A/N - This is inspired by the new promo. I am absolutely horrified by the lengths they are going to to make Regina suffering. Physical torture as severe as this makes me feel so sick inside :( How are you supposed to change when you get manipulated into murdering your own mother, lose your son to your enemies and now electrocution and her magic being purged... :/ I am not sure if I will like the canon version of events so this is my version. I hope you enjoy. Please review :)
Warning - This story contains violence and torture by electrocution. Please don't read if you feel uncomfortable.
"LET MY SON GO!"
Regina flexes her fingers and the door bursts inwards in a shower of faint purple sparks, her stance every inch the Evil Queen. She will not allow this. Her son may have disowned her in favour of Miss Swan, but she will never abandon him. Emma is not here now and so it falls to her to protect Henry. A responsibility she is more than willing to take on.
"One step closer, Miss Mills," threatens the woman, holding Henry to her chest, her terrifyingly lethal shock gun, or whatever the hell it is, pressed against his throat, ready to active at the flick of a switch.
"And who might you be?" asks Regina, her voice still managing to sound superior.
"Who I am does not concern you, Miss Mills. It is your son who does," responds Tamara.
Regina breathes deeply. The way this wretched woman says her name, all arrogance and cockiness, fills her with the urge to lash out and send her hurtling into a wall. She steals a glance at her son, her precious child. A sense of pride washes over her, for he does not seem afraid, despite the weapon that could very well end his life. So very much like her in that way...
"Henry is a child. But more importantly he is my child. And I swear to you, that if you harm one more hair on his head, then I will make you wish for death a thousand times over before I even consider granting it."
"Threats in your position, Miss Mills? Not exceptionally wise."
"Let him go and I'll let you escape with your worthless life. I'd call my offer very generous."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Miss Mills, but I seem to hold the power here. What can you do to me before I harm your boy?"
"We both know that you know exactly who I am, Tamara. The Evil Queen. Regina. You would do well to remember that."
Henry watches the exchange in silence, concentrating on his breathing. The threats from both women scare him for different reasons. His mother is scary enough when she is ruthless but something about Tamara makes him shiver. She is not unintelligent and she knows her opponent's fearsome reputation well. This woman would not be so careless as to subject herself to her wrath if she did not have a better plan than this. Plus, why would she want him?
"Ah, Regina. It is so nice to see you again."
Mother and son turn their heads to the direction of the voice and see a man standing in the shadows, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Owen," Regina speaks, lips tight, eyes alight with murderous rage "I should have known."
"You were foolish to come here," he says, offhandedly, his demeanour telling everyone that it was predicted "Your magic may be powerful but it does not rival modern defences."
"I came to retrieve my son," responds Regina, voice as sharp as a dagger.
"Ah, I never knew you were capable of emotion, Your Majesty," he mocks her "After all, you ripped my father from my life and sent me across the line ALONE. The world thought I was crazy."
"I was going to keep you and your father safe and well. We were going to be a family. Everything you'd ever want. You rejected me. You stepped across the line. You made that decision," continues Regina, as if her past choices disgusted her "I even shed tears for you… A little boy, alone in the world, at my hand... I wanted to bring you back but it wasn't possible."
"How touching," Tamara interrupts, impatient.
They are reminded of the current situation.
"What do you want?" Regina repeats.
"I want magic, Miss Mills," the long-awaited answer finally comes.
Silence. The slight ticking of a clock. A reminder that it will soon be over. That it will soon be too late.
"Then take me!"
Silence. A gasp of shock escapes Henry. His captors share an amused glance.
"Owen, my son is innocent. Would you see a child suffer? Like you did?" she sees what drives him and she plays on it as she does weaknesses.
"You destroyed my innocence," he spits back at her.
"Precisely, I did it. Me. Not Henry. Take me and punish me for it. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
"I want you to feel my pain, Regina. Emotional pain."
A bitter laugh from her for she has already suffered such.
This isn't a joke, Henry knows. She means to sacrifice herself for him. All the times he shunned her and said she was incapable of love almost cause him to stumble. Guilt. He has never felt guilt before, not this strongly.
"Let my son go and do what you will to me. Take my magic. Whatever you want. Have your revenge," Regina speaks with clear conviction, no hint of fear for what they will do to her.
There is nothing left for her now. Without Henry, there is no purpose to this life. Without love, she will never be happy. If he dies, she will too.
Silence. Owen and Tamara exchange contemplating glances.
"I am the Evil Queen, taught magic by the Dark One himself. My magic exceeds anything Henry could ever offer you."
Silence. Tamara walks forward so slowly it's almost as if the whole nightmare was happening in slow motion. With a shove she releases Henry into her partner's arms and grabs the queen by the wrist, weapon held to her neck instead.
Henry screams at her, tears trickling down his cheeks. He begs her to get out of here, that there's still time to use her magic. He tells her they'll hurt her. He tells her he doesn't want her to die. He tells her he's sorry. He tells her he loves her.
Regina feels a sharp pain in her neck. Her body convulses almost immediately from the painful electrical charge. She falls from her attacker's arms and hits the floor, hard. Her vision dances with black spots.
She tells him she forgives him. She tells him that she will always love him. She tells him to run.
And her eyes close as she succumbs to the darkness and to her fate.