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Urban Legends: Fairytale Style-Chapter 13

Lift and Separate

For the first time in a long, long time, Tamara actually felt a sense of relief. No longer did she have to pretend to be in love with that fairytale reject Neal Cassidy! No more did she have to endure his pitiful screams of terror when he woke up in the middle of the night after having one of his damned nightmares. Never again did she have to put up with his obviously longing glances at that idiotic Emma Swan!

Now, finally, she could do what she came here to do, and destroy the magic in Storybrooke.

She'd called Greg after running from the cannery, and they'd agreed to meet at the library at midnight. If the secret to destroying the Storybrooke's magic was going to be anywhere, it was there, where Hook had found that...thing.

"Greg!" she called to him as she approached. Her boyfriend looked up from the door of the library and Tamara frowned. Had he been...crying?

"Come on" he said, picking the lock of the door and going in before she could ask him about it. She supposed it was for the best. They were here to do a job, not to waste time.

After turning on the light, they walked over to the elevator and stood in front of it. Greg looked over at Tamara.

"Are you ready to do this?"

Tamara nodded, and Greg pushed and pulled the necessary buttons and leaver that opened the chamber. He then moved to stand inside it.

Tamara followed him, but when she to walked into the elevator and made to close it, he stopped her.

"Wait!" he said, his hand against the door "One of us needs to stay up here, remember? To pull the lift back up!"

"Oh. Right" Tamara remembered, and moved back so that he had room to leave. When Greg looked confused, she gestured to the outside with her hand, and he realised what she was saying.

"No way!" he shook his head "I'm not staying up here while you go down there alone!"

"It makes more sense for me to go, Greg!" Tamara argued ""I have more experience!"

"I don't care. Hook said there's some kind of...thing, down there. You're staying here!"

"Greg!"

For a long time they argued, but eventually Greg got his way, and begrudgingly Tamara went to walk out of the chamber.

But the chamber, it seemed, had other plans.

"Agh!"

"Tamara!"

Tamara had screamed out when, out of nowhere, the elevator doors slammed shut with her still between them. Her body was still in the elevator, but her neck was trapped, her head hanging over the floor in the library.

"G-Greg!" Tamara choked, beating her hands against the doors "H-help me!"

"I can't!" Greg yelled back. There was no way to open the doors from the inside.

Desperately, she twisted her head and body to the side, thinking maybe she could slide out, but the doors grip on her head was too tight, she couldn't move!

But the elevator could.

Tamara couldn't hold back her scream of terror when the chamber started to move downwards. Slowly, slowly, pulling her bare neck to the ground.

"Greg! It's moving!" she screamed, hitting the elevator doors as hard as she could. From the inside, she felt Greg's fingers as he tried to pull the doors apart. But to no avail.

"No!" she sobbed, her neck almost touching the separation between the library floor and elevator chamber "Please! NO!"

"TAMARA!" Greg's scream was almost as loud as his girlfriends as her neck pressed into the ground, the cold, split floor cutting into her skin like it was butter and crushing her throat. And still the elevator moved, Tamara's agonised scream's becoming choked gurgles as her blood spilled onto the floor and into the elevator, the chamber struggling and repeatedly lifting and slamming down in an effort to remove the blockage.

And eventually, Tamara's decapitated body fell onto the elevator floor, and Greg Mendel, now trapped in the elevator, could only scream in horror as he stared down at her severed form, her fingers still twitching as they lay in a pool of her own dark blood.

This was the darkest thing I have ever written. Seriously, the darkest. This chapter is dedicated to Marcie Gore, who is a total angel for leading me to a great site for gristly stories and gave me the idea for Tamara's demise (I hope this was to your liking, my love)

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