The Downpour.
Macy's. [Chapter Twenty-One]
Takes place in Season One, Episode Ten (Object Impermanence) of MTV's Teen Wolf.
Emily roughly dragged both her hands through her hair, feeling feeble and absolutely distraught. Every single one of her senses and powers were heightened to their peak that the picture frames, pencil pots, really anything on a surface were trembling. Her head was swirling with emotions that weren't even hers, they were coming from people all over Beacon Hills, and she just wanted to break down. But she couldn't. Not with Peter around. After, she promised herself, when he's dead then she'll have a full, long over-due breakdown. She'll go somewhere with no living species for a few miles radius somewhere within the States, and have a massive breakdown. A full scale breakdown with temperamental screaming that made the ground tremble, her power radiating off her in massive waves, quivering the trees that would surround her.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Emily jumped, her heart racing with fear at the voice that somehow got into her room. She spun around, silently hoping it was Derek. Sadly, it was the other Hale in her life, the ball of complete and utter sunshine, Mr. Peter Hale.
"I'm thinking about how damn good your intestines will feel squashed up in my hands after I pull them out while you're still alive. Well, I was more fantasizing about it." Peter fake gasped, holding a hand to his heart.
"You are incredibly rude when you're upset. Care to tell little old me about it?" He taunted, lounging himself across her bed like it was his own room.
"I have to admit, Peter, your age jokes are getting incredibly boring." Emily muttered, opening her window wide with wishful thinking that maybe –
"Derek won't take time out his day to come visit you, Emily." Peter muttered. "I haven't seen him look this pissed off about something in all the time that I've known him for. Thick as thieves, we were." He mused, scrunching his nose up at the pile of books lying on her bedside table. Emily felt her heart sink; those were her book that Derek and her almost had sex on. Thos were the books that she got library fines and personally written letters for, the personally written letters that made Derek laugh. Those were the books that held happy memories with the boy she really, really liks that she would probably never experience again.
"You've ruined my life, you know." Emily muttered bitterly, turning around to look out her window, tears stinging the inside of her eyelids.
"I know." Peter stated smugly. "I could feel your pathetic emotions from the boys' locker rooms at your school. Scott is such a nice young individual, isn't he? Stiles is too, I suppose, a little scrawny, but I can change that." That was it; Emily had had enough of Peter's crap. She turned around slowly, her eyes dark and glinting with pure evilness. Peter's smug smile faltered slightly. Quickly, Emily brought up her hand, balling it into a tight fist. Peter's eyes widened, his face quickly grew red and his hands flew to his throat as he gasped for air. "E –Em-ily." He rasped, his face on the verg of turning purple.
"You're a bastard, Peter, and bastards like you deserve to –"
"Stop doing whatever the hell you're doing to my uncle or I will not hesitate to rip your still beating heart straight out of your chest." If possible, Emily's heart sank even lower. Derek, her Derek¸ was taking the side of the uncle that turned himself into a fully blown murderer, sort of took part in making him the most wanted fugitive in the entire state instead of her. The girl that made him feel like he did before the entire Kate thing, the girl that was his literal soul mate, the girl that made him feel comfortable, something he hadn't felt in a while. Out of pure shock, Emily's fist relaxed and Peter was able to breathe again.
"That's –That's a smart. Changing alliances to join the guy that killed your sister, real –real smooth." Derek gritted his teeth, glowering at the back of Emily's head.
"It was an accident. It happens." He grit out, moving past her to help his uncle.
"Oh, an accident, is that the pathetic excuse he came up with? That he killed Laura by accident?" Emily let out a humourless laugh. "And when was the last time you killed someone by accident? When was the last time you turned around, cutting someone in half because it was an instinct?" Emily could tell that even Derek thought that it didn't add up and this pleased her greatly. "Come on, Derek. You're a smart person. Even you can –"
"Don't you dare tell me what I'm capable of!" Derek yelped "I know myself what Peter's done. But Peter doesn't lie. You, on the other hand, do." Derek roughly pulled Peter up, whispering lowly; "I don't know what inspired you to come here, but I need you not to do it again." Peter huffed, climbing through the window first.
"You need not worry, Nephew, if this is the kind of hospitality I get when round at the Evans' I'll be sure not to make the mistake of returning, ever again."
"What a shame." Emily hissed. "I was enjoying your company." With one last smirk, Peter jumped out the window, closely followed by Derek. In a flurry of blind rage, Emily swept her hand across her chest of drawers, sliding everything off. She let out a high pitched wail, picking up a perfume bottle from the floor and throwing it at the mirror that hung about it. It shattered loudly, sharp shards of the mirror clattering to the ground, embedding itself into the carpet. She knew for a fact that all three of the werewolves in Beacon Hills were bound to hear her. Her hands began to tremble madly in her hands and she could no longer hold back her tears. Quickly, she reached for her phone, sending on simple message; Meet at the Macy's. Super important. Don't question. –Emily xo
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"Macy's, Emz, really? Why couldn't it be somewhere manlier like Wal-Mart or Target?" Emily smiled, wrapping Stiles in a tight hug. "Oh, uh –okay. Hugging it is then." Slowly, Stiles wrapped his arms around Emily's waist awkwardly. "Who –Emily, are you –are you crying?" Emily sniffled a small sob, tightening her grip on him.
"I –I'm sorry." She croaked. "They –They always say hugs make you cry, I –I just never believed it." Emily pulled back, wiping away her tears.
"I –I'm not that good on the feely stuff, but I'm willing to listen to what has gotten you so upset if you, uh, want to?" Emily gave a watery smile, shaking her head.
"It's an incredibly long story that I'd rather leave untouched."
"Summary? Would –Would you be willing to give that?" Stiles asked hopefully. Emily raised her eyebrows, wondering why he was questioning her. She honestly thought he'd be a little grateful with her decline, what happened to the whole 'not good with emotions' thing? "Uh, Scott kinda heard you scream earlier, well, he kind of described it as a very loud cry. And really, you're one of the strongest people I know, and, uh, I don't really think that's like you…" Stiles rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Thank you for thinking that, but half of the time, I don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing. I –I was crying because I'm weak. Because I am turning to a fifteen and sixteen year old for help. Because I am so abnormal that I can't even murder myself. Do –Do you know how crazy that is? What –What did I do to deserve this? I –I handed in all my homework on time, I –I was kind to everyone, I –I split my food with people I didn't even know! Wh –Why –I –I'm sorry, I –I have to go." Emily, in floods of tears, ran out the store, her jaw clenched and only one thing on her mind.
She was going to murder both of the Hales and nothing was going to stop her.
Well, I feel like that's a good place to stop. Short, I know but I don't think that writing anymore will keep you all ion your toes like this ending will. I don't know when I'll next be updating because I've just started my fourth year of academy and this is when exams will start and I, unfortunately, will be setting the highest level that anyone in my year can do *sigh*. Weekends will most likely be the time though and exams aren't until February. Tell me what you think of this chapter, please? Not my favourite, but it shows Emily's slightly psychotic side.