Emma Elaine [PK]

[zuziee 3213]

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The Tragic life

Of 

Emma Elaine

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Emma Elaine after waving goodbye to the only friend she had left, taking a deep breath. Having made the painstaking choice to turn herself in. The girl fiddled with her mother’s ring which fit comfortably on her right ring finger. She started her trek from Haense to Oren as a heavyweight started to grow upon her shoulders. Holding a small bouquet of white flowers as it all slowly came back to her.

 

On this walk, she remembered where she had started in life. A father’s daughter, her love for horses, her pet cow, all the memories she made with her sister Philippa. She recalled when all she wished for was to follow in her father’s footsteps and become a paladin and the pain that came from him leaving.

 

The flood of emotions sent the girl to her knees, her head spinning. How had hatred eaten her up so much that she could not even recognize herself? Her mother had left her, followed by her father and her aunt Jane. Emma could feel every prick of pain she had shoved down from those moments. All the moments in her life that she had to be the strong sibling for her brother James after her parents left. 

 

She attempted to recall the better moments of her life, like the debutante in Kaedrin where she met her only true friend Franz. And the time that she learned how to properly apologize, learning to ride a horse, being friends with Minerva. She just needed to remind herself that she wasn’t completely evil. Standing up once again she continued the long trek as her mind continued to wander.

 

Eventually, she started to mutter out the names of her victims. The names feel from her mouth like water from a spout. Saying them not only grounded the girl in her own dark reality but made her realize how many people she hurt.

 

“Two Applefoots

Mariana Dubois

Lotesse Túre

Henry James Dubois

Vivian Marie Dubois

Mandarin Cockfosters

Tangerine Cockfosters

Orange Cockfosters

Clementine Cockfosters

Luscinia Reusvuln

Reja Mohana

Marjorie Astrid Baruch

Aurelia Dagre'sae

Aleesia Dagre'sae

Sofia Ashes-d'Arkent

Mary Lucille d'Arkent

Araminta Elouise d'Emyth

Sabrina Kovachev”

 

She said these 15 names over and over, slowly becoming accustomed to them. They were bittersweet and harsh, attack her mouth. It became a poem eventually, one she had memorized and tied to her heart. The names that hurt the most was her own mother, whom she had tracked down when she was merely 15 and killed her with a singular stab to the heart. 

 

Crossing the bridge over into Oren, her feet dragged and no more tears could physically form in her eyes. A bird flew down with a small letter, opening it up delicately as she knew it was from Franz. Reading over the poetic words slowly, she chuckled, and for once in a very long time a natural smile formed across her features. Not a crooked one, not a wicked one, but a true smile. 

 

Having something to hope for once more, she took one last deep breath and pocketed the letter. Moving up the stairs to Providence to face whatever punishment she would occur. Wanting desperately to come clear and have her sins erased. 

 

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As Emma walked into the city, her cold and dead eyes rested upon Minerva de Selm. A few recruits were scattered about as long as her younger sister and Emerentia. Emma simply continued to say her poem, name by name she muttered. A crowd gathered about her as she got to the last name on her list.

 

“Sabrina-”

 

Her words being cut off by Minerva as she finished the name, letting out a small chuckle as the stupid girl finally caught onto it. Though she would have been swiftly dragged away by the guards and her grandfather who had just arrived.

 

Being pulled off, her arms and legs were cuffed to a chair and she was interrogated by her grandfather, he asked her to list the victims out, and the evidence of her killing them, the reason she did it. Emma spilled it all to her grandfather, knowing fully well if anyone could help her pled her case it would be him. 

 

Though nothing could save her in the next moments of her life, as the other children started to bust into the office one by one flooding the space. In a few short seconds, one of the kids had stabbed a deep knife into Emma’s throat. Spewing blood all over her brother, her grandfather, and the rest of the people.

