Emmie: A Splat Force Story; Chapter 8

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W E L C O M E ! ! !

This is Nomad! I hope you are all well on this fine day! Today, I'm happy to show you all the newest Chapter of Emmie: A Splat Force Story!

We're nearing the end of the story with only three Chapters left to go! A lot is gonna happen in these next three, and I hope you all enjoy the remainder of this ride!

The last Chapter ended with our heroes seemingly winning against Fisk, but little did they know that Fisk has one more card up his sleeve... Project ZM.

After a build-up teasing him since the start of the story, Project ZM is now loose, and he is dangerous. This Chapter will be the first showcase as to how dangerous he actually is...

So without further ado, let's get into this!

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C H A P T E R  8 : S T R E S S E D O U T

"Miss Rogue!"

General Swannack called out from across the car park. He rushed over to Emily and Shauna who were standing outside of Aunt Selina's car.

"I once again would like to thank you for your heroism today. The public eye needs to give you more credit than they are giving you right now."

"Thanks! I didn't really do anythin' though. I just got beat up and-"

"No, you were indispensable in this fight, and we at the R.A.I.C think you deserve a proper award."

The General informed, getting Emily's full attention.

"Mr. Lang told me that you've been struggling to move out because of a lack of money-"

"And time, and responsibility, and motivation."

"And that..."

General Swannack continued.

"It's not fully ready, yet, but do come to this address tomorrow afternoon."

Emily was handed a note was an address on it. The address was an apartment building was seven floors. The floor that was on the note was the sixth. Emily was confused. She had a strong idea of what the award was, but she didn't quite understand it.

"Why are you doing this? I thought you were this hardass, General."

"I've learned a lot over the past few years. I just want to make amends for some of my actions."

He said with a light frown. He then heard a call from one of his soldiers.

"I have to go. Clean-up is gonna be a nightmare. You two keep safe and I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Bye nice General!"

Shauna exclaimed whilst waving. Emily looked back at Shauna before giving her one big hug. After the hug, the pair of them got into the car and enjoyed their long, joyful ride home.

("Dear Diary: don't you just love the great smell of victory! Because I sure as hell do!")

Immediately after arriving back at the farmhouse, Aunt Selina began rearranging the living room furniture and playing loud pop music. All three of them began dancing around the room, with Emily and Shauna jumping up and down in circles whilst holding hands.

("After a few VERY LONG days of none stop action and threat, I can finally relax and go back to my normal life... with Shauna also there. I'll be honest, I don't know how I feel being... girlfriends. I don't know if I'm even worthy of that stuff. I just think we're rushin' into this head first without a plan. Like, I'm only really here because I needed to save her life, like a hero always does, yet she instantly fell for me. She must have strong attachment issues if she wants to be with me of all people...")

As Shauna bounces up and down laughing with her eyes closed, Emily opens her eyes and she's her face. Emily's smile begins to dip as her intrusive thoughts take full control of her.

("I-I made a mistake gettin' with her. She's just someone who I needed to save. Now I need to find a way to let her go without being too hard. The last thing I need is a freakout. I'll see how things go. Sincerely, E.R.")

M E A N W H I L E E L S E W H E R E . . .

Three vans drove through the dark field, the same field that the transfer bus went down on. Lex was in the front van, Harry was in the back van, whilst Vincent Fisk was in the middle.

Inside Fisk's van, the two soldiers in the front seat were listening to progressive rock music as they laughed at joked with each other.

"Hey Fisk, where is that flying car you owed us? Huh?"

The jokes made Vincent roll his eyes. However, it was the cynical comments that were getting to him.

"Wow, and to think that we trusted you down at Coraldia. I'm surprised you didn't kill the team."

"I'm pretty sure Sargent Gunn led that mission. Maybe that's why he was soft, at least until he died."

That name, Sargent Gunn, it urked Vincent.

"Who knows, maybe Vincey back there was the one to finish him off, right?"

"A monster killed him..."

Vincent uttered.

"You're a monster, Fisk so that checks out."

One of the soldiers said.

"Pretty sure his body wasn't found, maybe King Salazar ate him. Thank the lord we have Nanaue II in charge now-"

B O O M , B O O M ! ! !

Out of nowhere, the front and back vans exploded, killing everyone inside, including Harry and Lex.

"What the hell?!"

Both soldiers cried out in unison before forcefully stopping the car.

"Stay in the car, Fisk!"

