So this is moving along steadily... i'm still amazed and greatful that people actually want to read this, so thank you for the support. I hope you enjoy the new chapter. Terrified of messing this up.
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Chapter Three: This can't be happening.
'Thanks for trying miss swan.'
She is beside the car in a instant, reaching for the handle she pulls only to find the door is jammed, its frame bent and misshapen by the Chernabog. She slams her palm against the window in frustration as a broken sob escapes her, screaming Emma's name as she frashes against the metal seperating them.
Stepping away she unleashes the full force of her magic, her palm tingling as it leaves her, colliding with the door. Clenching her fist the metal bends once again, the glass window shattering on impact as it is torn from the car. It hits the forrest floor forgotten.
Her breath hitches at the sight before her, her mind attempting to process the damage and block it out all at the same time. She reaches forward, her hand trembling as it comes in to contact with the blondes throat. Searching for some sign of life all the while terrified of causing more harm. Her words taunt her, replaying in her head.
'I'm not going to let us both die in this metal coffin on wheels.'
A pulse. She finds it, faint but it's there and thats all she can focus on. Emma Swan is not dying today. She leans into the car delicate arms reaching behind the blondes back, around her legs as the saviors head comes to rest against her neck. She's not sure how or even if she has the strength, all she knows is that she has to get Emma out of there.
She hears the small whimper, feels the warmth of the blondes ragged breath against her cheek, Emma's body reacting even in her unconscious state to the change in position. Her heart breaks at the thought of causing the woman more pain. Gently as possible she lowers them to the ground, allowing the saviors battered body to rest against her chest, shards of glass bite in to her legs as she supports them both. She doesn't care.
They sit amongst the wreckage, and for the first time she allows herself to survey the full extent of Emma's injuries.
'The second I'm out in the open it'll crush me like a bug.'
Her skin clammy and pale, drained of color. The blood stained leather ripped and torn exposing little of the horror that lies beneath. Her hand shaking she grasps the zipper, hesitating for a brief moment before summoning the courage to ease it lower. The sight of Emma's torso bloody and disfigured would be forever seared into her mind.