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*Jefferson*
I was sitting in one of the, many, rooms in my over-sized mansion in this land-without-magic, just finishing up watching my daughter Grace eat dinner with her 'new' family.
My head was pounding. It isn't particullay 'fun' being the madman of Storybrooke. Just a couple days ago, he got pushed out a window my Mary Margret, a captive he captured in order to get the Saviour, Emma Swan, to his house to make him the hat. Ofcourse she didn't belivie. Who would belive a madman? Nobody, ofcourse.
I even planned it all out. It was hard, obivously. But it finally worked. After Gold planted the key under her bed for some unknown reason, she went bolting into the forest. I knew that her little best-friend (Who is really her daughter) would come looking for her, right when I saw Mary Margret running at top-speed with a terrifying look on her face. After that, he offered to hide her in his house, away from Regina. Why she said yes to a man she doesn't know, its still quite a mystery to him. But, isn't everying a mystery to him? Hmph.
Anyways, after that, I brought her to my house, knocked her out, and went outside, on a walk to clear my head, thinking how all this would roll out. To my, rather EXTREAME luck, she was out driving. I stepped out into the light when she was turning, and fell down the hill, making a perfect injury on my ankle. After that, she drove me to my house, a drugged her, made her make my hat to return me with my daughter. To be honest, even I can't rememeber what happened after that. Stupid headache.
But, a couple days after that, a new experience made me quite happy. Grace just laughed at something that her 'mother' said, as she got up and gathered the dishes. He felt rage boil through his head. If his little Grace was living with him, he wouldn't make her do any chores. As his hot-headed brain was cooling down, he heard knocking.
But not just any knocking. It was almost - desperate - knocking, repeatdly and hard, and it went on for 5 mintues until he finally got fustrated and got up.
'Who would be stupid- or desperate, enough, for that matter, to be knocking at his door at 7:00 night?' he thought to himself, practically skipping down the stairs as he reached the main foyer, where he saw a silloutte at the door. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he reached the door, slowly moving his hand to the doornob.
I swung the door open, but the sight was not at all what he was prepared to see.
There was a girl, rather tall but only an inch shorter than him, standing there. There were tight hospital scrubs around her that reached her knees. Her skin was tight agaisn't her bones, to the point where you could almost see them. She had blonde-brown hair that reached her shoulders. She had scars all over her arms and legs, and one that was faded, but still visible that went from above her eyes, horizantiol across her face until it reached the bottom on her jaw. But there was one thing that shined above everything else.
Her eyes were a deep shade of purple, with a sparkle in them. She was a mad one, too.
I smirked to myself as I took her in. Maybe I'm not alone after all.
"Woah, what happened to you?" He asked, taking a step forward. She flinched at first, but let me lightly grab her shoulder and guide her into the foyer.
"Whats your name, dearest?" I asked, a hint of madness dripping in my tone. She was bloody, obivously, seeing how she was marking her way by bloody footprints. She must of ran a long way to get away from whatever she was running from, I observed.
The mysterious girl blinked a few times, and started to stutter as he lead her to the couch and sat down right next to her. "M-M-My name i-is-" She looked down, then into my eyes. I smirked into her eyes and I saw the purple in them. Something was...special about her. "Alice." She finished. I felt my heart stutter for some un-known reason as she looked back down to her hands, obivously shaking.
"I-I won't stay for long, I just needed to get out of that...place." She said the last word in a death-like whisper.
"Where did you come from?" I asked urgently, taking her hands with mine. She looked confused at first, as if trying to search her brain for that one word.
"The asylum." She whispered. My smile grew bigger. So she is a mad one.
"Well, you obviously can't pass of being a normal person looking like that." I said, springing up to my feet, bringing her along with me. "What do you mean?"
"I'm going to take care of you, ofcourse. You need protection from Regina, and I can provide that." I said confidently. She looked so - familiar -. I must of seen her in Fairy tale land once. Hmph.
She nodded, almost cursing under her breath.
"I knew it was her." She muttered. I squinted my eyes at her as I gently placed my hand on her arm.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, trying to hide my confusion.
"The queen, ofcourse! She was the one that did all of this!" She said, her voice suddenly louder. His feet wanted to step back, but his mind told them to stay in the same place. She suddenly became quiet again as she shyed down abit.
"You probley think I'm crazy now." She muttered, turning her head away.
Man, my day has been full of werid events, but this had to not have been werid- but extrordinary. She remembers! He isn't the only mad on in this bloody town!
"No, I don't think your crazy at all. Infact, what would you do If I said that I belivie you? That Regina is a queen from a diffrent land?" I asked her, cupping her chin gently so she would look up at me. Her eyes seemed so glassy, full of tears, of what he couldn't tell, but not out of sadness. She was holding them in, trying to be brave enough to not let them show.
