Emily Bishop's revenge.

Cold walls, only cold walls with an iron door and a concrete ceiling surrounded eleven-year-old Emily Bishop. She was just unlucky enough to be the daughter of a detective who did something bad without her even knowing about it. On one day she performed with the participation of her closest people, her mother and father. A maniac in a leather mask, calling himself Sid, who had experience in killing children, and people, in fact, decided their own fate, he killed Sandra, and Mat, who wanted to save his daughter, decided to go after the Maniac and shot himself, after what brought Emily to this damned room. The camera with the observer stood on the other side, and in front of them lay the body of the recently living father. He did not die immediately, the bullet hit one of the lobes of the brain, he managed to see that his daughter was waiting for the fate of Sid’s other victims, a slow death from hypothermia, hunger and thirst. Emily was sitting in the isolation ward; she had already given up trying to “wake up” her father. She hid in a corner and cried for her dead parents until she felt that she was beginning to choke or choke on her tears. It was cold in the room, Emily, sitting on the cold concrete, managed to freeze, but it didn’t wave to her, after 2 hours spent in the room, she wanted to freeze as soon as possible, death no longer scared the girl, she wanted to find a ghostly chance to see her parents again . Emily didn't cry anymore, she felt completely empty inside herself, she was very tired from extreme stress, she really wanted to sleep. After some time, she fell asleep in the same wire near the door. Suddenly Emily opened her eyes and saw that she was sitting in the kitchen, and her father was sitting next to her. She remembered that last happy evening with her dad, when she went into the kitchen so that she could not sleep. “Dad!” She shouted and hugged Matt firmly. “I knew it was all a nightmare!” I knew that you and mom were alive! Is that true? – Emily cried, remembering her father, who could not imagine his happiness. Suddenly Mat took Emily's hands from his back and looked into her eyes with a sad look. Emily noticed that Mata had a bullet hole in his head, rather than the usual pajamas he wore that evening, he was wearing a dusty suit. The smile fell from Emily's face, she realized that it was all a dream. – Emily. - Mat said with sadness in his voice. – Please, can I stay! I want to stay with you, even if it's a dream! What difference does it make, it’s better to die from the cold in your sleep than to suffer for a long time from hunger and thirst! I know (Emily stopped screaming) you think I’m little, but sometimes bad events make us grow up quickly, Dad. - Emily tried to hug her father again, but he stopped her with his hands on her shoulders. “I know you have to go through terrible things, but you have to be independent, you will survive at any cost.” No matter what difficulties you have to face, you must survive to take revenge so that your death with your mother will not be in vain. You know, all my life I have been a convinced atheist, I would really like to believe in the transmigration of the soul or life after death, but one thing I know for sure is that a beloved life is better than death. Never give up, fight, even if you don’t need strength, you must survive. Emily was touched by this speech, and she could not imagine such a monologue. She cried, although she no longer knew why. Too much grief poured out on the girl that day, and this dream was only a small part of the nightmare into which she found herself. -Yes, dad, I will be independent. Emily said through tears. Suddenly Emily felt breathing behind her, she decided to act for sure, without turning around, she took a knife and stabbed the man from behind. Turning around, she was horrified, it was her father, he recoiled, he fell, leaning his back on the refrigerator. But if it's Matt, who's sitting in the chair behind him now? Emily thought with horror, she didn’t have time to turn around when she heard an ominous laugh, it was Sid. He continued to laugh ominously and laugh louder. Emily covered her ears with her hands. Suddenly Emily opened her eyes, she was sitting in the same cold room near the door in the concrete room, she felt that her back seemed to be frozen in ice. With hatred, Emily kicked the stone, the stone rolled with a half-made screech and crashed into the leg of the camera. The camera fell and broke on the floor, Emily sat in the corner and cried again. When she calmed down, she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes with her hands, but her hands were still visible behind her back. She no longer collected the chair with folded