"Anybody else want to give it a go?", asked Zelena watching careless how Emma was helped back on her feet. A soft, dark, voice echoed in the street.
"I do."
Regina walked her path towards Zelena, observed in amazement by the, paralyzed in fear, inhabitants of Storybrook.
"Did anyone tell you black is my color?", stated Regina with an evil grin and big emphasys in the my.
Zelena rised her head with pride.
"But it looks so much better on me", she smiled.
The two witches faced each other, keeping a respectfull distance, enough for a sudden spell.
"I was begining to think you were not going to show up", said Zelena.
"Save me the chat", cut Regina. "What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious? To prove you that I'm better than you."
Regina rolled her eyes.
"And that's why you are mimicking my taste on clothes colour. What happened with this think green of yours?"
"Shut up!", snaped the wicked witch.
"I don't deal with fans or wanabe rivals, Zelena. So, I suggest you that you leave this place at once."
Zelena bent back her head and laughed, a long, insane, full of rage, laugh. Suddenly she stared at Regina with the wrath floodind her eyes.
"Leave? I'm going to take back everything! All you took from me when you were born! I deserve it much more than you! I'm stronger, I'm more powerful, I don't have your weaknesses.
Regina steped forwards to her half sister, and smiled confident.
"Perhaps", she said in a soft voice, "but I have something you don't."
Zelena raised pair of doubtfull eyebrows.
"And what's th..."
There was a snap in the air, her sentence got interrupted and Zelena looked down to the arrow piercing her chest, and the heart inside it. Regina smiled.
"A sharpshooter, idiot."
There was a second snap, a second arrow, but it was not necessary. Zelena was already dead when she fell to the ground. Regina smiled to the corpse at her feet.
"Sacred silver embeded with holly water and an archer that never misses his target. Good bye, sister."
The inhabitants aproached the scene. There were some horrified voices.
"Oh my... Oh my... She is dead!", mumbled someone.
"Yes", said Regina.
Shocked eyes looked the dead witch and the pool fo blood forming under her body. Eyes still opened in shock.
"You can not do this! That was... That's..."
Regina didn't turn arround to face the offended inhabitant. Her soft, powerfull voice, anyway, made her froze in place.
"I don't play fair, my dear. I'm the evil queen for a reason. Now, let's face real problems."
Regina walked away, and looked up the clock tower. She could see a silouette on top, with a bow.
"Thank you, Robin", she smiled.
