A new face after the race
Chapter 50
Previously: Lucky looked around and cursed sinisterly. Emily was gone.
(Now in Emily's point of view)
Emily stood in the open, just as Lucky instructed, keeping a sharp look around her surroundings. There was something definitely off about this area, and chances are Melissa was here in the trouble, whatever it was.
She normally would have went ahead and looked around, despite Lucky's warnings, but she knew she wasn't yet at a hundred percent and still quite vulnerable still. She rarely ever called for Lucky's protection, but she wasn't stupid either. She knew she wouldn't be as likely to fight back successfully if anything happened to her. She knew her limitations, most unfortunately.
Sometimes she wished she could be impulsive, it creates a lot of mistakes, but the deed would be done. Melissa could be found and home sleeping.
Emily studied the sky. Clouds were coming, the sun was falling, night was returning once again. A storm was approaching and forming, a big one, she could feel it.
She should be tucked in bed, on her laptop, writing up one of her papers she had to do. Melissa should be in her room, getting ready for bed. The storm would have scared her and she probably would take one of her numerous stuffed animals and walked to Jason's or her room, it always changed, mostly it was her though. She would climb in and sleep with her until the morning.
Of course, that was what should be happening, but no Melissa was still missing in action and she stuck out in the cool evening, worrying her mind away. She could do nothing about Melissa, until Lucky came back, but she really could have asked for Lucky's coat. He'd have given it up without question if she needed it. Her coat was at home, the day she was hit by the car it was too beautiful of a day to wear a coat.
Winter was coming fast and the storm was probably going to be one that canceled school and left people stranded in their homes. The last time that happened was her junior year of high school. It gave her time to study more for her finals, but on breaks she went down to find Jason by the fireplace, setting one up. Melissa was on the couch, shivering even under the wool blanket she had wrapped around her. The cold also brought some real low temperatures; she was just too distracted to notice it.
They invited her, but she declined. Brenda joined them eventually and when she snuck down to get a drink, they were all huddled around the fire, having a jolly time. Like it was Christmas.
The next time she wanted a snow storm to go down, she wished Lucky got stranded at Jason's place and had to stay the days with her. By the time she wished that, they were dating, but it never happened and she was beginning to believe it never would. However, her imagination would never let it go. It came back and haunted her even to this day. Wishful thinking, that's all it was.
She shivered. A blizzard was definitely coming, and if Lucky didn't return soon, Melissa wouldn't be found soon and they would get caught in it. A thing she didn't wish even against her enemy.
The world could be nasty, but the weather could be even more dangerous. So much could happen to you, mostly resulting in death. Once she got caught up in a thunderstorm, it was raining so hard and the rain was terrible. She really got the experience of a blind person. She was really scared too.
All her classmates got picked up and left early. Emily tried waiting it out in the entrance of school, doing her homework, but it never did. It just got worse and worse so she had to man her wits and fight the winds, little visibility, and the fear of being struck by lightening. She got lost many times, turning on the wrong streets, facing the weather head on more. She got home two hours later and got really sick as the result, but she still went to school the very next day, on the verge of collapse. No one cared though, her teacher commented on it though, but could have honestly cared less. She spent the weekend and the teacher's planning day getting over it, ruining her whole holiday. (Her mom was dead at this time).
But this was the now, the present, and this wasn't about her. It was about Melissa. Despite being scared and alone, cold and shivering, she was starting to get impatient. Lucky was taking too long and the storm and darkness was coming too fast. Melissa needed to be found and the only way that was to happen was for her to dismiss Lucky's strict instructions.
She hated to do so, but this needed to be done. Now, real urgent it was. She hoped Lucky would understand. She didn't go at first, still scared to the bone, but she took Melissa as motivation and looked around the first building on her left.
She walked in, out of the harsh wind, and that was the only good thing about the place. It freaked her out and she didn't get scared easily. She never did. Lucky tried every horror movie he could, but the result was always him getting scared. She barely flinched.
But this was reality, not fictional like the movies. Lucky never figured that because she never got scared because she knew it wasn't real, but now that was a different story.
She decided to get moving on the search, the sooner she checked it thoroughly, and the sooner she got out of here and reunited with Lucky, her protector if anything.
She looked around, but found she couldn't go past the door, so she took the coward's way out and backed out back into the open. She felt herself bump into something. Something hard and stable, she didn't find out what it was before she felt her mouth being covered and seconds later…everything went black.
