Hours later Emily was cleaning her already immaculate cell when Pat came to the door. Frowning down at Emily's odd behaviour, Pat closed the door behind her before addressing the younger woman.
'What are you doing?' She demanded confused 'This cell is already immaculate.'
'OCD.' Replied Emily simply scrubbing the area Pat just walked as Pat sat on the end of her bed. 'Helps me relax.' She explained. As Emily stood up she flinched involuntarily as she brushed her whip marks. She had been very harsh on herself, angry she hadn't kept control. Pat noticed this, scowling at the brutality of the Catholic faith. Looking around satisfied Emily sat down further up the bed from Pat fiddling awkwardly with her crucifix. Noticing this Pat looked down at the crucifix, reminding herself that this woman wasn't available. Already married to God, she thought bitterly.
'Why do you do that to yourself?' She asked grimly indicating Emily's back. Emily smiled sadly a hundred reasons coming to her head. In the end she just shrugged. 'Are you ok?' Pat asked daring to move a lot closer to the ginger woman, not going unnoticed by Emily. She snorted in response to the dumb question.
'I'm twenty seven, locked away from fifteen years or more and already on report on my second day.' She replied, answering the dumb question.
'Yer I heard, Buxton right?' Pat said continuing when Emily nodded in response. 'They say it looked like you flung her across the garden' stated Pat looking disbelieving at the young nun's petit figure. When Emily didn't reply Pat realised wasn't going to get an answer to this question from the nun she went on 'What did Buxton want anyway?' She asked thinking she may get an answer to this. To her surprise Emily sighed. 'What?'
'She thinks' began Emily 'that you and me are…involved' she said blushing slightly at the suggestion 'And that you would be rather upset…if she had beaten me up' she explained trying to control the blush spreading across her whole body. Pat looked away awkwardly, trying to disguise her own blush.
'Well…' she began eventually 'We both know that's rubbish, with your beliefs and all' Pat said awkwardly.
'What, that you and I are involved or that you would be rather upset if she had beaten me up?' Challenged Emily looking Pat full in the face. Stumbling slightly, Pat replied.
'Course I would of cared if she'd beaten you up.' Pat stated defensively 'I meant the involved part, as you said before it's against your beliefs. Isn't it?' Pat challenged moving close to Emily's side. Emily felt her current flow into the side she could feel Pat close to, unable to look her in the face anymore.
'It is.' Emily said swallowing slightly 'But it's not the only reason. It's complicated.' Emily said defiantly still refusing to look at Pat. She's too close, thought Emily panic rising, I can't do this. As she felt Pat move right up to her Emily felt Pat's hand contact her chin, Pat flinching as she got a weak static shock to her hand. Pulling her chin up Emily was made to look into Pat's face blinking when she saw how close Pat was. Feeling Pat's breath on her face Emily paled as Pat moved to kiss her. 'Don't.' Emily whispered in a high pitched tone. Pulling away she stood backing to the chest of drawers.
'Why not? Tell me' said Pat confused. Emily looked at her, emotion threatening to overcome her. She wanted to explain, but she couldn't. Could she?
'Can you keep a secret?' Asked Emily quietly, her mind warning her not to do this, she barely knew this woman. But she had to tell someone, the other part of her mind contradicted, and something about this woman made her feel safe. Pat frowned slightly, wondering where this was going.
'Of course.' She replied, surprised as Emily moved to the cell door. After all it was already shut. Unknown to her Emily moved her wrist discreetly turning the lock within the door with her magnetism.
'Not like anyone else's. You have to promise not to breathe a word, not to anyone' Emily said returning to sand in front of Pat, emotion warring on her face. Pat looked into her eyes, seeing extreme fear in them. She nodded curiosity building within her. 'I can't tell you.' Said Emily continuing quickly as Pat began to protest 'But I can show you. Promise me you won't freak out.' Demanded Emily squeakily, her fear almost making her make up a story to cover this up.
'I won't.' Promised Pat, almost leaning forward. Backing into the corner away from anything Emily raised her hands in front of her, muttering a prayer to God for forgiveness before sparking her hands to life with electrical arches. Pat stared open mouthed at the impossible display she was witnessing. Shooting up she backed afraid up against the door. This couldn't be happening, it wasn't possible. Turning her hands Emily joined the two arches across both her hands, tensing to make them brighter. Seeing Pat's fear she closed her palms putting out the arches. Moving forward her face fell as Pat tried unsuccessfully to exit through the cell door.
'You promised you wouldn't freak out.' Cried Emily moving forward to the middle of the cell as Pat tried to pull the locked door open again. 'I locked it.' Explained Emily sadly 'I didn't want anyone walking in.'
'How do you…?' Asked Pat staring at Emily's lowered hands as Pat backed into the opposite corner of the cell.
'I don't know exactly.' Said Emily on the verge of crying. 'I can control it mostly, it's just when I'm angry or afraid I sometimes can't control it. I never meant to hurt anyone.' Pat tried to calm herself, now understanding how the nun had committed her crime.
