At Henry's feet lay his mother. Emma was lifeless, her body cold, her skin pale. Blood oozed out of the hole in her chest. He looked down at his hands. In his grip was his grandfather's sword, dripping with the Savior's blood. "Why, Henry?" Emma said, her eyes suddenly popping open. "Why?"

Henry backed away. "No. No, stop, please. I didn't mean it!" He looked around at the empty street of Storybrooke, main street. The clocktower suddenly started ringing as the hands on the clock started spinning out of control. They flew off and he dove to the side to avoid getting impaled. He let out a sigh of relief when something wet suddenly landed on his arm. Blood. He slowly raised his head, taking note of the great black paws in front of him. He looked up at the black wolf, Ruby Lucas, snarling… or maybe grinning. The blood was coming from the heads she held in her jaws. The heads of his grandparents. He could still see the fear in their eyes, the scent of their blood permeating the air around him. He scrambled away and got back to his feet, backing away until he slammed into someone. His aunt. Zelena...holding Gold's head as well. "Stop! Please! Make it go away!" He cried, panic setting in. He started running, into the forest, away from the danger, but the forest was twice as dark and as soon as he stepped into them he started hearing the laughing. The unmistakable sound of his adoptive mother laughing at his torment. She appeared in front of him, wearing the extravagant dressings of the Evil Queen, sparkling like one of the many jewels adorning her neck. "Please." He whispered. He remembered the sword in his hands and raised it defensively, pointing it at Regina. "Stay back. Make it stop. All of it."

"It will never stop, Henry. These nightmares...will never stop. You deserve them. They're my gift to you, my Little Prince."

Henry scowled and ran forward, ramming his sword into her stomach. Regina... only laughed. She melted away to reveal that he had stabbed Emma. She suddenly grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his feet. "Mom, I'm sorry. Please, wait." The last thing he saw was Emma, and the look of sheer hatred and anger in her eyes before everything faded to black. The last thing he heard was Regina...laughing.

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Henry Mills. Son of the Savior. Son of the Evil Queen. Grandson of the fairest of them all, Snow White and the farmer turned prince, Prince Charming, as well as the Dark One, Rumpelstiltskin. Bearer of the Heart of the Truest Believer. Now an orphan with no family and no real home. It was 15 years later. 15 years since Henry had lost everything he held dear because of his adopted mother. Regina lost her mind, dove into the darkness and took his family with her. She beheaded Henry's grandparents, slit Rumpelstiltskin's throat, slaughtered half the town and tricked him into killing his own mother, committing unspeakable acts, making the streets flow with innocent blood while she danced in the carnage and laughed at the agony of those she thought had done her wrong.

That was 15 years ago, and Henry had not forgotten. The chosen few that Regina had released had moved on with their lives, slowly but surely. Not only were they among those Regina deemed worthy of life, but she bestowed upon them an uncountable amount of money for them to start their new lives. Archie was a renowned psychiatrist now, with a million dollar dalmatian plantation. Pongo was the sire of thousands of purebred puppies and was now a dog show champion. Belle had met a British musician named Charlie. He used to be a part of some band called Drive Shaft but Henry had never heard of them. They were living a pretty perfect life in Hawaii with Belle and Gold's son, Aaron. Granny was now a business mogul with a chain of Granny's Diners all over the map, soon to be expanding into China, Japan and Europe. She remarried with Geppetto and Pinocchio was now in high school. They were perfectly happy as well. Tink lived a comfortable life somewhere in the Caribbean, surrounded by men willing to do her bidding and relaxing on a white sand beach or having a party on her new bright green yacht. Roland had been given so much money he would never have to work a day in his life, neither would his kids or grandkids. He paid for Robin and Marian to live well while he, 19 now, spent most of his time travelling although he checked in on Henry often. Henry had been given no money. He had no real family to speak of and he didn't want to be around those that tried to pretend like Storybrooke was nothing more than a terrible nightmare. Henry was 28 now and the nightmare of Regina visited him more frequently, every vision more vivid. Every death more gruesome, every scream louder, begging him to save them. And Emma. He saw her more often than anyone, staring at him as the life bled out of her from the hole he made in her chest by stabbing her with Charming's sword. Her eyes were accusing, brimming with hatred for destroying her when all she had tried to do was save them. The greatest of his regrets, the second most being that he had failed in killing the monster that his adoptive mother had become. He hadn't been able to save her and he hadn't been able to stop her. No one could've. Ruby had tried, but in the end she succumbed to Regina's sweet words and the lure of the wild, becoming one with her wolf, a bloodthirsty animal that bowed to only one: Regina. She had once said that a queen should always have a pet wolf.

Henry looked around his house, the one Roland had bought for him since he couldn't make enough money on his own and Roland was more than happy to spare some of his considerable wealth to help out a friend. It possessed only the bare essentials: a bed, a kitchen, a couch and a tv in the living room. That was mostly it. Nothing else was needed considering he was planning on taking a long trip. One he wasn't even sure he would return from.