She breathed in, showing a little smile tugging at her lips as she looked up at me.
"Y-You belivie me?" She asked, almost suprised at me. Who wouldn't be? Stumbling into a random mad-man's house, bloody and all, then talking about how the Mayor is queen and haveing somebody belive her?
"Yes. None of us are from this world. Now, we shall talk about this more, but we really need to get you cleaned up." I said. I was so desperate to talk to someday that actullay KNOWS what I am saying, but I need to get her cleaned up. I need to be there for her. But most importantly, I need to protect her and let nothing harm her.
We spent the next hour or so combing through her hair (After she took a proper shower- god knows how long its been since she has had one of those), finding a outfit for her, then letting her explore my mansion.
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*Emma*
Dear god. I have been awake for 4 hours, sitting on the couch at the apartment, going through the last of the papers for a recent case. I let out a big sigh, putting all of the papers back into one big file, my stomach grumbling.
"Wow, looks like somebody is hungry." I heard Mary Margret call from coming down the second-floor steps. I rolled my eyes, setting down the heavy file onto the table with a loud 'thud'.
"Yeah, just a little." I said, my voice heavy with sarcasam.
"Well, I was thinking that we can ha-" Mary got caught off by the knocking at the door. I sighed once again, getting up to the door.
"Hello?" I asked, opening my eyes to see who the visitor was.
Great. Just the icing on the cake, today.
"What would you like, Regina?"
"Hello, Ms. Swan. May I come in?" I looked over my shoulder to Mary Margret who was still standing at the counter. She looked back at me, then hurried upstairs before Regina came in.
"Uh- sure, I guess." I said, opening the door wider so she could come in. She was dressed in her black, as always, a smug smile on her face. I closed the door as I folded my arms over my chest, almost tapping my foot, impaitenly waiting for her to say why she is here.
"Well?" I finally said, angry at the sight of her looking around the apartment.
"Oh- fighsty, Ms. Swan? Let me tell you that it won't get you anywhere." I rolled my eyes again, crossing the room.
"Anyways, I have a case for you to look into. This morning I got a call from the Hospital that a -speical- patient, ran out, and we, the people of Storybrooke ofcourse, need her back in, for the saftey of others." In my mind, I scoffed. It sounded like this was a presidential speech by the way she spoke.
"Well, Regina, I can't get anywhere if I don't have anything to go on." I said dramatically. She scoffed, pretending to look affended.
"Well It happens that I do have some valuable information for you. Her name is Alice French." She began, waiting for me to write it down. I got a notepad and she continued.
"Anyways, like I said, her name is Alice French. She has been in the Aslyum for 18 years. She got admitted when she was 10 years old after repeadtly hurting those around her. Her father is Moe French, and that is all the information we currently have on her. I asked Grahm to go through on the case, but aparently he is too busy working on the cases that his little deputy wasn't doing." She said. Her words were like posion, but I didn't let them affect me- well, on the outside at least.
"Okay, thanks. I'll get on it right away. Now if you don't mind, I was in the middle of something, so if you would be so kind to leave now..." I said, gesturing to the door.
"Right." She said, walking over to the door and opening it. Before she took a step out of the apartment, she turned around and smiled at me.
"If you were looking for someone to- per say, interview on our poor little Alice dear, I would suggest Mr. Gold. He did, after all, just beat up her father. Maybe he knows something." With that, she turned around and quietly shut the door behind her, as I listened to her high-heels click away.
"Well, this is going to be fun." I muttered, heading for the kitchen, making some dinner before my stomach gets compared to a dog growling.
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*Mr. Gold*
It's been 30 years today, that Belle left my 'rather large estate'. Why I have been counting, I don't know. I have been trying- desperatly trying, to not let the memorys of her presence invade my mind, but today, as I sit in the back of my shop, the chipped cup in front of me on the table, the pain in my head only increases as I do, finally, remember her.
I remember her smile. Oh, that beautiful smile. In all the days, being ripped from her home and family, to living with a beast, she still gave him her sweet and innocent smile that could of lite up kingdoms over the Enchanted Forest. I felt my breathing become ragged, sorrow filling up my heart and lungs. I remember when I first started to feel that werid emotian that I spent decades living without- loving someone.
It was when I caught her in my arms when she fell off the ladder, tearing down the once dreadful curtains. The light hit her hair and face so perfetly, making her look like an angel. My heart would stutter from that moment on whenever she would playfully swat my arm, of smile at me, or gods- even look at me.
And then, when she kissed me, I felt as if all of my troubles were somehow erased, and everything was perfect. I don't know what I was thinking when I thought she was the Queen's spy. It made sense at the time, but now, oh now it makes sense on how why she WASN'T the queen's spy. If she was, she would have faught to stay, or even try to kiss me again. But she never did. Instead, she kept her courage and told me that I was a coward, and that I had a empty heart and a chipped cup. She couldn't have been more right.