'That man, he made you afraid?' Pat asked.
'He tried to rape me.' Emily said tears now running down her face 'I lashed out…I was afraid, I never meant to hurt him!' Pat stared, everything suddenly making sense.
'And Buxton…?' Pat left the sentence hanging briefly 'She made you angry?' Pat stared as Emily nodded. This was insane thought Pat, it couldn't be real. Both of them looked up as someone outside tried to open the door, shouting when they realising that they couldn't. Emily stood rapidly, moving towards the cell door as they could hear Hollamby getting more and more agitated as she tried to force the door open. Pat stared as Emily twisted her wrist and heard the lock click. What other unnatural powers did she have? Opening the cell door they looked out to see Hollamby in the state of rage.
'Hand them over!' Demanded Hollamby stretching her hand out.
'What?' Asked Emily faking innocence.
'The keys you've nicked! This door was locked!' Shouted Hollamby as Emily looked blankly at her.
'No it wasn't it must have just been stiff, it's an old door after all' Emily lied, touching her crucifix subconsciously hoping God would forgive her for this. 'I don't have any keys; you can search if you want, though it will be a waste of time.' Pat stared at the nun, noticing again that she was fiddling with her crucifix when she was anxious. Hollamby stared at the nun, thinking rapidly before concluding it wasn't worth searching.
'Fine. Bed.' Said Hollamby indicating Pat before turning away. Emily looked nervously across at Pat, who continued to stare at her before edging carefully around the nun and leaving the cell. Closing the door after her, Emily knelt before her crucifix praying to God for Pat to understand and accept her. Give her time; thought Emily, I'm sure she will come round once it sinks in. Who wouldn't be a bit scared if a seemingly normal person suddenly reveals she can control the electric field? Rising from her kneeling position, Emily crawled into bed, her thoughts spinning round the secret she had just revealed.
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Light poured into Emily's cell, waking her from her uneasy slumber. Bolting upright the revelations the night before came back like a flash to her. The moment of panic caused sparks to issue from her hands, and everything metal to slide towards her. Cool it; she thought quickly, no need to cause a fuss. What's done is done. Once her cell had been unlocked she rushed down the stairs, ignoring the fact she kept getting stuck to the metal bars.
Reaching the dining area she calmed herself seeing Pat wasn't there yet. Taking deep breathes she stood in line, ensuring her magnetic field was completely lowered as she approached the serving area. Reaching the Julies, she was surprised to see they seemed to be staring at her. Oh no, she thought panicking, had Pat told them? Her fork slid across her tray before she controlled herself, despite the panic rising within her.
'Yes?' She inquired casually as she could to their wide-eyed gaze. Blinking as they realised their impolite stares they resumed their work.
'We…erm. .heard about you and Buxton.' Julie J said, Emily noting the reflecting the forced casual tone.
'Yer?' Replied Emily raising her eyebrows in question, as the Julies looked between each other. 'What about it?'
'Um…we don't know exactly what you did, but whatever it was its really put Buxton's nose out of joint.' Said Julie S breathlessly. Something clicked in Emily's brain, this was admiration.
'Oh. It was nothing really, just a natural reflex.' Said Emily, knowing this was all too true.
'Well, whatever good on ya girl' said Julie J, serving her extra bacon. Turning Emily, pulled a bemused face. She hadn't been expecting that. Looking up her smile vanished, seeing Pat come into the dining area, freezing when she saw Emily. As their eyes meet, Pat could see a pleading look in Emily's eyes, begging her to understand. Moving slowly Pat moved to the queue, Emily sighing resignedly, sinking into a seat of the table they had sat the day before. What seemed hours later Pat had collected her breakfast and after a long pause she moved to sit with Emily.
'Morning.' Said Emily carefully, getting a grunt in reply. There was a long awkward silence as Emily struggled to think of what to say. Nobody ever showed you how to approach explaining you had unnatural powers. 'Pat…' Emily whispered, reaching across to take Pat's hand. Pat stiffened now knowing why the hairs on her arm stood on end. Looking up slowly she meet Emily's eyes, seeing fear behind her eyes, more than Pat felt herself. Overnight Pat had concluded that the young nun meant no harm; she was just a lost little girl afraid of what she could do, or what would be done to her if society found out. Clearing her throat Pat attempted to put all this into words.
'Jesus you two get a room.' Buxton said appearing out of nowhere. Pat flinched as she felt an increase in current running beside her hand before Emily jerked her hand back and leant away.
'Go away.' Ordered Emily, determined not to react this time.
'Or what?' Challenged Buxton watching Emily closely. 'You somehow going to throw me ten feet again freak? Maybe we'll get to see your secret.' Emily stiffened at the last bit, standing up rapidly picking her tray up. 'Oil! Where you going?' Demanded Natalie stepping in front of the young nun blocking her way.
