A/N: Thank you all who have started following & favoring this new story of mine! :) This next chapter is a bit short to my liking, but it was so much fun to write. Our ladies will be meeting in the next chapter to come, so stay tuned for that. Happy reading and it feels so great to be back writing for you all. Enjoy!
Just on a side note: Remember, there will be some differences compared to the film I am basing this story on, so I hope you like them just the same.
"Thank you for coming. I honestly have no idea what to do. She won't open her door for any reason, I'm really starting to worry about her, I mean she just broke up with Robin-"
Kathryn sighed, removing her sunglasses, turning to look at the pixie haired, gossipy brunette who hadn't stopped talking since she had arrived at their apartment complex. "Do you… ever listen to yourself talk?" She asked, rather annoyed.
The brunette blinked, utterly confused, "What do you mean?"
Kathryn shook her head, turning her attention back towards the door, knocking twice. "Regina? It's Kathryn, honey. Open the door." She knocked again… "Regina…" She sighed.
"See!" Mary Margaret whispered, taking a step back as Kathryn glared at her with a deadly glare.
"It's alright. She always did this back in college. She's had the most horrible luck in love, so any time anything goes wrong- she locks herself from the world." Kathryn moved over to the sides of the steps, reaching for a single flower pot that was set on the bare ground.
"What on earth are you doing?" Mary Margaret asked, seeing as Kathryn was struggling a bit to retrieve the key, as it was dug into the soil of the very bottom of the pot.
Kathryn grunted as she finally held the key in her hand, smirking victoriously, The tips of her fingers and nails now covered in dirt. "Finding our way in."
She inserted the key inside the lock, turning it at the same time as the knob as she pushed the door open. She helped herself inside the brunette's apartment, stopping Mary Margaret from going in any further, "Ah, Mary Margaret. I think you've done just about all you can do for her right now. From what you told me about the cat incident, I think it would be best if she didn't see you right now."
"But, I can help-"
"I'm quite certain you can," She turned the woman around the opposite direction, leading her out the door, "You are always so helpful, aren't you?" She smiled sarcastically, "But, trust me. Not a good time right now." She pushed her out the door, slowly closing it even as Mary Margaret babbled a few mumbles of protest, "Thanks for all your help!" She sighed, rolling her eyes before stepping even further into the brunette's apartment.
The place looked as if a tornado had just come straight from the Wizard of Oz and lifted it for a couple of spins right before crashing it back down to its rightful place. The coffee table was placed upside down, a few plates were broken inside the kitchen, as well as some drinking glasses. Pillows from the couch were scattered over the living room floor. From the signs of the disaster that happened here, Kathryn already knew that after Regina arrived back from getting her cat wounds treated, she came right back and created a masterpiece out of her apartment.
Her head looked down as a loud crunch was heard just beneath her boot, bending down to pick up a broken picture frame that held a picture of her with Robin.
Kathryn chuckled, placing the broken picture frame against the television stand, "Regina?" She called out, while making her way into her bedroom, her eyes moving directly to the pile of clothes- that evidently belonged to Robin- as it was tossed onto her bed. She moved towards the closet door, knocking a few times.
"Go away, Kathryn!" Regina's slurred voice came from within the closet.
"Now, sweetie, you don't really mean that, do you?" Asked Kathryn, not moving away from the closed door.
"I threw a bottle at that asshole's head. Don't make me throw it to you too. You know I will."
Kathryn's brow raised, her arms crossing over her chest, "And, is that bottle now currently empty?"
"Oh, go to hell, Kathryn!"
The blonde grinned, "Regina, come on. You're talking to your college roommate here. Remember back in college when you would lock yourself in our dorm room every time you had a broken heart?" She paused, taking the brunette's silence as a reply, "I hate to break to you, honey, but not much has changed now, has it?" She looked down at her dirty fingernails, just now realizing they had accumulated dirt. "Regina Mills, I ruined my perfectly good manicure for you- you are coming out of that closet."
A creak was heard as the door slowly parted open. Regina's head peeking out shortly after.
"You ruined your manicure?" She asked the blonde.
Kathryn held up her dirty fingertips, "I have the evidence to prove it. Come on, just come out. We can burn Robin's clothes."
"I'll get the lighter." Regina walked out of her closet, while Kathryn followed close behind.
"I have to say, Regina, this really isn't a good look for you. It's not you at all."
A van was parked just outside the hotel. The same hotel Emma found herself in. As it turned out, people not only wanted her for her amazing killing skills. At least not this bunch who were arming themselves with automatic weapons, who worked for two twin brothers, who were the most powerful mob bosses in the city of Boston.
