Chapter Nine: And it's Not the Good Kind
"Ellie's already talking in there Emma. It's all a matter of who speaks first, who's willing to make a deal." Mandy pressed as Emma looked around, confused. She had a huge hang-over from the night before and she had no idea what she was going to do or say. This all involved too much thinking …and Ellie was always better at that than she was.
"What does Ellie have to do with me?" She wondered, playing the stupid card.
"We have evidence … we know about the tape with Craig. We know everything."
"So why am I here?" Emma asked slyly, wishing that she was being questioned by the hotter one, but this Mandy person would do.
"So this is how I see it." Evan began. "I'm guessing that Emma came up with the idea. She had a rough break-up with Sean, and couldn't take it when he came back to you, and then to Kendra. She needed revenge, and recruited you for that—but only for her own interests. She always was a little narcissistic." Evan smiled as though he knew everything already.
"And where are you going with this?" Ellie questioned, purposely wearing long sleeves today to cover up her scars from when she used to cut. She didn't want them connecting her to whatever "profile" this murderer was supposed to have.
"I'm just saying that if you will just tell me what you really know … all you know, you might not see prison time. Only the person that actually killed someone will get the prison time." Evan elaborated as Ellie shrugged.
"Why don't you tell me what you think went down." She suggested.
"I'm thinking that it was Ellie." Mandy continued, while Evan said the exact opposite.
"I bet it was Emma. You were too smart to leave behind evidence, and then to murder that Mason girl right in front of us."
"And then there was the puke sample. We know all about that." Evan looked at Ellie closely, looking for any sign of change in her mood or movements.
"What puke?" She gave in, suddenly interested.
"Well, it seems that whoever dumped Kendra for dead threw up and we got a sample of that."
"But that doesn't mean anything. Those woods are well-crossed over." Ellie protested. "And we don't have crime technology like that in this city."
"Looks like we found it. Would you like to know the results?"
"Ellie's in there, she told us about how you've been stalking her. She says this whole fiscal was your idea." Mandy smiled. "Is that true?"
"Of course not. I don't know what you're talking about." Emma lied as Mandy shrugged and walked towards the door.
"Wait a minute. Come here." She whispered, looking around at an empty room, unaware of the fact that their entire questioning was being taped.
"Okay." Mandy smiled as she began to read the Miranda Rights. "You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say and do--"
"That's enough." Ms. Nelson walked into the room, cradling her daughter as Emma pushed her off.
"Come on mom."
"So this is it." Emma smiled nervously as she and Ellie sat across from one another. Taking out an old rusty box, she handed Ellie a knife, careful to give her the sharp one. All she could think about now was the fact that she had given the police her story and … all she had to do was get rid of Ellie. Two months ago, the thought of Ellie being dead would kill her, but not tonight. Not after she had betrayed her.
Reciting a few words that glorified the act of suicide, both girl's pressed the knives against their wrists. Emma hesitated as she watched a thin stream of blood appear on Ellie's arm.
"Let me see your knife." Ellie demanded suddenly as Emma froze.
"Come on Elle."
"Give it to me." Emma handed Ellie the knife, as Ellie discovered that it wasn't even real. "You were going to watch me slit my wrists? Backstabber." Ellie held the knife up to Emma's throat contemplating what to do next.
Almost on cue, she heard a car pull into the abandoned house they always hung out at.
"Go ahead. Kill me. You've already taken away my spirit anyway." Emma pressed.
"You're the one that slept with Craig." Ellie shot back.
"Just do it. Do it. Do it!" Emma yelled as Ellie noticed Mandy coming into the house. She turned the knife back to her wrist.
"This is the only way we can have justice." Ellie forced false tears out of her eyes, as Mandy yelled.
"No. This isn't the way Ellie. Come with me." Ellie dropped the knife and rushed to Mandy's side, but Emma intercepted.
"No. I will not let you chose another person over me." Emma grabbed the knife as both girls began to struggle with it.
"Don't do this Emma." Ellie pleaded as Emma shook her head furiously.
"I won't live without you. I won't do it!" She yelled. Ellie was the only person that she could run to for real love … when she needed someone to hug her or just tell her that she meant something. And she wasn't going to let that go.
"No!" Ellie shouted back.
In a fit of confusion, Emma crumpled to the floor with a sick, sad smile on her face. "I … love …" Her voice trailed off as Ellie was left with the murder weapon in her hand. Falling to her knees, she looked down at Emma's lifeless body.
This wasn't how this was supposed to happen. Not like this. Not with Mandy standing right there. "No!" She yelled, rushing towards Mandy with the knife. She was the last thing standing between Ellie and total freedom, total retribution. Confused and all alone, Ellie was no longer thinking straight. She didn't care what happened to her. She'd lost a sister over nothing and someone was going to pay.
"Ellie!" Mandy yelled, looking away and shooting twice before she heard Ellie's body fall to the ground with a jolt. And it was all over.
(A/N: I know the ending was a little disappointing, but I didn't want to make it exactly like the movie. Just watch Murder By Numbers with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Gosling, and you'll see what I mean. It's kind of ironic that I even did this story because me and my sister make fun of the movie all the time. I hoped you liked it for what it was worth and make sure to check out "Double Standard." Chapter five has just much drama as this entire story, if not more! Also, I'm back from vacation and will bemaking a sequel to "WildHorses" sostay tuned.Much love. –NL)
