Deadly Premonition Fan Fiction (character belongs to the Deadly Premonition Project)

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Music in the background. It was Carol favorite song, the one that she sang each night at the Galaxy of Terror. The public didn't care much about the repetition, for it seemed that she was the main attraction, her performance the heart of the establisment.

A dab of mascara, a touch of eyeliner. One had to be careful with it, or the entire process could be ruined. The effect had to be spectacular, to make everything that relied on it worthwhile.

Thomas looked at the mirror, admiring his work. This was not like when he expressed part of his personality with the red dress; this time, he had to be sure that it would be perfect, that he would be the one...

''I dream of you...'' Thomas started singing, as he ajusted the blond wig on his head. She had such a peculiar hairstyle and G was a very picky man. However, he was sure that he couldn't fail... not that it was an option, this time...

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George was in his office, looking at himself in the mirror behind his desk. It would rain tonight, another perfect time to act and to show the rest of the town what power and authority were.

He would show them that no one could ever equal him, including that pesky special FBI agent. This was his town and no one would upstage him, not as long as he would draw breath.

Someone was knocking at the door. The agent was out on some wild goose chase while Thomas was in his patrol car, making his round for the day before returning to his clerical duties. Although there was a chance that a low ranked officer could be the person responsible for this, he had the feeling that it had to be Emily.

''Come in'' he said as he sat in his chair, looking at the back wall. Emily was nothing like the rest of these dull-witted individuals around him. She was a presence in a town that was trapped in its ways.

When the door opened with a slow creak, he took his time to turn his head as the noise reached him, making sure to pace himself in the process. After all, there was no need to rush the sight of a goddess...

Emily was watching him. There was something off about her; her hair was beautiful, but a bit different, almost fake. Her gaze was a bit absent, as if she was not herself. There was also something about her stature and her posture, almost as if someone was trying to pretend to be her...

''Thomas?'' he asked in a puzzled tone before a misshapen rag was put on his mouth, making his eyes close themselves without there being anything he could do to stop it, much to his dismay and shame...

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''Oh George, how I dreamed of this day, the one where we would be finally together, without anything or anyone standing in our way'' said Thomas as he pranced around while George, tied to a chair, tried his best to get out of the ropes that bound him.

''Are you out of your mind, Thomas?'' yelled George before a finger was put on his lips cut short to his violent outburst, just like the branch did, back in the days...

''George, I will always be your little Emily'' said Thomas, as Carol's singing started playing in the background...