From Your Tower ➛ OUAT

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"Oh my god," Rapunzel whispers, looking at the mess on the floor of the woods, remembering this place the first night she came. The lost boys dancing, Peter Pan looking over them with a smile. There was everything around, a mess of injured lost boys- They are all breathing right?-, of the food supply everywhere, and in the middle of it: Tinkerbell sitting on the floor with her knees to her face and her arms surrounding her legs, sobbing into them.

"Tink..." She runs to her friend as fast as she can, putting her arm around her, trying to soothe her the best she can. How could she, though, when she knows nothing of what is actually happening.

Tinkerbell looks up, and it's then Rapunzel sees the scratch across her cheek, blood dripping down to her chin. There are tear streaks down her face, the water mixing with blood in some places.

"What's happened?" Rapunzel asks her quietly. She didn't know why she said it quietly, why she would want it to be secretive.

"What do you think's happened?" She snaps, then shakes her head. "Sorry. I'm just so mad that I let them get away with it! And what he said about you made everything worse. I mean, why would he say something about you? He knows about this land, he knows what it does to anyone who is here. It happens to himself, for loves sake! Why is he so mad at you!"

She looks up at Peter looking down at Tinkerbell with wide eyes. He is standing above them, making him seem so much more taller than he already was. He seemed so much more powerful, more capable of everything. If she were a normal person and wasn't a killer herself, she would be afraid of the power he possessed looking down at them.

"Tinkerbell!" He hisses.

She just looks up at him with tears in her eyes. Tinkerbell was not afraid of Peter Pan either. "What, Peter? Are you expecting for her to just sit around and not know what is happening around her? This is her new home, she deserves to know."

"I'm trying to protect her!"

"By keeping her in the dark about this? Knowledge will keep her alive."

"I'm right here!" Rapunzel croaks out. She refuses to look at the thick red liquid that Peter's foot is right next to. It's some kind of food, she forced herself to think. Not blood. "Please tell me what's going on!"

"R-" Tinkerbell starts off, the same time Peter says "Rapunzel-"

She forced herself to weakly stand up. Her feet were weak at the sight of the lost boys helping the injured ones. This is because her, all of it. Hook wants her. "Find me when one of you wants to tell me what's going on." With that, she storms away. She was expecting Peter to chase after her yelling her name and asking her to stop, but she heard nothing. He didn't follow her.

Food, she thinks. She needs food.

Rapunzel went inside the first cabin she found. There was no food, but there were mirrors all over the place. On the wall in the back was the biggest of them all. She looked at herself in the mirror and took a step back in fear of what was looking back at her.

It wasn't her pale features, dirt and blood all over her clothes- how she got it there, she didn't know- her blonde hair sticking up everywhere, and bloodshot eyes. No, it was the fact that across the mirror, in blood, was written 'KILLER'.

She couldn't help but gasp out and put her hand over her mouth in horror.

Not only the horror of it got to her, but it was the fact that it was true.

Rapunzel was a killer.

A cold, heart blooded killer that didn't deserve to live.

Her fist thought before she did, and reached out to punch the mirror. It shattered in a million peaces, her fist left in a bloody mess. The pain reached to her, where she screamed out and falls to the floor, cradling her fist to her chest.

It was always so annoying in the fact that the girl's in her books would cry so much. She didn't understand why they were so upset over one boy, for there were thousands other.

But she wasn't crying over a boy.

She was crying over killing men. She killed fourteen men.

"Oh god, Rapunzel..." A voice says now in the room. She didn't bother to look over, for she knew who it was too well. It was an endless cycle; she cried, he found her, he would help her. She was so sick of, so sick of seeming unstable to his eyes. "What did you do..." He whispers.

"Killer." She whispers, then looking at the broken glass on the floor. There was no blood on it at all, just clean glass. She then looked up at the rest of the mirror and it was completely clean. She hallucinated it all.

"Of course I did," She can't help but mumble to herself, wincing at the pain at her hand. She hoped Peter hadn't seen, but he had.

Of course he had.

He ran to her, and picked up her injured hand, turning it over and inspecting it. "Why did you do this to yourself?"

"The mirror- It-" She wasn't sure what to say. She trusted Peter with her life, but she was more than afraid that he would be more worried for her.

She cared for him, and for that she wasn't going to let him live in guilt for something that wasn't his fault.

"I don't know." She simply answered. "I thought I saw a bug on it."

It was obvious he didn't believe her. But luckily, he didn't press on.

"Here," He mumbles, gathering up her hair and wrapping it around her hand. She winced, but before she was able to ask what he was doing, the pain stopped. He lightly took the hair off, and under it was regular skin. It was like she never even punched the mirror.

"How did you do that?" She whispers, trying her hardest to blink away tears threatening to come out. The tears are making making it harder to see.

"I mess up everything I touch," He laughs humorlessly at himself. "I supposed it was time I was to fix something."

She remembered the time just a little bit ago when she wanted nothing more than to kiss him. It seemed not as well of an idea at the moment, considering what she had looked in the mirror before she broke it. Blood and mud everywhere, she now wanted nothing more than to get a bath.

"Thank you," She whispers. "I must repay you for how many times you have saved me."

"You already are, Rapunzel."