Just a heads up, if you can't stand violence, please don't read this chapter!
She fumbled for her cell phone.
"Hold it!" Emma froze. A gun flashed before her. Her arm was wrenched behind her back. Emma's phone smashed to the ground.
"Move!" She was pushed to the center of the street, in front of the car. Emma's captor held her arm in an iron grip. A man, clad in all black, stepped out of the car. He glanced menacingly at Emma.
"Keith." He called. "I know you're here. I have your daughter." He signaled two of his men, and they took to the shadows.
He then spoke to Emma. "Your father owes me, and if he doesn't come." The man traced a finger across his neck. He nodded to her captor, who drew his knife. Emma looked angrily at the weapon.
"He will never come!" She said fiercely. The man smiled evilly.
"He and your mother will come once they hear your agonized cries." Emma glared at him.
"Gentlemen." He nodded to his goons. Her captor drew his knife to Emma's arm. She tried not to scream but failed miserably. Her cry pierced through the night.
"Emma!" Her father emerged from the shadows.
"Keith, nice of you to join us." The man said. "We almost thought we had started without you." He gestured to Emma, who had crumpled to the ground.
"Dad, no!" She cried weakly. The man laughed again and went on.
"Your lovely wife Anne wouldn't miss this either." He nodded and one of his men appeared with Emma's mother. Anne and Emma were gathered next to Keith. Keith bent down and whispered in his daughter's ear.
"When I say so, run!" He gently kissed Emma and her mother.
"There is no need to say goodbye," The man's voice sneered, "Because you are all going to the same place." Emma's father's face remained placid, but fear erupted within Emma. Anne was moaning softly.
"Too bad the police chief didn't see what good work you were doing before he fired you." The man said. "You were getting so close to exposing my little scheme."
"He was not fired," Emma stated, "He was temporarily laid off."
"Children are seen and not heard, Emma." The man snarled. He yanked Emma by her injured arm. She shrieked.
"Let her be." Anne, her mother, shouted. She attacked her captor, whereas Keith punched the nearest goon. Emma saw her chance and swept the man's leg, throwing him off his feet. He loosened his hold on her, and she slipped free. Emma darted to the shadows and hid. Her heart pounded so loudly, she thought the men could hear it.
"Let her go." The man called to his goons. "We have what we want." Emma groped on the ground for her cell phone. She immediately phoned 911, it didn't dial. It's broken.
Emma crawled to a corner and covered her ears. She tried to block out the noise coming from the alley. She heard loud shouts and rough voices. Someone sounded nervous. Her parents were trying to protect her.
A loud blast erupted. A woman screamed. Mom! Emma nestled deeper into the corner. Another shot followed, then all was still. Emma's parents lay on the ground. The man called into the night.
"Emma. The next time you see me will be your last. And soon, fear of The Captor will be in the hearts of all, forever, in the dark miseralbe city of Gotham." He laughed once more, then the men went into the gray sedan and roared out of the alley.
Soon, there was silence. Emma slowly rose and walked to her parents.
"Mom." Emma knelt next to them. "Dad, you promised," She said bitterly. "You promised, we'd stay a family. Forever." Emma wanted to cry, to lessen her grief, but her tears never fell. A heavy pain weighed upon her heart. She felt torn in two.
Finally, Emma crawled back to the corner. She curled up and leaned against the cold concrete wall. She closed her eyes.
My life, my world, is gone. There is nothing left of it. Nothing.