Emma took deep breaths as she could feel the life beginning to slip away from her while her blood continued to run down her arms and from her knife wound. She could feel her insides growing colder by the minute and almost hear the clock ticking away as her life was coming to a close. Being strapped up didn't make her death any easier as she felt like she was the bait but couldn't allow herself to believe the words of the woman before her.
"They won't let you get away with this," Emma informed unsure of who she was trying to convince, herself or the red headed woman before her.
"They won't have a choice, hun. Right about now Jesse and Brennan are unconscious and a wounded Shalimar is fighting to make here way here and rescuer her love, Lara that is. My plans for you have worked perfect so far, infecting you with uncontrollable impulses, letting you connect to Brennan at just the right time causing you to leave Sanctuary. I knew you'd try to reach him again and sure enough you did and the fact it sent you hurling into the ground was just perfect. I had you in my custody right away. You've played right into my hands from the start. And now I'm gonna get to watch you die and Shalimar realize she's lost the person she loves more than anything. Nothing will make me happier."
"She won't," Emma protested, sounding a bit weaker now as her pain was increasing.
"Really?" The woman asked in disbelief. "Her instincts and impulses running on high, her love for Lara, your betrayal, the knowledge she can only save one of you and you being half dead already. I don't think you've got a winning hand here, Emma."
As the woman stood before her keeping an eye on the psionic she walked closer to her at the sight of her growing weaker.
"Don't worry, Emma, you won't die yet. You have just enough time left to watch Shalimar rescue Lara which will instantly kill you thanks to my boyfriend's little necklace there."
The woman's triumphant smile only further worried the psionic and before she had a second to process the information the red head before her was locking lips with a dark haired man who seemed familiar to her even though she could only see the back of his head and her hands wrapped around it.
When the two had enjoyed each other's kisses enough Emma watched as they pulled apart, a grin still evident on the red headed woman's face. Emma's eyes widened as the man turned so she might take in the shocking sight as she was sure it couldn't be him. He was dead wasn't he?
"Caleb?" she asked furling her brow as she tried to contemplate how the vampiric mutant was still alive.
"Not quite," the man replied approaching the psionic. "His brother, Matthew," he answered before slapping the psionic.
Emma lifted her head again having to use nearly all her remaining strength to do so and looked at the woman before her.
"Felicia, why…why are you…" she trailed off as she contemplated why Shalimar's ex girlfriend would be with the brother of the mutant who'd killed her. Emma had never even met the red head before today only seen a couple pictures of her in one of Shalimar's old photo albums and the thought of the two working together baffled her.
"Because of Shalimar! She ruined everything! This is all her fault! Why do you think I sent Caleb after you in the first place? Did you think he was interested in you because you're such a great catch? Shalimar broke my heart and all I wanted was to do the same to her so I sent Caleb after you so she could see what it's like to lose someone she loves. But she ruined that and killed him in the process and quite a few of my friends last time I sent them after you. Now we just want vengeance. I want Shalimar to suffer the same way she's made me suffer."
"This has all been your fault? You're responsible for everything?"
"No, Emma, you are. If you had just stayed dead in the first place none of this would've happened! If Shalimar hadn't interfered with my plans twice now we wouldn't be here would we? This is all your fault!" Felicia screamed and sliced at the psionic's arms once more before Matthew grabbed her hands and lowered them.
"No more, honey, we don't want her to die before the feral gets here. She has to see it," he reminded. He grinned and kissed her neck lightly bringing a satisfied, evil smile to her angry face.
"You're right. I want her conscious for her death."
Felicia's grin at the psionic sent shivers up her spine and indented more fear into her already pain ridden blue eyes.
With the church in sight Shalimar continued sprinting towards her destination. She knew it wouldn't be that easy however and before she knew it four men had surrounded her and were beginning to attack the fired up feral. Shalimar sighed at the sight determined not to be slowed down by the goons. One strike of her fist was enough to send two of them to the ground without the option to get up. A jump into the air with a spinning kick was all it took to floor the remaining men before she continued across the pavement and grass. Passing the large sign on the yard her anger peeked more at the sight of the letters reading, "Welcome Shalimar," and she gritted her teeth as she approached the church doors.
Kicking the doors they flew open, slamming against the wall of the church. Feral eyes quickly scanned the room for any enemies and turned up empty. Satisfied she was alone, Shalimar began to run forwards towards the alter, ignoring the pain from her right shin as blood continued to drip down her leg staining her socks as it was soaked up.
Upon reaching the alter it was clear to her that no one was in the room though her feral senses were picking up the trail of who'd recently been there. Her feral eyes locked onto the footprints on the floor, the scent of Emma and blood filled the air and Shalimar tracked the footprints to a trap door in the floor before lifting the handle and climbing down the staircase. Though she was unsure of what she'd find she knew she couldn't turn back when it came to the psionic and the fearless feral quickly made her way down the ladder steps.