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Urban Legends: Fairytale Style Chapter 7
Bloody Mary
This is ridiculous, Regina thought as she stood in front of her full length mirror and the lights were off in her bedroom, just as the legend directed. I am a full grown woman, Not some superstitious child! Why am I even doing this?!
But there was an easy enough answer to that: Henry. The previous night she had scared the life out of him when she'd unexpectedly burst into the bathroom and found him in the darkened room staring wide eyed at the mirror. After asking him what on earth he was doing out of bed so late, he had told her about a ridiculous legend involving some woman-Bloody Mary-appearing in the mirror after saying her name three times, and then brutally killing whoever was in the room.
Lovely. Regina had rolled her eyes and sent him to bed, but later on that night she had found herself to be...intrigued. A woman who used mirrors to enforce terror? The mayor would be lying if she said that didn't remind her of herself a little.
And so that next night after she was certain her son-her's, not that damned Emma Swans-was asleep, she turned out the lights in her bedroom, stood before her full length mirror, and performed the supposed summoning ritual:
"Bloody Mary" she said, and turned once in a full circle.
"Bloody Mary" she said again, and turned once again.
Taking a deep breath, she repeated the name one last time:
"Bloody Mary!" she turned once more, and then quickly flashed on the lights.
Moving away from the light switch, she looked back into her mirror, and smirked in satisfaction when she saw nothing. Just her own beautiful self.
"Bloody Mary" Regina thought, chuckling what a joke!
She got ready for bed, and after locking her bedroom door she prepared to switch off the lights again. But just before she could, she saw something, just out of the corner of her eye.
Something in the mirror.
Regina swallowed, her hand hovering over the light switch. Every instinct she had was screaming for her to run out of the room, grab Henry, and get out of the house. But that would be just stupid. She was the Evil Queen for Gods sake! And she wouldn't be frightened out of her house by some silly little urban legend! So, taking a calming breath, she turned around to face her mirror.
The Mayors body went ridged, the blood drained from her face, eyes became wide with terror, and her mouth opened in a silent scream when she saw what was awaiting her in the glass.
The woman behind the glass had dark, tangled hair across her white face, her black fingernails scraped against the glass, in her snarling mouth were sharp, decaying teeth, and where there were supposed to be eyes, there was nothing but bloodied sockets, as though they had been ripped out long ago, the blood dripping down her chin and staining her white clothing.
Paralysed with fear, unable to even scream, Regina could only watch as Bloody Mary herself pushed against the glass of the mirror, sliding through and dropping to the floor like a rag doll. She then shot upright, turning slowly until her bloody sockets were facing the terrified woman.
She grinned, and with a thin, sharp-nailed hand stretched out in front of her, she started to move toward the horror-struck mayor.
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They found her the next morning. After Henry had tried to rouse his mother, knocking repeatedly on her locked door and calling out to her, only to receive no response, he had called Emma. After sending her son off to school she too had called out to Regina, telling her to stop messing around and open the door. When she got no response, she broke it down.
And when she walked into the bedroom, the first thing she discovered was that the carpet was soaked in blood.
"Oh my God..." Emma had gasped, a hand going to her mouth. Then she looked up, and when she saw what was waiting for her there, something lurched in her stomach and she barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up the contents of her stomach.
It was Regina, lying on the floor as though passed out. Her limbs hung about her awkwardly, as though every single one of them had been broken. Her clothes had been torn apart, and long, deep gouges decorated her skin, blood oozing onto the ground.
And her face? That once beautiful face-superior to all except one-had been destroyed. Her lips had been ripped apart, her cheeks, chin and forehead looked as though it had been attacked with a rake, and as for her eyes...
Her eyes were no longer there. They had been brutally ripped out, leaving nothing but the empty, bloodied sockets staring up the ceiling.
This chapter...it was difficult for me to write, because ever since I was little I have been flat-out terrified of Bloody Mary (seriously, I once worked up the courage to actually DO the ritual, and I couldn't sleep for a week) if it's crappy, I apologise.
For my next chapter, I am going to do a legend I've been wanting to do for a while. You might not have heard of it, but I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do.
As always, any legends you wanna see, PM me.