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Flaws Stitched Together With Good Intentions chapter 21: Part of my charm

Slowly, very slowly Amelia began to come to. The first thing that hit her was the pounding headache. She moved her hand to her head but she couldn't move either of her hands. Her eyes bolted open and she saw her wrists were bound to the arms of a chair.

Panic rose in her. She remembered that she had been attacked in the library by the Horned King's men. And she had been taken, kidnapped, captured. What was wrong with her? Had Storybrooke made her that rusty and …dare she say it… weak?

Her eyes scanned as much of her surroundings as she could. She was in a warehouse, some place that filled with machines that had seen much better days. There was a little bit of natural light shining though the boarded up windows.

"Good, you're finally awake. I was beginning to worry." Came a voice from behind her. Her blood ran cold; she knew exactly who it was.

The Horned King himself stepped in front of her and looked her over. "I'm sorry if my men got too rough with you. You used to be able to handle more once upon a time."

Amelia forced herself to maintain her composure. He was here, in Storybrooke, horns and all. His voice alone was enough to scare her and just about anyone else who was sane. "How did you get to this realm?" She asked curiously. He could not have been here all along. He was the Horned King, not someone who could just casually walk down the streets of Storybrooke.

"I have a small collection of magic beans. Just something I keep for a rainy day." He answered her.

"And here I was thinking my blood was the only thing that had that honor." Amelia pouted, trying to appear hurt at the thought.

"Speaking of your blood, you are not an easy person to find, Bernadette." He held up a small almost emptied vial. "I almost used all of it." He drew his nail, which more resembled a claw, down her arm.

Amelia only gritted her teeth to stop from screaming. Once touch from him sent horrible pictures through her mind. She was not going to break that easily.

But she did.

She blacked out for a few seconds, the fight in the library had taken more than she thought out of her. A light tap on the cheek brought her back to the nightmare.

"Oh, you're still alive." He said when her eyes opened.

A tiny trail of blood appeared on her skin, something cold touched her arm. The vial was quickly refilled.

She shot a crooked smile up to the Horned King. "Think you can get rid of me that easily?"

"Apparently not, you are like those annoying bugs that won't die."

"That's part of my charm."

"Charm won't save you this time, darling. Do you have any idea what I was almost able to do when the sword disappeared from my very grasp?"

"I haven't the foggiest clue." And she honestly didn't.

"I was just about to summon the Cauldron Born. They would have been prepared to conqueror anything in their path. First Prydain, then the Enchanted Forest, then this realm." He seemed to be calm but in true he was furious.

"You're acting like I personally took the sword from you. I have been in Storybrooke for years, far away from you."

"No, but the sword rightfully belongs to you and seems to have a mind of its own. It sought to be reunited with you. So this is your fault. My dear, you can't outrun for your past. It has a nasty habit of catching up with you when you least expect it. I understand Mim asked from something very simple from you and you refused her."

"She wanted the dagger, your dagger if I'm correct. None of the Dark Ones have ever been in control of their own dagger. And I was not about to put my friends in danger. Yes, I have very powerful allies now. It's not just me anymore."

"So destroying this world is going to be interesting? I am very curious what kind of allies you found. You never seemed like the friendly type."

Well that was a bit low. Accurate at a certain point in her life but not anymore. She was friends with heroes, even if she wasn't really one.

Then she heard approaching footstep. Someone else entered the warehouse. The Horned King finally turned away from her. He suddenly turned gleeful, which only terrified her more.

"My old friend, we have much work to do." He was talking to… Dyrnwyn. Of course her captors had taken that with them. Their prize so to speak. At least the dagger was still safe with Tim.

"You have the sword; you can let me go now." Amelia attempted to reason with him. Maybe one could reason with him.

But the Horned King only laughed. "You think that is possible? I fully intent to make you suffer, along with everyone you care about."

Amelia gasped and tried to free her wrists now. Why was her magic so temperamental? But magic or no magic, no one messed with her family, no one.

"I have to put some finishing touches on my attack plan, I only have until the next full moon so I'm going to leave you. Oh, before I forget, someone wants to get reacquired with you." The Horned King moved towards the door and then Amelia was left alone.

Who could possibly want to get reacquired with her?

"Well, well, well, you haven't aged a day, Gwen."

Amelia's head snapped in the direction of that voice and she gasped. He was standing there … alive and breathing… and in a controlled rage.

Sir Kay came over to her chair and leaned in close, his hands crushed hers on the chair's arms.

She could see the hole in his throat, right where she had stabbed him, where she made the fatal hit. Amelia was speechless, though she did open her mouth to attempt to say something, anything.

He beat her to it. "How? I was granted a special privilege. To be a Cauldron Born, to lead the army to take over the world." He lifted a hand and gently touched her cheek. "Just as beautiful as I remember."

"Don't touch me." She harshly demanded and yanked her face away from his hand. That action was met with a swift punch to the face. Amelia bit back a cry of pain and she was forced to spit out blood.

"You were so much more agreeable back then." Kay looked at her, his glaze made her more than uncomfortable.

Of all the people to come back from the death, it had to be him. Just her luck. "Go to Hell." She spat.

"But I only just got here. And I will not be going back there." Then his eyes fell on her engagement ring. "You're promised to someone? Do you plan to play with them too? Just use them for a good time then kill them like you did with me?"

"No, you were nothing to me. He will come after you and you should be terrified." Even though Neal didn't have magic, he would defend her honor against all odds. He was a force to be reckoned with.

"Cauldron Born, darling, nothing and I mean nothing, terrifies me. Take her."

Soldiers, new ones who hadn't fought her before, approached her and her bounds were cut. Amelia was dragged out of the warehouse. She barely put up a fight, there was no fight left in her. There was a waiting unmarked white van outside. One of the men slid the back door open and threw her inside. He followed her in while the other one went to the driver's seat.

Amelia sat up as best as she could far away from the man. Then the van took off light lighting, causing Amelia to fly across the back of the van.

'No regard for safely clearly." Amelia struggled to stay still for more than five seconds so she could figure out how hurt she was. She was finally able to touch her head and was met with the sight of blood. When had that happened? Maybe the table, or the book case? What else had happened to her?

Before she was able to take in her surroundings and the situation, the door opened and Amelia was grabbed by the arm and thrown from the moving van into the street.

Her arms instantly covered her head. She hit the pavement hard and rolled a few times. 'That's going to leave a mark.' Amelia struggled to sit up but a strong hand stopped her. It had to be Kay again and she tried to fight back.

"Amelia stop it, it's me!" Robin had to grab her shoulders to make her listen. She locked eyes with him and smiled before her face twisted in pain.

"David, we need to get her to the hospital now!" Robin yelled and the two men helped Amelia to her feet. She actually let out a whimper of pain, that ankle was probably broken.

Robin helped her into the back seat of David's waiting truck and sat next to her. David climbed into the driver's seat. The truck took off with no regard for the law.

"Bernadette, hold on, everything is going to be fine. Just don't let go." Robin had a hand going up and down her arm. Her head hit Robin's shoulder, she was close to passing out. He had never seen her this badly beaten up before. If something happened to her, Robin Hood would never be able to forgive himself.

He pulled out his cell phone and quickly called Neal.

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