The discovered past
It was just after midnight, a teenager was walking back to her car after meeting with a few people for some information, the lamppost lights was slightly dim ahead but it was a clear night and the stars were out, she had long dirty blond hair going slightly past her shoulders, she was wearing denim Jeans, black top and a denim jacket, she stopped suddenly when she heard strange noises that does not sound human coming closer from the lane near to her.
'Who's there?' she demanded in her Manchester accent as she turned around quickly trying to peer into the shadows.
'I know who you' are an eerie voice singing from the shadows, eventually a skinny man appeared, half of his face was covered in the shadows, he had short black hair, glasses and a long coat he stopped and leaned against the wall smiling and watching her closely 'I know your past'.
'How the hell do you know me, have you been spying on me?' walking a few paces back away from the stranger glaring back with her sharp blue eyes.
'Impatient aren't you, you are like your family. Tell me how is your "mother"? Still quick witted as normal and what about your baby sister?' He said grinning at her.
The blond teen quickly grabbed a gun that was hiding in her jacket and took the safety off it 'I asked who are you or are you dumb' she shouted angrily at the stranger.
'You not afraid of me' then started to laugh like a maniac 'No, of course you not, you are clever, very opinionated and well look at you, you have got so many different qualities and I like that, tell me Emma, do you want to work for me? You will get paid very well and you have got something I want plus you don't have to run about getting some information for your mother' he spat out, 'I'm DCI Jim Keats, I work Discipline and Complaints Department'
'Keats?' Emma shouted accidentally pulling the trigger the bullet nearly hitting him 'I have heard of you, you are some lowlife bastard who try and destroy everything, I will never ever work for you, get out of my sight you pathetic rat and I won't hesitant to shoot you and this time I promise I won't miss at all, you are not worth my time and you can stick whatever job you want me to do up your arse' she spat back at him.
Emma heard footsteps running behind her 'What the bloody ell?' A gruff voice shouted out coming near, she turned slightly to look at the new arrival, quickly recognising him from the pictures in her mother's photo album as DCI Gene Hunt, smiling slightly to herself when she saw his snakeskin boots.
'Aaaaawwww, well look at this isn't this disgustedly cute, such a lovely little scene, wish I had brought a camera with me. Hang on stay there, that's beautiful' using his hands to look like a camera.
Gene pushed Emma gently behind him 'Let me handle this kid' talking to her in a gentle voice, keeping his eyes on Jim 'It's over Jimbo, admit it you have lost' taking his gun out of his belt and raising it to Keats head.
'Hahaha you think you can get rid of me that easily Hunt' laughing cruelly but stopped suddenly as the wind around them started to pick up violently, Emma quickly turned away shielding herself from it, blocking out his screams 'no, no, no, I tried, I can still do it, give me another chance I can still bring him down!' He cried pathetically, after a few seconds everything became quiet and still.
Emma slowly looked up and turned back to where Keats was no longer standing, looking around quickly and back to the spot where he vanished.
'What the bloody hell?' She said slowly putting down her gun back in her jacket still confused at what had just happened, 'It's over for now' Genes voice cut through her thoughts like a knife, she looked up as he was putting his gun away, he turned and faced her.
'What's your name kid and what are you doing out here in the middle of the night on your own in this part of the city? Your parents will be worried about you' Gene said tiredly.
'Nah me ma knows where I am so she is not really worried, thanks Mr Hunt for coming to my aid, I have to say ma is right you do have a habit of showing up if there is a sign of danger' Looking really amused. 'I'm afraid I can't keep her waiting any longer. I have a feeling we might run into each other soon. My name is Emma, Emma Queen'
Watching her walk away in shock, 'Bloody ell no wonder she got some balls! Can't be the Queen I'm thinking off, Oi kid' shouting at her 'who is your mother?' watching as Emma turns around with her eyebrow raised 'Jackie Queen' before turning back, walking away laughing