Hey there my lovely readers. This chapter is something I have had sitting around for months, and I decided to post it, now here is the catch, if you want this continued, please review. Because this story is a little problem for me, with if I want to actually make a second chapter or not. Ill leave this up a few weeks and see if I should do this or not I suppose…

Well, happy reading

x R.

a Smoking Gun

Regina looked around, trying to understand any of the words the policemen were saying, but all that she was able to hear was a persistent ringing in her ears. She didn't even know she was crying until the tears were rolling over her lips, that still had her red lipstick to cover them.

Her mascara was definitely ruined by now but that didn't matter. Her whole appearance was ruined, her expensive Gucci dress covered in blood and the ends were torn and dirty, but that didn't matter either. The weight of the gun in her hand felt so incredibly heavy, almost too heavy to bear.

Her knees were begging to give out from under her, her whole body trembling, but nothing really came through to her. Not even her body's signals.

The sound of the gunshot and the ringing were plaguing her brain, tormenting her ears, that were begging for a blessed silence.

Not that she would be getting that now, oh no, not with policemen that seemed to be shouting words at her, throwing glances at each other. Police cars with sirens that were probably blaring, but she could hear a thing of that. No.

Just now she noticed she hadn't even drawn in a breath in while, probably not since she shot the gun... Probably.

Dizziness took over as she struggled to draw in a breath that her body didn't allow her to draw.

She hadn't even realised that the blood that was covering her dress wasn't all his. Because the pain of the gunshot wound in her shoulder wasn't prominent enough to even notice yet.

That she didn't notice the wound, didn't mean that the blonde policewoman didn't notice. No, she felt worry for her, because she had been calling her, together with Ruby Lucas and Will Scarlet, her colleagues.

She just didn't seem to hear them. It was as if she was in a trance, the gun hanging limply in her right hand, her whole body looked like it was trembling, but after an ordeal like that, that was only logical of course.

"Madam, please drop the gun and let us help you." She called out again in the hope that she would hear. That she would listen to her this time around, but failed again.

She saw the blonde's mouth move again, her green eyes filled with some emotion she couldn't decipher right at this moment, her whole mind just too messed up.

Sobs were racking her body before she noticed they were doing so, and with that her right hand lost the strength to even hold the gun and let it slide.

She heard it clatter to the ground but nothing else again. The clatter drowning out all the other sounds.

It seemed like the policemen now finally dared to approach her since she was now unarmed and not dangerous to them. And they picked up the gun that was smeared with blood, his blood, her blood...

She felt someone touch her unwounded shoulder, and that was what startled her out of her daze. She flinched at the touch, because a touch in her book had been to harm her for the last six years. A gentle touch wasn't something she was used to, so this touch just felt alien. It felt wrong somehow. At the same time though, it somehow felt right.

"Madam, you're hurt please follow me to the ambulance." A morphed voice sounded in her left ear, the same side as the hand resting on her shoulder.

The ringing, god the ringing. It didn't stop. It still hadn't stopped. Not since the first gunshot was fired. Not since his body fell to the ground.

She was led to the ambulance by the morphed voice and the hand on her shoulder. She was gently pushed down so she would sit down, and give the paramedics a chance to investigate the wound in her right shoulder. Just then, a tingling of pain rushed through her body. Just then, she finally realised his bullet had hit her as well. It wasn't just hers that hit its intended target, he had done as well.

Not that she wanted this, no, no of course she didn't want this. Who would want this?

But still, her hit was more effective, she supposed.

Again she didn't hear the policewoman talking until she touched her, which of course made her flinch. She looked up at her terrified, the ringing in her head now finally stopped, a blissful silence taking over, voices sounding morphed and inaudible. Not that she wanted to talk to anyone really, not after this ordeal. She needed some time to process this, she really, really did. Because well, a thing like this would not in any way happen daily to a person. Most of the time it didn't happen at all.

"...-pened?" She could finally make out some of the words the policewoman was saying to her and she furrowed her brow.

"What?" She asked, her voice sounding pathetically weak, if mother would hear her now...

"I asked what happened." The woman said, happy the other woman finally responded after thirty minutes of clinging to the blanket that was wrapped around her by one of the paramedics. another twenty minutes passed before there suddenly came a response

"I think you perfectly well know what happened, and if not. You're the police, you figure it out." She said, happy her brain was working again, well for speaking anyway, thinking back to what actually happened... She didn't even want to.

