At Last Part 2

Chapter 35 Red

Belles POV

"Oliver...Oliver what are you doing with that?" I said, trying to stop my voice from shaking.
My eyes kept flicking from Oliver to the lighter in his hand.
He stopped flicking it and stared at me, narrowing his eyes.
"What do you think?" He spat.
I swallowed, I know exactly what he wants to do.
I looked over at Henry, his usually rosy red cheeks were ghostly white.
"Can't waist anymore time!" He banged his hands on the counter.
Opening one of the Charmings kitchen cupboards, he reached right into the back, searching for something.
"What's he doing?" Henry whispered.
I shook my head,
"I don't know..."
Oliver found what he was looking for, and pulled out two large orange cartons.
Oil?
"Both of you - on the couch - now!" He yelled.
As he was carrying the two orange liquids, he had put the knife down.
"No, we don't have to do anything," I said, walking toward him.
"Yes - yes you do!" He yelled.
I edged toward the kitchen side where the knife was placed.
"I think you need to calm down and-"
Before I finishing my sentence, I dived for the knife - and so did he.

Suddenly excruciating pain filled my stomach.
I looked down - the blood - there's so much blood.

I scream and fall to the floor.

My whole stomach is on fire.

I heard Henry start to sob.

"Belle!"

I placed my hand on my stomach, I have to keep awake, have to stop the bleeding, have to save Henry.

Bravely, Henry whipped a tea towel off the oven and was at my side, pressing it on my wound.

"Belle? Belle what do I do? What do I do??!" Henry's hands were stained red, the white tea towel slowly turning the same colour.

I try to reply but the pain enveloped my voice.
"...take it....take it...out...." I breathed, making my hands into fists, readying myself.
"No- no belle, I can't!" Henry shook his head violently, tears pouring down his face, his eyes not looking away from my stomach.
I lifted his chin, and made him make eye contact with me.
"...yes...you...can..." I nodded, trying not to faint from the pain.
Henry swallowed and nodded grimly.
I braced myself - before throwing my head backwards, screaming.
Sweat was pouring off my forehead, mixing with a few tears escaping.
Breathe. Breathe!!!
As soon as the knife was removed, Henry pressed the tea towel down hard on my wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

I opened my eyes, breathing hard, where's Oliver? What is he doing?

Oliver was darting around the room, trailing oil over everything.
The curtains, the table, the sofas, everything.
Stop!!!
"...Oliver...please..." I grit my teeth through the pain.
"If you do this....you will die too..."
Oliver cackled and shook his head, walking over to us, crouching down to my height.
"No, no you see I am going to live a very long, very happy life with Mr Gold, without you," he grinned.
I shook my head.
"This is cold...blooded murder..." I winced, closing my eyes the pain getting worse and worse.
"Please...she needs help!" Henry whispered in fear.
I'm fine... I have to be fine...
The babies!
Trying as hard as I could, i twisted my head to see the babies.
I can hear them grizzling, they don't like the noise.... They will cry soon... I must try and get to them....

"I think, that will do! Good job Oliver, I like what you've done with the place!" He smiled to himself, throwing down the cartons, even the last little droplets of oil spilling out.

The whole room started to spin.
"....Henry...." I reached out and grabbed his shoulder," before falling to the floor.
Pain taking over.

Rumples POV

"Are we not done yet?" I sighed, arms behind my back.
"Almost," Emma said, still concentrating.
We were down in the mines, investigating "strange sounds".
"Well there's obviously nothing here," I shook my head.
I just want to get back to Noah and Belle. That's it.
"Well you would say that wouldn't you," Regina snorted.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I turned to her, raising my eyebrows.
"Usually it's because of you that we're down here, it wouldn't be out of character to convince us otherwise," She finished, shining her torch further into the dark tunnel.
"But Regina, you see, I'm a changed man," I said sincerely, but winked at her as she was the only one looking.
She rolled her eyes and continued walking.
I have changed, thanks to Belle, but I'm still the Dark One.
"Would you two stop bickering?" Emma scolded, trudging past me.
"We're supposed to be here to stop the arguments not create them," she went further down the tunnel.
"Wait - what was that?" Snow stopped in her tracks.
We all stopped, listening.
A low sound rang through the tunnel, getting closer and closer, louder, more human...more like, people, a group - like dwarfs.
We all span around to see 3 of the dwarfs panting in front of us.
"Sneezy?" Charming questioned.
As if on que, he sneezed, wiping his nose on his jacket.
"What is it?" Snow stepped forward.
"Its, it's your loft - ATCHOOOO!!" I frowned, repulsed.
"It's burning."

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