Race Through Time:
The Thing That Escaped The Box
"This is what you saw when you realized that something escaped the box?" Fidget asked as he examined the flashing light on Pandora's box. Thirty minutes after the heroes came to his cottage to question him, he 'willingly' followed them to see the box and figure out what was the thing that left it.
"I don't suppose you have any idea of what was the thing or villain that escaped?" David asked as he leaned on the counter. The Batrishan sniffing the box, which kind of surprised the others.
"All I can tell right now is that it has the aura of a female," Fidget groaned. "I am so busted."
"I must admit, Denada Cortés," Mr. Gold said, "I lost track of the identities of the 100 villains that you locked in the box for that bargain of ours. How many of them were females?"
"Many of them whom I had to use brutal force. Others had me chained to their beds with my clothes off."
"Funny. Why does that sound familiar to how you and I first met?" Marion asked Anubis.
"Because if I hadn't chosen you, you would have most likely been like this in the sex slave market," Anubis joked, only to get a dark look from his wife.
"Oh-kay, we'll discuss your true-love-at-firs-sight history later!" Emma cut in. She gave a slightly disturbed look at the god and his wife.
"The second one seems a bit…" David began telling Fidget.
"Weird? Disgusting?" Fidget offered.
"I was going for unusual."
"For a human like you, it's kind of understandable. But you'd be surprised by the number of non-humans who find me quite attractive." At that, he teasingly stroke his hair in a way that would have mocked all the narcissists in the universe. Now that they had another look at him, most of the humans realized that Fidget's remark wasn't really a lie: despite the wings (one of them having a mechanical brace), the right peg-leg, the fanged teeth, the bloody red irises in golden eyes, the bat ears, and the clawed hands, Fidget the Bat did have a level of handsomeness. He kept his long, dark as an abyss hair neatly cleaned and brush. His dark skin was well scrubbed, his claws even but sharp, his teeth brushed, etc. He wore proper, modern black and purple clothes that still made a callback to the Aldoradian military uniform that he used to wear back in the old days.
No doubt about it: if Evil wanted to reincarnate its cruel handsomeness in a handicapped Batrishan who lived through nightmares for almost three centuries, it did a good job for choosing Fitzgerald Denada Cortés as its host.
"So, what do we do now?" Killian asked. "We know that the thing…or person who escaped the box is female and is after Fidget for revenge. But how do we catch it?"
"Well, for one it or she will most likely come after the Batrishan," Mr. Gold said as he pointed the Batrishan, who rolled his eyes in return. " It or she will probably leave by any sign that it or she is looking for his attention."
"And my head," the Batrishan muttered.
"Look who's the person being targeted for revenge now?" David smirked.
"Please shut up, mate," Killian told David in a firm way that he wanted to avoid conflict. Fidget gave a surprised glance at the pirate who used to be his old friend.
"I could send my hounds to track down the scent," Anubis suggested. "Just let them sniff the box and they might find it in less than a minute."
"Can they?" Emma asked.
"They sniffed your car seat twice in order to get your scent," Marion said drily.
"Maybe sniffing won't be necessary." All eyes turned on the Fidget, who was looking at a model of a miniature ship inside a bottle. He grabbed it and had a closer look at it. "Codfish, I'm going to have to use your ship."
"You have a plan?" Killian asked with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Better." The Batrishan grinned, revealing his fanged grin that made everyone, including Anubis, cringe. "A booby trap."
Meanwhile, in the forest surrounding Storybrooke
Several hills away from the pawnshop, several feet away from the Toll Bridge, and several miles before you could reach the town line, a purple smoke was floating in midair, figuring out how to appear as a living creature of flesh and bones. The smoke needed to find a body. It must seek its revenge!
As the smoke hovered above an empty plain, it spotted an abandoned magazine from some abandoned picnic. Curious, the smoke got closer to the magazine, which turned to be a VOGUE magazine, and flipped around the pages until it found a page with an interesting picture of a woman in an interesting jumpsuit outfit. Pleased with what it saw, the smoke suddenly twisted like a tornado and let out a few wind blows that eventually transformed into a woman's scream.
The smoke eventually disappeared, revealing a young woman who could have been eighteen at the least. She looked at her hands and gasped when she saw that they were violet colored and that their delicate fingers all had rings with pink eight-pointed stars. She moved these hands over her face and felt a heart shaped head with a small nose. She snapped her fingers and a vanity appeared after a smoke full of eight-pointed stars and purple cosmos appeared.
The sight was amazing! She saw the reflection of a beautiful woman with long, purple, pink, and black hair that flowed down to her waist and were crowned with a headband that sprouted a silver colored horn. Her eyes were cold blue with small, pink irises. The woman wore a black jumpsuit that exposed a lot of cleavage underneath a violet leather jacket, a purple belt with an eight-pointed star shaped clasp, and violet ankle strapped shoes with little wings attached to the back. Her neck was decorated with a purple stringed necklace with a pink eight-pointed star pendant, which looked a lot like the loop earrings she was wearing.
"Something is missing," she muttered in a dark, yet sweetly seductive voice. She shut her eyes and focused hard. Pained flowed throughout her spine until something sprouted from the bones. Once the pain ended, the woman looked at the mirror again and was pleased to see dark feathered wings wide open and attached to her back.
"So much better," she said. She looked away from the mirror and looked at the small trail that led through the woods and into the small town. "And now, for what you did to me, Fitzgerald Denada Cortés…"
She punched the vanity mirror, causing the entire glass to break into shards that landed on the grass.
"I shall have you heart," the woman said as she caused the glassless mirror to disintegrate. She walked towards the trailer, swaying her hips in the process, and cackled wickedly as the first rays of sunset reflected on the shards, revealing that they were all forming the shape of an eight-pointed star.