1541 Words this Chapter. Time for another warning: Emma is behaving very badly here. It's supposed to be disturbing, but I hope it doesn't turn anyone off the rest of the story.

Chapter Eleven, Dark Heart

Henry had walked home to Regina's taking the way past Emma's. He still had Gold's warning in his head, but he needed to make sure she was alright.

Plus some part of him just didn't believe she'd hurt him, not really. So, he found himself standing on Emma's porch. He knocked but no one came to the door.

He pushed it open. It was awfully quiet inside. He went to the kitchen where Emma sat at the table watching as Meg cooked at the stove.

"Hey."

Emma spun around. "Henry! What the hell? How did you get in?"

"I...um, you didn't come when I knocked."

"Oh."

Meg turned, going to Emma and stroking her cheek.

"Don't touch her!" screamed Henry. "Her touch does bad things."

"What are you talking about?" asked Emma.

"You're sick, Mom and you can make other people sick."

Emma scoffed. "That's ridiculous!"

"Mom, it isn't. Please, let's call grandpa Gold."

"No! I'm done with people! Everyone in this town is...stupid!"

Henry stared at her. "Everyone? Me too?"

Emma narrowed her eyes. "Go home."

His lip quivered. "I...I am home, Mom."

Emma closed her eyes, her fist balling up. "I meant...go to Regina's. I don't want you here."

Henry felt a tear fall. "You don't?"

"No."

"That's not true, Mom. I know you. You love me."

"Henry, dear," said Meg, sickeningly sweet. "I think it would be best if you left. For now, sweetheart. You should go to your mother."

"She is my mother!"

"Henry, don't yell at her!" cried Emma.

"Mom, please, you need help."

"Not you too! I'm fine! I'm sorry if you all don't like the new me."

"This isn't you!"

Emma jumped up. "Henry, leave! I don't want you!"

Henry gasped and turned white.

Emma felt a pang of guilt. She took a step toward him but stopped. She instinctively put her hands behind her back. "Just...leave, Henry."

Meg smiled. "It's alright, Henry. Go on, leave us. I'll take care of her."

Henry stared at the nun. "You? I don't even know who you are."

"Henry! Don't talk to my friend like that!"

"How come you don't mind being around her?" asked Henry. He glared at Meg. "How come you aren't changing?" Meg answered with a creepy smile. "Are you the one who's done this to her?" he yelled.

"That's it! You are leaving!" cried Emma. "I don't want you to come back, ever!"

"Mom..."

"And stop calling me that! I gave you up!"

Henry began to cry and something broke inside Emma. "I'm...sorry. I...I can't be around you Henry. It's for your own good."

She grabbed her phone, literally punching in the numbers. She yelled into the phone. "Mary-Margaret, come and get Henry! Now. He's leaving and it's for the best if he doesn't come back. No. Be quiet! Just...come and get him!" She ended the call and stared coldly at her son.

Meg eyed her than looked at Henry. She stepped towards him.

Emma jumped in front. "Don't touch him!"

Meg reeled back. "Emma?" she asked, shocked at the bit of defiance.

"I'm sorry, just...let him be," she said softly. "Henry, wait out on the porch for your grandmother."

"Mom...I...I love you."

Emma looked at him. "I know." She turned away and heard Henry sob. "I'm sorry." She then walked out of the kitchen. She hung back in the living room as Henry sadly walked to the door and went outside. Once he was gone, she ran to the window, keeping watch on him as he waited for Mary-Margaret.

When she arrived, Emma was not pleased to see Killian and David arriving right behind her.

"What is going on?" asked Mary-Margaret, running from her car.

Henry ran to her, crying heavily and gasping for breath.

Emma stepped outside.

"What the hell did you do?" yelled Killian.

Emma stared blanking at him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't cry," blubbered Henry.

"It's OK," David said, patting the boy on his head and glaring at his daughter.

"If my mum had thrown me out, I'd be crying too lad."

"I didn't," Emma said suddenly. She stared at the three adults all glaring at her. Then her eyes went to the slightly concealed form of her sobbing son. "I just...he needs to be somewhere else."

"Emma, now do you see?" asked Mary-Margaret. "You'd never hurt Henry like this unless something's wrong."

