So I am making a new vow. I can't just abandon something when I actually have ideas for it.
Emma fixed her glasses on her nose as she entered the small store. The smell of soda and food hit her and she took in a deep breath. She was in a small town called Wrightly, it was in Michigan. Emma found herself walking in the store. She ducked into some of the aisles. Her straightened blonde hair pressed tightly into a bun. She had made sure to cover her face in makeup. Emma touched nothing.
"How may I help you?" came the light female voice as she stared at the seventeen year old.
Emma gulped slightly, "Just trying to find some snacks. I'm going to Indiana, hoping to make it there soon."
"Well it's only a few hours drive, no worries!" said the cashier. She had to be in her early twenties at the most. The guilt had long faded. Emma did this to survive in the world. She pulled the silver-painted water gun and pointed it at the woman. "All the money in register."
No one was in the store. The girl- barely a woman, held her hands. Shakily, they darted for the phone. Emma stopped her with a hit to the arm. She took hold of the cashier's arm and twisted it at an angle. You could hear the popping of the bones. "A-huh, p-please I-I'll ga-give yo-you the m-money." She stuttered in fear. Emma let morals fly out the window, but not before noticing the name tag. Oh lord, she hated names. They gave someone meaning. Lina B. Lina had friends, family, even a dog or a cat.
Lina unlocked the register and grabbed all of the cash. It was around a two hundred dollars.
"This won't be mentioned at all to the police, right?" Emma asked her, a smirk gracing her lips. Her voice almost sweet. Lina shook her head quickly. Emma, like lightning, grabbed the back of her head and slammed it into the cash register. Lina felt to the ground, a nice and deep cut on her forehead. Crimson liquid on the sharp metal of the register.
Emma gathered up anything valuable. She made sure to steal the tape from the cameras in the store. It had been in the office behind the register. Emma blinked only once and she found herself landing painfully on bright green grass. Sharp pains entered her knees.
"What the hell!" She spoke out loud, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings. She was not in Wrightly, Michigan anymore. That was for damn sure.
Regina relaxed a little as Roncinante trotted lightly in the grass. The brown coat glinting in the sunlight. "What the hell!" came a voice a few trees in front of her. Regina jumped curiously off of Roncinante. Her riding boots softly pressing in the grass.
A blonde girl, around her age, held a bag as she twirled around angrily. Regina felt a blush gather on her cheeks. The girl was very beautiful with her golden blonde hair and pretty green eyes. At least she thought they green. Regina stepped closer..Yes, green. The girl had not yet noticed her.
"Excuse me, but do you need some help." Regina found herself asking politely.
"Where the hell am I?" the blonde questioned her fiercely.
Regina stared at her, "I believe you are in the Enchanted forest, or in better terms, in my father's woods."
"Haahaha!" The beautiful girl laughed, "Oh Emma, why do the crazy people always find you!" Regina found herself smiling. Emma...The name suited the girl. Regina's eyes widened in fear as the girl fell to the ground, she seemed to have fainted.
Emma woke up to the feeling of a hand caressing her face. It was a nice, soft touch. She found herself pressing against it, willingly. Emma opened her eyes quickly and stared at the creep touching her face. Who she found surprised her...by a lot! A dark haired girl, no older than Emma, stared down at her with an odd expression. She was pale, but not too pale, and she screamed wealthy. Emma frowned, she could tell that she was going to be annoyed as fuck just being around this girl.
"How are you faring? Might I ask where you are from?" Velvet...No silk. Emma couldn't even decide what her voice resembled!
Ignoring the question, Emma sat up, "How did I get here?" She looked around the room. It was luxurious. The woodframe for the bed was carved wonderfully and there was a rather nice vanity a few feet to her left. As she expected, there was a huge wardrobe.
"My daughter found you in the wood." came another smooth-as-honey voice. Emma turned from her spot on the bed and saw an older version of the girl sitting next to her. The wood? She had been in a store, committing one of her weekly crimes. She could feel her head pound from just thinking of it.
"I don't exactly remember how I got there? If that makes since." Emma told the woman, hoping she'd understand. Something about the older woman seemed off. Creepy, almost.
"Well, I did find a rather large bump on your head. I was able to fix it right up! My name is Cora and my lovely daughter here, is Regina. We will offer lodging to you until your memories come back." Cora said kindly. Emma couldn't tell if she was lying or not, Cora had probably gave her a half-truth or something.
Emma nodded and smiled politely, "My name is Emma...I think. I can't even tell anymore."
"Well Emma, Regina will show you to your rooms."
Cora steadily went into her rooms. She stood in front of the spell book. It had worked. She had been hoping for man, the process of reproduction wouldn't have to have the use of a potion, but it couldn't be helped.
"Truly, you're evil Cora. Taking someone of powerful, royal blood and dropping them into your land. Just to have your daughter marry well." Rumpelstiltskin stared at her and smile gracing his face. He looked at her as if she had just done something incredibly funny.
"What can I say, I want some grandchildren. She doesn't seem royal."
Rumpelstiltskin giggled, "You know how the royal can be deary! There are bastards roaming all over the place. At least you got the powerful right!" He smirked and popped away to torture some poor soul.
Cora cursed, but soon relaxed. She had plans to make and do.