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David
"Hello, this is Mary Margaret." she said into the line, there was a long pause. "Yes, we will be there," she hung up and looked at me.
"Who was that?"
She frowned, "Dr. Whales." My teeth gritted together. I won't ever forgive him and if he crosses my path I will run a sword through him. "He says that he wants us to come to the town line." I'm puzzled.
"Emma's at the line, she said she would handle it." I stated.
"He didn't give me many details." her confusion evident on her face. "David, do you think something is wrong?"
I shook my head. Emma would have called or at least Henry. The pirate wouldn't have called even if he knew how to. We popped into the car and drove towards the line. The truck gave a small skid to the right.
"David, be careful there is a lot of ice," she readjusted the car seat for Neal. Having my eyes fixed on the road, I saw the blue lights then the red lights of an ambulance. A small crowd stood around with just enough people so I can't see what was going on.
"Mary Margaret, you should see this." She turned around to face the scene ahead. A grim look passed over her calm face.
"Emma!" She whispered at the scene in shock.
Emma could have done this with her magic. I scanned the crowd wondering where Henry is. I slammed the door and walked towards the scene.
"Henry!" I yelled.
Mary Margaret moved through the crowd, handing Neal to Granny.
"Henry! Henry!" She shouted out in the crowd.
Henry tore through the crowd running straight into my middle, wrapping his arms around me in tears. I leaned down holding his face.
"Henry, what's going on?"
He is in a panic. "Something happened to us on the road the ice..." His words broken and towards the end of the sentence were barely audible.
Snow walked up, staring at me, asking what happened? Where's Emma and Hook? We moved from Henry, the towns folks stared at us. Watching, waiting for what? A reaction to something we don't know.
In the distance I could see the back of the pirate leaning on the ground. I pushed to the spot he was at when Grumpy held me back.
"You don't want to see her like this, " he said solemnly. Holding his hat in his hands.
"Get out of my way." Mary Margaret fought her way through, I followed behind, hesitant.
I seized up inside and out. Down on the ground with equipment wrapped around her. Her whole being blue from the bruising and burns on her arms. Blood, all along her hair and down her clothes. Her eyes closed, lips closed in a peaceful sleeping state. Hook, held her hand close to his face, tears fell on her hand. Emma! My child, my daughter. How little I know about you and how much I care.
"I'm sorry," He whispered, without lifting his eyes from her. "An important bond has been severed here. "
From his kneeling position. He placed his forehead to her chest to either hear a heartbeat our just to feel her close. His shoulders heaved forward in a wrenching sob. Snow jumped into my arms at the sight, crying on my shirt.
"Is.. She.. Is..?" She fought her emotions as the tears fell.
"I've been waiting on a hellish doctor." Hook rose his voice. "They bloody don't care."
Henry stared at him. Hook is crumbling, fighting his manly pride against his tears. He noticed Henry's staring and quieted down some, curling closer to Emma. In a safety net, that is her to him.
"I'm sorry, lad, I cared for your mother very much. "Henry shook his head.
"It's okay, I know how much you love her it's a sign of true love to feel the pain with the other."
He gently readjusted her head. "Aye, nothing I desire nothing more than to see her awaken."
A dark car striped in silver, gleaming with royalty and power approached us. Severe tracks marked the pavement when he skid to a stop.
A cane and then a body stepped from the car. Gold! Who called Gold? Whales ran up to the car, whispering something into his ear. Snow sat down on the pavement staring mournfully at her daughter, in absolute shock. She touched Emma's other hand, a general look of surprise crossed her face.
"She is so cold." Her breath came in rasp, I laid
a hand on her shoulder.
"She is a Charming, we always survive," I replied with a small amount of confidence that wavered when I looked at Emma's face.
"Except for when you die." Gold returned.
Walking up to Emma Hook shielded her away.
"Take one more bloody step, crocodile, and I will run a hook through your already dead heart."
Gold knelt down, giving one good look at her broken body before rising to his feet and returning in the direction of his car.
"There's nothing I can do anyway. "
"What do mean?" Snow asked puzzled.
He took a deep breath ready for the dramatics.
"Emma is dead."
My stomach dropped, the world I lived in felt like it was swimming. Instantly I could feel the light leaving and the darkness taking over. An hour ago my daughter, my wonderful beautiful daughter Emma was alive and happy. The grim group with weary faces all around us slowly pulled their hats off one by one. She was a hero, an adventurer, princess and savior. Good never dies, it just doesn't.
Hook placed her head on the ground. He pulled up frozen all over, stepping back from the scene in a glazed over atmosphere. He snarled at Gold and walked to the back of the crowd, disappearing.
"Mom!" Henry cried. I held his arm, not letting him get closer.
"Step back Henry!" I commanded.
Tearing falling down his face, his face inside his hands. "Mom," he whispered, broken with his tears. "Please come back."