arms and decided to act, about 6 hours had already passed. Sid, when he brought her here, threw a tool that looked like a saw in the room, the saw, although it had teeth, was sharp, Emily now never missed the chance to cut the rope on her hands, Emily was very cold, but in order to get to her father’s jacket She needed to cut the rope. She slowly walked to the center of the room and put her foot on the saw, turning it in the right direction, fortunately the second handle of the saw was on top. Emily quickly began to rub the rope on the long tooth of the saw; not even half a minute had passed before the rope broke. Emily nervously tore off pieces of verca with her hands and disdainfully threw them on the floor, Emily received incredible relief, lay in pieces on the floor. Emily was in no hurry to rejoice, she was still trapped, and Sid was still free. It didn’t all end with just cold, thirst and hunger were already approaching, the girl understood that she had to get out of here as soon as possible. Emily took off the jacket from her father's corpse, she no longer cried, as she was determined and suppressed all emotions in herself except anger and rage at the offender. Covering herself with her jacket like a blanket, she felt warmer, she sat down against the wall, so as not to waste time, she decided to search the pockets of her jacket, she found a comb, a pencil, a pack of cigarettes and a notepad, she understood these things would not help her much now. Emily decided to write a letter to whoever might find this notebook. She pulled her hands out of her jacket, and immediately the cold shackled the girl’s fingers, it seemed to her that they had become even thinner, but she continued, taking the pencil in her hands. “Dear reader, I hope you don’t end up in the same situation as me, my name is Emily Bishop and I’m 12 years old. My father was a police detective, he shot himself so that Sid would not kill me after he killed my mother, I am now sitting in a cell under a certain house in a field, Sid deprived me of my father and mother, but he will not go unpunished. He thinks that I won’t get out of here and will die painfully here, but he was very mistaken, he doesn’t even know what a person driven into a corner is capable of! And you, dear reader, fight to the last, no matter who you are, know that I love you, I am with you, I hope this letter will help you, goodbye. Emily Bishop 1979." Emily hid the pencil in the outer pocket of her jacket, and she put her hands in the jacket, feeling warm again. Before getting out, she decided to hide the letter here. Walking around the room, she saw a seam, then the concrete fell off the wall, and between the bricks there was a hole in the wall, -I'll put a note here. Emily said mentally. Everything was ready. There was no time to hesitate for a second. The escape from here was ready, for the last time she approached her father’s corpse, she bent down, took the pistol from his hand, and said “You shouldn’t have listened to me that evening, I told you that I had a dream that you would die.” Although, I understand that few people would listen to the dreams of a twelve-year-old girl or anyone at all, but I don’t blame you, you were a good dad, even if you were often away from home, I will miss you, I will not forget you. I will be strong. I love you dad.- Emily could not stand this moment, bursting into tears, she hugged her dear father tightly for the last time, she did not want to leave, but she understood that she had to get out, she had to live on. Emily covered her father's eyes with her fingers and covered him with her jacket. Before leaving, Emily said, wiping her tears. - Thanks for all. Turning to the door, Emily took 2 steps away from it. Her father told her that the Beretta 92 pistol he uses has a very tight trigger. Last year, Mat tried to teach Emily to shoot, saying that self-defense cannot be superfluous, but one day Emily pinched the skin of her hand on the bolt. She didn’t like shooting a pistol anyway; after shooting lessons, Emily’s hands often hurt from the recoil of the pistol, but she didn’t complain, although she could never get used to the fiery cloud that blinded her eyes, the recoil that seemed to break all the bones in her hand, the bolt and the firing pin which constantly, as if the mouth of a beast was trying to bite off part of the skin. She didn’t want to upset her dad, who was already rarely at home. Mat often asked his daughter if everything was okay? Does she feel good when she holds a gun? But Emily replied that everything was fine. She liked to just spend time with her dad, no matter what they did, those minutes spent with her father were the best in Emily's life. Less than a week had passed before I