Hello my lovely readers and thank you for your wonderful comments. I was going to post this yesterday but had to go do some filming for school. But Here's the next chapter in thos wonderful story. Hope you enjoy it.

Regina was left to ponder the thought of controlling Emma and the magic she wields after the imp had left and if she were honest with herself the idea was very much appealing. To control her and harness such power would be… her thoughts trailed off wanting to find the blonde to make sure she was enduring her punishment. Walking to her mirror the Evil Queen summoned Sydney.

"Sydney where is Ser Swan this moment in time?"

Rippling glass gave way to a face that seemed to be annoyed, "I cannot seem to find her your Majesty."

"What do you mean you can't find her?!" the brunette's anger flared and if the man in the mirror had a body he would have flinched from the imposing stature she had.

"I'm sorry my Queen but once Rumple waved me away he blocked me from viewing the woman without myself being aware of it." he explained hoping to appease the angered woman.

Clenching her fists Regina turned on her heel poofing away to the stables to confirm her suspicions. Upon arrival she ran into Killian readying his men but the pensive look and thin lined mouth the man sported told her she was right.

"I assume your expression means Ser Swan has road ahead and disobeyed my orders, again?"

Looking down so as to not incur the wrath of the women's anger the captain sighed and nodded even as he replied, "Yes my Queen. I checked her room and asked the stable hands as well. She has gone to confront the White Queen."

"Why that-"

"And Belle has gone with her," Killian interjected only adding to the anger his Queen already radiated.

Sparks flying from her hand the sorceress fisted her Captains collar bringing him close so his eyes could not look away even if he wanted to, "Ready Rocinante before you do anything else," she commanded letting him go with a push, "If Swan thinks she can openly disobey my orders she has another problem to worry about."

Walking back into the tunnel Emma had to fight the urge to run and find the woman who'd made her life a living hell. Dresses, prince's, etiquette lessons, dance lessons, piano lessons, and any princess-y type thing the raven haired bird could come up with rushed through her mind. What stuck though was the red rimmed throat and wrists of her godmother. How the pus made her gag but she didn't look away; couldn't look away. She also remembered the warm blood from Sophie, how it caked to her hands after she died in her arms. The flashes of blood, pus, and smells of both still fresh in her mind.

Thankfully the prison was still cleared out from earlier when she and Belle had made quick work of any and all guards they came across. Though she knew there were still more lurking and sleeping in the halls she still knew all the passageways to go unnoticed.

With each cell she passed shadows of bars darkened her porcelain features giving her the look of both parts beauty and beast. It was enough to cause those that she passed to shrink back in fear as her uncontrolled magic emanated from her presence alone. Finally making it to the metal door that locked away the sun Emma pushed it open to find men practicing in the square. When it gave way under her strength the door alarmed every man and woman in that yard as they all turned to stare at her.

At first no one moved, all was still, but then it all broke loose. All who were practicing knew who she was. She was the traitor princess and would be brought before their Queen for her treachery. Charging the blonde as a unit five of the soldiers didn't get very far as all Emma had to do was swing a blade and a line of fire swept them away burning them with anger. Even after them more charged at her until at least twenty men and woman laid unconscious, bleeding out, or dead on the ground.

Uncaring about their situation the blonde simply stepped over their forms making her way to the royal hall where her mother and father were no doubt. In fact she hoped they had company to watch the show. However when she got their the little conversation the two were having with the gnat was interesting. Deciding to listen in further she hid behind one of the many white marble pillars that lined the long corridor.

"Your majesty if I may?" the Blue Fairy asked kindly looking between Snow and Charming with a disconcerting look in her eye. Nodding their consent Blue cast the enchantment over the White Queen outlining her in a golden shine before slowly fading away, "This shall protect you from your daughter should she try anything," the head of the fairy's spoke solemnly.

"Thank you," Snow smiled with tears in her eyes. Though her daughter disappointed her she still loved her in her own way but if she wanted to have more children she'd have to be alive to do it.

Seeing the unshed tears in his wife's eyes Charming gently laced their fingers with one hand while caressing her cheek with the other, "Yes Blue thank you...for everything."

Tapping her wand in hand the fairy still had some things to discuss with the royal couple, "Of course but while I also fear for your safety an heir must be had in order to save us from your daughter. Though I imagine knowing her the Evil Queen will be quick to dispose of her and if that is the case all we'll have to worry about is the Evil Queen."

Nodding their understanding none of them heard the silent footfalls in the castle's hall fall against stone and blades follow the groves of the floor. Until a dagger whizzed by Snow's head and embedded itself into the throne on which the woman sat.

Looking away from Blue who'd also whipped around to see who sent the dagger flying three pairs of eyes landed on a leather clad Emma. Her eyes black with anger, swords aflame, and stance ready to kill.

Unable to believe her eyes Snow gasped, "Emma."

"Hello Mother."

Regina and Killian along with one fourth of her soldiers were just riding up to the prisons tunnel when they spotted Belle still waiting for Emma to return. However she wasn't alone. Cradled in her arms was a brunette the Queen had met before when hunting for Snow so long ago. It was Red, a person she could actually respect and understand. However this version was skin and bone. She could see the bruises and the blood on closer inspection as she alone rode forward to speak with her adviser. Before she could however Belle spoke first.

"I know Regina," she whispered quietly so the others wouldn't overhear, "I know we shouldn't have come but when Granny told me…" her voice trailed away and her eyes looked anywhere but the Queen's.

Seeing Belle in such a state had the brunette softening her expression, but the coldness was still there too, "I would have understood, but to defy me and ride off with Ser Swan s not something you should have done. I am very disappointed in you," she chastised the woman before appraising her differently, "However I understand why you did it, but both you and the idiot will be reprimanded for your disobedience."