Vincent dropped his panicked face the moment the two soldiers left him. He felt at ease with the whole situation, though none of the soldiers were there to see nor to ask him.

"COME OUT, NOW!"

The soldiers yelled, aiming their weapons in every direction.

The area was silent. None of the soldiers heard anything or anyone coming from any direction. Whoever it was who blew up the vans must've been a master at stealth. Unfortunately, none of the soldiers would have to wait long before coming face to face with the silent attacker.

Out from the shadows, Project ZM emerged, coming face to face with one of the soldiers.

"HANDS IN THE AIR! DON'T MOVE!"

Project ZM didn't raise his hands. He stood very still, not moving an inch.

"You heard the man! HANDS UP, FREAK!"

S L A M ! ! !

A mere second later, Project ZM leaped forward and, using his metal arm, punched the first soldier in the chest, knocking him against the car and causing a massive dent in the door.

B A N G , B A N G , B A N G ! ! !

B A N G , B A N G , B A N G ! ! !

The last soldier standing fired at the Rogue Inkling cyborg, who blocked all shots using his metal palm until he grabbed ahold of the Splattershot and crushed it. After snatching what remained of the weapon out of his hands. Project ZM grabbed the soldier by the throat, choking him as he walked to the burning van at the back.

S L A M ! ! !

The soldier's head was smashed into the burning car, incinerating him alive. Once the soldier was dead, Project ZM walked to Fisk's van and pulled the door off of the car. Vincent climbed out of the van and allowed Project ZM to take off the cuffs using a karate chop.

Now free to stretch his arms, he walked in front of the surviving soldiers and snatched the phone from his pocket, and began calling one of his own men. Just before the call started, Vincent gave Project ZM the command to kill the soldier by rubbing his neck with his finger.

"Doctor Newton, hello. I'm gonna need a chopper at these coordinates."

He told his assistant. As Vincent Fisk gave the coordinates, Project ZM was left to finish off the soldier. Using his metal arm, he finished him off with many swings to the face until he was an unrecognizable muck.

S L A M , S L A M , S L A M ! ! !

S L A M , S L A M , S L A M ! ! !

S P L A T , S P L A T , S P L A T ! ! !

B A C K W I T H E M I L Y . . .

Emily and Shauna laid in the same beds that they laid in the previous night. Both stared at the ceiling feeling very giddy about all of it being over, or so they thought...

"It feels so good to be free!"

Shauna yawned whilst stretching her arms and legs.

The only response Emily had for her was a smile. She was exhausted, not just from the whole situation with Fisk, but just everything in general. Deep down, she knew that she and Shauna wouldn't work too well together. Shauna's over-attachment of her and Emily's intrusive thoughts would always get in the way.

"What are we gonna do now?"

Shauna asked.

"What adventures will we go on next?"

"I-I... I don't know."

Shauna looked over to Emily and sensed doubt in her.

"Are you okay, Emmie?"

Emily shut her eyes and sighed quietly before turning to her new girlfriend.

"Yeah... maybe I just need some sleep."

"Good idea!"

Shauna said before snuggling the bed sheets.

"Good night, Emmie!"

"Goodnight..."

Emily whispered back as Shauna turned off the lights. Whilst Shauna was quick to fall asleep, Emily still laid awake, unable to sleep. As much as it pained her to do it, she knew that she had to get Shauna out of her life, she was better off that way.

T H E N E X T D A Y . . .

General Swannack opened the front door to the apartment. Inside was a large square room with two more doors to the left of the entrance, the middle to the bathroom, and the far left to the bedroom. The front of the room was the living room which only had a couch that faced a TV on the wall. Behind the couch was a dining table in the middle of the kitchen. The walls and floors were pure white and the ceiling was black.

Emily and Shauna walked into the room in awe.

"How do you like it?"

General Swannack asked.

"With this place, you'll have your room to breathe and no big responsibilities... apart from taxes, and monthly rent, and electricity bills, but the R.A.I.C have got all that covered, for the first year at least. After a year, you'll be on your own, so you better start saving up fast."

"W-Wow... I don't know what to say... thanks!"

"Anytime, Miss Rogue. The middle door is the bathroom. It has a toilet, a sink, and a bathtub. The door on the far right is the bedroom. It's a king-sized bed, with lots of room. We've already moved some of your furniture and belongings from your home here."

The General said. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate. Upon taking it out, he saw that he was being called by the emergency services.

"I have to go, good luck, Miss Rogue."

Emily and Shauna were concerned to see the General walk out so quickly, but their mind was almost instantly taken off it after seeing the open couch.

