Ghosts of the past

Stranger

Recently in Ghosts of the Past, the town seems to be strangely empty or too quiet, nothing supernatural has happened for a long time in Storybrooke until Emma and Regina get trapped in the Sheriff's station because of a blackout. Who is the mysterious stranger that was there before them?

Chapter Nine: Stranger

"We should get out of here." I tell Regina, moving towards the door and she follows. My hand goes on the handle. "What are you waiting for, she shouts over the loud noise of everything moving around us, open it!" At this, I pull harder at the door but it won't budge. "I-I can't! It's stuck!" She moves me to one side, or rather, pushes me to one side and tries to open it by kicking the door then by using magic, nothing happens. "We're stuck here, it seems, or we could try the windows, and try the lights again." Regina orders, rushing towards the windows while I walk to the lights and flick the buttons.

"Nope. It's a blackout." I tell her and she tries to smash the windows, only to be thrown back and flown across the room by some kind of magnetic force that hangs in the air. "It's...magic. Whoever did this is like us and she needed that file for some reason too." Regina informs, standing up and I nod, "True but that file was in a box that I've never seen around here before and I've gone through a lot of these boxes, how come I missed that exact one?"

She shrugs and with a flick of her hair, she answers, "I don't know Emma, this place does need some cleaning up, I send her a glare that goes by unnoticed, maybe she left something behind; accidental or not." At this, I perk up, if she left some kind of clue, we could track it back to her with magic or just by looking at it we could figure it out. She must have seen the light bulb because she smirks at the look on my face. 

"So we're going with that idea then?" She asks, putting a hand on her hip and I nod. "Yeah, that's what we're going with."

- Meanwhile...- /Where have the residents of Storybrooke gone?/

"Henry! Henry, wake up." Snow shakes him and speaks in hushed whispers, causing him to wake up, muttering, "Are we home yet?" Snow shakes her head, "No, we're somewhere else, go check on David, I'll wake up the rest." Before Henry can even move from his spot, a voice rings out, "That won't be necessary." 

Both heads whip around to see a shadow, sitting on a rock, it's too dark to see her face or her figure, so only her shadow is visible to the eyes. "Or, that won't be possible..." The voice mutters. Snow can easily tell now, that the shadow is indeed a young woman, yet her voice sounds monotone and calm for someone who is against a whole town. She couldn't have killed them, could she? "If you're wondering if I did in fact, kill everyone in your precious town, I'll put you out of your misery and tell you that I haven't. They're just under a spell, like you once where."

Henry speaks up when hearing this, "But the sleeping spell can only be undone by true love's kiss. If we're the only ones awake, how will it be undone? Not everyone has a true love." She chuckles, "Smart boy, aren't you? And yet...so clueless. This spell is different. It will be undone when I say so." Snow glares at the shadow and it's either unnoticed or avoided. "What do you want from them?" 

The shadow laughs this time. "From them, there's not much to ask. From you, however, that's a different matter. I want my revenge, not for things like everyone in this town wants revenge for, like princes and lost loves. I want my revenge for what someone did to me and what they made me lose." The girl's eyes began to glow an unnatural shade of red, like blood.

"For that, the person will pay. Lead me to the person who ruined me and took everything from me and in exchange, I will not harm this town, like I should have done so many years ago when I had my chance." Her voice is no longer filled with mockery, laughter or calmness. It is filled with hate and anger. 

"Who is this person?" Henry asks, coming closer to the shadow and the girl comes closer, only showing half of her face, which had a long cut that went from her high cheekbone to her jawline. Her eyes are still glowing, and filled with a feeling of betrayal and hurt.

"Rumplestilskin. And you."