I DO NOT OWN THE MIDNIGHTERS BUT I DO OWN THESE CHARACTERS!
Chapter 3- Darkling Attack
Emily sat on the windowsill of Leslie Andrews' guest room, staring out into the twilight sky. They were excited; anxious for a fight. The taste was like chocholate- something sweet that they wanted more of. But Why? What were they planning?
A knock at the door broke Emily's concentration. She could sense Ryan outside, and he was clearly anxious to talk to her. "Come in!" Emily called irritably.
Ryan entered, darting his eyes nervously.
"I know what you want to talk about," Emily told him, and he turned a deep shade of red. "Don't be embaressed, Ryan, I've been expecting it for some time now." She stood up, and walked closer to Ryan. "You want to know about my past."
Ryan nodded. "I know you weren't exactly besties with the Bixby crew... but what caused the animosity?"
"I betrayed them," Emily admitted. "I pretended to be friendly with them, only to lure them into Eric's trap. I can't say I'm proud of myself for those actions, but I like to think I've made up for it by saving their butts."
"In other words," Ryan said quietly, "You were just like Dana and Danny."
Emily suddenly looked sad. The same thought had occured to her. Dana and Danny were by no means innocent. They had killed people. So had Emily. "I was," Emily replied. "But I'm not now."
Ryan stared at her for a few moments. "I believe you," he finally said. His heart felt like it was floating when Emily smiled back at him.
...
The clock struck midnight.
Ryan and Emily felt the shudder, and the sudden silence. The light around them became a faint blue. A leaf- now enveloped with the blue light- froze in the act of falling from it's tree. Above them was the dark moon, an ominous sign of what was to come.
"Get your flashlight out!" Emily commanded when they were outside.
Ryan obeyed, but looked at Emily incredulously. "Here? Darklings are coming here?"
Emily nodded gravely. "I tasted them earlier. They've been waiting to attack us."
"No darkling could be that stupid as to come after a flame- bringer!" Ryan retorted.
"They're being controlled," Emily said.
"Controlled? By who?"
"LOOK-" But it was too late. The panther- darkling took a swipe at Ryan's head, throwing him ten feet away. He landed in a dumpster, unconcious, and his head bleeding.
"RYAN!" Emily shrieked. She whirled the metal rod that she had brought out at the psyco-kitty like a sword. "Affirmatively," she muttered. She swung the rod and struck the darkling's head. Blue sparks flew and the darkling jumped back, concious, but shaken.
Emily inclined her head. "Oh no..." she muttered. There were more darklings coming. A lot more.