"Yippee!"

Shauna screamed as she leaped onto the couch. A wave of sadness washed its way onto Emily's face, knowing what she had to do next. Emily ed Shauna on the couch and sighed. Shauna stopped messing around after noticing her attitude.

"What's wrong, Emmie?"

"Look Shauna, we need to talk."

"About what?"

"."

Emily said. Shauna sat up and leaned in. Emily struggled to get the words out of her mouth, knowing it would hurt like hell, she knew boundaries had to be set somewhere at some time.

"I just think we're going really fast. I mean, we only just met a few days ago and we're already neckin' on with each other. It's a lot for me."

"I don't get it. What are you trying to say, Emmie?"

"Ugh! And that too, that nickname is so irritating. It's Emily, not Emmie!"

Emily exclaimed, raising her voice and scaring Shauna.

"Not even a full day after meetin' you, you decide to kiss me on the lips. I didn't show it on the outside, but that kiss put me through a crisis! I'm not good with love, I'll never be good with love! All my partners or even old flames are either dead or what nothin' to do with me! I only stayed by you because you were in danger! I don't even know what I was thinkin' on the ferries wheel!"

The room went quiet for almost a whole minute, the only sound being Emily's repetitive breathing and Shauna's tiny whimpers as she tried her hardest to hold back tears.

"A-Are you leaving me?"

"I have no reason to keep you around. Fisk is down, and so are his men. That's the whole reason we were together, right?"

Shauna stood up and walked in front of Emily. Her face was bright red.

"D-D-D-Did I-I mean anything t-to you?! Do you even care about anything at all?!"

That last question set Emily off. She quickly rose to her feet and got into Shauna's face, making her slowly walk back.

"You were nothin' more than someone I had to save! That bond we had was only temporary until we went our separate ways! You're not the first one I did this gig with, and you sure as fuck won't be the last!"

She growled at her, taking steps closer as she took steps back and aggressively tapping on her chest.

"Stop thinkin' you're special, Shauna, 'cause you're not! You don't know me, you will never truly know me! My problems are MY PROBLEMS! I am not ever gonna let some hostage get wrapped up in it!"

The final tap on the chest made Shauna fall back. She looked up at Emily and quickly tried to move herself back. Tears fell down her face rapidly.

"I-I can't believe I trusted you! You're a selfish, self-centered jerk!"

"Piss off!"

Emily whispered. Shauna was too upset to move. She didn't understand why Emily of all people turned on her. Her not moving only made Emily angrier.

"GO! GET OUT OF MY LIFE YOU... YOU... THING!"

Thing. Emily had just called her a thing. The one person who believed her, who ed her, just called her a thing. That was the final straw. Shauna slowly stood up and took one last look at Emily.

"Y-You don't deserve anything..."

She whimpered before running away, leaving the front door open.

Emily was now alone, again. No one else around her, just how she wanted it, right? Feeling her heartbeat increase as well as her hyperventilating, Emily knew that an episode was coming. In a flash, she ran to the front door, closed it, and locked it before running to the bathroom to carry out her episode.

L A T E R T H A T N I G H T . . .

Emily laid in bed, wide awake. She thought about the fallout she had with Shauna. She let out a frustrated sigh. All she wanted to do was get back to her life, did it really have to cost yet another relationship?

Millions of thoughts went around her mind. She thought about how she would need to find a good job to make money for when she'll have to start paying on her own. She also thought about her mother and possibly fixing her relationship with her. She also thought of Magnus and how she was able to turn things around with him back at the end of Bolton's reign. Of course, the biggest thing on her mind was Shauna.

Things were going so well with her, they even kissed, though that must've been on Shauna for being too trusting, right? It had to be! Emily's thoughts were interrupted by the loud rumbling that came from her belly.

Putting on her new pair of slippers, she walked to the fridge to see what the R.A.I.C had supplied her with. She was disappointed to see that there was little to nothing in the fridge other than a few meal deals. She rolled her eyes and put on her jacket.

After a long shopping trip, Emily successfully managed to pay for all the food and put them into two large bags. Both bags became almost too heavy for the girl to hold. She struggled to carry them all the way home.

Once home, she shoved them all in the fridge the cupboard in an untidy order, whilst leaving out three Cods for her to eat.

After cooking the fish, Emily sat down on her couch and tried switching on the TV... the remote had no batteries. She groaned loudly, putting the plate to the side so she could stand up, put on her jacket, again, and go out for a shopping trip, again.

