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Hello everyone and I'm sorry for the loooong delay. I was busy with college stuff and then world cup got in the way of everything so yeah. But now that my team lost I finally had some time to finish this chapter. I hope the wait was worth it. At least now Gothel has the map that will lead her to the sunflower. Anyways, you know the drill:

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 Six: Beginning of the End

Before she left Weber's cottage, Gothel went back to her room in order to gather her things. The seventeen year old was still in shock, holding tight the dripping dagger. She couldn't believe she had just killed the one who saved her life, the one who gave her a home.

Gothel shook her head and dropped the blade on the ground, leaving a small blood puddle, trying to forget all of that. It was for a good reason. It was obvious that the Madam was going to kill her as soon as she was no longer necessary. Besides, the Sun Flower should belong to no one else but Gothel. She was the one who suffered the most because of it. Now she would be the one to have it.

She took the old bag her mother gave her years ago for another escape. There, she put only the essentials: food, gold, a canteen of water, few healing herbs… Gothel looked around, checking if there was nothing left. Without realizing, her eyes stopped on the corner where she had hidden her fairytales book for years. She walked towards it, getting on her knees and lifting the loose wooden board. The book was musty, and apparently the insects ate parts of it.

Gothel held it in her hands, wondering which fairytales were also true. She leafed through it, only stopping when the page in which an illustration of the beautiful, golden flower came up. She stared at it for a moment, her hand stroking the drawing.

At the time her fingers reached the end of the page, Gothel closed her hand and with one fast move pulled it out. She folded it and put inside the bag, along with the map drawn behind her old wanted poster.

She looked behind her to the bloody dagger, wondering how many more would die by her own hands before she even got to the flower. She wasn't a killer. Gothel never wanted to end anyone's life. However, now it was too late to go back.

The seventeen year old put on her dark cloak and was ready to leave her innocent life, but before she took the blade from the floor and put it in her boots.


During the first nights of her new life, Gothel slept outside. The map never showed what she would find. It was just a bunch of lines, and the only reason why Gothel understood it was thanks to the compass drawn on the side of the map. She never knew where it was going to lead her, however she trusted in it with her life.

It was only after a couple of weeks that she found a small village. Gothel was never so happy to see civilization. People meant inns, and inns meant a good night of sleep without bugs, animals and rain.

She found one deep inside the town, next to the market place. Its name was The False Pony, and people inside were being loud. As Gothel walked in, she spotted what she thought it was a town guard. There was also a bard playing terribly – she imagined he was drunk – and more intoxicated men.

Looking around she only spotted two women: the barkeeper and a whore half-naked on top of the strongest man of the place.

With her cloak up, she quietly approached the barkeeper.

"Excuse me… I'd like to get a room."

"Sorry kid, we're full." The woman replied. Gothel imagined she was around her thirties.

"Please, I can pay more than the regular price." She kept her voice low, trying not to attract much attention.

Apparently, the barkeeper didn't have the same intentions as Gothel.

"Look. I don't know where you came from and I have no clue what's your deal with the whole cloak thing kid, but if you think you can come in here and take one of my loyal men's room just 'cause you can pay more you are very wrong." She practically screamed, making the entire inn – with the exception of the man and the whore – turn around to look at her. Even the bard stopped playing.

"I—I'm sorry… I will leave now." She was going to walk towards the door when one of the drunk men grabbed her cloak, taking it off. He was tall and strong, but not as scary as Bull and Wolf once were. He had soft features, and somehow reminded her of Bran, the knight that died because of her.

"Now look what we have here." His breath could be smelled from the other side of the room. "Another lady, gentlemen!" With that said, many shouted 'hooray!'

Gothel didn't know what to do but stare at him. He was handsome in a way, but his breath and speech made him look like the ugliest person in the world. She crossed her arms, waiting to have her cloak returned to her. He was waving it like a victory flag, something she did not like at all.

"Well… She must get the lady's treatment, don't y'all think?" Another collective shout in agreement followed.

"Uh, no thanks, dear." Gothel finally spoke up. "If you could only return my cloak I will gladly walk away and not get the lady's treatment."

With that said, everyone in the inn laughed. Even the town guard.

"What's so funny?" She asked directly to the man holding her cloak, that was wiping tears of laughter from his face.

"Look, you won't find any other inns in town girl. It's either our way or sleep on the street."

Gothel looked towards the barkeeper. The woman gave her a solidary look, as if she had been through the 'lady's treatment' before.

"Fine. What is this treatment, dear?"

"Well, you got to sleep with one of us. Simple and fast."

"It will be alright." The whore finally spoke. "You're a beautiful girl, with a beautiful body. You won't be a leftover."

Gothel didn't know what to do. She never used her body to get what she wanted. To think some considered her beautiful was… Odd. She didn't imagined some saw her that way… Especially after what Felix did to her…

"You need to take advantage of what you have." The whore said after she noticed Gothel's dilemma.

Barely had she known that sentence was going to be one of many that she would repeat to herself constantly.


Three years, one third of the map and many inns later, Gothel found herself waking up next to another stranger. She got up, dressed herself and stole a bit of his money – usual procedure.

It wasn't even dawn yet, just the way she liked it. This time, she was on The Somber Hero, an inn close to the road she had been taking. Gothel knew the map was going to lead her back to the woods one day, so she tried her best to seize every opportunity she had to stay out of them.

The now twenty year old searched around the room, looking for clothes that would fit her. She had been wearing the same old dress for a long time now, and it was clearly too small for her. She not only had grown in height, but also her breasts were bigger. It was beneficial, however most of the times it only annoyed her.

As usual, she only found dust and one male shirt, nothing she could take advantage of. Gothel sighed, asking herself if one day she would get naked because she couldn't find a proper dress.

The young woman left the room and the asleep stranger. He was going to wake up and have no idea what happened the night before, wondering where all his money went. He would probably blame one of his 'best friends'. And Gothel would be long gone by then.

She walked downstairs, giving a soft smile to the innkeeper: a pale and short man, without muscles or even fat. He was just bones and skin.

Ned, the innkeeper, brought her a cold version of last night's special. As she ate, Gothel noticed she wasn't alone in the room. With the side of her eye, she spotted a round figure sitting on a corner. The figure turned around, revealing itself a woman. They stared at each other, the blonde-haired woman's expression changing as time passed.

"Gothel?" She asked.

The twenty year old didn't know what to do. Her past caught her up once again. Only this time she was more experienced. She swallowed her fear and pulled her dagger from her boots.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Don't you recognize me?" The woman opened a big smile, golden hues looking directly at her eyes. "It's been what? Seven years?"

That smile… That voice… Those eyes… A memory of a much happier time came rushing in.

"Ma—Madge?"


Cliffhanger, as usual. I really wanted to bring back Madge. She was such a sweet character and she will be the personification of Gothel's good side trying to resurface as she only drowns more and more in the darkness that is her life. It's going to be interesting to have that debate of good vs evil outside of Gothel's mind.

Anyways, I hope I won't take too long next time, but if I do don't worry: I won't abandon this fic.

Leave a review if you liked it or even if you didn't. I could use some improvement!

© 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.