I'm back sooner than you'll ever see me! (Seriously though don't expect me to publish stuff that fast. Keep the one month parameter so y'all don't hate me).

Also, I don't know if you noticed, but I changed the story's rating from T to M because of this particular chapter, and probably many more to come. If you still want to keep on reading, you'll see the *** before the part that made me raise up the rating.

On the same *** there's a trigger warning to those who need. Since I don't want to make anyone have a breakdown I decided to put it.

TRIGGER WARNING:

- Rape.

DISCLAIMER:

- I have written this mostly for the background of my roleplaying account mothergothell (if you are curious search me on tumblr!).

- This does not excuse behavior, it only explains. We all know and agree that what Gothel did to Rapunzel was terrible and should not be forgiven.

Becoming Evil

A Fanfic by Cam L.

Chapter Three: Betrayed

The sun shined on her face, waking Gothel. She looked up, staring at the cracks in the old musty ceiling. Whenever she laid on her bed like that, counting the new cracks, she constantly asked herself why she stayed there. It had been two years since the incident with the prince - she was now fifteen years old. In theory, she could do whatever pleased her, go wherever she wanted to. The thing was, she had nowhere to go.

She opened the dusty wardrobe, took one of the clothes Madam Weber so reluctantly gave her when her own clothes stopped fitting and got out to the kitchen, where the same old woman from two years ago awaited.

"You're late." Ruth Weber said, tapping her long fingernails on the table.

"The sun is starting to rise later, Madam." She replied, going towards the oven in order to make breakfast for both her and the owner of the place. "It's you that is early." She smirked as she heated the tea.

"Well, then… Wake up earlier! If I wasn't so old you'd be out in the streets already."

Gothel didn't particularly like Madam Weber. Sure, she took her in times of need, and she was forever grateful to that. But the old woman treated her like garbage. Looking back, she imagined Ruth only allowed her to stay because it took around a month for her foot to heal, and by that time she was already used to having a maid.

"Yes, Madam, I know." She mumbled and poured the tea on the cup, handing it to the black eyed woman. Ruth drank her tea as fast as it was humanly possible and got up.

"Get my cloak." Even though Gothel didn't need the order to do so, she awaited. The girl knew how the Madam didn't like her doing things before she told her. She was used to the routine there by now. She paced up to get the cape, leaving her own food on the fire, probably burning a bread or two. "And, another thing." Madam Weber continued as Gothel came back with the clothing item, raising a folded paper. "Since you seem to know so much about plants, go to the town and get these for me."

"Yes, Madam." She took the list from her hand and opened it up, quickly starting to read it. Why so many and what would the woman do with them, she had no idea. In fact, the only thing she knew about Madam Ruth Weber was her name and the fact that she loved tea. Gothel didn't know why she was always leaving so early in the morning and why she came back so late at night. For someone in their eighties, she did have a lot of energy.

Gothel couldn't say she tried to learn more about her savior from many years before. Within the two years they lived together, the first thing she learnt on that place was that she should never ask many questions. The white haired lady still scared her, however now she knew what to do to not anger her.

She waited for Ruth to leave and started to get ready, swallowing her breakfast and running upstairs. Gothel almost never left that cabin, and when she did she liked to look like a normal person, not some… homeless girl. She got one of the Madam's best dresses she found tossed in the old closet and put on the grey cloak she loved. She couldn't avoid a glimpse to the corner where she hid her fairytales book, since that cloak had belonged to her mother. She shook her head, trying to forget that. Catharina was dead. And so was her past.

After dressing up, Gothel could actually say she looked like a rather rich woman. She felt powerful, so that helped. The fifteen year old got the list, the money, her bag and left that place, going on the two hour walk towards the town.

Just like when she was a kid, Gothel still loved the market place for the same old reasons, but this time it had something more. During one of her first trips there, she ended up meeting someone. His name was Felix. He didn't seem rich, though he wasn't poor. He dressed like a lord of some kind, but still went outside to buy his own things. Gothel hated to admit that, since it made her look stupid, but she liked him at first sight. He was kind, sweet, handsome… All qualities a prince would have. He was three years older than her, however that didn't stop them.

After a year of talking, and meeting, and sneaking out from Madam Weber's place, they ended up falling in love. And that love made her want to believe in magic again, making the desire to get her old book back grow. Gothel constantly caught herself thinking about far away places, and travels right beside him. But then her memories came back, making her remember why she stayed there.

Unlike what she expected, her memories didn't stop haunting her. In fact, they only got stronger each day, like a warning, screaming for her that something was going to happen. Something as bad as what she saw two years ago.

As Gothel arrived the small town, she thought she saw a familiar face. One she'd never forget. One that had been on the back of her mind since the first day they met. The girl figured it was just another daydream, another walking nightmare. And so, she carried on with her obligations.