 

Her body squirmed in its locked away position, attempting to cover up the bleeding wound with her hands. Her eyes turned to her brother, tears forming at her eyes as she opened her mouth attempting to beg for forgiveness though no noise came out. A radiating pain came from her neck, and all Emma could do was sit in silence.

 

Behind her, the girl attempted to reason with Peter Baldwin, though it was all going in and out for Emma. Everything felt fuzzy, maybe even inviting as her body went into shock. Her head was cradled by her grandfather as many of the recruits attempted to stop the bleeding.

 

Emma came to the realization of one last thing, slowly craning her head towards the woman who stabbed her, who set her free from this awful life. This awful body she had been put into. Her lips pursed as a broken and raspy voice muttered only two words.

 

“f*** you.”

 

The girl returned the f*** you towards Emma, and for once Emma felt comfort in those words. A sense of warmth filled the girl once more, a faint smile would be across her features as the life in her body vanished. Her breathing stopped and her pulse dissipated. The girl’s eyes were glued open, one last spark would be seen within them before the life vanished forever.

 

The murderess was finally at rest.

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[libertyybelle 5476]

A small Provins girl heard of the news and nodded once firmly with a smile. She walks toward her bedroom to gather a small portrait of a long haired feline with the inscription 'Champ'.

 

"She got what she deserved."

 

Spit out the girl bitterly as she returned it to her small box in her drawers. She moved out of Trissingham, peering into the main gardens where Anna had stopped Emma from carving out Vespira's eye. The air was cleaner and the weight the girl had carried for her twelve years was lifted.

 

The girl who had bullied her mercilessly, the girl who tormented her. The girl who made her fear for her own life since she was five.

 

Was dead.

[DahStalker 2839]

It was the gruesome fate of her unfortunate mother which inspired her. A moment in which two fates were decided. The mortified youth grappled upon the brim of her mattress as she'd sprawl within its confines, features wrought with guilt and ache that traumatized her entirely. It was the cursed grace of her talents that the young prodigy was unable to dwell on how she would be able to forget such a monster - but - rather she thought as to how to confront her story. When lashes parted the Kovachev focused onto the ceiling above, silent. A moving mural of instruments and hues fluttered across the surface in an intense flurry that sung to her in its wailing hymn; beckoning her into its siren call. She was not afraid nor was she terrified, yet, anger latched onto her soul. She would refuse it as she would refuse the concept that her mother was gone forevermore. Pushing away from bed the child would pivot herself toward a desk of polished oak, lowering herself within it. She plucked a quill from the leftward flank of the work surface and would begin to write. She would expel the hatred that formed Emma by doing as she was born to do - by telling  a story. 

Edited December 2, 2020 by DahStalker

[Fie 2519]

Thus, the de Selm sat within her lonely cell, her fingers twirling around a rosary's pearls. Her lips were pursed into a thin line, her expression remaining stoic. She could not cry, she could not scream, she could not do anything. In silence, she awaits the incoming trial, composed and as proper as she could be. She did not know what the near future may hold - she did not know what will happen. But one thing, she does know. In a wicked and incredibly crude way, she did the right thing. Deep within her heart, Minerva knows her father would have brushed it under the rug, would have smiled and kept up the family's public image. A tear rolls down her bruised cheek as she thought of such, her head shaking slightly.

Where have they gone so wrong? Once upon a time, Emma and Minerva were like ying and yang - not to be torn apart at all. Something within her changed, and even back then, Minerva knew it was bad. Things escalated - and there was nothing she could do against it.

Minerva felt a sting within her chest as she thought about it. But... such a cruel person? A person who killed her dogs - a person who killed fifteen others? A person who ruined oh-so many lifes? She set her mind firmly upon the fact that if She had not done it, noone would have. And the cycle would have continued.