The policewoman furrowed her brow at this. It seemed like the woman had some sort of defence mechanism. Trying not to talk about what happened, because she probably couldn't handle it. In her years with the FBI she had seen this behaviour before. And she got it, the woman went through something horrible after all, if the bruises and the cuts on her body were anything to go by, and of course the gunshot wound in her shoulder. Maybe she should back off for now.

"Alright, you will be taken to the hospital, so that they can check you out for more injuries." She said calmly and finally retreated her hand from the tense woman's shoulder.

It seemed like she had suddenly lost her tongue, for instead of answering verbally, she just nodded and retreated back into herself again. Her thoughts trailing off into somewhere far into her mind, somewhere the policewoman couldn't even get to anymore, for anything she tried to say to her got lost into the void she had created between her and the outside world.

"Mary, Ashley, please make sure she gets thoroughly checked out, I suspect there are more serious injuries than just the gunshot wound." The policewoman said and the two paramedics nodded before putting Regina further into the ambulance and driving off towards the hospital. Now it was time to see what actually had happened in the Kingsley's resident. Because this was a far from simple case. No this would be something that would probably drag on, or well, that was what her gut was telling her right now.

Regina was rushed to the hospital, blood loss already getting close to the edge of fatal and it seemed like there were other injuries on the brunette as well.

The raven haired widow was unconscious when they reached the hospital, and thus didn't obstruct the checks they did. What the paramedics found out shocked them rather badly, because they hadn't expected a woman like this to be covered in so many bruises, burns and cuts.

They cut away the grimy, torn up dress, that must have cost a fortune to fully treat the wounds, some were even beginning to infect or already infected.

Curious as Ashley and Mary were, they looked into previous records of this woman, looking for how many times she had been committed to the hospital with injuries like this. The result made them feel so bad for the woman they actually got tears in their eyes.

. . . .

Ten days later Regina woke up from a medically induced coma, bright white lights shining in her sterile hospital room, with the steady beeping of a heart monitor that was probably located right next to her. for a fleeting moment she actually felt at peace, maybe she even dared to say safe, since Leopold surely would not be able to do something now.

The beeping for the heart monitor sped up and became erratic when Regina recounted what had happened to her, what had actually passed and what the consequences were going to be for her. She killed him. She shot him. The sound of the gunshot and the clattering of the gun when it hit the ground returning to her and making panic pool inside of her.

She would surely go to jail. Maybe even be sentenced to death for what she had done to him. God why had she picked up that gun? Why hadn't she just given up and let him shoot her, make her misery and pain end by one simple shot. One simple bullet that would pierce her heart and make blood and oxygen stop being pumped around in her whole system, making her body fail and die. Why couldn't that have happened? Why was she so damned stupid?

"Ma'am! Ma'am, please calm down!" She heard someone yell, but she was too far gone, panic gripping at her throat, making breathing an impossible feat, the heart monitor sounded like it was going so fast it would give up counting her erratic heart beats at any second now. Black spots floated into her vision, her whole body grew painful, and as heavy as lead at the same time, begging her to just give up, and let go. To let go and give up this fight she she wouldn't be able to win anyway, a fight that was fruitless, for if she did win, she would wake up to a miserable life. A life where she would be seen as a killer. someone so heartless that she shot her husband.

"Her heart... Failing…. Clear!" Was what she could make out before everything grew dark and she was plunged into a painful darkness. It felt cold. Ice cold. Like all the life had been sucked out. A place completely devoid of any sound, any life, just this never ending black kind of world.

was this what death was? A great black void of nothing? maybe this was hell? Was this the end, the terrible thing all people hoped never to meet?

Just then, it was like a new surge of energy was blown through her whole body, and she gasped to breathe in a new breath. Like it was the first breath she had ever drawn, almost like it would be the last one as well is she didn't soon take the chance of drawing it.

Her eyes shot open as the doctors all exclaimed their surprises. Regina Mills had been declared dead just a minute before she came back to life. The doctors quickly made sure she was hooked up to all the instruments needed again and they transported her to the ICU and let her sleep out the effects of the anesthetics. Regina Mills, Former Regina Kingsley, woke up after a ten day long coma she had been submitted into when she had shot her husband, Leopold Kingsley, and killed him.

I really hope you liked this, and please do review if this should be continued or not! It would really help a lot!