Post by laura on Dec 29, 2012 15:44:30 GMT -8
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A concentration camp? What the hell was Elijah thinking? Just because most of the population of D-79 had lost their fucking minds, didn't mean that everyone had. Angelica was the last person to harm anyone, let alone children - she'd devoted her life to generations of them, including Emma. She helped those who needed helping, and now, it was Emma's turn to repay the favour.[/size]
Throwing open the carriage door to the drivers compartment, her eyes locking on to the back of Glenn's head as he tapped mindlessly at the monitors, Emma contemplated her next move carefully. How could she threaten someone who wasn't afraid of death? Hell, the man was driving a bomb-carrying train to its doom, there was nothing her feared.
“Glenn,” Emma began, latching her hands onto the old mans shoulders and spinning him around to face her. “Stop this train immediately.”
He blinked at the blatant attempt at authority in her tone. “I can't do that.”
“I defused the bomb, Glenn. It's over. Stop the train.”
Suddenly, the gentle, wrinkled expression the man always wore transformed, anger taking its place. Glenn side-stepped, slapping Emma's hands from him. “It's not over until I say it is! Why can't you see that this is a good thing? You're preventing salvation for us all!”
“You're killing innocent people!” Emma exclaimed, her patience with the old fool well and truly gone now. At first, she'd held some kind pity for him, for his suffering and his pain... All traces of it had been diminished the moment he'd met with Hoffman.
“You know what? I'm done with this shit.” With that, Emma drew out her gun and cocked it to his head, her finger securely pressed against the trigger. “Stop the fucking train, Glenn, or I'll deliver you to salvation myself.”
The frown marring his brows gradually softened. “I have to finish what I started, it's what he wants.”
She opened her mouth, a low beeping sound from the monitor cutting her off, indicating the next stop approaching rapidly. Time was running out.
“Emma...” Elijah warned behind her. Even though he was letting her deal with it, she could sense his growing concerns; the persistent beeping from the monitors only making it worse, setting them both on edge. The closer the train got to the stop, the faster and louder it became.
“I don't want to shoot you,” Emma growled, her hold on the gun tightening. “But you're not leaving me with many choices here. I can not and will not let you harm the children, Glenn.”
A ghostly smile whispered along the mans lips. “He knows about you; all of you. He knows its you trying to stop him...but nothing can stop the Dark Triad; not the authority, or all the rebel forces in the world.”
Emma distinctively heard Elijah murmur faintly behind her. “Dark Triad?”
But she ignored him and the unusual phase, deciding it was something best discussed later on. When they weren't on a run away train.
She braced her feet apart. “Last chance.”
“Oh, no,” Glenn shook his head excitedly, a hysterical laugh threatening its way up his throat. “This is only the beginning - for me, for him and for you.”
Emma sighed. “Not for you, Mr. O'Hare.”
A shot rang out through the compartment, echoing as far back as the final carriage, silencing every last child aboard.
Emma's arm dropped to her side the same second Glenn's body slumped lifelessly to the floor, his blood already pooling around him, flowing freely from the hole in his head.
Jesus Christ, killing an insane, old man? Emma had officially reached a new low.
Sure, taking one life meant saving hundreds of others, but she hadn't wanted his blood on her hands - especially when he'd reminded her so much of her own mother.
“Emergency stop,” She found herself saying aloud, her voice stronger than she felt. “We need to find it before we pass the next station. Unless, of course, you know how to stop it yourself...”
Elijah gave her a long, blatant stare.
“Yea, I figured. I just hope I don't have to get on the roof again - that wasn't an experience I'm in a rush to repeat.”