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Author : Skye [[Skuzzeh/tommykayketchup]]

Notes:

Sometimes; to adhere to Fanfiction rules, I've had to edit my stories - to see unedited versions of any of my fics please check my livejournal page; skuzzeh.

The predominantly main character in this fic is Effy– every second chapter will be from Effy's point of view; other character chapters will appear at various times.

Chapter Five; Effy

Her body jolts unconsciously.

She feels it all; she can feel it all happening again.

The rage building up inside her.

The screaming burning her ears

The tight hands on her waist pulling her backwards

The warmth of the blood on her arms; the feel of Emily's hair in her fist

The feel of Emily's ribs snapping as she kicked her over and over.

And, the voice that started all of this…

"I need you to kill Emily."

It's all too familiar.

It's all too real.

Effy jumps as she hears the deep exhale from the man across the table.

'Let's talk about your friend. James Cook.'

'What about him' Effy asked wiping the sweat from her brow.

These dreams seem to be taking over her life recently.

'He seems to think you had it in for Miss Fitch.'

'He's wrong.'

'Is he? Maybe it's a Fitch thing. You attacked her sister, Katie and left her for dead. Am I right?'

'Those charges were dropped, sir.' Effy said solemnly, mocking as she says 'sir.'

'True. We can't charge you for that. But we can use it to determine your character. Truth is Miss Stonem…you're a violent person.'

'What's the point of this interview if you've already decided I'm guilty?'

'We've not decided anything. But you not assisting us in our enquiries is beginning to hurt your case.'

'Cook doesn't know what he's on about. Why would he tell the truth? He hates me and he hated Emily.'

'He hated the victim, you claim?'

'Yeah. He wanted the one thing she had and he didn't like it.'

'What did he want?'

'Naomi.'

'Naomi Campbell, the victim's partner. Miss Campbell is also a witness to the murder.' The smaller man says to the tape.

'So you're saying James is in love with Miss Campbell.'

'Yes he was…is...'

'And then what?'

'He made a move, she said no…and that's it.'

The two men looked at each other and smiled.

'Interesting story. It's an elaborate plan, I give you that.'

'Sorry?'

'What if James Cook asked you to kill Emily? It seems to fit doesn't it? His obvious distain at being turned down by Naomi. Emily was there rubbing his nose into it…making him angrier and angrier. Plus, he doesn't seem the slightest bit upset by her death… And added to the fact that he sat there and watched it, without attempting to help…'

'You think it was Cook?'

'It makes a lot of sense, doesn't it, Elizabeth?'

'Yes, it makes sense, doesn't mean it's true though.'

'You're a murderer, Elizabeth. You're already going down. Help us and we can reduce your sentence. It's as easy as that.'

'What if Cook didn't do it? And…I tell you he did…just to get back at him. For being a total prick... What then?' Effy smiled mysteriously.

'Then you'd be a very silly girl, or a very intelligent one.'

Effy smirks; her body takes the shape of the girl she used to be.

For a minute she forgets who she is.

And what she's done.

She's just Effy.

And then it happens again.

'I need you to kill Emily.'

The voice.

Except this time it's louder; vibrating against her eardrums.

It's colder.

Harsher.

Her body begins to shake with the six words.

Her heart beat racing, faster and faster.

Her stomach clenches; feeling the burning acid rising in her throat.

Her body can't take much more.

The guilt.

The stress.

And then she blacks out.

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