Beating her dead for stealing the cup seemed some-what right at the time. After he sent clerics to kill her, this beautiful and innocent creature, then stealing the up, it compltely sent rage into me as I was blind with rage.
So now, it has been only 2 days since I was released from the Sherrif's holding cell. Ofcourse, Moe dropped the chrages. Who would ever go up agaisn't him? Maybe the devil, but he would even end up cowaring in a corner agaisn't the mighty Rumplestiltsken.
I sigh, getting back to reality. Now looking back, I wish I would of given up my powers for her then. My power means absoulutly NOTHING compared to this amazing beauty. But at las, I let my cowardice take over me, and now I'm in this stupid town, trapped. But thats not even the worst part.
I thought that I would be alone here. I thought that I would have power over everyone, even without the 'power' itself.
What I didn't expect was being married. To my old wife.
When I woke up that morning, I was mortified. I found out the truth about my 'wife' who took off after I came back from the war. I found out that she was a 'man jumper'. She has dated and married a lot of men, and when she saw that I came back from the war, she took off to a new man, leaving a 2-month-old Baelfire behind, with nobody caring for him.
So now, having her here, is just a plain punishment. No doubt in my mind that Regina made sure that she was here, married to me. I tryed everything to get a divorce, but it always backfired on me. Now, I am married to the one woman I actullay hate more then Regina, in this town that I can't escape.
Her name is Olivia Gold. She has black/brown hair that reaches to her ears. She is almost as tall as him, but not quite. She is a very 'girly girl', always wearing dresses and skirts, with bright colors.
I sigh loudly as I get up, tucking the chipped cup into my suit jacket pocket, grabbing my cane and looking through the store one last time before locking up.
"Time to get to the Devil's den." I muttered under my breath, getting into my black car and driving off to my 'house'.
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*Jefferson*
I love watching her explore. For some reason, I feel like I have known her for one thousand years, yet I have only been with her for an Hour and a half. I feel..connected..to her, in some way.
Right now, she is taking in great intrest in my room full of hats. She picks them up and looks at them, feeling the fabric and materials of it, then going to the next one. He laughed quietly, gently picking up the one she had in her hands and putting it back on the table.
"Hey, do you want to talk now?" I asked slowly, holding her hands and slowly guiding her towards the door to go to a diffrent and less..harmful..room.
She hesitaited to speak at first, but then looked up and smiled a little bit.
"Sure, I'd uh- love to." She said. Her voice as improved in the last hour, it becoming a little louder, above a whisper at least, everytime she decided to speak.
I smiled, guiding her back to the foyer. The footprints were still there, but he could care less about it. It took a couple of mintues, but suprisngly, she was the first one to start talking.
"So, uh..I guess I should start, on who I am- after all, you wouldn't want a complete stranger in your home, right?" She asked, looking at me. I laughed, nodding. Australia. 'Strange..I can't remember meeting somebody that had that accent in our real world..." He thought to himself. Besides my laugh, I just nodded a response as I never looked off her gaze.
She took in a deep breath.
"Well, here, it started off when I was 10 years old. All I can remember was my dad...abusing me...and after that, is just a 4-wall little room in the bottom of the hospital."
"But thats not all..is it?" I asked more to myself then to her, arching my eyebrows while still looking to her.
"No, it isn't. They call me insane, mad, crazy, all because I remember a diffrent...area. It sounds werid, but it almost seems like a diffrent land in general. I remember staying in this castle, with a man who wasn't a man, then, being rejected and transported to this land called Wonderland..." She stopped to think.
My breath hitched in my throght. Wonderland? 'That means that I have seen her before!' I thought to myself. 'She remembers..' so many things were going through my head right now.
"I mean, I must- no. I HAVE to be crazy. Everyone I know calls me crazy..." Alice said, tears finally stumbling out of her eyes as she started whimpering under her breath.
I gather her into my arms, burying my nose into her hair.
"No, no you aren't crazy at all." I said, trying to sooth her.
"Please don't send me back." she whispered into his neck, her arms coming around him.
"I won't." I whispered back. We fell asleep as a thunder storm rolled in, but she never once left my arms, and I sat there awake.
'Maybe- maybe I can finally do something right.'
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AUTHORS NOTE:
SO, omg, is this a good chapter or what? I thought so!
I was intrested in making a Mad Beauty realtionship, so, a las, here is this story! I'm watching the red-carpet event for the emmys...just waiting for Once Upon a time to appear. I saw where Ginnifer Goodwin is sitting! EEEP!
Also, guess what starts this sunday. ONCE UPON A TIME SEASON 2! AHH!
I will update on the second chapter either today, tomrrow, or somtime soon. My computer is being re-built so i can't update my other stories right now. Sorry :/