She bought the plants Madam Weber had instructed her to and hid them inside her bag. If she was a rich woman, she couldn't be seen buying things. After all, wealthy people had maids to do their job. She liked to pretend she went to the market to see the peasants and hear their stories. No one, not even her love Felix, knew about the fact that she was broke and living as a servant in a creepy old woman's house.

Gothel had just finished tucking all her purchases when a hand covered her eyes.

"Hmm, I wonder who this is." Her hands flew up to the person's belly, tickling him until he gave up.

"Okay, okay, you win!" He couldn't stop laughing. "Hello, Lady Gothel." Felix said. His voice sounded like silk to her ears.

"Well, hello Sir Felix." She smirked a little, having fun with his nickname. Felix dreamt of being a knight, and so Sir became his title between the two of them.

"What brings you to the market place this time, my Lady?"

"Oh, just a knight with blond locks in his head."

"Why, my Lady, that would be me." He bowed a little, and after a giggle they started to walk.

And so they spent the rest of the day talking. They talked about dreams, parents, prices… Anything at all. The couple was laying on the grass, looking at the clouds above starting to get darker.

"There's a storm coming." She commented.

"Gothel…" Felix turned to face her. "If I asked you to run away with me, would you?"

Her mind started spinning, ending up with her desire of exploring the world with him. She opened up a huge smile, but she didn't say yes right away.

"Where would we go, Felix?" She gazed into his green eyes. "My whole life is here."

"I know, I know. But you always say how you want to see the world with your own eyes, and not through someone else's tale. Don't you want that?"

"Yeah, I do, but-"

"Then no buts. Let's go. Tonight!" He practically got up of excitement. "We'll bring a bit of money, I'm sure that won't be a problem for you. And then we go. Please, Gothel, what do you have to lose?"

She was about to argue with him, however that last question got her. What did she have to lose? A home? That wasn't hers for starters. A friend? Her only friend there was Felix, and if he was going, then she had no one left! The Madam was just her master, nothing more. She wasn't even nice to her!

Gothel shook her head, slightly.

"Is that a yes?" Felix's eyes shined.

"Yes, you fool." Her smile only grew while he lift her up and spun her around.

"Then, we leave at midnight tonight."

"No!" She stopped him before he could say anything else. "My—my mother is at home at midnight, and she has a very light sleep." Her mother, of course. She couldn't tell him it was her Madam. He could simply leave her after he found out the truth. "We'll leave tomorrow, when she goes out harvesting."

Felix had lost his excitement for a while, but after she said they'd still leave his face lightened up again.

"Okay. Tomorrow then." He gave her a peck on the lips and ran towards his home.

It felt weird, to be in love. She couldn't avoid being a little suspicious, especially after what she'd been through. Even though she knew Felix for more than a year, she still had that small worry he'd betray her. Gothel ignored that thought. It was finally working out for her, of course nothing would go wrong. How could something worse than what already happened take place in her life?

Arriving at the cabin faster than usual, she left the herbs and the list on the dinner table and ran upstairs to Madam Weber's room. She'd never been there, and she didn't know what to expect. All she knew was that she must've kept her money and jewelry in there all that time. And that was exactly what Gothel was after. Sure, she felt a little bad for robbing the woman who saved her, but she also had to admit it was a crime worth committing. With that money, both Felix and her could live the adventurous and happy life they always dreamt with.

Gothel entered the dark room, her mouth open. It was creepier than what she could've ever imagined. There were tons of cauldrons piling up on one side of the bed, the fireplace still burning with a slightly green flame. To the other side, at least one hundred books could be counted on the shelf. Everything was surrounded by dust and mold. She looked behind her, to the spot next to the door. There was a box over a small table, unlocked. Gothel opened it and found herself staring at a sea of gold and coins. She took it and left the weird bedroom, never stopping to ask herself what she'd just saw.

The fifteen opened her bag and put the small box inside, turning when she heard the door opening.

"How was your day, Madam?" She asked, going forward. "I brought you your herbs."

All that Ruth Weber did was throw her things to the floor and go upstairs. Gothel got down on her knees to take them when she saw a wanted poster amongst her stuff. She grabbed it and saw a reflection of herself. It said:

WANTED

Dead or Alive

Gothel

WITCH. MURDERER.

She began to freak out. Her past was finally coming back to ruin everything she had, just like her memories have been warning her for all that time. Gothel threw the poster away, put her cloak back on, got her things and started to run. How did they find her? Who did that? The King obviously hadn't thought of all that by himself. One of the guards must have made him do it. She had a slight idea of who it was: the same face she had recognized on the streets earlier that day. Still she refused to believe. Two whole years have passed. What else did they want from her?

It wasn't even close to midnight, but Gothel ran towards Felix's house. They had to leave at that instant or else she'd be captured. Or worse, dead.

She got there two hours after finding out about the poster. Gothel knocked on the door, practically screaming his name.

"Felix! Felix! Felix open up!" She slammed her fist until it hurt. "FELIX!"

