It was a dark and stormy night.
Actually it wasn't, but she pretended it was because that made her new life a tad bit more bearable.
Not that it was a bearable life at all. She still didn't understand how people could hide full parts of their lives from those around them. And this was after spending her life with a man who did just that. Why did she have to listen to him?
"It will be okay, Emily. We'll start a new life, Emily. Drink this 'poison', Emily. Cut off your finger, Emily. Here's the villa I bought for you with money I stole from other evil regimes and have kept hidden from my own government, Emily."
She sighed as she sipped her wine and sank further into the bubbles. Why did she listen to this man? Why did he keep resurrecting her?
Only this time, he didn't know she was alive.
Emily giggled as she added more bath salts to the water. "Take that, Mister Master Spy," she said outloud. "You think you're so smart. But I escaped from you, and no one here thinks it's odd that I have such scarily frizzy hair and a missing finger."
The only thing she regretted was Dixon's wife. But she was DUMB! WHY did she feel the need to discuss her husband's occupation in the middle of a RESTAURANT? Now that she thought about it, Allison did the right thing by blowing the idiotic woman up. So no regrets.
All of a sudden, a horrible thunderstorm came out of nowhere. Thunder and lightning were everywhere! Emily thought she should probably get out of the bath in case a stray bolt of lightning decided to hit her bathtub.
CRACK!
But poor Emily was too slow. Finally. FINALLY. She was really dead.
Actually it wasn't, but she pretended it was because that made her new life a tad bit more bearable.
Not that it was a bearable life at all. She still didn't understand how people could hide full parts of their lives from those around them. And this was after spending her life with a man who did just that. Why did she have to listen to him?
"It will be okay, Emily. We'll start a new life, Emily. Drink this 'poison', Emily. Cut off your finger, Emily. Here's the villa I bought for you with money I stole from other evil regimes and have kept hidden from my own government, Emily."
She sighed as she sipped her wine and sank further into the bubbles. Why did she listen to this man? Why did he keep resurrecting her?
Only this time, he didn't know she was alive.
Emily giggled as she added more bath salts to the water. "Take that, Mister Master Spy," she said outloud. "You think you're so smart. But I escaped from you, and no one here thinks it's odd that I have such scarily frizzy hair and a missing finger."
The only thing she regretted was Dixon's wife. But she was DUMB! WHY did she feel the need to discuss her husband's occupation in the middle of a RESTAURANT? Now that she thought about it, Allison did the right thing by blowing the idiotic woman up. So no regrets.
All of a sudden, a horrible thunderstorm came out of nowhere. Thunder and lightning were everywhere! Emily thought she should probably get out of the bath in case a stray bolt of lightning decided to hit her bathtub.
CRACK!
But poor Emily was too slow. Finally. FINALLY. She was really dead.
END