Who, or What, is She? (Discontinued)

Wells cooked himself a simple dinner before retiring to bed. He didn't have time to stay up and smoke. He had work to do in the morning. He needed to help the town look for the animal that killed those boys, and Conner. He didn't know what to do about the suicide.. that was something he couldn't touch. He sighed before sinking into his bed and drifting off to sleep.

"Maime.. Maime.. Maime!"
Maime snapped out of her thoughts, and turned to Megan who looked terrified. "You're bacon is burning," she cried. Maime had zoned out in the middle of cooking, and she looked down to see a pan of sizzling charcoal.
"Shit-!" Maime pulled the pan off the stove ans dunked it into the dish water. The water bubbled, and sizzled as the pan cooled.
 
Perhaps it was too early to kill Wells. After all, killing him right after Maime told him what she thought, or rather knew would be an illogical move...

Emily snickered at all the noise while drinking her now usual mug of coffee in the seat she now regularly sat in and wondered what Maime was thinking about that was so important. Probably the fact that there was a shapeshifter hiding in the town.
 
Maime sighed before she prepared another pan of bacon. She couldn't concentrate. The thought of someone else dying because of her was nerve wrecking. Conner had a whole life ahead of him, and Wells wanted to live the rest of his life comfortably. If Maime wanted to track down this creature, she and everyone else need to be careful.
"You alright Mam," Megan asked. "You look tired.." Maime was. She had been up all night trying to connect dots, and creature theories. Nothing added up. Nothing made sense.
 
Emily rested her head on one hand and held her mug in the other, looking out the window. Maime was clearly into the supernatural before Emily had come to town, so it was unsurprising that she paid attention to the clues. Now Emily wanted to know how quickly the waitress would figure out that she was not what she seemed.
 
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"I'm fine," Maime sighed and smiled. "I just need some breakfast, and-" She gasped before whispering into Megan's ear, and gesturing towards Emily. Megan gave a long "ohh" before nodding and heading to the food cabinet.
 
Emily noticed Maime's gestures and looked towards the two questioningly. Did Maime just figure it out? Took her long enough. Emily took another sip of coffee and continued to stare at her.
 
Maime began flicking on the waffle makers, and turning up the stove dials. She was a quick worker, and knew how to get things made fast for her customer. She looked to Megan, and nodded. Megan hid a giggle beforw jogging out the front door. She held up, and air horn and blew in. Hoooooooonk!!
 
Emily watched Megan confusedly, placing the coffee down right before the horn sounded, at which point she visibly jumped and covered her ears. What the actual hell were those two up to!?
 
Suddenly, a plate of waffles was placed on her table. "Welcome to Coalbed," Maime chimmed happily. "New customers get free waffles! It had been so long, I'd forgotten we made that up." She chuckled and smiled. "Waffles, pancakes, toast, French toast, doesn't matter! This one's on the house!" She gave her a wink before sitting a canister of syrup by her plate, and heading back behind the counter.
The plate was stacked with 3 waffles, sunny side eggs, 3 strips of bacon, and a sausage patty.. Maime was quite proud of what she made in such a short time. She felr bad that Emily didn't get such a nice breakfast before all of this began to happen. She hopped it could cheer her up.
 
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Emily smiled gratefully while looking at Maime, "Oh, thanks!" She then took a bite of the eggs and resisted retching. They would be good for a normal person, however as established, she wasn't normal. The scent of food made her want to barf, the taste and texture even more so. Despite this, Emily finished each bite, taking swigs of coffee in between to keep it down, getting up once she was done, paying for the coffee, and leaving. Such a strange tradition...
 
Maime waved to her as she left the store. She hoped she didn't just scare off a potential friend. She was probably not even a waffle person. Maime sighed before she heard the door bell ring. Her body was filled with relief as Wells limped into the store.
"You're alive," she exclaimed before running to him. Luckily Megan had left to talk to her boyfriend after blowing the horn, so they were alone. She gave him a tight hug, and he patted her back affectionately. He chuckled. "Ain't dead," he replied. "Jus upset." Maime pulled him to a booth, and sat down. "What's wrong," she asked.
Wells shook his head. "We found dog hair on Trevor," he answered. "We got the dogs to give it a sniff- hopin' it would lead us somewhere.. but they ain't got nothin'. It's like we had them sniff a cup 'o flower!"
Maime raised her hands before looking around, and dropping her voice to a whisper. "You see?? It has to be-" She paused and looked around. "It! Because it doesn't have real DNA to look at or smell!"
 
Emily looked behind as she walked away from the diner, relieved. At least Maime didn't figure out what she was and tell her coworker. Otherwise, Emily would have two problems in her hands! However, the food was less than desirable for her. She had just eaten it to not make Maime feel bad or suspicious.
 
Wells sighed, and rubbed his decent eye. "Okay," he rumbled. "Okay.. okay.. so if you're so damn sure that they're somthing in our town. Where or what do you think it is posing as now??"

"Emily," Maime answered as if it was a simple question.

Wells paused, blinking. "You think it's Emily," he asked. "Do you have any evidence as to why you think it is her? I'm nor breaking down no stranger's door for nothin'."

"You just answered it," she said. "She's a stranger. As soon as she comes into our town, shit happens. She doesn't act like a normal person, and I haven't seen her eat or do anything else since she got here. I just have her some food, and I could see her trying not to vomit!"

Wells sat there. Silent. He sighed, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "So what do we do," he asked.

"Kill her. Duh."
 
Despite knowing, or rather thinking that Maime didn't know what she was, Emily still felt worried. It was possible that she did know and was telling someone right now, pointing out the inconsistencies with normal human behavior and Emily's behavior, and planning what they could do! "Wait, calm down Emily, you're being irrational... Even if Maime did know, I could just kill her and whoever she tells... Right... ?" She whispered to herself as she walked.
 
"So how the hell do we do that," Wells asked as he took a drag of his cigarette. "If it can change into anything, wouldn't that pose a problem for us?"

Maime nodded. "Yeah.. it would. Just- just gimme some time to see what I can find. Go home and talk to no one!" She needed to stress that he was alone. She would've invited him over to her house, but she was certain Emily would become suspicious if she saw them together. Maime stood and gave him a hug before switching the diner sign to "Closed" and running to her car. As soon as she was home, she got to work.

Wells did as she said, and stayed at home with his dog. He walked around his yard, trimming the grass, throwing away trash, and tuning his truck. He was passing time until Maime called him.
 
Emily headed home at a brisk pace, quickly going inside, transforming into a cat, and making its way to Wells' house. It was about time it killed the old man just to ensure that he couldn't know about its true identity. When the cat got to his house, it meowed pitifully and flipped onto its back, extending its front paws and dilating its eyes to look as sad as possible.
 
Wells glanced at the cat before spitting on the ground. "Go on somewhere before I kick ya," he growled before limping towards his sleeping dog. He gave it a pat, and it sprung awake, growling at the cat. "Coon ain't too friendly 'round cats," he warned. He didn't know why he was talking to a cat, but he didn't like cats anyway.
 
This wasn't going to be easy... The cat mewed and got back up, slowly creeping towards the two with its ears back and a sad look. It didn't need to do this, but it preferred to.
 
"I warned ya," Wells growled before taking his cane and swinging towards the cat. He took satisfaction in hearing the thud of wood against its soft body. "Coon, get your diner," he ordered before limping inside his home. His blood hound immediately ran towards the cat to devour it.
 
The cat hissed at Coon loudly and swiped at the dog, growling and eventually standing on its hind legs. Its teeth and claws lengthened and its body changed into the skeleton form it loved oh so much as it grew taller.
 
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