A/N: Day 6 is act of true love. Rated M for violence. Sorry in advance…
The cocking of the pistol was unbelievably loud in the silent alley way and even though Emma had heard the sound several times throughout her troubled youth, she jumped. She jumped because Morgan had been a friend. She had waltzed into Storybrooke with her beautiful dark brown locks and winning smile, winning over the Sheriff with her sharp wit and attitude.
Emma had liked her. They hung out everyday and drank rum, watched stupid movies. It seemed genuine, especially when they complained about Hook, who was becoming more of a problem than anything. She was beginning to hate her own boyfriend.
But one thing Emma hated more than her lousy, stagnant relationship with the pirate, was being played. And that's what had happened with Morgan le Fay.
She had invited the Sheriff to The Rabbit Hole and Emma agreed readily, canceling her plans with Regina again. She had been neglecting the Mayor and Emma knew it was frustrating the older brunette but new friendships required work. It was easy with Regina because they were two sides of the same coin. They understood each other like no other, especially after Emma experienced the addiction of dark magic and Regina experienced the plights of being the Savior. She knew Regina would always be there, that Regina would never stop being her friend even if the ignoring hurt or aggravated her.
And now, thinking back, she should've listened to her because Regina told her that Morgan was suspicious, too perfect, like she was trying to get close on purpose.
"You're just jealous that I'm not spending time with you! Don't be selfish, Regina. There always has to be an ulterior motive with you. Why? Can't Morgan just like me?" She ran off with a huff, ignoring Regina's calls and texts and attempts to see her. And Emma prayed that she would make it out of this because she had to, needed to, apologize her ass off and make amends with the only friend that ever truly cared just because she loved Emma unconditionally.
"Scared, Dark One?" Morgan's voice was deep, not the soft, high-pitched squeak she had been using throughout their friendship. Apparently even the minute was faked. Emma wanted to fight but Morgan had placed the cuff on her, the one that Hook used on Regina once, and the witch had her frozen in place. She was trapped. And all she wanted was to be in front of the fire at Mifflin, drinking wine and beer with Regina, flirting and joking. She just wanted to be with Regina. She felt so angry with herself. She looked for another friend when she already had an amazing confidant, friend, and… more, if she survived this. Her chances looked slim.
"Why?" Emma tried to buy herself more time. She felt a bit anxious and completely hopeless. Her parents didn't know where she was, Henry was at a sleepover, and Regina was most likely pissed at her.
Morgan chuckled darkly before lifting the barrel of the gun, "I don't think it really matters, Emma. I'm done letting you waste my time."
She watched as Morgan put pressure on the trigger, her body angling into a typical shooting stance. Emma's eyes shut automatically when the trigger was pulled, the sound piercing her ears, making them ring. Her body tensed, waiting for the pain, for something.
Then she heard it, a painful gasp. Her eyes snapped open and she saw wisps of purple surrounding her, "No…"
That magic was so recognizable. She felt her heart sink to the floor. The wisps slowly faded to reveal the brunette she loved so much. She felt her blood turn cold as she rounded the brunette.
"Emma…" Regina was holding her abdomen tightly, pain encompassing her features. The brunette's legs buckled and before she could hit the floor, Emma caught her waist and laid her down gently.
"No, no, no, no," Emma felt the stink of tears coming forth as she cupped Regina's cheeks, "No, Regina, please."
The brunette opened her mouth to say something but a cough burst from her lung, causing a trickle of blood to drip from the corner of her lips. Emma felt a sob crawling up her throat as she pressed on the wound, Regina's blood gushing and cover them both. She heard a dark chuckle from behind her and turned her upper body forcefully, never taking away her hands from Regina. She felt a fire in her veins when she saw the sadistic smile on Morgan's face.
"You're going to regret this, you bitch," She growled so deeply, almost primal, and reveled when Morgan's smile diminished, "You can hurt me, kill me. But you hurt her so I will come for you and you better believe I will make you wish you were dead."
Morgan stepped back, reaching for her pistol once more. But before she could act, She heard another loud bang and watched as Morgan's body jolted, blood and bone bursting from her chest ferociously.
"Regina!" Charming. Emma felt her emotions spiraling out of control as he ran to them. Regina was losing energy, her eyes slowly shutting, only to flutter open because of the brunette's sheer stubbornness.
"Please, stay awake, okay? You can't leave me, Gina. I'm a fucking mess. I can't do this without you," Regina coughed, sending more blood down her cheek, but her brown eyes showing understanding, "Please, I love you. Please."
By the time Charming crouched by her, Emma was sobbing uncontrollably, her body wracking with sadness, and pressing her palm against the wound, ignoring Regina's pain moaned, knowing that tight pressure could save her.
"Emma, we have to take her to the hospital! Now!" When Emma made no move, unable to calm down, Charming took initiative, scooping the older brunette into his muscled arms. He hurried down the alley, not waiting for his daughter. If he did look back, he would see his princess, The Dark One, picking up a pipe from the trash and beating the lifeless corpse on the asphalt until it's features were no longer recognizable.
She walked into the hospital covered in blood, surely frightening the staff and patients. Luckily, it wasn't her blood so Emma didn't give a damn. Now that her anger simmered, she needed to see Regina, make sure she was okay. She didn't care that she was marring the white floor with streaks of red blood or that her arms were on fire from swinging the pipe so hard and fast for so long or that she felt like a breakdown was imminent at any second. She needed Regina to be okay.
She sprinted down the sterile hall, up to the main desk where the nurse jumped back at the sight of her. Emma sneered, still feeling the leftover anger squeezing her heart, "Where's Regina?"
The nurse gulped, lifting her hand to point down the hall to the left. Emma swiveled, only to see her mother crying hysterically into Charming's shoulder. Her father was covered in copper blood, Regina's blood. Emma felt a shiver crawl up her spine.
"No, no, no," Emma whispered, taking in the morbid scene before her, "Regina…"
Charming looked up at his daughter after hearing her anguished pleas. He grimaced as Emma dropped to the floor, her knees taking a hard impact.
"Regina…" Emma whispered hoarsely and Charming looked to the floor, rubbing his hands over Snow's shaking back, "Dad, please."
Charming shook his head, his eyes glassy, "Emma…"
Emma watched his face contort and shook her head, not wanting to put together the signs, "No, please! She's okay, right?"
The prince flinched at the pained, loud voice. His daughter looked and sounded so desperate and he just wanted to disappear. He had never dealt with anything like this, "Honey, please, come here."
Emma shook her head again, this time forcefully, almost looking rabid. Emma leaned forward and rested her forehead against the floor, her nails scratching at the surface desperately. The blonde began sobbing, her wails reverberating through the halls, making patients and nurses stand by, watching the wreck as she cried and screamed. Snow looked on, her own anguish never dying down, before pushing her husband toward their daughter.
Charming lowered onto the floor, reaching for Emma's hands, stilling their movement. The blonde turned to lay her cheek onto the floor, peering at her father through blurry eyes.
"What happened to her?" She asked shakily and he screwed his eyes shut, "What happened to my Gina?"
"Emma… She…Oh God…"
A/N: ... To be continued...