Sitting in the back of the SUV, Emma tried her hardest to keep her eyes off the man that sat next to her but she was finding it hard. There were so many questions she had that she needed answers to. Who was he, where was he from and most importantly why was he after the tesseract. She knew she would get no response to any of them so she didn't bother asking, but she was good at reading people so maybe she could wiggle it out of him unknowingly.

Her gaze moved to the two men in the front seats who she assumed were his bodyguards. The thought made her smile, thinking someone like him would need bodyguards. She noticed though that both the men's eyes were the same shade of blue that resembled the stone from the man's spear. The same spear he had touched to her chest, that seemingly had no effect. Were they under some spell she was impervious to?

"What are you?" The man asked breaking the silence and pulling her from her thoughts. She glanced over at him, confusion crossing her face.

"What am I? A girl. Human. Impatient at how slow we are going. Whichever you want to run with is your choice." She shrugged. She wasn't even sure what sort of question that was, it was beyond random. She moved her Rocky's up front, looking at the clock on the dash. 1:34 A.M. It wasn't like she was actually in a hurry to be there but she didn't want to be with this man any longer than she needed to be.

"You mind controlled a god, I don't believe in the slightest you are but a mere human. No human could overcome me so easily. Do not lie."

A god? He was joking right. She smiled thinking this guy was crazier than she originally guessed. "A god? A god of what exactly? You don't look like much of a god. Also if you were truly a god then why would you searching for more power unless you are just a waste of a god. Pathetic if you ask me."

Emma was starting to understand that pushing this mans buttons was becoming easier and easier. He balled his fists and she was violently slammed against the side of the SUV, slamming her head against the window. She really needed to learn to wear her seatbelt. The man held the spear up to her throat as she sat back up, his face telling her he was not playing around.

"Where is the tesseract." His voice rang dark in her ears. Her words really pierced him.

"We had a deal." She muttered, looking between him and the spear.

He pressed it into her neck, cutting her just slightly, watching as a small line of blood trickled down the blade of his spear. "Well I'm changing the deal. I'm not here to oblige to the likings of some pathetic mortal. I will give you one chance to tell me or you are no longer useful to me."

She thought for a second, knowing very well if she told him then she also wouldn't be useful to him either. "I will tell you now but what is stopping you from killing me right after I speak?"

"Nothing." He replied coldly. She tilted her head slightly, looking at the man intently. He was serious, she had a fifty fifty chance of surviving this. With either outcome she was going to make him work for the tesseract.

"Malibu point. California. It's heavily guarded but I have a feeling that won't be much of an issue for you."

A dark smile crossed his face as his hand tightened around his spear. "You would be correct in that assumption." Before he had the chance to cut her throat, Emma stared into the man's eyes, watching as they glossed over and he stopped moving. The mans face shifted to the same dumbfounded look he had back in her cell.

The SUV slowly came to a stop and Emma opened the door, moving the spear away from her slowly before jumping out of the SUV. She stared at the spear that was still extended at her, a million thoughts running through her mind. She wanted to grab it and run but she knew better than that. She needed this man to leave her alone not give him more reasons to kill her. "Well Mr. Manson it was great to meet you. Thanks for the ride to… wherever we are. I wish you the best of luck in your quest."

With that she shut the door and looked around. They were in some small town she had never been to before. She wasn't sure how close she was to her destination but anything was better than nothing. The street was quiet and she watched as the SUV drove off quickly. She would let them go once they were far enough away.

She walked down the street looking for any indication of where she was. It felt almost like a ghost town, not seeing one person or even a car pass in the minutes she had been walking. Maybe people too their sleep seriously around here. The streets were lined with little shops that were all ran out of houses. She saw some restaurants that were in warehouse buildings but only two. She imagined this is one of this towns where everyone knows everyone.

She pulled out the folded up piece of paper and read it over. 2917 Carlisle Blvd NE Albuquerque, NM. She had stared at this paper for years and finally it was her time to visit it. As she kept walking she happened upon a big house with all the lights on. A big sign sat out front that read Heart's Desire Bed and Breakfast. Maybe someone inside could lead her in the right direction.

Emma walked up onto the porch of the old style Victorian pink house, taking in all her surroundings. She couldn't remember the last time she had been outside long enough to enjoy it. She took a seat at one of the rocking chairs, letting the breeze just blow across her face.

She enjoyed the little things when she could but she had to remind herself not to dwell on them or she would risk her life. She got up promptly and made her way to the front door, opening it slowly. She noticed a young lady and an older woman sitting behind a desk talking to each other intently.

They were discussing a tv show they had running on the small old style TV sitting on the counter behind them. They took notice of Emma the second she walked through the door, both of their faces showing signs of shock and concern.

The old lady got up first, practically running around the desk straight up to Emma. "Oh my sweet girl are you alright? What happened to you?" She asked reaching out to Emma. She backed away instinctively, looking down once she realized what the woman was staring at.

Clear as day, she noticed her arms were covered in dried blood. She realized how she must look to them right now. Some girl they've never seen before shows up covered in blood, wearing all all white pants and tank top. She only prayed they didn't try to call the police. She had since forgotten about the woman that begged her for help, grabbing her arms in her last attempt for life.

The younger woman came around with a blanket, throwing it over Emma's shoulders with a rub on her back. "Honey you look just horrible, and what happened to your neck?" She questioned. "Maybe we should call Roger." She looked up at the older woman and they nodded in some silent agreement.

"Please don't call anyone, I'm not here to start trouble. I just was trying to find out where I am." Emma spoke softly trying not to alarm the women. They exchanged worried looks before the older woman finally spoke.

"Oh sweetie you're in Raton New Mexico."

New Mexico. At least she was close to her destination, the same state was a good start. The woman urged her to sit down, assuring her they would not call the police. The young woman ran around frantically grabbing water and some type of pills to give to Emma.

She gladly accepted the water but there was no way she would take any pills. It was interesting to watch the two women try so hard to take care of her. It was something she had never witnessed and the more they did the more uncomfortable Emma became.

She went along with it for a while but after twenty minutes of small talk she had enough and tried to leave. "Just stay the night! It's on the house. You can head out tomorrow but we think you should rest." The younger woman pleaded. She thought about it heavily but in the end declined. She needed to get to Albuquerque by morning.

"I really must get going. I'm needed in Albuquerque by tomorrow." Emma stood handing the banker that had been covering her shoulders back to the young woman. She held up a finger to Emma running behind the desk and pulling out a small grey book.

"We have a bus that runs from Denver to Albuquerque every few days and it's about time it stops here again," she flipped through the pages with purpose a huge smile crossing her face as she found what she was looking for, "ah ha! The next bus will be here tomorrow morning at 8 A.M! Pick up is a street over at highway 87."

"Just stay the night, shower, we can get you on that bus tomorrow." The old woman beamed. She guess it couldn't hurt. It wasn't like she would get there any faster tonight. She nodded finally accepting defeat and the two women beamed with excitement. This was going to be a long night.