This wasn't even the first time they tried killing the blonde off either. But, this time, they would get her.
Especially when they had the help of Victor Whale. A fellow assassin who was just as good as Emma was. In fact, if anyone knew her better, it was Whale. They had history together, worked many jobs, killed many people together. Hell, he was the one who trained her and made her what she was today. He knew her every move like the back of his head.
Of course, he wasn't exactly thrilled about working with Jekyll and Hyde's idiot goons.
I mean, who were they kidding? Emma was too good, she could already see them coming for her since before they even turned the corner with this scooby dooby doo mystery van.
Oh, she knew… and she was ready and waiting…
The twins had sent out four of their best men, plus Whale to kill her, so naturally they were all stupidly pumped up and ready to kill her at all cost.
One of the back doors to the van slammed shut as two thugs joined the rest with a grin on their faces.
"Alright. She's already heading towards the elevator." He informed the others, "Espinoza's team is already in position. For the money this broad's worth, I'm going to cut her up into tiny pieces." The sound of his gun being cocked echoed inside the van.
Everyone joined in laughter, while Whale stared at all of them with an expression that read: You're all dead.
"Let's show this bitch, once and for all what a dead body really looks like."
"Yeah!" Shouted another, lifting up his palm which was slapped soon after in a high five.
Whale's eyes exchanged between the two idiots before him as he remained seated in the van, while everyone else ran out. One thug in particular, looked over his shoulder at the slender man as he still remained seated.
"Hey, Whale, you coming, or what?"
Whale blinked, "No." He stood up right, removing his bullet proof vest from his body, "No, I made a mistake. I thought you guys were professionals. But that's alright. Someone has to return the van after she kills you all." He smiled over at the goon, knowing well they were walking into a trap within their own plan against Emma.
The man simply chuckled, Whale's words going in through one ear and out the other, "Yeah, whatever, pussy."
"Break a leg, boys." Whale dropped the vest near his feet, "I'm sure she will break both of them for you."
Emma walked into the elevator with a smug look on her face.
"Here we go." Whale said to himself, marking the map where every single man working for the twins would be positioned inside the ballroom of the hotel.
"Stopping the elevator now."
Whale shook his head, "Oh, that's a mistake." He said, continuing to listen as the entire operation played out throughout the radio.
"What the hell? She's not in here!"
Whale chuckled, "Oh, yes she is."
"What the fuck?! How is she moving like that?"
Gunshots were heard being fired through the listening device, all while Whale simply marked off the circles he had drawn out on the map, as an indication of the men that Emma had already disposed of all on her own.
"Catch up! She's right there."
"No, she isn't." Whale mumbled, looking over to the next spot on the map where he knew Emma would already be in.
And, just as Whale guessed- Emma was now entering the ballroom, smiling over at the waitress that was fixing up some last minute details on one of the tables. "Howdy!" Her eyes drank in the sight of the elegance in the room, walking past the employees that just stood gawking, "Wow! Everything's looking good. Balloons, nice touch. Listen, unfortunately a fire has been reported downstairs so everyone's going to have to evacuate."
"She's going into the ballroom! Take her down!"
Whale rolled his eyes at the level of their stupidity, "Don't follow her into an open space."
Emma rolled her eyes due to the employees just gawking at her. She pulled out her weapon, aiming it upward, shouting at everyone, hoping that maybe her rudeness would make them move, "Fire! Out, now! Fire!"
Surely enough, that caused every employee to run in panic out of the ballroom.
Four thugs ran into the ballroom, weapons aimed, thinking they had her cornered. Boy, were they wrong. As soon as they ran in, the lights in the entire room went out, leaving them all in the dark and looking around in panic mode.
"What the hell?" Shouted one of them.
A shot was heard being fired from the blonde's weapon, followed by the pop that could only have come from one of the balloons as she had shot it as a distraction. She had no problem giving up where she was hiding behind from, because she knew they would all be stupid enough to start wasting their bullets, shooting at everything in that room.
And, she was right.
As soon as her shot was fired, they all started firing without any sense of direction. The two standing behind the two up front, moving in slowly, feeling sure they had killed her now after all those bullets that supposedly flew towards her direction. All while they continued to fire more bullets.
While all it took Emma was to aim her weapon from behind one of the tables, firing two quick, direct shots into a guy's chest.
Whale's eyes closed at the sound of the thug's grunts as he received those two shots to the chest. A smirk on his lips, almost proud that he taught her too damn well.
"I got her in sight!"
Whale grunted as he took in the voice of the only female that was with them. She kneeled down for cover near another table, taking aim where she was sure the blonde was. Only to be surprised by a flying bullet that pierced through a glass vase, straight into her forehead. Her blue eyes grew wide as a bullet hole decorated the middle of her head.
