Storybrooke, Maine
Chapter One: Superpower
Everyday Emma picked up the keychain and starred at the little silver swan. Months ago, when she spotted the pendant in the convenience store, she liked it. It was a symbol of her last name, kind of a part of who she was.
After a few minutes of twirling the pendant around and studying the tiny bird, Emma's frustration would build and she'd throw the keychain across the room. Today was no different.
"I hope you rot in hell," Emma murmured in anger after the pendant hit the opposite wall and clattered to the floor.
"Swan?"
Without a word, Emma slid from the bed and got to her feet. She didn't make eye contact with the officer as she walked to the door. It was lunchtime.
"Get your things," the officer said. .
Emma looked up in question.
"You're leaving."
Emma barely spoke a word during the four months she'd been in prison. This was one of the very few occasions words left her lips.
"What?"
"Your bail's been paid," the officer droned.
Emma's brows knit in confusion. "But-"
"Most people wouldn't argue the chance the leave jail."
Emma gave the slightest nod while turning to her cell. She looked around. Nothing was hers to claim… except the keychain.
Without much thought, Emma walked to the far corner of the room where the chain landed. She put her hand on the small bulge of her tummy and she bent to pick up the pendant. She then walked to the open door.
"That all?"
Emma nodded.
With that, the officer took Emma's arm and led her to the front office.
"You're paper work is done. You're free to go."
Emma nodded as the officer walked away. She lifted the chain in the air. All she had to her name was a car key and a swan pendant.
"You ready?"
Emma spun around at the gruff voice. A tall man with brown hair, blue eyes and a black leather jacket was approaching.
"Do I know you?"
"You did… for a short time."
"Who-"
"I bailed you out. Ready to go?"
"Who the hell are you? Why did you bail me out?"
"Let's just say you and I have something in common."
"What does-"
The man sighed and said, "you've got two options. You can get either get in that little yellow bug and drive around aimlessly until nightfall, crash in your car and repeat for days and weeks and months and maybe even years, or you can come with me. I get you're confused and weary but I won't hurt you, Emma, not like Neal did."
Emma's brows furrowed, her eyes narrowing in anger. "My life is none of your damn business. I don't know who you are or how you knew Neal, but I'm not going anywhere with you."
"What about your baby? Do you want it to be born in the backseat of the car?"
After a moment of Emma's silence, the man continued. "You can trust me. I want to take you somewhere safe. I'm trying to help you… I wouldn't have paid thousands of dollars to get you out of jail if I didn't have good intentions."
Emma looked into his eyes. She examined his facial expression… he was telling the truth.
"If you makes you feel more comfortable, we can take your car."
A minute passed and Emma nodded a bit. The man smiled.
"Where are we going?"
"Storybrooke, Maine."
To Be Continued…
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