Henry looked at Cruella still in shock. 'This is impossible. She is dead, and dead means dead, there is not breaking that rule', Henry thought, while Cruella smirked at him. "How are you here? You can't be here, you're dead."

Cruella's smile grew, if that was even possible, and she started walking to Henry while speaking. "Oh Henry, I thought you would be happy to see me. We were such great friends in the Underworld after all. But no matter. We can still be mates now. And all thanks to my new friend, Adda."

Adda walked around Henry and went to Cruella's side. "What can I say, you inspired me with your cruelty."

Henry looked at the two and rolled his eyes. He really hoped they wouldn't become a thing, since they were disgusting enough already.

"But Henry, as I was saying" Adda said, continuing the conversation they were having before Cruella jumped in, "we need a favor from you. It isn't a very big one, so don't worry too much."

"And as I was saying Adda" Henry said really starting to get angry because he was always seen as weak, someone who would do anything to save himself "I will never help you."

"Oh, come on, Henry, don't be like that." Cruella said sarcastically "Would it help if I told you the favor is for me?"

"Actually yes, it would, because now I want to help even less, and I didn't want to help at all a minute ago." Henry said determined. He was tired of being pushed around, of being bullied by the bad guys. He was not going to stand for that, not anymore. He was going to be the hero he believed he was always meant to be. Well, he would try anyway.

"Well, I am sorry to disappoint dear, but the thing is that you don't have a choice." Adda said. "The asking, was just us being polite. And we are done with that now."

Henry laughed. Polite? Yeah right. "How did you manage to bring her back anyway?" Henry still didn't want to believe it was actually Cruella. Maybe it was someone else pretending to be her, or some kind of hologram or something.

"That is not important for your job, Henry." Adda was starting to get impatient by Henry's stubbornness. "Let's just say that anything is possible in Storybrooke, you guys just didn't notice it before." Henry continued to look at Adda, his expression saying that nothing changed, nor it ever would: he wasn't going to help them. Of course Adda didn't expect him to do so easily, but he had to admit he never thought the kid would put up this big of a fight. "Anyway, the thing is that I thought Cruella would be a great asset to my new team, but of course it would be so much better if she could actually kill people. And that is where you come in."

Henry's eyes widened. With everything happening, he had totally forgotten that Cruella still couldn't kill anyone. Isaac once wrote it, and as it always happens, what an author writes, becomes the truth. Henry laughed at Adda. "I can't change that. No one can. She was forbidden to kill and there is nothing no one can do about it."

"That's not exactly true, Darling." Cruella said smiling. She was thrilled ever since she found out there was a way to reverse what Isaac did to her. She really did miss a good murder.

Henry's smile faded as he started to get worried. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, you are still very new at this author thing, so it is understandable you don't know all the rules yet. You see, I talked to Isaac and..."

Henry looked at Adda even more worried when he mentioned Isaac. He thought he had seen the last of him when he and Regina sent him to New York a few days back and he was definitely not looking forward to seeing him again. "Isaac? He's here?"

"Oh, no. Of course not." Adda said to Henry looking at him like he was crazy. "Why would I want him? I simply called him. Turns out he is in Manhattan trying to rewrite that book you once made disappear from existence. You know, the 'Heroes and Villains' book." Adda made a little pause and continued when he saw a shade of recognition in Henry's face. "A waste of time if you ask me. People don't care about fairy tales or hope anymore. All they want is news that will make them feel better. They don't even care if they are real or not." Adda stopped again, took a deep breath and continued. "But I am getting a little bit off topic here. The important thing is that he told me there is a way to reverse what an author writes."

Cruella was listening to Adda and looking at him and Henry in an alternate way, seeing both their reactions. When Adda finished, she put a hand in the pocket of her coat, probably made of dog fur, and took a paper out of it. She gave it to Henry, always with a devilish smile on her face. Henry looked at it, and, besides from a Dalmatian on the edge of it, there was only one sentence: 'Cruella de Vil can no longer take away the life of another.' That was it. That was what kept Cruella from killing. That small paper with that small sentence, was the thing keeping one of the biggest psychopaths ever, from doing what she loves most. Incredible, isn't it?

