Emily Mills walked into her room at Regina's house and set down the book she was carrying, closing the door behind her with a gentle tap of her foot. Turning around to grab her bag and go downstairs, she gasped at the sight of the formerly King George, alias Albert Spencer during the curse, and her brother. Henry's arms were tied behind his back, and he had a piece of duct tape over his mouth. Spencer held a gun to his head.

"If you scream, I'll kill him."

"No you won't," Emily countered, thinking on her feet, though thoroughly terrified, "If you went to all the trouble of tying him up to kidnap him, and coming in here after me, then you need him, so you can't kill him."

She struggled to keep a cool head and a steady tone.

"On the contrary, I need one of you," said Spencer, "The boy just happened to be taking a quick nap when I came in. He woke up while I was binding him, so I made sure he wouldn't call out. I could have just walked away, but upon hearing you coming up the stairs, I decided to grab you while I was at it."

Emily debated the truthfulness of George's words.

"What do you want?" she finally asked.

"In the long run," he began, "To make David pay. For now, hurt his daughter through you and your brother."

Emily silently prayed for her mother to open her bedroom door, see George, and help her. She frequently glanced at it, but sadly, she had no such luck. George saw her and smiled.

"I'm afraid neither of your mothers will be coming to save you," he said, chuckling darkly.

"What did you do?"

He dodged the question, asking his own, "Are you going to come quietly, or will more painful methods have to be used?"

Spencer pulled Henry's head back by his hair, causing him to wince in pain as Spencer repositioned the gun.

"Stop. Fine."

"Before we go, I need you to write a message for your family."

"What do you want me to write?"

He made her sit down at her desk and write as he explained what he wanted. He looked over her shoulder to make sure that she was writing exactly what he wanted. She then was forced to let George tie her hands like her brother's. She turned her face away when he tried to put the tape over her mouth, but he grabbed her by the chin and yanked her to face him.

Placing the tape over her mouth, he snapped, "Don't disobey me, and you probably won't die. Get the picture?"

Though he couldn't see it, Henry glared at George, the intensity of his anger and fear only growing. George forced them to walk downstairs to his car, passing an unconscious Regina in the dining room, and made them get in. They drove for a while, and the twins wondered if they were leaving Storybrooke.They turned onto a beat up narrow road and Spencer had them get out.

"We're walking now," he said, "Keep up."

They walked deep into the woods, eventually stopping at an old abandoned house. He shoved Henry into a small room. He walked down the hall and pushed Emily into a room of her own. He pulled a magical blocking cuff from the pocket of his coat. He wasn't stupid. He had heard that Emily had finally learned how to finally control her magic. Something about an angel with a shotgun and monsters that couldn't stand music a few weeks after the fiasco with Hyde. Since Hyde was dead, George had decided to make his move. He placed the cuff on Emily's already bound wrist.

"Have fun."

He laughed and slammed the door, leaving Emily all alone.

*Screw my dumb computer, this is totally a line break*

Thanks for reading, sorry for taking forever. My Once fics generally take longer than everything else, and I've got a lot on my plate right now. thanks for understanding.