Tell me would you kill to save a life?

Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?

Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn

This hurricane's chasing us all underground

.oOo.

Things are lost and found everyday. People find homes and destroy them. I have done my share and will do more as I continue to live on. It is inevitable. Eventually all of these people I can call by name and have a peaceful conversation with will die. Everything dies. Someday I will to. I'll grow tired of living. I'll give up the hope I somehow carry with me without a thought and accept my time. Death is such a petty idea but nonetheless important. After all death is always an option.

"Scarlet? What are you doing here?" Mr. Gold asks coming out from behind the curtain.

"I don't know yet. Give me a second and I'll come up with something." I say realizing I'm in the pawnshop. Can't remember how I got here though. But I do come up with a reason as to why I might be here. "Officer Grey remembers."

"Does he?" He asks and then I know he knew.

"When did you plan on telling me?"

"I didn't."

"You were right not to," I mutter. It would be so much better if he still forgot. Easier.

"I know."

"Who's the new guy?" I ask suddenly, he doesn't know. I am pretty sure he doesn't.

"I honestly do not know. Regina came in yesterday asking the same questions, I gave her the same answers only you will know them to be true."

"Okay then I'm going to go do whatever I was doing before I came here." I say walking towards the door silently.

"Oh and Scarlet, one more thing. Please try not to destroy the town," he said and I looked at him the corner of his mouth twitching as I walked out the door and towards the castle. No school today so that's where Henry will be. Either there or with Emma but I'm sure she's actually doing her job as sheriff now that Grey's too busy stalking me to do his work.

I freeze when I see the construction vehicles. I see Henry watching them and run towards him forgetting that there is probably a trail of ice behind me. I look up and notice the dark clouds when I get to him and shrug as long as I'm not freezing the kid.

"What is going on here?" I ask hugging him.

"M-my castle," he finally says. I look around and my icy gaze finds Regina.

"Go get in the car," I say a bit coldly before turning and facing Regina. "Why? If you don't want him to hate you stop giving him reasons to. Give me your keys." I say frostily surprised that the ground wan't freezing over. But my hands were covered in a layer of ice. She hands over the keys shocked by my request but I don't care. "Find a ride home Madame Mayor."

"You can't drive," she says realizing what I was planning to do.

"Now's as good a time as any. Besides I doubt I'll be arrested," I say getting in the car. I know how to drive...sort of. Well it seems easy to learn. I'll be fine Henry will survive. Like I'd let anything happen to him.

"I didn't know you could drive," Henry says. I smile before it falls off of my face while I dodge a car that suddenly appeared around the corner. Somehow we arrive safely at home. I don't think I parked the car right though but who knows.

"I can't," I say getting out of the car swinging the keys around. "Now I know why people go on joy rides."

"I could've died."

"But you didn't," I point out walking inside.

"You are not allowed to drive me anywhere anytime soon."

"Would you rather have walked?"

"Yeah we would've stopped at Granny's," he points out and I shrug, we would've.

"We still could've if you wanted to. I just decided that since I'd have to parallel park that it would be a bad idea. I've heard that it is unnecessarily hard."

"Yeah I definitely would have died. Can we walk to Granny's?" He asks emphasizing the walk.

"Sure kid why not? Let me just ditch my jacket it's too hot out," I say running up to my room real quick throwing my jacket on the bed before walking out the door with Henry on my tail.

"I can't believe you drove!" He says, well I wish I had planned to distract him with that.

"Why? I am eighteen," I say wondering why I never bothered to learn how to drive.

"Because you're well you and cars are loud and you always travel so quietly."

"Oh right because I'm from some ninja clan," I say wondering where he's going with this and taking the chance to keep up with my forgetful ruse.

"Well there's that but-wait! How am I supposed to remember my stories if I don't have my book?!" Well he was distracted.

"Let's get some stuff and you can write it all down." I suggest. It will get his mind off of things for a little bit. He frowns but nods and I lead him to the craft store. I buy myself a few more tubes of black paint remembering the unfinished painting of my father and Rumple another image taking shape in my head as my fingers hover over a few different shades of green thinking of one in particular. I end up with a bag of green and black acrylic paints and Henry has a bag of drawing paper and markers. This will keep him occupied until I find his book. I will find his book.

"Ruby can we get two hot chocolates?" I ask sitting down at the breakfast bar with Henry who immediately pulled out his new toys. She nods and gets to it so I grab a sheet of paper and a light blue marker at random. I allow my hand to move across the page laying down the thin ink trail in seemingly random forms, the wholes in the picture that will be the future. The picture that has been haunting my dreams or rather lack there of.

I haven't been dreaming lately. I've become used to the prophetic dreams that I've had my whole life but just like the 28 years before the savior came to town I've got nothing, well nothing but a pirate ship. The past, I have too much.

"What you working on?" I look up and see August watching Henry and I draw before glancing down seeing the half finished drawing. I don't like drawing with markers, plain and simple. It looks cheap and cheesy. But I'm impressed, it does look a bit cheesy but the picture itself is decent. I am the artist however so other people would call it beautiful but from me, it gets decent. It's the flashes of small items I see in my head connected by a sea of the light blue ice that I summon whenever I feel like having fun. It's detailed and impresses me because like I said I don't do the whole marker drawing thing.

"No time to talk I got to write it all down before I forget," Henry says not looking up.

"Yeah I hate it when great ideas slip away from me." August says not put off by Henry's lack of care.

"They're not my ideas. They're stories from a book I lost."

"Must be a hell of a book," I look at him sharply. He took it he has the guilt plastered on his face. Well not really but lying and or hiding something from me is next to impossible. "What's it about?" Like you don't already know.

"It's called Once Upon a Time, it's a collection of fairy tales. If you see it, you should give it back," I say lightly after Henry gives his answer. I narrow my eyes and stare August down my gaze lacking heat, full of ice.

"Sounds exciting." August says ignoring my hidden threat.

"You seem awfully interested in me and my book," Henry accuses.

"Oh no I'm just being neighborly."

"What are you doing in Storybrooke?" Henry asks narrowing his eyes. I can't give August away without giving myself away, Emma has to break this curse by herself. I can't help her unless she comes to me.

"I'm a writer."

"You can write anywhere," I say helping Henry.

"What are you really doing here?" Henry asks and I smirk because I know.

"Stuff," August says before walking towards the door leaving as the subject changed to him.

"Yo, August!" I call and he turns before opening the door. "I figured out why you aren't published. You never give the reader any details."

"Good luck with the stories," he says leaving with a smile, after all I am hilarious.

"Why so glum kid?" I ask Henry the next day after I pick him up from the new playground in the middle of the woods.

"Mom's not letting me see Emma."

"She's been acting like a tyrant recently," I muse. She was almost turned into an icicle last night. Almost. Let's just say she tried to be motherly and failed miserably. Speaking of icicles I wonder what happened to Bren I haven't seen him all day and he isn't missed but one has to wonder. I hope he's not trapped in the back yard still. That wouldn't be weird at all.

"What's a tyrant?"

"Ask Mary Margaret. I don't feel like explaining. Any sign of your book?"

"No."

"Me neither. Sorry kid, but don't worry with me and Emma looking for it we will find it. Until then what do you want to do?"

"I don't know."

"I wish this place had a library." I muse, we probably do. I'm guessing no one cared enough about books to care for one though.

"Yeah. We could go to the light house?" Henry offers and I nod. As long as Bren's not camped outside.

Sorry short chapter but there's not much to go off of in this episode. I plan on updating soon but who knows maybe my computer will freak again.

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