Hello everyone. I'm sorry for the late update again but to make up to you guys this chapter is going to be twice as long as usual. Thanks again for sticking with me and Emma and Matt. P.S. Daredevil belongs to Marvel and 'Straight for the Knife' belongs to Sia.

"You were charming, until you saw your chance to kill/ You went straight for the knife."- 'Straight for the Knife' by Sia

"Lester what is this?" I asked not looking at the box or him just staring blankly at the wall behind him. I took one step back and behind my back I inserted my key into the door.

"This is to show you what I have been doing for you. For us." He explained smiling and taking one step forward. I turned the key slowly until I felt lock open.

"Look Lester I need to get into my apartment I'll see you later, okay." I tried to move around to make it to my door. I managed to put my hand on the door knob before Lester grabbed me. I gasped but tried not look too scarred I didn't want to freak him out.

"Emma, what's wrong? I thought you'd be happy and you don't look happy." His grip tighten on my shoulder as he talked. I felt his eyes on the back of my head begging me to look at him. I turned around but I didn't want to look at him.

"I am happy. Grateful even for what you did but I really need to get inside my apartment, okay?" I said looking at the wall behind him hoping he'd take the bait. His hand loosed slowly until it was gone from my shoulder. I calmed down slightly but his grip left an unpleasant impression on my shoulder.

"Okay you'll come by my store later so we can talk about this and us." Even though his words were meant to be nonchalant, the command behind them was clear.

"Of course. See ya." As soon as I was done talking I turned the knob and slammed my door tight. I quickly closed every lock on the door and stepped back. My body was shacking and I was gasping for air and sweat dripped from my head. I tried to relax my breathing to calm myself down. I kept telling myself that I was safe and nothing could get me now that I'm home.

'Except Lester.' Said a soft voice in my head. No that's not true. He can't get in and he won't. Even as I said this I made no movement from where I stood I was too scarred. Lester was supposed to be my friend, someone I could trust instead all I had to do was remember what was in that box. I shacked myself at this trance wake up being helpless and scarred won't help me. I had to get a grip or else Lester will stay in my head forever. I certainly don't want that.

"Shower. I need a shower." I said quietly to myself as I walked to the bathroom not before doubling checking the locks. I turned on the facet and started to undress. I looked at the mirror noticing all the marks Matt left on my body. Kissing marks of course. Hickeys if you want to make sound like we're eight grade. I smiled at my reflection keeping Lester and his box at bay from my thoughts. Once the water turned hot I stepped in letting the water and soap wash all that could from my body. If only they could do the same for my mind.

I redressed as soon as the shower was over from habit of quickly getting dressed in case Reid opens my bedroom door. Seriously the man has no sense of privacy, his girlfriend may live here but I do too. I picked out the cropped sweat shirt from Liv's side (it's my favorite sweat shirt ever) and my yoga pants (from that time I tried going to the gym). Walked over to my desk and let what had just happened with Lester sink in.

I needed to call someone for help but who? The police they'll want proof of what Lester did and I don't think he'll be too keen on showing the cops what's in his box. Maybe I can call that detective friend of Matt and Foggy. I only meet him once but he seemed like a good guy.

'That's the same thing you thought about Lester and look where that got you.' Whispered the quiet voice in my head. I shivered at that thought.

There has to be someone I can call someone who isn't my friend (like Foggy or Liv) and someone who isn't my boyfriend (Matt). I can't get them involved. A sinking feeling hits me when I realized I had gotten them involved. Lester has met all my friends before, he knows where I work and live thanks to me and his free delivery service. Looking back I know I should have known something was off, heck I should have known something off with Lester when I meet him. He just seemed so normal to me.

'Okay Emma enough self-pity. That didn't help with Peter and that won't help with Lester. You need to get off this bed and go see the detective for help.' I thought as I moved my butt off my bed, grabbed my bag, put on my coat and headed out the door. I checked to see if Lester was lingering in the hallways before I walked out the door.

I made it to the police station but Matt's friend was busy with a suspect and I wasn't comfortable telling someone else what had just happened. I walked out of the station just about declaring myself the most unlucky girl ever when I heard a smooth, velvety voice call my name.

"Emma, is that you?" I turned to see the last face I wanted to see. That's not true Lester's is the last face I wanted to see.

"Hi Elecktra." I couldn't help but curse my parents for giving such an ordinary name compared to Miss Elecktra her named screamed mystery while mine was for a Grandma. Even though I knew it was Grandma Emma's dying wish to have my parents name their first girl after her.

"Oh so it is you. Where are you headed if I may ask?" She looked me up and down noticing my cropped sweatshirt peeking out from my hand-me down cotton jacket. I decided to size her up too only that left me feeling smaller in two seconds. She was wearing a deep red tailored coat, a black silk blouse peeking out with black tailored pants with heels that cost more than my rent does. In a year I bet.

"I was just headed out from seeing an old friend of Matt's at the police station." I smiled thinking she probably never met let alone knows who that friend is. Heck I bet she's never been to Muggy's.

"Oh, dectetive Brett am I right?" She smiled her Colgate commercial white smile at me. Damn how does she know him and has she been to Muggy's. Before I could I felt an unnatural chill run through my body. I turned my attention to the opposite street. I gasped seeing who was on the other side watching me.

"Emma, what is it? What's wrong?" She sounded genuinely concerned she turned her attention to where I was looking at. I was too scared to tell her to not, to tell her to run.

There on the opposite street was Lester. Lester who was stilling holding the box. Lester who had just seen me walk out of police station moments after he'd shown me what was inside the box. His face looked like of mix of rage and total disgust. And now he's seen Elecktra, I just gave him another innocent person to add his list of 'Who to Hurt to Destroy Emma.'

This is not my lucky day, God I really do have the worst luck.