Whale marked off another circle on the map, "That's a shame. I kinda liked her."
Shots were still heard, as another thug moved in through the flying confetti that had taken over the room. His eyes moved to one of his wounded buddies on the ground.
Big mistake.
He grunted in pain as he felt a sharp piercing pain that could only have come from a bullet that Emma had fired, injuring him right in his thigh.
And just like a damn ghost, Emma soon stood right before him, a smile on her lips as he looked up at her, "Hi."
Just as she had appeared, her hands moved fast towards the guy's jacket, throwing him off to the side, as she flipped him over across another table. His body falling hard against the floor. She aimed her weapon just as fast, firing a single shot to his head.
"She's by the fucking cake!" A remaining thug shouted, firing immediate shots towards the cake- which was the only object getting killing at this moment- apart from them, of course. He was soon joined by another one of his remaining buddies.
Whale chuckled, shaking his head, "Well, if she's by the cake. That means she's got a knife."
Exactly as Whale said, Emma quickly reached for two huge knives that were near the cake, tossing one as it came flying out of nowhere with such force, it pierced right into one of the two remaining thug's chest. Causing his body to fall back, hard on the marbled floor. A hard felt grunt was heard escaping from him as he did.
X marked another circle on the map for Whale, "Yeah, that one always hurts."
"You bitch, I'll kill you!" The last remaining contestant yelled out, firing two weapons at the same time towards the cake.
Because that's where Emma was…
Right?
Click, click, click...
Whale's eyebrows shot up slowly, listening to the clicking of empty gun clips, "You're in trouble now."
"Ugh!" The guy grunted in frustration, tossing the weapons aside. His eyes slowly moved from side to side, his body suddenly froze up at the feel of someone already standing behind him. He just stood there, not knowing if he dared to turn or not.
Emma stood behind him rather calmly, shuffling a fire extinguisher from one hand to the other. Finally, after knowing this guy was too much of a pussy to turn and face her, she whistled. "Who shoots cakes?" She asked him as he turned, delivering a hard blow to his face with the fire extinguisher.
While their dead bodies laid out on the ground, Emma walked out without a single scratch on her, placing her earbuds back on, dancing her way to AC/DC's Thunderstruck.
Whale clicked his tongue, placing the cap back on the marker as he marked his last X of the day, "Well. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun. Thank you for playing, boys and girl."
After Regina slept off the wine bottle she had drank all by herself, and a much needed shower later. She was in much better spirits than she had been earlier. In fact, she was feeling so much better that she decided to wear her best and favorite black dress for the night. It was very slimming and complemented her curves perfectly well. Her make up was done to perfection, just as her hair was combed to perfection. Not to mention the color of red on her lips.
Kathryn and Mary Margaret's eyes grew wide at the incredibly hot sight of the brunette in that black dress. Because, of course Mary Margaret was back inside her apartment, as nosey and neighborly as ever.
"Regina?" Kathryn's lips parted, her eyes not daring to blink.
"Shouldn't you be heartbroken over Robin?" Asked Mary Margaret, looking over at Kathryn, "I know I was when David left. He didn't even leave a letter explaining anything. He just disappeared."
Regina's eyes looked over to her best friend, "You know, I was thinking about what you were saying earlier, Kat, and you were right."
"And what, may I ask, was I so right about?"
Regina glared her way, "About that woman in her closet not being me. You were right. That wasn't me at all. I mean, look at me!" She smiled, "I should have come out of there years ago," Her brow arched in thought at her choice of words, "In a manner of speaking."
Kathryn made a sound that was between a chuckle and a choke, "Come out as what, a club girl?"
Regina rolled her eyes, "We're not going to a club, Kat, we're going to a bar. I am going out there and finding myself, 'Ms. Right."
Mary Margaret gasped, her eyes wide as her hand rested on her chest in shock.
Kathryn stood up from the couch, her hands placed on the brunette's shoulders, "Alright, Regina. Look at me. Are you alright?"
Regina grinned, "I've never felt better, dear. And I have you to thank for it. You really have been a wonderful friend. Really."
"Oh. Well. You're welcome. I suppose." Kathryn was being pulled into a hug by the brunette, her hand gently patting her on the back as her eyes found Mary Margaret who remained seated on the couch. All while, the pixie haired woman pointed towards her temple with her index finger, circling it slowly as she mouthed one word: Crazy.
A/N: Originally, I was going to make Gold the other assassin who was in the van with Jekyll and Hyde's thugs, but I felt that Whale fitted the part better.