"What?" Emily's voice came out as a whisper, "what do you mean?" It didn't dawn on her till this moment, "who are you really?" She glared and took a step back. A fimiler face wasn't always a comfort. Not anymore.
(Sorry I've been at church all day)
No problem, I was there too :P//
"Just, you need to act like you don't know me," Rory covered up. He couldn't bring himself to explain it. Rory sighed, "I'll explain this later, you just need to trust me," Rory whispered.
"Trust?" Emily scoffed, "who are you really?" Her voice was no longer a shaky whisper. "You had my trust once." She shook her head glaring at Rory.
Rory sighed, "Ok, to be honest, you really don't have any reason, but at least you aren't dead," Rory snapped, still being sure to stay quiet. He glared at Emily.
"Dead? Oh trust me somehow I think this might be worse." Emily didn't bother keeping her voice down and was confused as to why Rory was. "Why am I here?" Her glare seemed to melt into a plead. "Why?" She asked again, quieter this time.
"Keep your voice down for now, the others aren't deaf, you know," he stopped, "Well, most of them, at least," Rory crossed his arms and lowered his head, "I'll explain later, but you'll just need to play along and trust me for now."
"Play along? Rory what do you mean?" Emilys voice became a plead again. A plead to know what was going on. A plead to be let go. But she knew it wouldn't help. "Where are we…who brought me here?"
Rory shook his head, "You'll understand what I mean tomorrow. I'll come tonight and try to explain everything, ok?" Rory tried to compromise. It wouldn't be too easy, but it was doable.
"No. Explain now." Emily harder her voice along with her eyes resisting the urge to pound her fists in his chest. "Or…or I'll scream. Really loud." She'd hope that'd set him off.
Rory kept a straight face, "You do know the others won't care, right?" he raised an eyebrow. He didn't say it, but they would probably expect her to scream.
"Others?" Emily looked at the door, "Rory…what's going on?" She took another step back, her back meeting the wall, no where to go… panic leaked onto her face and she let out a shriek hoping someone- anyone would help her.
Rory sighed and shook his head, "I'll talk to you tonight, hopefully you'll be more rational then," he walked out, the door being locked behind him. He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair nervously.
"No wait." Emily ran to the door pounding her fists on it again. "Let me out!" She screamed. "Please! Help me!" Tears leaked out of her eyes, "please…" She said again crumbling to the floor.
Rory walked away, keeping a straight face. He walked to the kitchen, grabbing a snack. He tapped his foot as he ate, waiting for a few hours to go back and explain.
Emily leaned agents the door quietly sobbing to herself, let me out.. she looked around the small cell, for anything, anyway. To escape. maybe I should play his game… Maybe I'd win. she stood and crawled on the stone slab that acted like a bed. Putting her hand threw the hole in the ceiling, before pulling it back and calling threw, "hello?"
Rory stood close enough to the door to hear Emily. He had to wait. He sighed, why was he going through all this trouble? He could've just killed her, or even have someone else kill her, but noooo! He had to fall for her. Rory kicked a nearby rock. This sucked. He watched her hand come out of the small window, than a call. No one would listen, much less respond. Why would they? Rory grunted, this was a huge dilemma. If she didn't have this "talent" Rory claimed she had, they'd both be dead. If she did, that'd spell bad news for Emily. Rory realized he hadn't thought this through.
Emily sighed and sat down again thinking, planning. Fine, I'll play this stupid game. even if she really didn't want to, Emily knew she had too. It may be her only chance. She leaned her head back amd closed her eyes waiting for Rory, anyone, to come back.
Rory heard Emily go quiet. He sighed in relief, hopefully she'd listen. Rory dismissed the guards, saying he'd take care of it. They were reluctant, but eventually, they left. He entered the room, looking at Emily. After a moment of silence he sighed, "Look, I can explain."
Emily, still leaned back, opened an eye to look at Rory. "Explain then." Her voice was hard but a slighlt shake could be heard. "Tell me what's going on." Emily leaned forward to glare at Rory.
Rory sighed, "Well, you know when we first met?" Rory asked. This was gonna be hard.
"Yes, what about it?" Emily felt the need to shrink back, to hide, to runaway, but sadly the cell was far to small for that.
Wait does she know he was supposed to stabby stab her?//
Not yet.//
Okie just making sure//
"Well…" Rory bit his lip, trying to stall, give himself more time, "I was kinda… supposed to…… kill……. you?" Rory pointed at Emily with both hands clasped together, head slightly tilted, and a shy and apologetic expression on his face.
"Kill?" Emily stood and stomped up to Rory, "kill me!?" She threw her hands up to keep from hitting Rory instead, "and why? Who do you work for?" She felt a slight shake go threw her, fear. Fear that she'd fallen in love with someone ment to kill her.
Rory raised his hands, back against the wall. He looked down at her, "Just, calm down! I'm trying to explain!" he frowned. Man, he was gonna get it, "So. I am part of a group of assassins. No one knows who the boss is, but we know he's, well, the boss. Of course, a small amount of us are trying to find his identity," he was just stalling now.
Emily formed an O with her mouth. of course, an Assassin. She felt her past trying to catch up with her, and she desperately didn't want it to. "So…why then?" She asked slightly calmer now. "What made you…not kill me?"
"I mean…" Rory hesitated, "You were always really nice, and you…" Rory sighed, "I don't even know to be honest," he shook his head.
Emily looked on expectantly, "then why not have left me? You could of said you finished the job…why, why bring me here when it'd have been so easy."
"Ok. Well," Rory sighed, he didn't know himself, how could he explain it? "You see. Uh, I dunno," he said plainly. Rory started to pace back and forth, his outfit swishing and flowing behind him, "I don't even know why I decided to save your life, to be honest. If I hadn't done it, someone else would've, but no! I had to lie to save your sorry butt and, gah!" Rory shook his head and stopped rambling when he noticed, "Look, I lied to this supposedly super powerful being, so play the part. If you don't, both our lives will be taken."