had to stop shooting. One day, Emily placed her hand incorrectly and the shutter severely pinched her skin. Emily cried in pain for a long time after that. Mat hurried to calm her down, he treated the wound and applied a bandage. He felt guilty for what happened, he encouraged his daughter and even joked. By the evening Emily had completely calmed down and was even smiling. That day, for the first time, she was so surprised by her mother’s indifference, not only that Sandra didn’t even ask how her daughter was feeling. She didn’t care whether she continued to learn to shoot or not, she just walked around the house, showing her indifference. This was far from the only example of Sandra's indifference. She seemed to ignore Emily, as if these twelve years had never happened to her, her daughter seemed to not fit into her life. The end of Sandra’s life was proof of this, she again didn’t care about her daughter, even when the nail went into her head, she didn’t think about her daughter, she didn’t tell her that everything was fine, she didn’t tell her not to watch her mother get killed, she even did not look at her daughter in the last minutes of her life. Previously, Emily tried to love her mother, but now the corpse of her mother, which was visible through the TV, did not evoke any feelings in the girl at all. Emily, at such an important moment, again indulged in nostalgia, which also did not bypass her feelings of self-hatred. “Why wasn’t I more stubborn!? Why didn’t you learn to shoot!?” questions were left behind in such an answer great moment. Emily took out the magazine, -13 rounds, one in the barrel. Great, that means I have 14 rounds. - Emily thought about the plan, taking a saw in her hands, she began to knock on the door, looking for the lock, but she couldn’t come across a dull sound, the only unusual sound was the noise of metal plates that seemed to be attached to the door. Suddenly Emily realized there was no lock on the door, it was the bolts that closed the door. Emily, in horror, cut out the saw, her head was constantly spinning with thoughts that she would never get out of here, she looked at the gun for the first time, thinking about ending her life the same way like her father, but then she remembered when Sid closed the door there was just one click. Exactly! An idea immediately appeared in Emily’s head, the door was closed with only one bolt out of two, she didn’t know which one, she put her eye to the door and saw that the plate on top was casting a shadow from the lamp in the corridor, the door was closed on the top plate. Emily was going to shoot directly at the center of the plate in the gap between the door and the wall, since the bullet would not pierce the door itself, from the marks on the floor and the position of the bolt, she knew that the door opened to the right, Emily's hands tightly squeezed the gun, 2 index fingers were ready to press trigger, and one eye looked at the door directly through the front sight. Emily, straightening her shoulders, pulled her finger off the trigger, a deafening noise filled the room, the bullet hit right in the center of the plate, piercing it right through. From such a sound, complete with recoil, Emily even recoiled against the wall, but quickly regained her bearings. Putting the gun by the door, she picked up a saw and began to quietly pick at the bolt, trying to break it. The iron plate was greatly loosened by the shot, but did not break yet. Emily tried for an hour to break the plate, but later realized a second shot was needed. The girl’s hands hurt terribly after the first shot, but there was nothing to do. Sid could have guessed at any moment that she was trying to escape; he had to act for sure. Emily spread her legs shoulder-width apart and grabbed the gun with both hands. She pulled her finger off the trigger again, the noise this time was even louder, and Emily even screamed in fear and fell on her father’s corpse. Emily lay on her dad and could not move from fatigue, -Thank you dad. Emily said as soon as she fell. “Falling on concrete would be much more painful.” Emily thought, suddenly she heard the door open on its own and a light breeze flew into the room. Emily raised her head sharply. The path to freedom was open; the second shot broke the bolt. Emily hastily dusted off her dress and, taking the gun, went out into the corridor, to her right there was a staircase at the top of which sunlight could be seen. Emily began to run up the stairs, but quickly became exhausted and was forced to climb on foot; the concrete steps quickly ended and before reaching the surface, Emily aimed the pistol in front of her. The last steps were already ending, but then a huge shadow appeared before the exit, blocking