Whales stepped forward with a long cotton sheet. Slowly, he pulled the white sheets over her head. Draping the white over her made it feel final. The end of an era. Snow erupted into tears, sobs racking her body. My own eyes wet, but she can't be dead she just can't. I will never accept this.
I know what I have to do. Find some magic. Magic can save her.
"Snow." I walked up to her.
She stopped crying looking up at me with her large eyes, blinking profusely.
"We need a spell, a potion, something, and fast before we lose her."
She pulled herself up, determination in her eyes. The sadness being replaced by hope "Yes, let's go."
She followed me to the car. "We are going to save you, Emma." she whispered to the body covered in white sheet.
Ashley
"Come on, you can do it," I encouraged my daughter as she moved a foot forward. She stumbled and I caught her up by her chubby little arms. I smiled at her, the front door opened and she turned, picking up at the sound.
"I'm home," Sean called out to me, shutting the door behind him. He walked in and kissed my cheek. I gestured a wave with the baby's hand.
"Daddy's home."
"Dad-dee." She broke into two syllables.
He picked her up and tossed her into the air before showering her with a face full of kisses.
"Sean, be careful you're gonna drop her."
He gave me a smile turning her upright. "I won't drop my daughter." He tickled her stomach and she giggled.
Water drops hit the floor and I readjusted the cooking pan. I wish we had the money to give her a good home. One with hot water, no holes in the roof, unbroken windows and substantial heating. Sean touched the bottom of my chin tilting my head up into a kiss.
"Just a couple more weeks in this place and I swear we will have something grand."
I laughed, "Okay."
He broke into a smile. "I promise."
"Yes."
"Yes, I do,"he replied. Alex leaned across him, playing with his wedding band with curious eyes.
"Do you want to put her to bed or shall I?" I asked him. He cradled the toddler.
"I want to spend some time with her, do you mind?"
I shook my head. "Not at all. I'm just going to finish these dishes."
He left me alone in the room with the only sound being the the water droplets falling or the sloshing of dishes. I scrubbed on the corners and rinsed away the suds. Sean had been making an effort to be as much apart of Alexandra's life as I am. Even with his long days out at work, he crams for time with her. The floor creaked behind me, I laughed.
"Sean, what are doing?" There wasn't any other sound. I turned around, dead silence. No one was there. The place appeared as quiet and serene as before the only sounds that could be heard is the beat of the water droplets hitting a pan. I turned back around to the dishes. Two old boney withered hands wrapped around my upper arms. Dropping the glass it shattered and I let out a scream that was quickly covered by a cloth. Kicking at the cabinets, I was ready to run away. The intruder yanked my ear. Whispering horrible words to me.
"Today is your last day."
I cried against the cloth. Alex, Sean, I can't leave them. I love them too much.
"Please, let me go." I pleaded against the cloth. He didn't take notice instead he dragged me from the house and into a car. I felt my strength fading fast from the putrid smell on the rag, I was tied up and laid against a tool box, grease stained rags and a large worn down rubber tire. Something pinched my foot. I moved to get a better look when I saw a frightening long knife dipped into blood. My heart is raging at top speed. My eyes closing so fast. I could just hear the soft call of Sean's voice.
"Ashley? Ashley!" The calls were the last thing I heard before I took a long sleep on the grimy truck floor.
Rumple
Walking away from the scene of complete unprecedented events. Tragic! Oh, well, they will recover soon enough. The Charmings are still young they can have another public nunciense to society, a child.
"Really, we can't do anything for her." Whales stuttered out.
"Fool," I leaned in. Because of her untimely death I am forced to find that necklace on my own without any knowledge of its keepsake. I slipped into the front seat of my car. This town is already feeling the wrath of the absence of a protection spell. Of course, since the one person who shut down the spell, because it was too dangerous is dead. Nothing will stop me from using the Hero's death to sway the people into fear. I drove into the library parking lot. Belle planned to met me for a small gathering of books. Pushing the doors wide with grandeur I put on a solemn face. The savior is dead. We must all publicly mourn the loss of someone so popularly over acclaimed.
"Belle, have you heard the tragic news?" I say already knowing she has not. She looked up immediately in fear.
"I just came from the house of David and Mary Margaret, what could have happened?"
I paused for the dramatic effect to give her a second.
"Emma swan is dead."
"What!" She yelled in confusion. "You're lying."
I grabbed her hand. "I wish I was, she is the mother of my grandson. She does mean something to me."
Tears started to roll down her face. My heart froze at the site, she is heartbroken, I never expected this effect on her, that the savior's passing would cause her so much pain. I held her in a hug.
"There, there." I soothed. "She may be saved." I won't to tell her that it is a hopeless cause, better to let the crushing reins of the evitable do this.
"Really?" Belle sniffles wiping her eyes.
"Yes," I smiled at her. "If something magical could have killed her then we can use something magical to save her."
She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. "How did this happen?"
"By car accident."
She sobbed a bit more. I handed her a small box of tissues with small lions in crowns. Ridiculous.
