Emmy was not the hero and never had been. She was never the one to rush into a situation and attack it head on. She was usually the one who ran from her fears, hoping that if she was just fast enough, she might live to see another day. She had been living this way ever since she was kicked out of her house and scorned for being born with powers. It hadn't been her choice and she had been asked beforehand, she would have chosen to remain single.

But Emerson was not always this flighty. Growing up, she was a sweet and charming young women who was very good in school and played on the varsity volleyball team. She was a straight A student, her IQ above that of those her age. She tested about 2 grade levels more advanced and if she had been given the opportunity, she could have graduated high school by 16.

However, such a life had never been destined for Emmy. When she turned 13, all her troubles began. Not only was she a frightened girl just coming into womanhood, but she was cursed with a power that she could not control. In her small town, being different was not something to be celebrated. Having powers was a death sentence. There was no Hogwarts to teach her how to manage this cruel world. Even her family all but abandoned her.

By the time she was 15, Emmy had enough of the treatment she had been receiving. Her parents fed her just enough to keep her body alive but she was not allowed out of her room to watch TV or hang with friends. She was told to lock herself in there and try to pray to God to take away her powers. It had been a very dark time in the girl's young life so it was no surprise that at 15, Emmy ran away.

It was then that she met Alex.

Alex had come from the same situation, being born with the ability to read minds. His family had treated him the same so when he left at 17, he lived off the streets, trying to survive the only way he knew how. When he met Emmy, he had taken her in, embraced her powers and tried to teach her to control them. He loved her and she loved him. It was during one of her practice sessions that the same weather she had conjured had torn apart the abandoned warehouse they were staying in. Alex had given his life for her â€" the ultimate sacrifice. He had shielded her when the building came down, allowing her to crawl out alive.

Ever since that night, guilt had fueled her thoughts and actions. She felt responsible for Alex's death and that is precisely why she had come to Sacrosanct. She knew his parents lived somewhere around here and so she had made it her mission to go door to door to find them. She hadn't found them yet and honestly, she wasn't sure she ever would. But she had to try. She had to let them know that their son was dead and that he loved them.

That brings us to the present â€" there is no question about why she is here, why she is so desperate in this moment. She has to live to see another day. She has to complete her mission. And yet â€" here she was, stuck in a cave by a handsy man. It had been a long time since a man had laid his hands on her. The only one given that luxury had been Alex. The feeling of a man's hands on her does nothing but feel unnatural. And so, she does as a woman is programmed to do: fight back. She is not ashamed of the punch she lays upon the stranger. And yet, she is oddly curious as to why he's taking the time to compliment her punching ability. She hadn't taken any classes, she just knew enough to protect herself.

She claims that she can take care of herself, wanting no part of this man. And yet, his words were aggravating. Did he really take all the credit? "Don't call me sweetheart." He hadn't earned that right to use such an endearing nickname, though he hadn't meant it in such a manner. "The storm would not have hurt me..." Her voice turns soft, almost defeated as she thinks about the storm she had unintentionally summoned. The lightning stuck around her, but not on her. The hail fell around her, but never on her. The tornado, though it surged towards her, did not make her feet even falter. It was like she was immune to her own creations. It was aggravating. Had she known this before. She could have protected Alex. Alex could still be alive.

It was in this moment that he claims he was not about to jump her and steps aside so she may exit. She feels less trapped and she can immediately feel some of her need to flee simply vanish. Just knowing that she had an escape route was good enough for her. "You may not want to jump me...but someone does and I intend on not allowing that to happen." She would not just stand back and let things happen. She would not allow someone to take away what little innocence she has left. She was no virgin, but she certainly wasn't going to lift her skirts and just take it from a man.

She leans against the back of the cave, feeling the rocky back pressed against her own. She tries to calm her breathing now that she knows this man isn't trying to cause her any harm. Eyes, no longer frosted white, settle softly on his. "So why did you feel the need to save me? You don't look like the type." Really, he looked overconfident. Perhaps he had only saved her so he would get some sort of return for his good deeds. If this was the case, he would be thoroughly disappointed.