AN: So Chapter One of my Emily fic. She's one of my favorite characters, and I decided I might as well write her a fanfic. Don't know where it's going, might end up with an OC, might not. Also, I don't think it ever clearly states Emily's age in the books, so I have her at fourteen about five months away from poofing and Brother at nine.
"Emilyyyyyyy," Brother whines, his voice high and reedy. "They're commmminggg!"
I knew that already, but Brother's…well, Brother. He forgets stuff. "Yeah, okay," I say, grabbing the gun. A big, clunky handgun. I don't know what kind it is, but it's more gray than black. And heavy, heavier than the shotgun was. I haven't practiced with this one; I don't think I can even hit anything. But that doesn't matter. I don't need a gun to kill those losers that call themselves the Human Crew.
For a moment, the word "kill" lies heavy in my stomach. But I have to. They want me dead. I'm a freak, after all. I have powers. And they'll kill Brother, too.
I can't let that happen. Brother comes first. So they have to go. I put the handgun down on the kitchen counter, close my eyes, and lay my palms against the wall.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Pull.
I feel the slight increase/decrease of pressure that means the house has moved and open my eyes. I count to thirty, then move the house back.
I see them, coming up the packed-dirt driveway, and pick up the gun. Clench my fingers. Increase/decrease, and I'm behind them.
"Hey," I say, voice low. "You guys want your stuff?" Polite. Quiet. Like nothing's wrong. Like I don't know what they're really here to do.
"Yeah, sort of," says Lance, an odd sort of half-smile on his face. Lance is the only dangerous one, really, and I don't like that smile. I take a step back, and one of the goons—I don't know who, haven't bothered to know any except Lance and Zil—chuckles unpleasantly. I raise my gun.
Lance raises his, and he knows what he's doing.
He fires.
I dodge, but I'm nowhere near fast enough, and my shoulder explodes in pain.
Please review. Suggestions are welcome, flames will be used to roast marshmallows. Also, please tell me if I have Emily out of character. I hope I wrote her well.