"I don't see how that could have been caused magic."
"Rest assured, my dear. If there was magic involved I will find it for you. "
She smiled with her tears still in her eyes.
"Thank you, Rumple. I want to help you save her, please tell them. I want to help them" Belle left the library shortly after, eyes streaming with tears. One she was out of sight I pulled down the tales of Grimm halfway from the second shelf. The shelves whirled around me. I quickly stepped into the small opening before it closed. A small hallway presented itself to me. Tapping my cane on the bricks they moved into a new form. Allowing me a small opening to slide a small vial into the slot. Of my many things in the town I have found this to be the one place I am capable of keeping secrets. Taking a short walk down the hall I pushed open a heavy stone door. Moving along the darkness I'm quite familiar with. I reached up, grasping for the lonely light string. I latched on the string, pulling it down and the tiny light bulb clicked on now. Large cardboard boxes lined the room set on the floor and on the small broken up table.
I reached for the box on the table, unfolding the flaps that worn away. The first thing I picked up. His scarf, I barely saw him out the house with it. Raising it to my nose I could still smell the scent of his cologne. A postcard sat on the top. Musically cheery with storybrooke as a destination. A set of car keys, must be a spare to Miss Swan's residence. I turned over another box. The one of Baelfire's, A hand engraved compass. The small shadow box he used on the island. I picked up a small solid gold cufflink. A large creme bow, possibly from a love in the past. The blanket, the brown blanket that I first held Bae in. That time was so different after Milah left, but I had something to live for, I had him. I clenched the fabric to my heart. My hands shaking in emotion.
"My boy." I whispered.
"My boy."
Regina.
"Thank you." I replied severely at Ruby. I sipped from the black coffee. It's deliciously bitter. Flipping the phone on I saw Swans text again,
Swan: I can't go through with the spell. I will discuss the details later.
Of course we aren't doing the spell because of her special request. Her selfish reason of her life before all the others of the town, a typical request from the Charming household. Always for the benefit of themselves. They all went 'Emma, it's too dangerous la la la, blah blah.' Don't even think about the rest of town. I threw the money on the counter. Walking out to my office a crowd of people were gathered out at the door. Beautiful Miss Swan must have told them. Of course, she left me with the mess she made. Taking a long draw of my espresso I glared at them.
"Madam mayor!" Someone screamed out.
"Regina, what about the curse?"
"How can we protect our children?"
I stepped into the doorway. "If you have anymore questions you can direct them to Miss Swan, who is the reason the spell is down. " All of them shared a glance with each other. What is this, some kind of secret joke? They began to walk off slowly and sadly. When Tinkerbell stayed behind, with oddly red doe eyes searching me.
"You don't know?" She asked me, voice cracking slightly.
"Know what?" I replied with agitation over her dramatics.
"Emma's dead!"
I froze. "That's impossible."
She shook her head. "Even the savior isn't safe from what's lurking outside. "
What good would it do if Emma dies now? We can't use her as the sacrifice.
"Well, that is just great," I hissed. A small searing of pain ached in my chest. Maybe she was the epitome of all things evil, but she did mean something to me. I'm not sure what.
Tinker bell came and sat down with me. Putting a comforting hand on mine.
"Does Henry know?"
I sat back. "I don't know, lately Henry has been clinging to Miss Swan since I told him the truth."
She rubbed at her hand uncomfortably.
"I don't want to be a judge, but I am. What happened to Emma is oddly strange, don't you think?"
I watched as another person walked in, looking ready to start an augment with me. I gave him a glare and he cowered back to his newspaper before shooting out the door.
"How did she die?"
"A car accident, she swerved in the ice."
I laughed even in the face of all the turmoil.
"Reckless driving. The savior of all things died over a car accident."
"Yeah, that's what I thought," She tapped her chin. "Then I really thought about it, what if someone else is responsible?"
"In Storybrooke?"
"Yes." She replied. "Think about it, so many villains would be pretty pissed if this spell went through and what if it did."
This thought crossed my mind, maybe there are a lot of things to gain by Swans demise.
"It's just my thoughts." She got up and moved back to the counter to get more coffee. All of that makes since. Villains will go after her and maybe even some heros. No one will fight her face to face. She is the savior for god's sake. Then again no one can prove who killed Miss Swan. Even if someone close to her was the killer.
- "Time is running out. Come on, boys." Today I have grown the wonderful power of my horrendous voice. These kids are in for a very fun ride. It's going to be a get off, get on stomach churning ride. I took a step. The fade became more prominent. A little more time. My strength is not up to my takeover the world phase. All this waiting time wasting away when these kids are weak and vulnerable. I had to wait so long to claim Emma's soul. Thanks to my little resurrector I'm free to move and take Emma down with me. Since my incompetent minions couldn't take care of it. My claws, they developed nicely in this world. My hair is not to liking. My eyes of a snake haven't changed. Kill or be killed is the game and this whole little backwoods town is about to play sudden death.