[ErikAzog 3313]

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[PrincessSnowie 539]

Vespira sat quietly in her fathers room, thinking about her evil niece and her poor sister.. Wondering what to believe

Edited December 2, 2020 by PrincessSnowie

[Branchio 93]

As Mary Jane heard of the news, her heart broke for her dear niece. Blind to it all since before she even left, she could not possibly understand. She blamed herself, thinking her departure may have been a reason to drive the girl to madness. Jane finally realized there was nothing she could do now besides finally come back and support her family. 

Edited December 8, 2020 by Branchio

[ydegirl 1756]

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[doreebear 601]

Nataliya Reza raised both her brows shocked, astonished by the news she had just received. "Sweet little Emma? Oh by Godan.. Well she was Isabel's ward." she scoffed to herself, thinking back on several of the memories she had with the young girl; commenting on how cute Nataliya's son was when he was a mere babe. "poor thing deserved better." she then shook her head as single tear trickled down her brightly hued cheek.

[VIROS 2709]

James II continues to light a candle in vigil for his passed friend Vaeri, newly aware of two things: a grandson had been named for him, and Vaeri's own daughter had slain her. He feels hatred in his heart, then weeps. Mariana DuBois had become Vaeri at his urging--and her children had repaid her with hate and murder. Could this all have been averted, if he had not interfered? Perhaps some secrets were meant to be kept. Yet this is a hard thing to believe, for a man who had dedicated himself to a righteous (and somewhat inflexible) religion. He once again looks forward guiltly to his death, when either in the Skies or the Void, he would be free of such moral conundrums.

[Benjikhei 696]

Beryl Edmund Carrington, would be pacing across a room, by a roaring fireplace, staring occasional glances outside the window, to the view of Providence outside, wincing slightly, he'd sit at his desk to calm his nerves "It really is odd- I wonder if they've caught her ye-.." He'd be cut off as a Carrington Courier burst in, coming up to him and whispering something delicately in his ear, news of his acquaintance, and relative Emma Elaine D'arkent, and dashing out the door again, Beryl would then look outside and shake his head "I hope she'll find satisfaction in her own death, more than than the ones she caused..." He'd remark rather coldly as he continued back to his seat.

[AnonymousAlexa 3877]

Victoria Anne d'Arkent's gaze was fixated upon the fireplace in the Baron of Carrington's suite in the Augustine Palace. The bright flames lit her gray orbs with passionate fury. The young woman could hardly bear the thought of her sister murduring her mother in cold blood. And yet, it was all she could think of. Victoria could not help but picture her mother's screams--screams shortly followed by Emma's fourteen other victims. She then thought of the poor Emerentia, whose mother was also taken from her by the hands of Emma. She pitied her, along with the friends and family of Emma's numerous victims. She mourned alongside them.

 

Although tears clogged her vision, Victoria retrieved a sheet of parchment and writing utensils. She began scribbling streams of words onto the parchment, her falling tears staining the ink. She spent hours upon hours to construct a letter. A letter to all those in pain.

[Blanchables 528]

Charles Augustus sat alone within his quarters, coat and undershirt still coated in blood with seemingly no spot of purity. His sister's blood, the last of which he had to remember of her. His eyes flashed their greyish tint as he cradled his head within his hands, not fully absorbing the bustle and noise of the palace life below him. A solitary blink would be his only action as he continued to sit there, gently rocking back and forth within his own chamber. "But was it me, Sister? Was I the cause of your villainy? Was I what inspired such hatred and malice within your veins? Was I what caused your blood to boil? The very same blood that coats my very form? Were you...my fault?" Charles would ask such questions into the void, but would receive no respite, instead, an uneasy silence wavering over him. His final questions, unanswered, his resolve, shaken, and his sister...Gone.

Edited December 2, 2020 by Sporan

[Juli 1340]

Queen Isabel read over the letter informing her of the news of her former wards passing with furrowed brows as she sat in her office in Karosgrad, "Seems my sister was right, Emma truly was a troubled young lady. It is unfortunate to see such potential go to waste."

[MRCHENN 3663]

"What the f**** is going on." 

 

A boy says.