Terminated.
"Do you enjoy hurting people," Emily asked.
"It's not my fault. I--"
"Then who's fault is it, Emmett? Is it all a conspiracy like those other people in the insane asylums say? Because if that's the case, I need to get you in there with the rest of them. I'm sick of this! I already asked you to stop these crimes because one of these days your going to get caught. But you continue to do what I tell you not to. If you do this again, I'm going to give weak evidence and you'll be given the death penalty."
He looked down at his feet. Emily was his lawyer, but after this current trial, she was sick of having to waste her time on these crimes she knew he was guilty of. She had no idea why he was killing people and destroying towns. He still hadn't told her. Emily scoffed and walked to her car. She drove off, leaving him alone in the parking lot. He started towards his home in the projects. He heard whispers from people about him. Some people shot him dirty looks and a few threw things at him. But Emmett was used to it. This always happened after a trial. He was so sure that one day, someone would end his suffering. He prayed that one person would kill him.
He was greeted by Brandon. His blond hair was messy and dirty because he had been taking crack. Brandon wore tattered clothing and had a acrid smell to him. He tried to shake his hand but Emmett just smiled and continued to Building B23. He ran up the steps to the top floor. There was a door that was unnoticable if you weren't looking for it. Emmett opened the door and looked at Wallace. He was exasperated.
"What's wrong, Emmett?"
"I killed Frederick, I destroyed all of the cities you told me to, and I murdered all of Gavin's friends. Now will you just end my suffering?"
"You never told me why you want me to take your life."
"It's a long story. Just kill me already."
Wallace cracked his knuckles and picked up a pencil. He fiddled with the pencil in his hands and smiled. His smile was warped and twisted; it wasn't the same as the genuine smile he put on when he first met Emmett. "Tell me the story and I'll be sure to put in into consideration. After all, I could go to prison for this. Not to mention, you could kill yourself and I wouldn't have to go to prison."
"DON'T YOU THINK I'VE TRIED THAT," he shouted. Wallace dropped the pencil and stood up. He walked towards him and grabbed the collar of his shirt.
"Don't you take that tone with me," Wallace growled. "Why do you want me to take your life? You should appreciate life and what it means to be alive. Do you hear me?!"
Emmett pushed him off of him. "You are the only person who can kill me. I have an endless life span. I've been this age for as long as I can remember and you're the only person who can kill me. I will never know what it's like to grow old. If I have a wife, I will slowly watch her die. If I have children, I will be the one who buries them. I can never truly live. You'll never know what it's like."
Wallace looked down. He started to laugh.
"Oh, Emmett. You think that I can kill you after everyone else who's tried failed? What a ridiculous thought."
"It's not ridiculous! JUST KILL ME! It's simple, take the gun and kill me! No one will know."
Wallace took the gun out of his pocket and pointed it towards him. A smile crept slowly on Emmett's face. "Thank you."
He put the gun back in his pocket. "Emmett, I can't shoot you."
"What?"
"I'll go to jail. I have a wife and kids, I can't afford to--"
Emmett started to cry. He snached the gun from his pocket and pointed it towards his head. "Then I'll just have to kill you." Wallace started to shake. "N-No, please... I'll fix this! Why is it me who must shoot you?"
"Because... You're one of the only people close to a friend I've got. That's the curse."
Wallace started to shake. "I can't kill you." Emmett frowned and whispered, "That's too bad." He shot him in the head and watched him collapse to the ground.
"You could've been so happy living with your wife. But... You were so stupid. No one would've known, because I'm just an error in the world. Now, I must go. Enjoy your time in the afterlife, Wallace."
So he left to go visit Emily. He ran to her house with urgency, thankful that it was across the street, 3 houses down. He rang the doorbell. Emily answered. "What is it, Emmett?" He could tell she was irritated.
"Let's play a game."
"What? No, I'm a lawyer. I have no time for games."
"It's a simple game!"
She sighed and looked around. "Fine, come in."
He rushed her to the back of the house. "What's the game?"
"Pretend."
"Oh... Um, okay." He handed her the gun and told her to point towards him.
"Pull the trigger."
"What?! I'm not going to kill you!"
"There are no bullets," he lied. Emily ran a hand through her brown hair. She covered her eyes and slowly pulled the trigger. A smile crept onto Emmett's lips.
"Thank you."
Emily opened her eyes. Emmett was gone.
FIN.