Chapter 1: The Wish
Emma Swan unlocked and pushed open the door to her vacant apartment with a weary sigh. The bounty hunter drops her purse on the chair that sat in her small living room on the way to her bedroom. It had been a long night, but a successful one. Once again the curly haired blonde had managed to lure an unsuspecting male that had a warrent out for his arrest, into a set up date. Promptly handing him his court summons and hauling his ass in. The reward money she had received was 1800 dollars and that was enough to sustain her rent for the next several months.
Grunting in annoyance, the young blonde strips out of her skin tight red dress, sequined with jewls that caught the dim lights in her bedroom. Emma decided to skip out of a shower as she was barely able to keep to her feet, and changed into a pair of dark grey sweats and a white tee shirt. However, before she can happily sink into her thick comforter, her bright green gaze settles on the rather large cupcake wrapped in plastic sitting on her bedside table. Ah, yes. Today was her 26th birthday. After standing and pondering over it a few moments, the blonde approached the bedside table and gingerly picked up the cupcake, slowly unwrapping it. It smelled delicious, but it was a hallow feeling. Emma had bought the sweet herself since she had no one else in her life to remember her birthday. Just before the young woman takes a bite, she flutterd her eyes closed and makes a wish.
'I wish I wasn't alone anymore'
A pathetic, fool's wish brought by weakness and loneliness, at least she thought so. Sighing deeply, the blonde takes a large bite and chews. Almost immediately afterwards she heard a single knock rap against her front door, causing her to freeze. Emma wasn't expecting any company, and she didn't have anyone to casually visit her either. Who could it possibly be? The blonde woman quickly placed the cupcake down while simultaneously reaching for the glock strategically placed beneath her pillow. The knock sounds again, and Emma slinks forward in a trained crouch, both hands ensnared around the butt of her gun, which was pointed upwards.
"Who is it?" She calls out, only to receive no answer at all which only intensifies her nerves. Reaching her door, she uses one hand to carefully twist the knob and yank the door open. Pivoting in one fluid motion, Emma directed the barrel of her gun at her visitor. There was a beat of shocked silence, wide, chocolate brown eyes staring into emerald greens.
"Who are you?"
AN: I know it's short but I want to get a feel on a new territory. Trust me, the chapters will get longer. Tell me what you guys think.