Sure it is," Jesse answered, "just not right now." He grinned at her, as she looked back up at him. He took a swift glimpse around her room, lifting her agnes b. jacket off of the her tan nightstand lamp with his finger. He took note of the unkempt room and its inhabitants, and had a gentle chuckle to himself.
"What's so funny?" Emma demanded to know, with a beamed face. She knew that her room was messy, but she didn't want to admit it, especially not to Jesse.
"Nothing, don't you worry about it. Look, we can go now, and you don't need to bring it. Come on!" He ushered her towards the door with quick smile and a mild swaying of his hand.
"Fine, fine. I'm coming!" She smoothed out her skirt, brushed off her knees and headed for the door where Jesse awaited her. He just stood there, waiting for her in his orange-tan leather jacket and jeans, with his eyes gleaming. His blonde hair was neatly jelled and he waited patiently while Emma took a last minute check into the mirror for her hair and makeup. When she approached the door, Jesse put his arm around her shoulder like she was his kid sister, and said contentedly, "Alright, kiddo, let's go. But when we get back you need to clean this room before you go anywhere, young lady, or you're grounded for the next 3 weeks!"
"Gee, okay, big brother!" Emma and Jesse walked downstairs together, and she was still laughing about their inside joke. He was always her big brother since she joined the team of Mutant X. Jesse always felt a compulsive need to protect her, even though she didn't need protecting. Ever since she had been on the team, she had felt like a kid sister that he had always wanted and needed to shield. He wasn't sure what it was that he needed to shield her from exactly, but lately, there had been an undercurrent of suspicion in the air; something terrible was going to happen to Emma---and he couldn't let that happen. But he had tried to shrug that suspicion aside for about a week now, and especially for tonite, because he wanted to have a good time.
Shalimar and Brennan stood at the bottom of the steps, chit-chatting and flirting a little too openly about the latest gossip the GSA and Eckhart might be doing. Shalimar had just recently finished telling Brennan about how she could easily beat the next guy that walked into the room, and was playfully punching him in the shoulder. As they saw Jesse and Emma slip into sight they muttered a few, "It's about time," lines and made way for the car.
"Tonight, I can't wait to go to this new bar called Momax. It's supposed to be the hottest place in town, full of eligible guys Emma and I can get our hands on!" Shalimar said excitedly, overlooking Brennan's unrest. He fidgeted a little in the drivers seat, listening to Shalimar continue on about the bachelors and bachelorettes that were going to be at Momax. "Brennan," Shalimar said, leaning in closely by his face, "You'll have a great time, trust me!" Brennan only smiled, "Ah, you know you're the only girl for me!" he said jokingly, not sure if it really was a joke or not. But his mischievous smile gave him away, and the whole car started busting up in laughter. Out of the side of Shalimar's eye, however, she noticed a thin, black figure that was following their car. Her instinct told her to warn the crew, but she wasn't sure just yet. She cast a caveat look towards the rest of the team, hoping they'd take the hint.
There was screech. Slam!
A shatter of glass cascaded over the friends.
The car came to a sudden halt. ````````````````
(This is really just a prologue, but I'm calling it Chapter 1. I am going to beg you to keep reading, because it gets so much better and longer in the 3rd chapter. The first and second chapters were just kind of setting up what was going on.badly written things. Just please don't give up on this because the first two aren't good. If the 3rd isn't, then by all means, stop reading. But I can't very well just get rid of those 2 chapters, so don't give up hope.just bear with me until the 3rd chapter. Thanks! Cheers---)
"It's got to be in here, I know it is!" Emma took a fleeting look across her cluttered bedroom, looking impatiently among her magazines, clothes, and books. She clumsily ran her fingers through the stacks underneath her bed and stood straight up to investigate her chaotic shelves, which were home to numerous novels, CDs of earthy songwriters and aspiring singers, and notebooks that recounted her adventures at Mutant X. Although none of the journals had any locks by which to bound them, all of her teammates knew to stay out of them; they were the forbidden fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. The rest of her room was relatively neat because she had seldom time to mess it up. She scurried across the room in such a brief motion that one would have likened her to a ferret, with brown hair that had to take an outstanding leap to catch up.
