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CHAPTER TWELVE-Storybrooke
Colette walked through the streets of Storybrooke in a bit of a daze. She could vaguely remember the layout of the town, some familiar sights, but the rest of it seemed to have come from a long forgotten dream.
She wrapped her arms around herself and started fiddling with her engagement ring. Seeing her younger self had thoroughly freaked her out, more than she thought it would. She was also incredibly cold in the dress her family had given her. Didn't they remember that Maine was permanently cold?!
She shivered, and continued walking down the street. It was pretty much abandoned, since everyone was at Granny's for the baby shower. Colette didn't see the use in trying a cloaking spell now, so she continued on without any real disguise.
The clock tower chimed three. Colette jumped at the sound, and then smiled as it brought back vague memories. She also smiled at the sight of the library. Making sure no one was watching, she walked up to the library doors to check if they were unlocked. To her surprise, it seemed as if her mother had indeed left them unlocked this afternoon.
"Kendra won't mind if I slip in here for just a little while…" Colette murmured to herself.
With that thought, she quickly slipped through the doors and closed them quietly behind her. She turned around, and inhaled the familiar scent of old paper and her mother's lavender perfume. Light streamed through the windows, making the dust glitter in the air.
Colette slowly made her way through the shelves of books, running her hand along the spines of the numerous tomes. She recognized a few from the collection her mother had brought over when she returned to the Enchanted Forest, but there were many she did not recognize.
"'Cyrano de Bergerac…Nancy Drew….The Giver….The Tale of Desperaux….surely mother won't mind if I borrow a few while I'm here…." Colette said as she browsed through the selection. She grabbed the ones that seemed intriguing to her, took the pile to one of the tables, and opened the first one off the pile.
She spent a good while there, peacefully entranced with the stories from this world, when she heard a loud bang echo from the direction of the street. Setting her book down, she cautiously approached one of the windows and peered out into the street.
What Colette saw sent chills down her spine and she immediately backed away from the window. The street was filled with curling black smoke, and people were slowly emerging from it.
No, wait, not people.
Skeletons. Skeletons armed with spears and swords.
And in the center of it all was a man with blue hair that seemed to be made of fire and robes that appeared to be made out of shadows, shadows of people suffering some nameless torture. The man turned his head, and his glowing yellow gaze turned toward the window Colette was looking out of.
Colette squeaked, pressed her hand over her mouth, and dashed toward the door to bolt them.
But she was too late. The doors flung open, and the black smoke slithered along the floor and through the bookshelves. Skeletons stood on either side of the door, and the blue haired man glided to the entrance.
Colette stood stunned in front of him, her back legs pressed up against one of the tables. She told herself to make a run for it, but she was paralyzed with fear.
The blue haired man slinked up to her, and grinned maliciously, revealing teeth like knives.
He held out one of his hands, as if this was an ordinary cordial meeting.
"Name's Hades, Lord of the Dead. Hi, how ya doin'?"
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