A Curse Upon Thee 2-35

Idiot. She left the prince standing squarely in the middle of his own pathetic indecision, blond head finally full of something more than his own heroic fantasy.  Heels struck the pavement, clipping a punishing staccato against the concrete, as Regina kept her eyes on her target just a few doors down. This town… The ever-present…

To view this content, you must be a member of ZFighter18’s Patreon at $5 or more Unlock with PatreonAlready a qualifying Patreon member? Refresh to access this content.

Alright. Enough. Chad O’Donaghue frowned as the bell to Granny’s diner chimed loud above his head, the young man pushing his way past the glass. The door swung shut, the chill of the Maine dawn left behind and his eyes took in the empty diner; the air missing the distinct smell of fresh-brewed crude oil…

All other thoughts out of her head, Ruby Lucas did the only thing she could. Ruby ran. Pure blind instinct and panic pushed her forward, heavy black boots pounding a brutal rhythm against dark pavement as she took to the streets. Fast, faster, and even faster than she’d ever run before, Ruby didn’t waste a…

“Lancelot?” Mary Margaret’s gasp echoed off cracked stone walls, voice echoing back in the ruined room. “Lancelot, what’s going on?” The armored knight didn’t blink, eyes locked dead on Finn. Even with a weapon aimed right at him, his gauntlets sat at his sides, a smile still calm on his face. “You know, I figured…

Henry Mills was dying. Finn didn’t need the machines or Whale to tell him that much. The Cursed Energy guttering in the kid’s chest made that more obvious than what he could get from simple sight. He didn’t need his blue eyes open and searching to feel the residuals — like a candle in a…