Naomi sauntered towards her, her hips swinging, her eyes black and her smile glinting. She had fangs. Wait, what? Fangs? What the fuck. Emily shook her head quickly and squeezed her eyes shut, thinking that maybe if she just blinked things would go back to normal. Normal. This wasn't normal. She could fucking hear the colours around her and that sure has hell wasn't fucking normal. She felt two sets of clawed hands pushing on her shoulders and when she opened her eyes Naomi was kneeling in front of her with a wickedly curved blade and an equally sinister glint in her eyes. Emily blinked rapidly again.
Fucking hell those pills must have been cut with something. She didn't normally wig out on those things. Paid good fucking money for them, too. Saved up for ages; hid it from Katie so her twin wouldn't steal it to spend on cheap fucking booze. Saved up to buy special pills for this night, for this specific game. Just proves you can't get anything good in fucking Bristol.
She tried to run then, to get away from whatever the fuck those things, real or imagined. They grabbed at her with twisted talons and ugly sneers. Emily ripped off the mask and ran until her lungs were screaming, headlong into something cruel and ugly. She screamed and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Woah, woah, Emillio man. Alright, little red?" Emily's eyes popped open in surprise and met the slightly concerned face of one James Cook.
"I-fuck. Shit."
"Back in the real world now? You were actin' right fucking strange. Came popping up out the sewers there, yeah, then just like, froze and started mumbling to yourself like a fookin' nuttuh, then sprinted headlong into m'chest."
"Bad pills," Emily replied, still not entirely sure if she was back in the real world or not yet, but it seemed real enough. She shook her head to try and clear it.
"Who sold you them? I'll kick his arse from 'ere to next fookin' week. Shoulda come to me, Emillio. You know I can hook you up with some top notch stuff." Emily grunted non-committally and took a few deep lungfuls of night air, satisfied that both feet were planted firmly in reality, even if her head was still up in the clouds.
"Next time," Emily grumbled and accepted the flask Cook offered. She almost choked and spit the alcohol back out, but managed to swallow. Cook could get good pills, but good booze was a foreign object to him. "Did you see where Naomi went?" Cook shrugged and gestured vaguely somewhere down the street behind him.
"Dunno, babes. Saw her take off that way not too long ago." Emily bit the inside of her cheek and narrowed her eyes at the street in front of her, looking for any sign as to where her lover could have gone.