"You do not fear death. You think it makes you strong. It makes you weak. How can you move faster than possible, fight longer than possible without the most powerful impulse of spirit: The Fear of death?"
-The Blind Prisoner (The Dark Knight Rises)
Prologue
"In a Dark, Dark Wood"
Franklin Stein Home for Gifted Children
1993
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In a Dark, Dark Wood…
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There was a Dark, Dark house…
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And in that Dark, Dark house…
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There was a Dark, Dark room…
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And in that Dark, Dark room…
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There was a Dark, Dark chest…
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And in that Dark, Dark chest…
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There was a Dark, Dark box
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And in that Dark, Dark box
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There was…
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"Hello!?" Emma screamed, pushing as hard as she could on the wooden walls. She could barely move in the cramped space, as she continued to scream, "Hello!? Please is there anybody out there!?" There was not a light anywhere, but she could feel the rough material, keeping her inside the crate. Like an animal, she moaned and whined, trying desperately to get out. The air was thin, but the room was hot.
She could feel the cold sweat roll down every inch of her body. She could hear the PLOP! of the small beads, shattering into the puddle below her. "Please!" she cried, tears falling like waterfalls down her face. She shook violently, her fragile frightened figure banging against the walls, uncontrollably.
No idea how she got inside or why, she tried to calm herself down and think of a plan.
It's so dark, she can't see a thing, but in her silence, she heard something. Passed the quiet sobbing, she tried desperately to contain, she heard it. Singing…
"A woman in the graveyard sat… Ooooo…Ooooo…OooOoo,"
Emma knew this voice but for some reason couldn't name it. She was too scared to think. She could hear more things being thrown around. Something of metal, and instinctively she could tell it was very, very sharp.
The man continued to sing, "Very short and very fat… Ooooo…Ooooo…OooOoo."
That's when she found it. It was a tiny hole in the wooden walls. Feeling it with her fingers she could tell it wasn't very deep, but she figured she could maybe push a finger through it and at least see where she is. So she did, and as she pushed as hard as she could through the wood, she continued to listen to the creepy singing.
"She saw three corpses carried in…Ooooo…Ooooo…OooOoo."
Emma pushed again, she could feel it breaking beneath her thumb.
"Very tall and very thin… Ooooo…Ooooo…OooOoo."
Emma pushed harder, she was almost there!
"To the corpses the woman said, 'Will I be like you when I am dead?'"
Emma pushed and shoved and then stopped. She heard footsteps, the sound of heavy boots echoed all around her. Silencing herself, she tried to pretend she wasn't even there. Dropping her head below her knees and covering her head with her arms.
She was only dreaming, she kept telling herself, it was only a nightmare! Any second now she was going to wake up!
But it was no dream or nightmare. The sound kept getting closer and closer of clacking feet, when finally it stopped.
"To the woman the corpses said, 'You will be like us when you are dead.'"
The box opened and Emma looked up.
She screamed.
READER'S NOTE!-
It's FRIGHT-TOBER! I rikkin LOVE Halloween, and thinking about what Emma must've went through being a kid, I started thinking: What if her powers showed up earlier? What if "The Home Office" was a real thing? What if Dr. Frankenstein wasn't the Docter of Storybrooke? So here's the horror story, Emma's horror story of having to deal with those who wanted to disect her like a frog. That's what's this story is about! I hope you like it, but if you don't that's okay! Either way, please...
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