The Good Wife (episode2)

Emma headed back home. The shop only opened at 11 am and she wanted to dress a little less conspicuous. Less like a mother of three who had never held a gun. She had however been doing research. She knew which weapon she wanted. She had chosen based on a few points. It had to be small enough to hide yet would drop a bad guy in one shot. She had even visited the nearby police shooting range. With eyes wide with astonishment, she witnessed female officers handle huge magnums without a flinch. There was something sexual and raw about the experience she never forgot. It was then that she had started working out. She had to strengthen her upper body to be able to handle any weapon with the confidence the female officers had. So 5 days a week, you could find Mrs Emma Engelburg in the weight section of her local gym trying to lift impossible weights. She would catch her own reflection in the huge mirrors and feel her face get red with embarrassment. The sagging middle from 3 pregnancies and flabby arms. She reminded herself of candy floss but on 2 sticks instead of 1. She did surprise herself at how fast she managed to get back into shape. After a while Emma stopped looking in the mirror and concentrated completely on her goal. Slowly the flab went flat and she was able to lift more weights faster. Emma had always been a physical person. Running in College and doing amateur womens wrestling before she got married. Emma had more energy than most and getting the endorphins pumping through her system again felt wonderful. Even Graham noticed a change, but this may just be as a result to the fact that Emma's need to evolve increased her appetite in the bedroom. More than once, Emma managed to surprise Graham with spontaneous sex on the kitchen table after the kids had all fallen asleep. It surprised both of them at her endurance.


It was on the day when Emma had finally mastered a shoulder machine when she had heard a couple of overly buff, 20 somethings talking about a new form of excersise and tension release. “I swear to God it is totally legal. You just drive up there and cut up shit. Stab what ever you can find.” The guy had a tattoo of a snake rapped around his biscept . His much skinnier partner was straining to push up some weights. Snake biscep continued oblivious to the grunted requested for assistance. Emma stood up and walked over to the due. “So does it work?” Emma asked. Snake bisep stared at her, grunted and said: “Whats a pretty lady like you need stress release? We talking about a guys sport. Don’t think you would have the stomach.” Emma eyed him out, bent over and lifted the weights off his skinny comrade. Snake Biscept started to shift, uncomfortably under her stare. “Why not go ask your man to buy you a treadmill!” “If I had a man, do you think I would be here lifting more weights than your boyfriend here?” Emma couldn’t believe the words had come out her mouth. She had simply slipped into a persona which would get the information she needed. Emma’s stance and posture had even adapted. Perhaps I had missed my calling, Emma thought.
Returning her attention to tweedle dumb and dick-head, Emma asked again.”So where is this place?” Or do I have to arm-wrestle you for it?” She leaned seductively forward. Snake bisept smiled, then shook his head. “Now, I would never think about hurting such a pretty arm.” He stroked her arm and whispered in her ear. “It’s the big house on Boundary Ave. You just show up and ask for Barnes. Just make sure you got enough cash. May be you and me should go up there together. Roll around in the mud and get all dirty. Would you like that pretty lady?” Emma felt his hot breath, then his tongue trace her earlobe. She moved in closer then simply leaned all her weight on the dumbbell his partner had been trying to lift. It slid all the rail and landed squarely on Snake Bisepts foot. Emma jumped back as she heard the small bones crack on impact. Snake Bisept instantly forgot about her. He fell onto his side clutching his shattered foot swearing at his skinny friend. The friend simply stared at Emma. “How did you…?” Was all he could get out before Emma turned and headed toward the ladies changing rooms. Sitting in the bench before her locker, Emma had millions of thought running through her head. What had she done? How had she even managed that? Those weights were at least 150Kg’s. The last question disturbed her the most. Why the hell had she not even hesitated when dropping the weights and shattering his foot. His dumb, self-obsessed, perverted foot. She suddenly knew why she had done it. He was on her list. Not his name, but his breed. The shit-heads who have been gifted with a life which they proceed to abuse, ignore or even use to destroy. Emma could feel her breathing slow again and stood up to leave. She grabbed her bag and headed out. On the way she passed her victim and his side-kick. The gym medic was looking at his foot while he swore at his friend. When the skinny one saw her, she was expecting him to point and tell exactly what had happened. He simply stared at her, with a look of both curiosity and fear. Emma rushed outside, fumbling her car keys. She didn’t feel the cold or even notice that she only wore her t-shirt and sweatpants. Finally she managed to get into her car and start the engine. She reversed without looking and heard muffled horns hooting as she drove out the parking area.

“What the hell is wrong with you”, Emma yelled at herself in the rear view mirror. “I’ve lost my fucking mind.” She drove home in automatic, barely remembering the drive. Emma ran into the house and into her bedroom. Her safe haven. She sat on the bed trembling. Crazy thoughts ran through her head like a scene out of the Twilight Zone. Multi-personality disorder. Schitzophrenia. Hormone imbalance. Demonic possession. All these and more ran through her head. But she knew none quiet fit what had happened to her. How she felt during the episode was what had scared her the most. She felt …… Alive. More alive than she had ever felt in her life. At least in this life, the one she remembered.