She brought three packs of batteries for her remote from the same supermarket that she was just at. Once home, she powered up the remote and successfully managed to switch on the TV. However, whilst looking for something to watch, she felt a strong pain in her stomach.

She spent the next half an hour in the bathroom relieving herself. Unfortunately, after she was finally finished... she was out of roll. Her eyes twitched and her teeth clenched in frustration, letting out yet enough frustrated groan. She put her clothes back on and walked out of the bathroom before putting her coat back on once again before going on yet enough shopping trip, this time to get six packs of toilet roll.

Once back, she rushed back into the bathroom to wipe. Unfortunately, it had all gone to try for toilet paper to use, so she resorted to using the shower. Once again, Emily was missing something, this time being shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

"OH FOR FU-"

Meaning she had to go out, again, to go to the same supermarket, again, to buy more essentials, again. At this point, the cashier was tempted to question Emily about all her visits that one very night, but Emily's tired look on her face prevented him from doing so.

Once back home, Emily hopped in the shower to finally clean herself. However, her bad luck struck once again as there was no hot water. The cold water made Emily scream. She was only in the shower for a few minutes, managing to clean herself up before hopping out to finally catch TV, but her fish had gone cold.

Emily fell back in her seat, wanting to cry. Her first night on her own was nothing short of a nightmare. Everything kept piling up. Was this the universe getting back at her for what she did to Shauna?

Finally, she had her food reheated and at last, she was finally able to sit back and enjoy her night. However, the TV only had cartoons playing.

"Well... it's better than nothin'..."

She whispered to herself beside feasting away.

After two hours of TV binging and food eating, Emily laid on her bed, face shoved into her pillow as she let out a loud, frustrated scream. At least it was finally over and she could finally get the sleep she deserved. Nothing else could go wrong, right?

After five minutes of not sleeping, she got bored and once again went to watch TV whilst drinking milk. This time, however, the news was on. Siren's Flow was on TV with breaking news.

"Our newest story has just come in!"

Ria. F announced, making Coral and the viewers intrigued.

"The vans that were carrying three prisoners have been compromised!"

"What?! Who could've done this?!"

"No clue! Our sources say that the front and back vans were blown up, but the middle one was spared from the explosion. The men transporting him have been killed. We can't reveal any details as to how they were killed, because we don't want our ratings to go down due to implied graphic injuries, but we're assuming whoever did this was the same who attacked the transfer bus only days ago..."

Ria. F worryingly announced to the world.

The news made Emily spit out her milk in shock upon realizing that Fisk was back in the wild. Suddenly, another thought came to mind.

"Shauna..."

M E A N W H I L E W I T H S H A U N A . . .

All alone, Shauna walked past the Spicy Noodle establishment. Of course, with it being nighttime, the place was closed until morning. She wasn't there for the food, but to reminisce on her short time with Emily. Yes, they had only known each other for a few days, but those few days had become precious to her and in her eyes, for Emily to seemingly throw her out for nothing took a heavy tool in her wellbeing.

She walked to the cathedral and sat down by the same wall she sat at before meeting Emily. Shauna curled into a ball and began to cry as the loneliness began to settle in once again. Once again, no one was around her, she was vulnerable, too vulnerable.

Footsteps were heard coming toward her. Upon hearing them, Shauna began hoping and praying for a change that it was Emily coming back to get her. However, upon looking up, she saw Tobias standing before her.

"That girlfriend of yours not with you?"

He asked with a sickening grin.

Panicking, Shauna jumped onto her feet and tried running away, only for Tobias to grab her by the arm and pull her in. As she tried to scream, Tobias wrapped an arm around her throat to quietly knock her unconscious.

Once Shauna was out, Tobias carefully lowered her to the ground before communicating with Mr. Fisk through coms.

"Shauna May-Deacon has been caught. I need a ride back to the base."

"Excellent work! I'll send Doctor Zagan over in a chopper to get you. Meet her by the docks."

"Copy."

Tobias replied as the coms turned off. He picked up Shauna and began to make his way down to the meeting spot.

T O  B E  C O N T I N U E D . . .

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T H X  F O R  R E A D I N G ! ! !

Thx for reading the eighth Chapter of Emmie: A Splat Force Story! With Shauna now in Fisk's custody, things are getting intense. Will Emily be able to answer the call to action and save her? Or will Shauna fall victim to Fisk? The race against time is now on, so stay tuned for that! Until next time, stay safe out there! ^^

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