<strong>Mordecai ~ with Emma walking her back to number 4</strong><br/><br/>The nod was all he was waiting for. Mordecai turned and stepped off. It wasn't that he didn't have any feelings. It was that all his feelings ran along a vein of behavior that people discovered in a Stephen King novel. His kind of person really did exist beyond 'the end'. And it was him.<br/><br/>Unlucky people like Helen and Emma sometimes came in contact with him. And what made it worse was Mordecai was not a serial killer.<br/><br/>He didn't have bodies stuffed everywhere, although there was the occasional accident but that was purely an accident. Mordecai didn't play with something once then dig a hole or buy goulashes and a 50lb bag of concrete then drive to a dam.  People like Helen and Emma weren't that lucky.<br/><br/>Mordecai enjoyed stuffing people into his collar and training them to follow his orders, because unlike serial killers, Mordecai actually had a plan beyond taking someone. It was only when errant and careening comets like Madeline came along and messed up everything he had spent a lot of time properly planning that threw him off balance.<br/><br/>Mordecai was definitely off his game. He couldn't get some relief enjoying Helen. It was too soon. She had to heal up a bit first. The team had the bitches and Madeline wasn't getting any piece of him until tomorrow, and then only is she apologized and sounded sincere.<br/><br/>That left Emma for his personal attention.<br/><br/>Mordecai opened the door of the Hen House and tugged on Emma's chain.  Down the wide hallway to number four. He opened it up and motioned Emma to go first as he reached into his jacket pocket for those glasses and closed the door behind him.<br/><br/>So she could get his undivided attention. "We're going to move against the wall."<br/>