'Away from you.' Stated Emily trying to step round Natalie. Side stepping in the way Natalie smirked as she saw Emily's temper rising. Looking quickly at Emily Pat sensed a need to prevent Natalie's taunts or Emily's secret may be revealed despite herself.
'Piss off Buxton.' Snapped Pat rising to stand alongside the two women. Natalie looked round at Pat sneering.
'Aww, coming to protect your girlfriend?' Taunted Natalie making Emily flush angrily. Watching the angry face as she walked away placing her tray down Natalie could see that she was almost at breaking point. 'Isn't your God here to protect you?' Continued Natalie lapping up the effect she was having. 'Or has he abandoned you due to your sinful fanny licking?'
Suddenly there was a strong wind that blew through Emily's hair, the rest of the wing feeling its chill. Seeing red Emily couldn't control it as electricity issued from her clutched fists and began to twist in arches around her whole body. Everyone stared opened mouthed as this unnatural scene unfolded. The smirk on Natalie's face was quickly replaced by wide eyed fear as she saw the young nun's temper visible in the brightness of the electricity circling her. Natalie's eyes widened further as she saw that Emily's eyes were fixed on her, knowing that surely it was her she would lash out on. Emily tensed, shaking as her rage boiled away inside, making her electric field increase, starting to fork outwards from her.
'What are you doing freak?' Shrieked Natalie her voice filled with fear. Her anger only heightened by this comment the forking from her ring of electricity increased as everyone screamed running for cover. Pat watched on, fear for herself meet with fear for the poor woman struggling to control her temper. Pat darted forward, dodging in and out of the forks of electricity that were issuing from the young nun.
'Emily! Calm down!' Shouted Pat coming up right beside the nun. Looking into her face Pat could see Emily eyes were fixed on Buxton, as her hair wiped around her face. Tensing completely Emily shut her eyes as she pulled her arms fiercely into her chest, her anger climaxing forming a solid ball of electricity before exploding outwards. A solid wall of electricity issued from her chest in a sphere shape as it widened in a split second sending everyone it hit flying. Pat was thrown across the room, landing with a crack at the servery door; Natalie was thrown back against the metal gate leading to the stairs before Emily finally removed the electric field around her. Opening her eyes Emily looked around her at the scene of devastation, everybody around her lay unconscious, the only ones who weren't stood at the other end of the wing, still looking frazzled. Slowly the bodies round her began to stir, but as Emily looked across she saw Pat wasn't moving.
'Pat!' Emily shouted darting across to the still woman. Reaching down Emily felt sick as she picked up no pulse. 'No!' She screamed shaking Pat fiercely. People began gathering around the young nun nervously beginning to understand what had happened. Taking Pat's limp hand to her lips holding on tightly, Emily muttered a pray realising what she had to do. Forming a small arch of electricity in her palm Emily pushed her hand down on Pat's chest. Pat's body jolted as the electricity made contact but no pulse returned to her. Trying again, Emily increased the arch slightly before contacting Pat's chest again. Repeating this again and again Emily began to cry silently 'Please Pat come back to me…' she whispered into the brunette's ear before contacting the other woman's chest for a fifth and final time. This time as Pat's body jolted Emily felt a weak pulse in Pat's wrist. As Pat began to breathe strained breath she slowly opened her eyes to look at the scene around her. Pat stirred feebly, feeling like she had been hit by a ten truck bus.
'I'm so sorry' whimpered Emily, tears now flowing uncontrolled down her cheeks.
'You…really are…going to be the death of me' gasped Pat before lapsing into unconsciousness. Emily smiled down at the unconscious woman, sure now she was going to be ok. Her happiness didn't last long though, as she looked up at all the terrified faces around her. They knew her secret. Opening her mouth Emily thought desperately of something to say. Before words could form though there was a cry from the metal gate. Looking over Emily paled as she saw Natalie, her face covered in blood which she seemed to be coughing up. Hollamby went to the blonde woman's side, shaking as she began to radio for an ambulance.
'No!' Shouted Emily before Hollamby could speak, immense static started coming from the radio as Emily tensed. Everyone flinched away as she spoke, clearly still very afraid of the nun. As Hollamby looked alarmed down at Natalie Emily continued to explain. 'Let me have a look at her…then you can radio for an ambulance.'
Moving to Natalie's side the barely conscious woman squirmed as the nun knelt beside her looking down at her.
'Hush, I'm not going to hurt you.' Said Emily continuing in answer to Natalie's accusing glare. 'By the looks of it you're not gonna live much longer if you don't let me look at you.' She snapped her glare matching the blonde's. Reluctantly Natalie stopped moving to let Emily listen to her heart beat. 'By the looks of it one of the arteries to you heart has been knocked out of place, and the blood from your heart is flowing into the wrong part of your lungs.' She said looking worried despite her attempt to mask it. 'I'm going to try and push it back into place.' She raised her voice to tell the gathered crowd then turned back to the petrified Natalie. Muttering a prayer Emily concentrated as she formed her arch of electricity before striking it into a specific spot on Natalie's chest…
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