Without turning around, Emma lunged to open the desk the radio was sitting on. The drawer was completely empty. "Looking for this?"

Emma slowly turned around. There he was. The Trickster. The man who Emma had seen stabbed through the heart less than two hours ago. And he was sitting calmly on her bed, holding the gun Emma had hidden in the desk earlier. Barely stopping to blink, she ran towards her bag. "Sorry sweet cheeks, but I cleaned you out." Going through her things, she knew it was true. All of her weapons were gone.

She turned to face the intruder once more. "How are you still alive? We staked you, we dipped the stake in that poor man's blood, the one you fed to the alligator. Bobby said-"

The Trickster interrupted her. "And it would have worked. Had it been me you stabbed. Check your shirt." He threw the shirt she had been wearing earlier to her feet.

Carefully, never taking her eyes off the creature in front of her, Emma leaned down to pick up her shirt. It was clean. The blood that had been on it was completely gone. "How did-"

"It get clean?" The Trickster interrupted again. "Simple. I can make things appear out of thin air, remember? Including copies of myself. As soon as I made the body disappear, every part of it was gone. Including it's blood. Nifty, huh?" He smirked, clearly proud of himself. Emma wasn't paying attention. She was too busy pulling the clock out of the wall. She threw it as hard as she could at his head, keeping ahold of the plug. It hit him straight between his eyes.

"Hey! Ow!" He looked shocked. He hadn't been prepared for that, obviously. 'Well, to be fair, would anyone be prepared to be hit with a clock radio?' Emma thought, pulling the clock back towards her. She "Is that the kind of thanks I get for saving your life?"

It was Emma's turn to be shocked. "You're joking right? How exactly did you save my life?"

The Trickster raised his eyebrows. "I could have let the bat boy finish the job. But I vaporized him, remember?"

"That so does not count as saving my life, seeing as you were the one who set him loose on him and my brothers. In addition to two freakishly strong hoe-bags, and a pissed off giant with a chainsaw."

He shrugged. "I was just trying to defend myself. Like I told your brother, I didn't want to hurt any of you. I liked you guys. Still do."

"Sure you do. You do know that my brothers and I will find a way to kill you, right?"

"Maybe. But not tonight." When Emma tried to throw the clock again, the Trickster easily grabbed it. He yanked it out of her hands, forcing her forward a few steps. Which unfortunately caused her robe to slip more than a little bit. Emma righted herself and the robe quickly, blushing furiously. The Trickster smirked again. Emma clenched her fists. She hated herself, but she really didn't want to kill him. At all. Even if he was an arrogant jerk who killed people. But he had to be stopped, no matter how she personally felt.

"That's what you think." She turned and sprinted to the door. When she reached it, she turned around to try to fend off the Trickster, who was obviously going to try to stop her from leaving.

He wasn't. He was still on the bed, except now he was actually lying down, his arms folded behind his head. Emma was confused. He didn't even look worried. 'Oh my god! Why's he-he- he's CLOSING HIS EYES!' Emma glared at him. She needed to get her brothers in here. But when she opened the door, she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Are you ready to talk civilly now?" The Trickster asked dryly.

Author's note- Sorry for the cliff hanger guys! But don't worry, a new chapter will be up tomorrow!

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