Story 1: Fear part 2

The headline read "Seven women found dead." Emma had become accustomed to being sheriff, but murder was oddly enough, not common in Storybrooke. Sure there had been a few, but this was a slaughter. Seven women were raped and murdered then left dead in a car park. There were fingerprints, that was a start, but it didn't match anyone in the files. Whomever it was, knew how to hide.

"Hey mom!" Henry said, bursting in, interrupting Emma's train of thought. Emma spun around to face her son. She was glad he was here admittedly, but nonetheless annoyed that he barely went to school anymore.

"Henry, shouldn't you be at school?" Emma asked, wishing her concentration hadn't been broken. The boy shrugged and answered, "I wanted to help you."

Emma still hadn't grown accustomed to this, even after the time she had been in Storybrooke. Henry looked at the discarded newspaper, then brought out his book, comparing each victim. Emma had gotten her phone out, she had to explain this whole thing to Regina. Voicemail.

"Here we go." Henry said, handing his mom the book. It had nothing to do with the murder. The picture was of a two women standing on either side of a door. Emma stared at her son confused and asked what this had to do with the replied explaining, "The art museum reopens today, Elsa and Anna are probably linked to it somehow. There's no such thing as coincidence in Storybrooke."

Emma didn't believe in magic, not yet anyway, but Henry was right about something, the murders at the same time as the museum opening couldn't be a coincidence.

"Ok kid, I'll check it out, you stay out of trouble." Emma said, knowing he wouldn't. Henry nodded then taking his backpack left the sheriff's office.

Regina as usual, was not pleased. She was one of the few people who remembered, so she knew who was good for her, and bad. The opening of this museum was bad. She had known of the ice queens power, and knew no curse could destroy it, no matter how she tried. To make matters worse, various murders had popped up in Storybrooke, and knowing the sheriff, she was suspect number 1. Then again, she thought, she would link the murders to this place. If she played her cards correctly she could take out to birds with one stone. She knew just how to do that.

Hannah was flustered, and nervous, and felt like she was going blurt out everything. Julius was handsome, I'm a guy so I don't know how to describe a man who is handsome, but girls out there, just imagine what you want.

"He-he-hi! I'm Hannah." Hannah began, making a fool of herself. Julius lended an arm to help the girl up saying, "Julius, I run the department store on south drive."

Hannah stood up, stammering a response, but to no avail Julius immediately brushed her off, "I'm sorry for nearly hitting the curator of this beautiful place." Hannah stuttered trying to explain that her sister was the curator. They talked, mostly about actual things that were happening. To Julius, it was standard talk, to Hannah it was more of "Blah blah blah Hannah blah blah you look lovely today blah bl-"

A small boy bumped between them, interrupting the nonexistent conversation. Henry stood with a convincing look asking, "Excuse me miss could give me a tour of that old schoolhouse I made a bet with my friends so..." Hannah answered that she would gladly give a tour, mainly because she was in lala land. Henry grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd of people, trying his best to get her away from Julius.