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I Am Emma Barnes

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I woke up as Emma Barnes, and immediately, canon was derailed.
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Your first time is always over so quickly, isn't it?
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Got temp banned on SB because my fic was too explicit. Hopefully, this site is less strict😢



One second, I was lying in bed, wrapped in my comfort blanket burrito-style, earbuds in, listening to Sabrina's latest song. My eyes were closed, my body was soft and warm, and my thoughts were just starting to drift off into nothing.

And then I blinked.

And I wasn't in my room anymore.

Everything was wrong. The air was cold and biting, wet against my skin. The ground wasn't a soft mattress but pavement under my feet. My whole body flinched before I could even think. I stumbled backward, the soles of my shoes—wait, my shoes?—skidding on something slick.

It was night. Rain was falling. The sky was heavy and colorless, dim orange light spilling from faraway streetlamps. The alley around me smelled like garbage, wet stone, and something metallic. Something bitter.

I was outside.

Why was I outside?

Why was I cold?

I looked down at myself. Freckled arms. Pale hands that didn't feel like mine. My breath caught. My chest rose and fell too fast, my thoughts tripping over themselves.

And then I looked up.

There were men standing in front of me. Four. No, five. Forming a half-circle, like they'd done this before. One of them had something in his hand, something long and metallic that he dragged against the pavement with a scraping sound that made my teeth hurt. A pipe? A crowbar? A bat? My brain refused to make sense of it.

I didn't want to know.

"Pretty little redhead," one of them said.

He sounded amused, like this was funny to him. Why did he sound amused?

I froze. My heart was pounding. It was too loud in my ears, drowning out everything else. I stepped back again, legs shaking, and slipped. I fell hard, the ground tearing into my palms. Pain bloomed up my arms, but it barely registered. All I could think about was how badly this felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

I couldn't even speak. My lips were trembling too much.

Red hair clung to my face, wet with rain and something warm and sticky dripping from my temple. Was that blood? Was I bleeding?

"Leave me alone," I whispered, except it didn't come out all fierce and dramatic. My voice cracked on the words. I sounded like I was about to cry, and worse, I didn't even recognize the sound.

They laughed. Of course they laughed.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, something shifted. A shadow against the darker night. Up high, above the alley. I looked up, heartbeat stuttering.

There she was.

Crouched low on the rooftop, cloak billowing gently in the wind and rain. Her bodysuit was black and skintight, broken only by metal—painted just as black—on her knees, arms, belt. Her face was covered by a hockey mask, smooth and painted equally black.

Only her white of her eyes were visible. It was a scary sight, especially once recognition set in.

Shadow Stalker.

I couldn't breathe.

No. No no no no.

Everything around me dissolved. The rain, the voices, the pain. All I could feel was the world crashing in on itself. That mask. That rooftop. Those eyes.

I knew what that meant.

I knew where I was.

"This is Worm," I whispered.

And then the words spilled out before I could stop them. "Oh God. I'm Emma Barnes."

Shadow Stalker didn't move. She just crouched there, all silent and scary, like some judgmental gargoyle. She was watching me. Just... watching.

She didn't come down.

Because I didn't fight back.

And in canon, Emma fought.

I didn't.



The next three chapters are available on my Patreon, and yes I have a Patreon. But why should you check out my Patreon, you ask? Well, the answer is simple, silly. You want to read all the Yuri fanfic—you can find the explicit one that caused me to be banned on there—I will write before anyone else. And, you want to support me too, I guess.
 

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