Her love opened a few minutes after that last scream. She forgot the etiquette and kissed him like she would never see him again. Gothel had no idea when the tears started, all she cared about was him.

Felix pushed her away. "What was all of that for?" He asked. "Not that I'm complaining, but, why?"

"Felix we have to go. We have to go now. My—my—my father found out about our secret." She hugged him as tight as she could. "He's after us, Felix."

It took him a moment to start moving. "Give me a second to gather my things and we shall leave."

He closed the door and led her to the closest chair before running to his room. Gothel stared at the window, watching the small drops of rain begin to fall. She imagined it was appropriate, to have a terrible weather during a terrible situation.

"Felix? Are you alright?" She asked after a long time of looking at the rain. It was now stronger.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." He answered, closing his coat on his way to the front door. She got up and followed him, waving a farewell to another life she was ready to forget. "I was just saying goodbye to my place."

The couple left town, going straight to the woods. The rain was getting heavier at every mile. They were running incredibly fast, until Felix stopped out of nowhere.

"What are you doing?" Gothel was confused.

"Your father is really following us?"

"What?! Of course he is!" She knew her lie was weak, but she decided to stay with the story.

"Then why haven't you looked behind you?"

"Because… because I trust you."

"Well… you shouldn't." A familiar voice spoke from behind her. She turned around and saw the hairy face that had been haunting her since ever.

"Wolf." Gothel whispered, fear making her feet numb. She knew she couldn't run this time. He'd get her no matter what.

"Is that how you call me behind me back?" He laughed, his pointy teeth showing through his beard.

She turned her face back to Felix, who was now holding the wanted poster she had seen earlier.

"You're a witch, huh? I wonder why you never told me that." He threw the paper on the ground, mud embracing the thing as soon as it hit.

"I—I can explain! I haven't murdered anyone!"

"Yeah, yeah, I don't care." His eyes flew up to Wolf. "Where's my payment?" Felix inquired. Gothel stared at him, looking right on his eyes, hoping she'd see the person she fell for. There was nothing.

She felt a strong pull, followed by her bag flying through the air and ending up on his hands.

"How could you?"

"Oh, dear, you really think I would run away with you? I just wanted this." He raised his hand, which now had the box she stole. "You can keep the rest." He threw her bag on the ground. "She's all yours, my friend." And then he was gone. The one she let in. The one that, after a long time, she allowed herself to love. Gothel felt like throwing up, but Wolf was faster than her.

He grabbed her arm and tossed her on the mud, holding her wrists so she couldn't get up. Gothel fell down, never noticing what was really about to happen.

"You got me. Take me to your King. Get your revenge." She said, no emotion on her voice.

Wolf laughed loudly this time. "You think this is King Rupert's doing? Hate to break it to you, girl, but he's dead."

She didn't know how to react to that. Was she happy? Sad? Angry? She felt nothing other than fear.

"But—but the poster…"

"Are you that stupid, girl? This is all for Kyland. You killed him, and now I'm going to make you pay."

"Go on then. Kill me." Tears streamed down as Gothel slowly accepted the fact that she was going to die that night. What else could Wolf want from her?

"No, girl. Not like this. I want you to fight." His grip on her wrists was stronger now. "And if you don't want to fight, then I'll at least have a little fun out of this."

*** One of his hands let hers go and went to his pants. She had given up already, so she imagined he'd get a dagger or something like it to do the job. Instead, he lowered his trousers and lifted the bottom part of her dress. It was too late when she realized what was going on.

"No! No! NO! LET ME GO! NO! PLEASE NO!"

At first she fought, trying to get out of his grip. After a time, though, she gave up. All Gothel could hear was the rain drops. The rain and the sound of his heavy breathing. She stared at the cloudy night sky. Stared until she'd swear she could see a pattern in the small, fading stars behind the rain clouds. Until she couldn't feel his violation, him thrusting himself so far inside that she could no longer fit. Gothel had no idea how long it took, how long she laid there in silence, looking for meaning in the fading stars.

It was out, in, then over. He left her laying there, probably thinking she was already dead. Paralyzed in her own disbelief, she thought to herself why Wolf did that when he could have just killed her?

"This is why he's here!
Don't let him deceive you!
Give it to him, watch, you'll see!

Trust me, my dear
That's how fast he'll leave you
I won't say I told you so
No, Rapunzel knows best!
So if he's such a dreamboat
Go ahead and put him to the test!"

Aka I based all of his betrayal on this part of Mother Knows Best (Reprise).

I hope you guys liked, and I'm sorry to making something darker. But it's supposed to get darker and darker cos she's a bad guy. So don't expect a happy ending.

Stay tuned and please, leave a review. It makes my self esteem and desire to write bigger, plus I could use some critics to get better.

© Cam L.

This story can only be posted on other websites with Cam's permission. Gothel and all Tangled characters are owned by Disney. All original characters belong to Cam L.