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Post by BELLE FRENCH on Aug 14, 2015 23:38:08 GMT
The room was dark. It was always dark. Sometimes she could hear sounds from the world outside and every now and again a cry from the room next to her. Why she was here she didn't know. She was half human, a mere ghost of a person living in eternal darkness, with no one to talk to and nothing to keep her mind occupied. It could drive anyone crazy. She was often plagued with terrible nightmares of giant beasts that were aflame and monsters that could spin gold. Sometimes she screamed so much the nurse would sedate her. The medicine helped. It kept away the twisted dreams that haunted her so.
She lay silently on her bed. Sometimes she prayed for death because she had forgotten what life was. The only thing that made her world seem real was the itchy nightgown she'd been given to wear. The material was coarse and often left red patches on her delicate skin. The familiar sound of forced metal caused her to open her eyes. Someone was coming. She blinked as the light came into her cell and a dark figure of a man stood before her. It took a moment before she could see the man stood in the doorway and she cowered fearing what might happen next. She wasn't accustomed to visitors. She did not expect the man to offer his hand to her in the gentle manner he did, there was something behind his eyes that immediately made her trust him. He was here to help her...she was certain of it. She didn't even think or care to question why a stranger would help her.
'Who are you...why are you doing this?' She asked as she took his hand and rose to her feet, her face filled with wonder as she searched the man for answers. He was reassuring when he spoke, his hands were firmly pressed on her shoulders and it helped to ground her thoughts so she could listen clearly to what he was saying. The instructions he gave were simple, find a Mr Gold, tell him Regina had locked her up. He would keep her safe from harm. That was all she needed to know.
Escaping was surprisingly easy, she took a coat left in the waiting-room by a careless visitor and threw it over her hospital gown. Hugging the coat tightly she marched quickly out of the hospital, hiding her eyes behing her wild tufts of hair. The world outside was strange to her and she jumped at all the passing veichles. It wasn't too difficult to find the man called Mr Gold. One of the first stores she passed had his name plastered above the door. Surely she would find him there? Perhaps he had some answers for her.
She lingered for a moment at the shop door, before pushing it open and slipping inside. A bell jingled as the door shut behind her and she paused for a moment taking in all the items that covered the shop from floor to ceiling. 'Excuse me?' She called out, 'Is Mr Gold here?' She asked the empty shop as she hugged the coat around her.
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Post by RUMPLESTILTSKIN GOLD on Aug 15, 2015 4:51:40 GMT
 i hate what i've become
the nightmare's just begun.
i must confess that I feel like a monster.
Gold was secretly celebrating inside. He had his potion. He knew the cursed was just about to be broken just moments in the future. Even without magic he knew what was going to happen, he knew that Emma was going to break the curse, and he, oh he was going to bring back magic. He was going to be powerful again. He was going to be able to leave this town and find his son. All of his hard work was finally paying off. All it took was tricking Emma Swan into giving him the potion and letting her deal with the curse on his own. Quite easy once he’d taken care of Regina. He could practically feel the curse breaking despite stealing the True Love Potion Emma had gone after. He grinned looking at the shining liquid held within the golden egg, glad that everything had worked perfectly. He held it up, looking at it in the light. However, a ding at his door signified someone entering his shop and he quickly closed up the egg, tucking the potion in his jacket. “Yes. That is me, but I am sorry but the shop is closed –” He turned around as he sat the egg on the counter his eyes settling on the visitor. He stared for a moment, trying to focus in because what he was seeing couldn’t be real. He looked at her, her face, her hair, her eyes, they were all… hers. But she was dead. This couldn’t be her. Could it? No, this was just his imagination. She was dead. She had to be dead. She was dead. There was no way around it. It had to be his imagination. He remembered times when he would see her, after she had died, back with his madness. The madness that was always there, itching in the back of his head in Storybrooke. The madness that had brought him another vision of the woman he had once loved. That was what this had to have been. It couldn’t be anything else. She was dead. And this was just his madness. But it seemed so real. He had to be sure. He had to make certain that this… this was just a vision, and that she was real. He took a couple steps around the counter and towards her, his eyes trained on her, studying every little feature, memorizing this face, because even if she turned out to be a hallucination he wanted to soak in every little detail he could while she was still there. If she was like his other visions, she would end up running away from him, she wouldn’t be able to be touched, she would say things to him that would make him fall apart again. Not this. Not now. Please. He was so close to victory. He didn’t want to lose because he was going mad once more. TAG: OPEN WORDS: 485
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Post by BELLE FRENCH on Aug 16, 2015 10:25:42 GMT
She didn't know who this Regina person was or why she would want to lock her up for so long. All she knew was the man who had tried to rescue her appeared kind and trustworthy. If this man called Mr Gold could protect her from Regina, she couldn't ask for any more. It was frightening to not be able to remember anything. It was as if she'd been locked in that cell her entire life. Living in eternal darkness and yet the outside world didn't seem entirely strange to her. She was sure it wasn't the first time she had set foot outside. Why couldn't she remember?
She pulled back the dusty old curtain which was covering a doorway to the back room. As she did she heard a reply from a man. The shop was closed...not that it mattered, she wasn't here to shop and although his manner seemed brash she persisted. She was here because she needed help. She needed protection from the woman who seemed to want to do her harm.
'I was told to err...find you' she began taking a step forward, examining the man who would hopefully help her. 'I was told to tell you that Regina locked me up...' she added her face was grave as she spoke. She didn't understand why this had happened to her. She was alone, frightened and confused. He was her only hope for answers.
'Does that mean anything to you?' She questioned, hugging herself as the man approached her with the strangest expression on his face. She looked down at the floor, puzzling over his reaction. He seemed bewildered, as if what she was saying was completely strange to him, but as she looked at him again she saw something more. A kindness that she had not seen in him the first time he had spoken and this gave her hope.
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