Thanks everyone for reading so far, sorry it's been so long but I've been really busy with school and other personal thing, here is a new and longer chapter for you guys, hope you enjoy! Feel free to comment what you think.
The old dilapidated warehouse encased Emma, as she stepped onto the creaky wooden floorboards. The distinctive odor of rats and rusty nails filled the large, empty room, if it could even be called that. Each step she took echoed again and again. With a sudden noise from behind her, Emma head snapped around, her heart froze and her stomach turned to ice...
Emma Swan. The Savior. A Hero. A Mother. She doesn't get scared easily, in fact hardly ever, but this time it was different. Something was off. Something just didn't feel right, and what made it worse, she had no idea what it was.
Running into the run down warehouse, with gun on hand, she felt naturally protected, even confident but deep, deep down, she knew this was no ordinary break in, something oddly familiar, yet unknown was lurking. Stepping inside, the eerie feeling only increased, giving her a sense of déjà vu.
Looking around, Emma could only wonder why this place was so familiar. With each step she took, she was led deeper into the unknown. The creaky floorboards echoed three or four times into the vastness of the warehouse as she stepped further inside, and further into the inevitable danger.
Suddenly a loud bang shuddered all the walls, and quickened her heartbeat.
Another bang. The lights flickered out.
She wasn't alone.
Searching franticly around only to see darkness from all directions, Emma searched for her phone, for the light she desperately needed.
Desperately.
Finally she grabbed her phone and used the light to find the nearest exit, which seemed to be getting further and further away. Still franticly looking around for the slightest movement, any movement. Emma ran.
And ran.
Bang.
Coming to a sudden halt, her heartbeat quickened.
Bang.
Louder.
She knew what it meant and it wasn't good, whatever it was, it was getting closer.
And it was behind her…
Now knowing something was in there with her, the old dilapidated warehouse encased Emma, as she stepped onto the creaky wooden floorboards. The distinctive odor of rats and rusty nails filled the large, empty room, if it could even be called that. Each step she took echoed again and again. With a sudden noise from behind her, Emma head snapped around, her heart froze and her stomach turned to ice...
In the inky blackness, his teeth, eerily incandescent, emitted a strange glow and were as sharp as a fine diamond sword. His skin was mostly scar tissue and he shivered in the cold temperature of the warehouse. What fur there had been was tufty and thin, providing no protection to the elements at all. On his face were recent scabs from a meal that had fought back, now he picked at them with blood-caked claws to relieve the boredom of his stakeout. He gave off an aura of pure hate and evil expressed in its dull black eyes.
His wait was almost over.
Emma's brain froze, offering no course of action for her now trembling limbs to take.
Her first thought in all this terror was her magic. Her non-existent magic.
It wasn't working, why it wasn't working? Something was niggling at her brain that she couldn't shake but she was it too much of a state to think about it for too long.
She had to think fast, really fast. Her phone, still held in her hand, was her only answer, her only hope. Her only way out. Suddenly the monster that could only be described as devil like in its features and movements started to move towards his prey and ultimate dinner. Emma.
She had no time. She ran into the oblivion of darkness behind her, to seek any hiding place to hide from this foul beast that seemed only focused on her demise. Faster. Faster. She ran till she hit what felt like a small cargo box, big enough to hide behind to compose herself before facing what was ahead of her.
Reaching her phone still firmly held in her now shaking hand, giving of little light because of the now dying battery. Why had the battery lost almost of all of its battery, shed only been gone for an hour tops?
Breathing heavily, but trying to stay as silent as humanly possible due to the circumstances. One thought crossed her mind. Killian. Her Killian.
Ringing the phone as silently as possible, she hoped he picked up. Just as he did, she felt the heavy breathing of someone other than her, and it was directly above her.
All she could make out due to the dark was the eerily white teeth and the piecing green eyes staring down at her with nothing but hunger. She could vaguely hear Killian answering and starting to get worried; all she was now focused on was dripping salvia streaming from his eager mouth onto her shoulder and onto the ground below.
She knew she only had seconds before he attacked, she had to act fast. As quick as she could she knew she had to spill all the needed facts for Killian needed to aid her, but she knew as a result she would have to face the demon by herself until then, how, she had no idea.
"Help… warehouse…port…now" was all she managed to utter before one of the long sharp claws of the beast attacked the phone until all that was left was a mess beside her of what was her phone.
Then there was a pregnant pause, what seemed like eternity but probably no more than a few seconds.
Her scream was the kind of strangled cry that belongs to those not long for this world. A scream of one in mortal terror, rooted to the spot and too afraid to run.