Hi everyone apologies for the delay in chapters, as some of you know I had surgery on my wrist so that caused a little bit of a set back, I'm all better now so I return with a new chapter. I hope there is still some interest for this story, feel free to let me know what you think. thanks for stopping by. :)

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Chapter 12

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. Turning back to the car she finds it empty, the seat covered in Emma's blood but no sign of the injured savior.

'You always did hate that thing.' she turns at the sound of Emma's nonchalant words, to find the missing savior standing over the now crumpled door. Idly kicking at the broken glass beneath them as she inspects the damage. She stares in wonderment at the woman before her, afraid that she would once again disappear. Doing nothing to hide her relief from the blonde as she moves towards her.

'Emma.' she speaks, her voice thick with emotion. Tentatively her hand comes to rest on the blondes arm. She studies the leather jacket that lies beneath her fingers before taking in the younger womans appearance. She was fine. 'The Chernabog?' she asks looking to the town line. 'Gone, guess that means I was right...' hurling herself at the savior, she doesn't allow Emma the chance to finish before embracing her in a rare display of sentiment.

If Emma was caught off guard she didn't show it. Her own arms encircle the brunette returning the gesture before releasing hesitantly. 'Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?' the savior asked confused at her sudden show of endearment. 'You're alright.' she smiles, she sounded crazy, of that she was very much aware. 'Yeah, though my cars gonna need some work.' At mention of the death trap Emma called a car, the former queen's attention was brought back to the vacant blood stained seat.

'Regina...' the strangled sound of her name is enough to make her blood run cold. She turns confronted with the saviors trembling form. Staring in horror at the leather jacket pristine only a moment ago, now a tattered and bloody mess hanging limp from the blondes frame.

This couldn't be happening, not again. Her mind screamed at her to move but the sight of Emma's features twisted in torment hold her in place. Stumbling forward the blonde attempted to speak, her words nothing more that a choaked sob as blood haemorrhaged from her mouth.

The sound of a sickening crack breaks through the space between them, Emma's body falling heavily against her sending the pair to the ground. 'No.' she sobs clinging in desperation to the blondes broken frame. 'Emma.' she screams, her voice thick with despair. All she can do is watch horror struck as the saviors body writhes in agony, tearing itself apart all over again beneath her grasp.

After what feels like a lifetime Emma's body fell motionless against her. Limbs twitching her breath coming in short ragged gasps against the brunettes neck. 'Dont. you. see.' the she whimpers, her voice tired and thick with pain. 'You destroy. everything.' her stare becomes vacant, her features relaxing with her final words.

She sits alone in bed, unsure whether it was the nightmare that awoke her or the sounds of her anguished scream echoing throughout the master bedroom. Her thoughts consumed by the horrors created by her subconscious and what she knew to be true. Emma Swan was alive. The words repeat themselves, but do nothing to prevent the desolate sob that breaks free from her throat.