Bang- part 3
Wazgood529 asked for a oneshot of a third and final instalment to Ch1907 "Bang" where Charming gets justice for Emma's death.
Snow had barely spoken a word since the day Emma died. I couldn't blame her. What comfort would words bring? What comfort would anything bring when our child lay buried under the ground before her time? Most days she lay in bed, curled up against the light. The sunshine held no happiness anymore. It was hard convincing her to do the trivial day to day things like eat and drink. All will my dear Snow had to live died with our daughter. There was only one thing that kept me out of the state she was in: I would get Emma justice. Her murderer would not go unpunished. Snow was right, Emma probably wouldn't want Jefferson to die for killing her, but that didn't mean I would have him walking the streets a free man. I arranged for Red to come round one day to watch over Snow whilst I geared myself up. Today I would find Jefferson, and I would confront him for killing my daughter in cold blood.
I kissed Snow goodbye, not that she seemed very aware of it. I made sure Red knew to call me if something serious happened and then I went out. I was good at finding people. It didn't matter where that rat of a man was hiding. Today I would snatch him from his hidey hole. I would not rest now until I did.
Storybrooke is a small place. There are only so many places a guilty man can find shelter. It is because of that it only took me a few hours to find Jefferson in a makeshift tent in the woods. When I found him, I could contain my rage no longer. I yanked him out by the scruff of his neck. I could not lie that I was delighted by the sheer fear in his eyes at the sight of me.
"Please!" He pleaded with me. "I- I'm sorry! It was an accident!-" Wham! My fist swung down and landed against his cheek. I think I heard a bone crack, but there was so much adrenalin pumping through my veins I could not be sure. I only just managed to stop myself there. Otherwise there would be no telling how far I go. I may end up going back on my promise. I pulled myself away as Jefferson lay on the ground, bleeding from his mouth.
"Why?" I barked. "Why would you murder my daughter? She done you no harm!"
"It was an accident." He sobbed. "I didn't mean to!" That wasn't good enough for me. Regardless of his intentions, my daughter was still dead.
"Well, no matter what you meant to do, you pulled the trigger and now my child is dead. Did you really think I was just going to let you get away with this? We were already robbed of her childhood. Now you've robbed us of any chance to be a family with her. I will not kill you, it is not what Emma would have wanted. But like hell are you staying a free man. You're gonna rot in jail, Jefferson. You'll have the rest of your life for the guilt of what you've done to eat you up inside." I snarled. I pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed him, not that he put up much of a fuss.
I've done it, sweetheart. I thought to myself as I led him off. You have your justice. Maybe now I could move on, but I knew that was a foolish though. How could I ever really move on from the death of my child?