Emma frowned. She stared at Henry, who was glancing at her through MM's arms.

"Just...go away, all of you," she said flatly, then she turned toward the front door.

Killian slipped his black leather gloves on. "Oh, no. Not this time!" He ran and grabbed for her.

"What the hell? Let me go!"

"You are getting help, whether you like it or not!" he cried, dragging her toward the vehicles.

"No! Get off!"

"He's right," said David, opening the truck so Killian could push her in. The pirate slid in next to her, holding her while David got in to drive.

"Where are you going?" asked MM.

"The pawn shop," said David. They sped off.

"Come on, Henry," said MM. She walked him to her car.

"Grandma, she wasn't alone."

"I know, Henry. Don't worry, Leroy is keeping watch on the other one." They got in the car. Mary-Margaret buckled up and started the engine. "I'm taking you to Regina's. We'll fill her in. Then I'll join the others at Gold's."

"She'll be alright, won't she?"

MM gulped. She looked at him. "Yes, Henry. I'm not sure how, but yes, I know in my heart, she will be."

"Get your hands off me, Pirate!" Emma cried as she was shoved inside Gold's shop. Then she gave a loud sneer. "I mean hand!"

"What? Emma?" asked Belle as she stared at the former blond. Her hair looked even more covered with ash, and her skin was a light black. "Rumple, look at her eyes."

"Hmm, yes," said Gold, drawing closer to her. "You've undergone quite a transformation, haven't you, my dear?"

"I'm not your dear! This is kidnapping! You're all under arrest!" she cried, struggling against Killian.

Gold snickered. "I think we have you at a disadvantage, Sheriff. Why is she here?"

David sighed. "I didn't know where else to take her. She's gone over the edge."

"Henry went to see her," said Killian.

"Oh, God! Is he OK?" asked Belle.

"She did not apparently touch him," clarified Killian. "She did not need to though in order to inflict damage."

David stared at her. "You broke his heart, Emma."

She scoffed. "He'll live." She glared at her father. "I did."

"They never told you they didn't want you," said Killian, "You said those words to Henry, did you not?"

Emma glared at him.

Belle gasped. "You didn't!"

Emma stared them all down. "Who the hell do you all think you are to judge me? Look at you," she snarled. "A one-handed, rum soaked pirate without a ship," she sneered at Killian.

"An ousted prince who's actually a lowly shepherd," she said wickedly to her own father.

"An insane asylum resident," she said to a shocked Belle.

Then she looked at Gold. "And a toad, who was more attractive as the toad." She smiled evilly.

Gold stared at her then looked at the others. "She is charming, isn't she?"

"Let me go!" cried Emma, fighting Killian's hold again.

"Help her."

"What do you suggest, pirate?" asked Gold. "Because I have no ideas."

"Can't you...I dunno, at least...sedate her?" asked David.

"I am not a physician. Why didn't you take her to the hospital?"

"They can't help her. It's clearly magic," said David. "Your our best shot. Besides, we can't risk her infecting an hospital."

Emma struggled with Killian once more. This time she got a good kick into his shin. She twisted her arms, pushing against his chest. "Emma, stop!"

"Watch it!" cried David. "She's trying to bite you!'

"Yes, thank you Dave," said Killian, trying to avoid her teeth and skin.

David ran to him, taking her by her sleeved arms. "Stop, baby, please."

Emma growled and screamed, then took a deep breath and pushed them off. "I said leave me alone!"

"Enough!" cried Gold, raising his hand. Magic flew out, hitting Emma and knocking her to the floor.

Killian and Dave ran to her.

"What the hell did you do?" asked Killian.

"I've done as David asked," Gold said calmly. "I have sedated her, magically. She's fine."

"Here, bring her in the back," said Belle.

Killian carefully picked her up.

"Careful, don't brush her neck or face."

Hook chuckled. "I am showing great restraint." He carried her into the back room, laying her gently onto the couch.

Belle then covered her with a quilt. "Poor thing. I barely recognize her."

"Indeed," said Killian. "She seems to have lost her...shine."

Belle frowned, gently squeezing his hand. "We'll find an answer."

End of Chapter Eleven