"Emma! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" Jesse shouted from the bottom of the hard wood steps. He tapped his foot incessantly, fearing they were going to be late. Soon, his toes were in rhythm with the second hand on his watch, which, needless to say, didn't please him any. "We need to leave.NOW!"
"Hold on, Jess, I'll be there in a second! I've almost found it!" was the hurried reply from Emma. She had resorted to flinging things across the room (with the risk of puncturing the wall) in order to find her objective. Her mind had almost remembered where she had last had it, she could almost recollect the exact time she had it, but for whatever reason, she kept drawing a blank. She struggled to keep her senses, bearing in mind Jesse wouldn't be too happy if she came down empty-handed, or if she stayed up in her room too long. "Oh, well," she said to herself, standing up straight, pressing her hands down on her clothes to smooth them out. "Almost isn't enough."
"Sure it is," Jesse answered, "just not right now." He grinned at her, as she looked back up at him. He took a swift glimpse around her room, lifting her agnes b. jacket off of the her tan nightstand lamp with his finger. He took note of the unkempt room and its inhabitants, and had a gentle chuckle to himself.
"What's so funny?" Emma demanded to know, with a beamed face. She knew that her room was messy, but she didn't want to admit it, especially not to Jesse.
"Nothing, don't you worry about it. Look, we can go now, and you don't need to bring it. Come on!" He ushered her towards the door with quick smile and a mild swaying of his hand.
"Fine, fine. I'm coming!" She smoothed out her skirt, brushed off her knees and headed for the door where Jesse awaited her. He just stood there, waiting for her in his orange-tan leather jacket and jeans, with his eyes gleaming. His blonde hair was neatly jelled and he waited patiently while Emma took a last minute check into the mirror for her hair and makeup. When she approached the door, Jesse put his arm around her shoulder like she was his kid sister, and said contentedly, "Alright, kiddo, let's go. But when we get back you need to clean this room before you go anywhere, young lady, or you're grounded for the next 3 weeks!"
"Gee, okay, big brother!" Emma and Jesse walked downstairs together, and she was still laughing about their inside joke. He was always her big brother since she joined the team of Mutant X. Jesse always felt a compulsive need to protect her, even though she didn't need protecting. Ever since she had been on the team, she had felt like a kid sister that he had always wanted and needed to shield. He wasn't sure what it was that he needed to shield her from exactly, but lately, there had been an undercurrent of suspicion in the air; something terrible was going to happen to Emma---and he couldn't let that happen. But he had tried to shrug that suspicion aside for about a week now, and especially for tonite, because he wanted to have a good time.
Shalimar and Brennan stood at the bottom of the steps, chit-chatting and flirting a little too openly about the latest gossip the GSA and Eckhart might be doing. Shalimar had just recently finished telling Brennan about how she could easily beat the next guy that walked into the room, and was playfully punching him in the shoulder. As they saw Jesse and Emma slip into sight they muttered a few, "It's about time," lines and made way for the car.
"Tonight, I can't wait to go to this new bar called Momax. It's supposed to be the hottest place in town, full of eligible guys Emma and I can get our hands on!" Shalimar said excitedly, overlooking Brennan's unrest. He fidgeted a little in the drivers seat, listening to Shalimar continue on about the bachelors and bachelorettes that were going to be at Momax. "Brennan," Shalimar said, leaning in closely by his face, "You'll have a great time, trust me!" Brennan only smiled, "Ah, you know you're the only girl for me!" he said jokingly, not sure if it really was a joke or not. But his mischievous smile gave him away, and the whole car started busting up in laughter. Out of the side of Shalimar's eye, however, she noticed a thin, black figure that was following their car. Her instinct told her to warn the crew, but she wasn't sure just yet. She cast a caveat look towards the rest of the team, hoping they'd take the hint.
There was screech. Slam!
A shatter of glass cascaded over the friends.
The car came to a sudden halt. ````````````````