*28 years old*
*New York*
~Sam's pov~
I was placed under a old 80 Ford truck today and anyone that knows rust is bad would tell you this car is on its last leg.
Yet I still have to waste my time on it.
The only thing that doesn't have rust on it is surprisingly the outer shell of the truck and it's tires.
"Samantha some weird guy what's to talk to you." One of my co-workers spoke to me while I was under Neath the truck.
"I'm busy right now so unless he looks like he's going to kill or kidnap me send him here." I stated as I continued working.
"This guy is weird."
"I'm sure he can't be that weird." I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me.
I watched mg co-worker's boots walk away then come back with someone else wearing healed boots...
"You said she was here." A british sounding voice said.
"She's under the truck." My co-worker walked away leaving me alone with this mysterious man.
"Am I in some sort of trouble with you or something?"
"Is this really how you planned to spend your life?" He asked as if he knew me.
"It pays the bills, besides it's none of your business what I do with my life." I said as rolled to the other side of the truck so I could have something in-between us.
I stood up and I was surprised to see he was dressed up like a pirate.
"Buddy, I think you forgot Halloween isn't for two more months." I managed to hold back a laugh.
"Ha ha ha." He fake laughed. "Look Sam, I need you to come with me. We need to go back to Story Brooke."
"Story Brooke? Never heard of it." I couldn't hold my laugh in this time. "Why do I need to go to Story Brooke?"
"Because something big is happening and we need your help as well as Emma's."
"So you need my sister's and my help with what exactly?"
"That's right you don't remember." he stated as he raised a hook hand and gently scratched his eye brow.
"I can't remember something that isn't true." I started to walk away.
"Drink this." He pulled out a small vial of what appeared to be a blue liquid.
"Ah no." I stated without hesitation.
He used his hook and grabbed my uniform. I could heard the fabric rip as his hook pierced it.
"I don't take drinks from random people." I spoke firmly as I forced his hook from my uniform and continued walking.
"If you drink it you will remember everything."
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The Queen's Thief
FanfictionThis contains spoilers and my own character's events. Some events will be changed or left out to fit my story. Who is Sam? Well her story was never really her own. She has just been in everyone else's. Maybe that's why she is so lost or maybe she ju...
