Villains

Survivor

Maleficent opened her eyes gasping for air. There was a constant buzz in her ears, as if a thousand of cannons had fired right next to her. The witch considered the possibility of being actually deaf since she could already sense blood coming out from a cut behind her left ear. Blinking slowly, she cursed under her breath when dirt started to irritate her alrealy sensitive eyes. She coughed a few times and scrubbed a hand over her face, taking off the dust.

"Damn." The witch whispered to herself as slowly moved to sit up, looking around and examining the place. As she did, Maleficent let out a loud groan - the pain in her back was one she had never felt before. Maybe it was beecause her wings had protected her at the prior night during the enormous mess Rumplestiltskin had created. In fact, she was still in Midas castle - or at least what had left of it. The Dark One had made an excellent job on blowing it up. Now, instead of gold, only stones, dirt and dead people were used as decoration.

Slightly unsure of the state she was in, Maleficent tried to grab her staff, but failed terribly when her arm burned in pain. The witch mentally cursed the Dark One again as anger filled her veins. She looked over her arm and saw a big cut near the shoulder, but what really shocked her was the fact that her right hand was stuck in a rock - remains of the former castle walls.

Shit.

In a motion to get out of there, Maleficent used her other arm to grab the staff and move the stone. With a little help of her magic, she managed to take the rock away. Maleficent had to bite her lips until it drew blood to stop her from yelling at feeling of her crushed hands being touched. Taking a deep breath, she placed her wounded arm over her lap and looked around, searching for the queen. The witch scanned the room thoroughly until she spotted a known silhouette lying on the ground next to the dead bodies.

"Regina." She murmured, widening her eyes.

Standing up as fast as she could, Maleficent walked headed to the unconscious sorceress almost desperately, glancing at the other villains who had attended the meeting as well. They were all dead, but she hoped the queen had survived.

"Regina." The witch exclaimed this time, standing in front of her friend's body.

The queen had a bruise on her forehead and a small cut near the eyebrow. Generally, she wasn't that bad, which both made Maleficent relieved and curious. Kneeling down next to the queen, the she shook her body gently in an attempt to wake her up.

After a few minutes, Maleficent managed to make her talk. "Ugh, stop it." Regina murmured in protest.

At first, the queen was confused to find herself laying on the ground covered entirely by dirt. She had this insane urge to cough until the dust was completely out of her system, but something stopped her. Instead, Regina opened her eyes slowly and took a deep breath, regretting to do so in the minute she did. The queen gasped desperately as a burning sensation invaded her chest, making her shut her eyes again.

"What the hell?" Regina cried out, her voice sounding too weak for her own liking.

"What is it?" Maleficent asked in a worried whisper, frowning immediately.

The queen opted to take small intakes of breath, focusing on finding out what was wrong with her. Making a retrospective of what had happened last night, she let out an annoyed hiss. "My ribs are broken." The queen answered sharply and opened her eyes, glancing over her body. It had bruises an cuts everywhere. "I'll kill that imp." Regina said in a threatening tone, looking up to face her friend.

"Oh, I'll help you." Maleficent responded with a chuckle. Turning her attention to her soared arm, the witch grabbed her staff and tried to heal her wounds. Her face twisted into an angry scowl when her magic didn't work. Apparently, moving that stone had worn her out. She was too exhausted to perform any kind of magic.