So this is another one of my stories based on the admins at "Get away from my godson" on Facebook. It basically follows season 3B of Once Upon a Time, so I write the chapters once I get new episodes and sort of just go along – so I do not know exactly where I'll end up in the end X) Anyway, hope you enjoy it! Reviews are, as always, much welcome!
Her head was spinning and she feared that if she opened her eyes she might throw up. She could already feel the bile rising in her throat and struggled to keep it down. Close to where she was laying she heard a grunt, telling her that wherever she was she was not alone.
"Hey!" a female voice suddenly shouted, piercing the air and causing her to grimace.
"Stop shouting", a familiar voice nearby muttered.
"Filipi?" she asked, daring to open one of her eyes somewhat. The blonde grunted and rose up on her elbows.
"Good to see you, Rachel", she said.
"You too."
"Get away from there!" the female voice shouted, causing the two girls to look up. A group of ragtag people were standing further down the road, accompanied by a truck and a yellow bug.
"If you would just stop shouting, the headache might go away enough for us to stand up without fainting", a new voice said. Rachel looked to her left and smiled slightly at the gangly boy.
"You too, Toby?" she said and rolled onto her stomach, grimacing as she tried to get the world to remain still for longer than a few seconds.
"It would seem so", he answered. "What exactly happened?"
"No idea", Filipi answered and got up on her knees, "but if the three of us are here I would not be surprised if..."
A screech caused the three of them to look up and then, without further thought about potentially throwing up or fainting, scrambled to their feet as they tried to get away from the large, winged creature that suddenly swooped down on them. The woman who had told them to get away from where they had been laying pulled out a gun and fired at it, causing it to screech again and fly off just as the trio reached the rest of the group.
"What the hell was that?" Rachel gasped, staring at the quickly vanishing black shape.
"It was the same thing that took Little John", a man close by said, his accent British. All three newcomers turned their heads towards him.
"I'm sorry, what?" Filipi said. "Little John?"
"Yes", the man answered, his brow slightly furrowed and his tone clipped. "Why would that be strange to you?"
"Because they're not fairytale characters", the woman with the gun answered.
"Of course we're not fairytale characters; that would be ridiculous", Toby said. The rest of the group glanced at one another.
"Maybe not completely ridiculous", Rachel said and straightened up, grimacing slightly at the constant throbbing in her head. "That man over there has a hook for a hand."