AN: Hey so this is a revamp of my first fanfic as the other one was a little too script based and a blag to follow. I've been working on it for a while now and its going to be a emotional journey so buckle up. This Story is very dark and may not be some peoples cup of tea so you've been warned, but I will mention any triggers at the beginning of each chapter.
A little info for you: The story mainly follows Morrigan, Regina and Emma, occasionally switching from one perspective to the other (Their thoughts indicated threw italics). And the fic jumps from the Enchanted forest to modern day Storybrooke so we can follow the characters developing relationships.
I don't own any of the OUAT characters but Morrigan is of my own creation and I hope you can stick with her throughout her and Regina's journey! :)
Trigger Warning: None-Con...
Two weeks had passed since the dark curse was broken issuing a subtle kind of normality over the sleepy town of Storybrooke. After a lot of anger and confusion, the towns furious citizens regrouped into a devastating mob, raining down fire upon the place they called home for almost thirty years. Among the destruction, The Dark Star Pharmacy and Granny's Diner baring broken windows and the clock tower showing off a distinct scorch mark just below its face.
Walking below said clock tower, Dr Whale staggers on wobbly legs, an unsteadily weave snaking across the sidewalk as he makes his way down the dimly lit street. Every now and again he holds himself against picket fences and stone walls in an attempt to keep himself upright while barren streets pay no mind to his lucid state.
He makes his way to the hospital and lingers outside the automatic doors. Inhaling deeply, his sleeve wipes callously at the sleek sweat at his upper lip, the good Doctor gathering as much composure as possible to keep stares and idol gossip from spreading, This isn't his first rodeo rolling into work inebriated.
Walking quickly as not to be caught and pulled into a drawling conversation about tests or patients, he makes his way towards the back of the hospital, pulling out a plastic card and approaching a secure looking door with a keypad. Hastily the plastic swipes with a beep, shaky fingers punching in a code while determined blue eyes keep a look out. As his thumb hits enter, a green light bleeps, a click of tumblers before he quickly tugs the sturdy door open and slips through.
Clumsily descending the stairs, stepping into the hidden asylum ward and grabbing a set of keys from the desk drawer, he paces into the long hallway but frowns passing the cell Belle was kept in for all those years of torture before he stumbles towards the next cell.
Turning the key with an ominous clunk the door is pulled open wide and blue eyes peer into the darkness. A cruel smirk slides into place, his tongue licking dry lips while his whole demeanor changes, confident, wanting and giddy as he walks into the center of the room not caring that the cell door is wide open behind him.
"Welll look whose still alive." He chuckles to himself, arrogantly lifting his chin to emphasize his new position of power.
Leaning against the back wall of the cell, Bound, blindfolded and gagged is a beaten and bloody Regina Mills. Her silk blouse ripped open exposing angry red gashes across her chest and sides. The right side of her face not obstructed, visibly shows an angry combination of purples and blues. She's slumped at an angle as if to release pressure on the blacking skin at her left side. Her heads slumped slightly, matted tresses hiding her weary expression as she vaguely realizes she has company.
"I thought by now one of the others would have ended you." He sing songs gleefully, taking a few unsteady steps towards her and kneels with a wobble.
A firm hand grasps her chin, lifting her head and a small whimper echos into the darkness.
"But I guess rev..revenge is too much fun, and you should suffer for what you've done!"
He wrenches the cloth from Regina's bloodied mouth and she gasps at the pain at her bruised jawline. A shaky thumb carefully caresses her split lip drawing out an involuntary shiver from the tender touch.
"Whale..Please." Regina's voice cracks with pain and exhaustion but he simply laughs a little louder than necessary.
"Oh Regina, begging's sooo not you." He stands, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.."Now, you know the drill by now so chop chop dear."
"I cant, please, I'll give you anything just..just let me go, I need to get back to my son." Tears well up behind her already soggy blindfold, Henry's smiling face looking back and forcing a threatening sob up her scathed throat. He had been her only light in the darkness, the only thing that pulled her threw the torture time and time again.
"Henry? He's moved on. He finally has a family, his real family and they've forgotten all about you!"
Regina bites her lip at the emotional blow to her heart, Henry wouldn't have forgotten about me, he loves me..Doesn't he?..
"Nobody loves you Regina, you had to curse an entire kingdom and beyond to even have the slightest chance at a happy ending and you failed! Now we get justice, I get justice!" He throws his shirt to the floor and grabs her shoulders roughly.."Now, on the floor Your Majesty!"
Regina shakes her head, repressing inevitable sobs bubbling to the surface but before she knows what's happening, a hard blow to the jaw wrenches her to one side as another plows into bruised ribs. She screams in agony feeling the already splintered bones cracking that little bit more and hits the floor with open sobs. He pushes her onto strained wrists, the sound of his pants zipper filling her with familiar dred as she cries out imploring for help but its once again met with deaf ears...