"Yo, Henry. You in?" Roland called as he stepped in. Henry jumped, putting a hand over his heart. He still wasn't used to Roland's new deep voice. He'd certainly grown from the little boy that everyone knew him as. He was over 6 feet tall now, in superb physical condition with curly black hair that brushed his shoulders which he usually held back in a ponytail, and a thin goatee. He was still handsome, still possessing his signature dimples and boyish charm and looks. Looking at him now, Henry wondered when the last time was that he himself looked in a mirror. If Regina was watching she would be proud of the man Roland had become. Strong, selfless, intelligent. Henry had to force a scowl not to show just thinking about the way his mother had doted on Roland, had spared the town once just because he was in it. The only reason Henry had been allowed to go free at all is because Regina wanted him to hurt, to watch his mother die and live with that pain forever. So far...her plan had worked.

Roland walked into the small house with some grocery bags. "Brought you some more stuff to tide you over. Just got back from the Caribbean. It's beautiful down there."

"Thanks." Henry followed him into the kitchen as he put everything away. "How's Tink?"

"Great. She started a perfume and cosmetics company a couple weeks ago and they're selling like hot cakes. She calls it Pixie Dust." Roland chuckled to himself.

"I'm leaving, Ro." Henry said abruptly, not really bothering to sugarcoat anything.

"To finally get a job?" Came the sarcastic reply.

"No, I'm...going back." Henry leaned against the kitchen island and Roland turned around.

"Storybrooke is gone, Henry. There's nothing there. You have got to get over this. It's not healthy."

"She brutally murdered my entire family, Ro. They should be avenged."

"By you? Even if you could find Regina, you have no way of defeating her. It's suicide and stupid." Roland resumed putting away the groceries.

"After everything she's done you're still defending her. She always did love you more. You weren't even her son." That jealousy, that hatred, had festered over the years. The fact that Regina had chosen Roland over him, had given him money, love, her heart, everything. Henry was left with nothing but painful memories. To Regina, he wasn't even her son anymore. He bet she would proud to call Roland her son though. He fought back another scowl.

Henry watched Roland sigh and turn around again. "Henry, you do realize that you are alive because of me? You refuse to work, all you talk about is Regina and everyone has had enough. Let your family rest in peace and move on with your life. Do that for me. For them. They wouldn't want you losing your mind and wasting away, agonizing over something that can't be changed."

"Do you honestly believe that she stopped?" Henry asked. "Do you honestly think that she didn't just go to another world and destroy that one?"

"I firmly believe that she did and I firmly believe that should she ever see you again, she will kill you. With no hesitation this time. Put this craziness out of your head and maybe go shower and shave. You look like you could use it."

Henry waited for him to finish and leave. He walked into the bathroom and sure enough, he did need a shave. He took a long shower, shaved the scratchy stubble on his chin and gave his hair a neat trim. He checked his bag and made sure he had enough clothes and toiletries for a long trip. He had a camping set ready to go as well. A good night's sleep would ensure that he would be well rested for the journey ahead. But he had not had a good night's sleep in a long time. As soon as he closed his eyes...she was there. She was always there, with a smile on her face. Taunting him. Mocking him. When he opened his eyes, Regina was sitting on the alcove near the window, smiling, wearing one of her black pantsuits with a white silk shirt. Henry sat up. "I hoped I would see you."

"Is that so?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow smugly.

"Yep. I'm on my way. I'm going to avenge my family."

The smile faded and her face took on a look of annoyance as she stood up. "And you decide to come on your 28th birthday? Just like your mother, how pathetically symbolic. Oh please, Little Prince. You cannot possibly hope to defeat me. I mean, think for once. You are not as brave and courageous as Charming. You're not as resourceful as Snow. You're not as cunning and crafty as Gold. Your father had no redeemable qualities, he was just...there, I suppose. And you are not the Savior like Emma. You are…" She grinned. "Nothing."

"I will destroy you." Henry hissed, rising to his feet. "For everything you've done. You ruined my life and you killed hundreds of people. I thought helping you would make it better but you're rotten to the core."

"Learn to accept your own failings." She snapped. "You meddled with the fates of so many, just like your parents and your grandparents. You killed Emma, your last chance to stop me. Your hands are not without blood. They are stained with that of your mother. But rotten to the core...I like that, I really do." She smirked as she circled the room. "But if you are serious about this death wish then come...find me, I will even open a portal for you...grant me the honor of being your suicide. And I promise you that I will end your suffering. Oh but Henry…"

"What?" He growled, glaring at her.

"Bring an army." She smiled. At her side appeared a great black wolf that towered over her. A diamond studded collar around its neck. Ruby Lucas bared her teeth and stepped forward, snarling and growling, her entire body rippling with unspoken power. She had gotten bigger, and stronger. On Regina's other side was Zelena, wearing a long green dress, accented with diamonds and emeralds. In her right hand was the Dark One's dagger, her name clearly etched into the metal. "You're going to need it."

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A/N: Just a small taste of what is to come. You guys wanted a sequel to I Am The Darkness, well here you go. Next chapter will really get into it. Review please.