Nodding in understanding Belle fell back into her role of adviser now that the moment was over, "She still hasn't come out and I doubt with the little she knows of magic she'll be able to control it for much longer."

"I know which is why I'm going in alone." Regina informed looking back at Killian and giving him the sign to head back knowing this wasn't going to end well at all. As her soldiers rode off Killian and Belle stayed behind, the only two who were stubborn enough to challenge her orders, and get away with it...sometimes. Dismounting her steed Regina followed the path that Emma had walked into the dark tunnel ready for the worst to happen.

With each step she took Regina's eyes fell upon bodies of guards lying in pools of their own blood, burn marks on some, and some who were badly burned but still breathing. The chaos the blonde left in her wake was disconcerting and with each body she passed it only became worse.

However she did know enough to know that those bodies had been...handled hours ago, but the bodies she did come upon outside the prison were fresh and raw. The blood still flowed from some and the stench of charred flesh left in Emma's wake was dangerous.

When she arrived at the hall however she knew if the blonde didn't control her magic soon it would end badly for all five that now stood in the hall. And though she went practically unnoticed even she couldn't tear her eyes away from the blonde.

Power literally dripped from her, cloaking the Knight in a dark cloud as if shielding her from them. Vases whipped from perches, windows cracked and shattered, and the floor shook with each step the woman took as her rage took over.

She couldn't stop it, no matter how hard she tried. At first Emma reveled in the power she had and the fear she saw struck in their eyes. It was something she could get used to, but as she reveled in that fear and her anger the magic became unstable. She wasn't herself. When she moved the floor broke apart creating small valleys, glass windows rained down upon them, and vases from centuries ago crumbled to dust.

Emma was torn. She wanted to stop the destruction, to kill them by hand but since that blue twat cast her protection spell on her mother the blonde was even more enraged. Taking another step towards the throne she spoke, but her voice came out darker, deeper, monstrous.

"You think an enchantment can stop me?" she bellowed with a chuckle as she waved her hand and the pillars began to crack around them. It almost seemed as if the entire hall would collapse.

Stepping in front of his wife Charming drew his blade, "Stop Emma." he begged though the creature before him wasn't her. No his Emma was dead. She died the day Snow had killed the woman his daughter loved and was never coming back.

"Why stop when I can crush all that Snow has right now?" she questioned using the magic to bring him forward so her hand encased his neck.

Dropping his blade to the floor the metal clattered against stone echoing off the walls, "She took away my ending and now I shall take both of yours away," the monster whispered with a twisted smile before looking deep into emerald eyes the same as her own.

The heat started out bearable, but as Emma's hand began to squeeze around the king's neck harder he felt his blood boil to the point of eruption. In fact his visible skin bubbled and rolled with each passing minute and only then did the Knight take her eyes off her prey choosing instead to look at her mother whose face became even whiter if at all possible.

"How does it feel Snow?" she growled relenting on her grip not done toying with the three.

Glancing at her husband Snow looked away knowing she had fallen out of love with him long ago. She felt more shame not being able to say anything for him than anything in that moment. Turning to Blue Snow mouthed something the blonde couldn't make out.

However by the nod and the moving of a want she could see the two were about to make an exit. Not before she's bathed in his blood. Emma decided. Giving into the dark magic and uncontrolled power Emma roared causing the pillars to quake, crack, and begin to crumble as her power also entered her father, "Time to give the royal his due." she growled.

Crying out in pain and knowing it was his last few minutes David choked out the words always uttered by the couple the Knight had come to despise, "I will always find you."

As his words died the buildup of the heat in his blood tore his skin apart destroying his chiseled features and sending torrents of crimson in all directions. Snow's white dress became stained with the flesh and blood of her king and the walls were painted with it as well. His body now a crumbled heap bathed in the blood as both Snow and Blue stood in shock unmoving.

Behind the ex-princess a slow clap began to sound drawing them out of their shock. Emma on the other hand was just growing more out of control but as the Queen came close the blondes magic reached out for the brunette as if sensing her, wanting to please her, and the Evil Queen felt this. She reveled in it. Placing a gentle hand on Emma hoping she'd read the magic right Regina looked from the woman to the man on the floor as well as taking in the destruction around her. It was uncontrolled chaos in a room meant for control. There was no doubt a metaphor there but when pressing matters are at hand then nothing else really matters. Feeling Emma's magic subside the blondes once tall body sagged slightly from exhaustion.

"I see you've managed to create something of use for once Snow." Regina jeered with a smirk while still appraising the blonde.

"You mean what you've turned her into." the White Queen shot back.

Whipping her head in the woman's direction the brunette sneered at her, "And yet I'm the one who ordered her left behind while I take you prisoner, but perhaps I'll let her have her way with you after all."

"Threaten all you like, but it won't be happening today," she retorted before Blue magiced them away leaving only glitter in their wake.

Growling in frustration Emma stomped up the stairs to the two thrones throwing fists through the wooden frames letting out more anger, "Calm yourself Knight," Regina ordered but Emma wouldn't obey.

Seeing she was ignored the Queen implemented her own tactics, "I said calm yourself," and she threw the blonde across the hall until she came into contact with a leaning pillar.

"Fuck you," Emma spit out with a groan rubbing her skull, "I could have killed her had you not interfered with my magic."

"True, but we'd all be dead," the brunette reprimanded not releasing the blonde quite yet, "You need to control it."

Snorting at the Queen Emma rolled her eyes, "And who's going to train me? You?"

Smiling evilly the Queen had a glint in her eye, "Of course…"

Wasn't that a wonderful chapter. I really like violence, but I should warn you this won't last for long (the violence that is) it'll come an d go but it'll not be as violent as these chapters.

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