After
1 hour or something
<Emma
started waking up, and she struggled with opening her eyes. Finally she opened
them, but she couldn’t move her hands. Emma realized she was on top of a bed
with her hands tied, she looks to her right and Liam is there, sitting on a
brown couch.>
Emma:
You son of a bitch!!!!!! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!!
Liam:
Geez, no need to be so loud…besides you’re not very frightening, with your
hands tied like that.
Emma:
Fine…what do you want?
Liam:
Me? I’m just a hired gun. I had to find you and…what was it? I know…kill you.
Emma:
Are you stupid? You lost a perfect chance to do it. Now you’re fucked.
Liam:
You are so funny…I have all the time in the world to kill you.
Emma: If
you think so…anyway why didn’t you do it?
Liam: I
like playing around with my prey. Besides I can’t kill someone who is not aware
that I’m doing it. I like torturing young girls like you.
Emma: I
am a trained spy; do you really think torture is going to get you anything? I
won’t shout, or cry, and I know that’s what perverts like you enjoy.
Liam:
Fine, annoying bitch. I’ll give you a quick death! Are you happy now?
Urgh…boring…
Emma: I
am superrrrrrrrrrr happy…
Liam:
Again with the funny act. Anyway I’ll come back in a second; I’m going to get
my favorite killing weapon. Talking about weapons, I’ve taken everything you
had so you won’t run away.
<Emma
knew it was true, all her knives were in her jacket, and her gun was in her
bag, the flash grenade was still in her pocket but it wouldn’t help her untie
her hands, and the only reason it was still there was because the flashbang
looks nothing like one. The only way she knew to get away was very painful, but
it was better than dying.
Emma
dislocated her wrists, and escaped the ropes; she got up and put her wrists
back in place while trying to baffle her cries of pain.
All of a
sudden Liam enters the room without nothing else to do she throws the flash
grenade; he gets disoriented and gives her a chance to escape. Emma runs past
him and gets to the door that leads outside, but when she tries opening it, she
is suddenly grabbed by her hair and she is thrown against the wall.
She
hurts her back and Liam doesn’t give her time to get up, he starts kicking her
in the stomach, Emma grabs his leg and twists his foot making him fall back.
Emma has an unbreakable move against every man, something that would make him
unable to get up, what can that be? Emma kicks him in his…well…the area below
his belly, well at loss for better words, in his manhood. Liam cries in pain
grabbing his “material”, Emma smiles in triumph.>
Emma:
Who’s the bitch now? Huh little boy?
Liam:
Urgh….
Emma:
Well I did say you lost your only opportunity to kill me. You are going to pay
for betraying me…I actually liked you…
<Emma
grabs her gun, puts a loaf of bread in front of the gun barrel to baffle the
sound. She shoots him in the head, grabs her stuff and runs away from there
without anyone noticing her. When she gets home, she starts crying her eyes out.
Hulk hears her and sits next to her, trying to comfort her, Emma hugs him and
keeps crying. Without realizing she
falls asleep right there with hulk in her arms.>
In
the morning
<Emma
wakes up and kisses Hulk.>
Emma:
Thanks for being here. Without you I wouldn’t know what to do.
<Emma
grabs everything and leaves that place. If he found her, it means they aren’t
far behind. She would have to disappear once again. But she wasn’t alone, she
had Hulk now.>
Chapter 2 (The end?)
After
a while
<A
new place, a new language and new people. >
- I love
you, will you be with me?
Emma: …
The
end…or maybe not?
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