Once Upon The Underworld (Once Upon A Time)

Chapter 11: "I Brought THEM Here."

Emma's POV:

I was stretched out on the loft bed in the apartment, where I'd been for the past 2 days. I just couldn't stop thinking about what I'd done. What was I thinking? Killian's words kept replaying in my head: "You almost had it all." I've almost had a lot of things, but "all" has never been one of them. That's what I kept telling myself. Something would've gone wrong anyways. I just sped up the process. But I know that doesn't justify what I did. God, Hook's been devastated, from what people tell me. Regina stopped by yesterday, despite her anger with me, to tell me. He hasn't left the docks since it happened and Milah took off somewhere. "He's planning to have a funeral service for her," she'd muttered. "It might be a good idea if you don't go." The service was today. I'd told myself I'd go to apologize, but David talked me out of it. "I understand why you did what you did...kind of," he'd urged. "But everyone else doesn't. Just stay here. Please." I got up and looked out the window. In a small sand lot near the docks, I saw everyone gathered around a gravestone. Everyone except me and Gold, of course. That image had been replaying in my head, too. The way he'd just strolled so confidently over to Izzy and crushed her heart. Crushed her heart. Wait...we're in the underworld. And Izzy was already dead. How could Gold have killed her again? He couldn't have. Unless....I have to get to his shop. Now.

I threw open the door to find Rumple standing behind the counter in the main room. His eyes loomed up at me and glanced back down. "I believe we've done enough," he chuckled sarcastically. "No more deals." "How did you kill Izzy?" I demanded. He looked stunned. "Well...the usual way. A snag of the heart, a little squeeze, then just..." "No!" I interrupted. "She was already dead. How did you kill her?" Mr. Gold sulked around the counter, clutching his cane. "You've got me," he murmured, pulling a bottle from underneath it. "What's that?" I asked, pointing. "What was going to fix the problem," he said. "What's the problem?!" "When we arrived here, I realized I hadn't exactly brought us here." He motioned to the outside of the shop. "I brought them here." My eyes grew wide. "Wait...so everyone out there that was dead...is alive?"