A few minutes later, a frantic and worried Lucky hovered in the open where Emily should have been. He needed a plan, but he couldn't find one, couldn't think of one. Emily wouldn't have run off and went on a solo search no matter what the circumstances.
Sure she probably would have considered it, maybe even took a step or two, but never have fully gone through with it. He knew she wouldn't have.
He really shouldn't have tallied that long on the phone with Jason, or at least talked with Emily by him. He should have known this would happen.
Above him, at a partially bordered window a figure looked down and laughed evilly at the scene before him. The boyfriend was worried sick, off his game, his plan B had gone perfectly to well, plan. A door behind him shut and he turned to see his helper.
"So?" They asked. "Did the diversion I made help? Did it keep the boyfriend busy and away? Did you get her?" They continued with their questions. They needed all yeses, this was very important to them and their life.
The figure at the window smiled at her. "You can breathe easy. I've got her." He got up and away from the window, walking to the other person in the room. "Your diversion worked perfectly, and he fell for it, hook line and sinker." He allowed a laugh of pure evilness come. He loved these games he set up.
His companion smiled happily. "See, what a genius I am?" They were looking for credit.
"Yeah, pure genius, I thought your using the little sister idea was good, but the diversion one…I'd have never thought of it." He appeased her.
She smiled brightly, a bit evil, and tossed her hair. "I am, aren't I? The little sister one wasn't that hard though, but maybe some of those horror movies I saw when I was a teenager helped with the second. Distract one, separate and attack, and boy am I now glad I wore these heels. For once the sound they make was extremely useful." She thought heels were always a problem, but they looked nice and she even considered not packing any, but phase two needed them. Her feet would disagree sooner or later today though.
"So what next?" She asked eager to get this whole thing over. The sooner it is, the sooner she could get her life on track again. It had got an extra speed bump thanks to that bastard downstairs.
"Well, we have two options." He started, teasing her a bit. He liked to prolong this, but obviously his assistant wasn't that way. He wouldn't force patience on her though.
She clunked her heels on the wood impatiently, waiting for an answer that was long and delayed. "Well? What are they?" She asked, if not more impatient.
"Patience, my dear, patience is the keyword. You shall get what you want in time; you've done your part, now my part is coming, but not just now." He said patiently, calmly, probably driving his accomplice to madness most likely. But he actually liked the sound of that, in all truth.
"I don't want to wait! I want your part done, now!" She ordered as if she was the mastermind of this plan. She was obviously use to being the center of attention, and got very conceited and bossy as the result.
His eyes narrowed. No one bossed him around. He marched up to her threateningly. "I suggest you lose the attitude or else I shall work you into my plan more." He threatened her and she suggestively paled. "Good, now let's get this plain and clear. I'm the boss, the mastermind of this whole thing; you are just the accomplice, the helper. Things shall be done on my time, my rules, and my orders. Is that clear? Because if you have a problem with it, I shall find a quick solution to the problem, got it?" He said very intimidating.
He wasn't much length wise, with her in heels, but he was still quite stronger and very capable of this "promises". Now this was where her partnership was starting to turn out very wrong. Maybe this was a very bad idea now; maybe what she wanted could be worked out other ways. However, it was too late and she had to stick it out, she had to come out of this alive. The bastard's death would be regrettable, but hers was worth more than of the other.
She gulped and answered. "Yes, very clear." She reassured him, hoping he'd back down. She could be unruly if under fear and intimidation.
He smiled a crooked smile and backed off just as she had hoped. "Good, now that we have that clear, should I get down to our options?" He asked, and she nodded like a good little girl.
"Now, the first option we have is to go patronize the boyfriend. I promised revenge, and why not rubbing it in, like rubbing salt into his wounds?" He asked, and a pause followed.
She assumed this was her role now to ask what the second was, so she did as supposedly expected. "And the second option is?" She asked.
"I'm glad you asked." He taunted her. "The second option is to go introduce ourselves to our captive and leave the boy be, for the minute anyway." He explained.
She managed a smile. Confrontation was her kind of thing, now he was talking her language. "I vote for the second option myself." She volunteered.
He smiled again. "I thought you would and I have to say, even though the first one is very appealing, the second one is appealing too. I love to talk to and see my victim before I get through with them." He explained and led the way.
She followed eagerly.
Author's note: Yeah, She and he will be identified next chapter….but before that comes, any guesses on who they are?
P.S. Thanks to evil but friendly rival who helped me out, I'm having a few mentionable writing problems.