Chapter 26: Directional Light
Not him! The arrow stopped in mid air, about six or seven inches away from his chest. Emma's heart was pounding harshly in her chest, fear gripping her system and left hand partially raised like that would stop an arrow, but it did strip away what little respect she had for Snow White.
The fury that had abated surged back to the surface and the blonde's body began to tremble in response, the heat flooding her body again but so much hotter than before. How dare she...this was Artz's Captain… how dare she try to take him away from her?! No one noticed that the silver hook in her right hand was beginning to glow faintly with a pale white light.
"I would not suggest doing that again, princess. It makes my star ever so cross when someone tries to off her captain… especially right in front of her." Killian stated plucking the arrow out of the air and spinning it in his hands.
Coming from the opposite side of the encampment was none other than Artz Lanaria. Emma froze, a relief so powerful that she almost dropped the hook and dousing the flames of her fury. She's alive! Kora didn't take her! She's alive! Ooh, she looked pissed.
Like the badass she was, the redhead simply walked towards them, the crowd parting for her, almost reverently. Many of them falling to the ground and thanking her for saving them. Several others knelt down, their fists over their hearts...a sign of respect. Some were bowed at the waist and others just smiled, their faces aglow with happiness.
The Crimson Savior came to stand next to the suave and confident Killian Jones, a rather annoyed look on her face and a furious glare pointed straight at Snow...and Emma didn't blame her one bit.
The blonde would be more than happy to beat the hell out of the former school teacher for the ginger woman, but she kind of wanted to hug Artz first… mainly to verify that she wasnt dreaming and then the ginger spoke and all Emma could think was...Yep, totally Artz and something along the lines of You fucked with the wrong person, you bitchy ass princess.
"Try to take what is mine again, Your Highness, and there will be no force in the whole of creation that will stop me from finding you…" Artz began only to be interrupted by said princess.
"And killing me? Go ahead. Give it your best shot." The dark haired woman sniped notching another arrow into her bow.
No fucking way! Over her rotting corpse! She just got her back and she was not going to let her spoiled, arrogant brat of a mother kill her best friend! The pirate caught her off guard, interrupting her thoughts, but in a good way. Oh yeah...they were definitely on the same page.
"You are a real glutton for punishment, princess… because there are fates far worse than death… and with how clever my star is… well let's just say that it would be a very long time before you actually died." Killian informed tossing the arrow in his hands in the air.
The blonde watched the arrow as it flew up, wanting nothing more than to pluck it out of the air and stab Snow in the fucking eye. She was surprised when said arrow suddenly froze midair. What? The arrow then redirected itself and was now aimed at the bratty princess. What?
"What the hell?" Artz said in confusion, "I'm not doing that."
"Then who is, love? No one else has active powers here." Killian commented glancing about the crowd.
"You really expect me to believe that you're not doing that...threatening me with my own arrow. What...dont want to get your hands dirty? You're not a beast… you're a monster...a cowardly one at that." Snow stated her voice steeped in disgust and hatred.
The blonde haired woman just stood there, her eyes widening in disbelief. Her heart screamed in a fury so hot that it felt like she was being burned alive. The arrow shot threw the air and straight at the dark haired princess that was her mother.
From out of the fire and into the frying pan, only to end up neck deep in lava and a bitchy ass princess with a death wish is about to be skewered by her own arrow. Will she live or will she die? Duh...but who will be doing the saving and who will actually need saving?