"What I am supposed to do with this?" Henry asked waving the paper in his hand, like he was ready to throw it at any time.

"Well, darling, the answer is quite simple actually. All you need to do is scratch that. With your authorial pen, of course." Cruella really seemed to be having fun with this. She was back, and she couldn't be happier.

"That's not going to work. You really think it is that easy? Besides, I don't even have my pen with me." Henry just wanted to get the hell out of there, but deep down he knew he would never be able to do that, not with both of them watching him.

"I thought lying was beneath you, Henry." Adda said taking the author pen out of his pocket.

Henry sighed. Of course they searched his backpack before he woke up. They may both be horrible people (at least he knew Cruella is), but they are smart, even though Henry hid it well: in his pencil case next to all his other pens. He was once taught that if you really want to hide something, you should hide it in plain sight. Anyway, that didn't really matter to Henry because he still thought that was never going to work. "How about we make a deal? What do you guys say?" He asked them, after discovering a way to get out of there.

Cruella smirked at Henry and looked at Adda. "See? I told he is a smart kid. What do you have in mind?"

Henry smiled back at her, a fake smile of course. "You give me the pen, I'll scratch the paper, and when it doesn't work you let me go. How about that?"

'Smart indeed' Adda thought to himself. "Fine, but let's make it count. You try twice. If it works you can go, but if it doesn't work, you try one more time. Then, no matter what happens, you can go anyway. What do you say?"

Henry looked at Adda. He thought of how deeply worried his moms would be when they find out what happened. Maybe they would understand he isn't a kid anymore and would let him join them in taking the new villains down. Or of course, maybe they would overprotect him even more. "Sounds good to me." He said finally.

"Perfect" Adda said simply, handing him the pen. "Oh, and don't even think about doing something you shouldn't. You will end up regretting it." He said, realizing he just gave Henry a lot of power.

Henry did his best to make an enigmatic smile which said 'I won't make any promises', but he really wasn't thinking about doing anything to them, because he knew defeating them with the pen would come with a very high price, one he would probably not be willing to pay. He seated on the floor and put the paper Cruella gave him in the chair in which he was seated a few minutes ago (it felt like hours already). He took the pen in his hand and Cruella and Adda approached him and started looking at what he was about to do, and the results that might bring.

With the pen, Henry draw a scratch above the letters in the paper. He looked up at Adda and Cruella and he realized nothing happened. When he looked back at the paper, the scratch had disappeared. "See? I told you this would never work." Henry said with a smile trying to grow on his face.

"Yes, you did clearly make your point, but remember the deal. You have to try again." Adda said hopeful Isaac didn't lie to him, because if he found out he had, he would be happy to drive all the way to New York to kick his little lying ass.

Henry sighed. He had no other option then to try again, so he did. He grabbed the pen tightly and started to feel something, he couldn't explain what, something he had never felt before. He scratched the words again, and that time he did it so hard that the paper ripped in half and then turned to ash.

At the same time, Cruella felt something coming to her, like she was just given something new, but not really new, it was simply something she hadn't felt in a very long time. "I think it worked" she said with a triumph smile on her face.

"Great" Adda said smiling too. He waved his hand and puffed Henry back to where Lily had kidnapped him. He is a man of his word, so he never had any intention of breaking the deal he made with Henry. Besides, he would need him later on. Alive of course.

"Shall we see if it really worked, darling?" Cruella asked Adda, eager to finally go and kill someone. She really missed everything about it: the hunting, the fear in their eyes, the life coming out them... If killing was considered a hobby, Cruella would totally be a great sports person.

Adda smiled back at her, but he wasn't so eager to start a battle. Not while there was still work to be done before that. "Not yet, my dear. Remember the plan: there is still one more person we need to bring back."

(another chapter done. Hope you continue to like it. There is still at least one more person coming back, and you will find out who in the next chapter. You can start making bets if you want to )