the rays of the saving sun. Emily's heart immediately sank, she felt the pounding of her heart, fear clouded her mind, she herself did not notice how a tear rolled down her cheek. After a long, painful wait, he finally appeared in front of her - dressed in a shirt with suspenders and overalls, wearing a leather mask with barbed wire wrapped around a hook in his hands. He stood without saying a word, devouring Emily from the inside with his gaze. Emily was not going to stop at anything, more so before the killer of her parents, gathering her last strength before pulling the trigger, she said. - This is for my parents! Sid tried to grab Emily's gun, there was 3 meters between them, but Sid couldn't reach it. Emily pulled the trigger, but fell, pinching her hand on the bolt, which tore the skin off Emily's hand, and the gun fell down with a roar. Sid received a bullet in the neck and fell on a hook, catching his rib. Emily felt severe pain, she crawled up the steps trying to take the gun, but later she saw that Sid could not move, he fell into his own trap when the barbed wire tied to a hook caught on the ring at the entrance to the basement. Slowly, Emily raised the gun and walked up to the maniac. A pitiful sight appeared before her. A pile of bloody meat lies in the blood, unsuccessfully trying to inflict pain on the object of its hatred, sometimes growling like an animal and spewing foam with blood from the mouth. Emily didn't feel any pain from the wound on her arm, she just wanted to kill her parents' killer faster. With bloody, trembling hands, Emily pointed the gun at Sid, Emily didn’t even flinch away, she confidently pulled the trigger, firing an accurate shot into the bald top of Sid’s head, depriving Sid of his miserable life. She already wanted to leave, but suddenly she decided that this was not enough, she had to make sure that Sid was dead, this time he would not leave so easily. Going down to the room, she took the saw with which she came to the dead body. Emily imperiously put her foot on Sid's back and jerk by jerk she began sawing off the offender's head, she didn't care about everything just to know that Sid was dead. With rage and anger, bursting into tears, Emily sawed Seed's neck Emily was covered in blood, her hair drooped, it was wet from sweat and tears. After just a few minutes, the head fell with a thud and rolled down the steps, dark blood pouring out after it. Emily walked over Sid's body and finally went outside, passing rows of cans and tools in the hut, she went outside, fresh air flew into her lungs. Emily walked slowly along the country road. Later, Emily went out onto the asphalt road, but during this time she did not come across a single car. Emily had been walking for about 3 hours. Emily’s throat was dry from thirst, and her stomach hurt so that Emily almost fell several times, and suddenly she heard the noise of a motor. A police car appeared from behind the hill. A young officer was driving the car; when he saw a girl walking along the side of the road, he quickly stopped the car and ran up to the girl. - Girl, are you okay? The officer asked sincerely. It was clear that the officer was frightened by her appearance or the gun in her hand. The girl's dress and face were covered in blood and dirt. Tousled dark hair fell over her shoulders, having lost its curl, and dried tears were visible in her eyes. The girl had many abrasions and bruises on her arms and legs, blood was dripping from the girl’s hand from an unhealed wound, drops of blood flowed down the gun and fell onto the hot sand. The officer looked at the girl again, he sat down on his knee and took her by the shoulders. “Where did you get the gun?” the officer said in a demanding but at the same time cautious tone. In response, he received only a quiet sob, and tears appeared in Emily's eyes. “Listen, I don’t want to harm you, let me take the gun from you and take you where you need to go.” The officer said carefully. The officer's hand went to the gun in Emily's hand. Emily couldn't believe that the nightmare was over for her, she dropped the gun from her hands and fell into the arms of the officer, crying more than ever. The officer did not behave rudely, he put his hands on Emily's back and said “You are safe, no one will harm you, I will take care of you.” The officer took Emily in his arms and carried her to the front seat of the car, wrapped the girl in a blanket, Emily said in a hoarse voice that she was really hungry and thirsty, the officer smiled and gave the girl his recently purchased lunch, Emily began to greedily eat the sandwich and drink soda. She needs lunch more than I do, the officer thought before turning the car around and driving into the city.