Wow, im glad you guys liked the first chapter, have been in a writing mood so here's the second, not sure what i think, personally i think it could be better but i wanted to upload it :)
please review as i'm interested in what you thought!
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C.M
Disclaimer: oh... you want to see my rights to once upon a time? er... funny story actually, the dog ate them...
Emma wasn't sure how long she had been walking, her head was lost in memories she didn't really want to think about. She remembered one of her earlier foster homes, she had been so young and innocent, yet she was old enough to know that people only adopted her for the money they were paid. Even when she was a baby and had that cuteness that most couples wanted she has still been moved from place to place, they wanted her small blonde curls and her big eyes but if she so much as cried she was simply thrown right back to the starting line. She had figured out at the age of 2 that no one was going to protect her from the monsters under her bed, they didn't want to see the drawings she had created in class or read her a story at night.
So she had learned to ride a bike on her own, to cook when she was hungry taking just the right amount so no one would question why there was food missing, she had practically taught herself to read and write. Everything she was suppose to have done with her parents she had done alone. At least Henry had someone, granted it was anything but perfect but that kid had someone who in her own twisted way loved him. She had never been loved.
She had been born to the most loving people in all of fairy tale land but had been denied all of it. She should have been making cookies with Mary, or playing children's games with David. An image rose to her mind that made her want to scream out in pain, It was of her child self, no older than 5 snuggled in bed, Mary on one side; softly stroking Emma's hair, David on the other reading out a story, his words gently rocking her to sleep.
The dream physically hurt her so much Emma had couldn't go on, instead she leaned against a tree mentally forcing back the tears. How dare they cause her this much pain, how dare they take away everything that made her happy, she had been a baby and they had forced this life on her. She wanted to shout out in resentment, to hurt someone for taking it all away from her. The anger seemed to swell up filling every breath she took, every thought was clouded by a tinge of red, her whole body shuddered as the emotion seemed to lay on her skin like second layer, coating her in it. She leaned away from the tree lifting her arms up till with an almighty shriek she smashed her hands into the trunk of a tree causing a massive bang to shake the air around it, forcing Emma back to the ground.
After a moment a stillness seemed to settle as the world around her returned to its natural state. Slowly she sat up her head pounding from the fall, quickly assessing herself to know nothing was seriously injured she looked up and froze her mouth falling open in pure shock. Where her hands had been was a black ring as if the tree had been burned, its wood cracked and splintered. Did I do that? It hardly made sense yet nothing seemed to make sense, Emma look down at her hands, to the tree and back again.
She had magic.
with out a second thought Emma ran, it was all just to impossible, to strange, too big for her to deal with, it added to the hate that she was feeling, added to all the confusion, to all the pain. How could she have magic?! Magic wasn't real, not here! But she wasn't from here, she wasn't form this world, she was a stranger in the place she had grew up and that thought along with every other added to the hurt.
She was so lost in this that she didn't see the tree root that sent her tumbling down a small hill till she came to a stop on her stomach. "This is not my day" she groaned regretfully sitting up, holding her head in her hands.
"Well hello dearie." Emma jumped up her whole body on alert, as she took in the two people that stood in the clearing she had fallen into, one she didn't know; a woman with long unkempt brown hair, wearing what looked like a hospital gown, was nestled under the arm of the infamous deal maker.
Gold had never seen the sheriff so disheveled, her walls reduced to rubble, the pain so clear in her eyes, Many people had called him heartless and they were, to an extent right, but even the Dark One felt sorry for poor little Emma.
"Gold!" She spat out the name practically running, closing the distance between them, her walls rebuilding with every step she took. "Henry almost died because of you! I almost died! And I have a pretty strong hunch that you're the cause of that purple smoke, so give me one good reason why I shouldn't arrest you!" she stopped barely an inch of space left between them.
"Forgive me Sweetheart but isn't Henry alive?"
"Yes but-"
"And you're perfectly fine."
"I-"
"And aren't you reignited with those parents you've been so desperate to find?"
"Yes."
"So what exactly is your problem dearie?" He asked walking past her brushing her off as if she was nothing. Emma stumbled back trying to find some sort of answer to his question.
"You brought magic here didn't you?" she didn't want to ask, didn't want an answer, being truthful she knew that he had, he was the only one who could do it, and so he was just another name on the long list of people who hurt her.
Gold froze, taking a deep breath. "Belle, darling could you give us a moment." She seemed unsure her eyes flickering between them. "I'll be alright." He whispered kissing her forehead softly. Emma stood dumb founded at the gesture, even Gold had someone who loved him.
"Please be good" she begged before walking away just out of ear shot but still close enough so she could occasionally look back.
"Belle?" asked Emma taking in the woman.
"Yes… Belle." He mimicked her shocked tone with a small shake of his head.
"As in beauty and the beast; Belle?!"
"I like to think I was misinterpreted in that story, but each to their own I guess."
"That makes you the beast."
"No, no, no dearie, I'm far worse than any beast." Emma turned not wanting to hear any more, she didn't want to know about their land, or who people where, for now he was Gold. "I see someone's having a hard time adjusting."
"Did you or did you not bring Magic here?"
"I did."
"Why?"
"Because I needed it."
"Why?"
"For my own reason."
"And what reason would that be?" she said stepping closer inspecting every small muscle that he moved.
"It's personal Dearie, now if you'll excuse me." He replied turning his back on her, he had no time to answer her silly questions, not when they weren't what she really wanted to ask.
"Does it work?" Rumpelstiltksin stopped, forcing down a smile, ahh, now there's the question. He thought as he looked at the Savior and for the first time he really sore her, a girl who had been through to many hardships in life and who had finally snapped.
"Does what work?"
"Being angry."
"We'll I certainly achieved a lot." he gestured to the forest around him. "But ultimately it would depend on who you're angry with? And how you can use them to your advantage."
"Like you used me?"
"I never used you with anger, simply as a means to an end." If he was honest he was rather fond of the sheriff, she had so much of her parents just without the whole annoying true love sappiness that they were so fond of. No, Emma was realistic, she had a moral code to rival that of Charming's but chip away at that, and you were left with nothing more than a shattered girl, who hated the world because she was never supposed to be in it. "But I'll ask again, who are you angry with?"
Everyone, she though, they all had some part to play in destroying her life, it was like one big joke and she was the punch line. Why should they get a happy ending when she never even had a happy beginning? "It's personal." She spat, her walls growing even higher, she didn't trust the pawn broker, she couldn't afford to.
"Well then, I suggest when it becomes my business you find me, we may be able to help each other, for old times' sake."
"I don't need your help."
"As you wish, your highness." He said mockingly as he bowed, enjoying Emma scowl as she stormed away. "Remember dearie, you still owe me that favor." He called after her, knowing it only added to fury in her heart.
"Who was that?" asked Belle her voice soft pulling his attention away from the bouncing curls of Emma's hair, he let his eyes flicker between the two women, the two women he had, in a way hurt the most.
"That dearie is the woman that's going to change Storybrooke."
"For better or for worse?"
"I'm not sure love, I'm not sure."
