thegingerwhowaited:

reginamills-yourqueen:

thegingerwhowaited:

reginamills-yourqueen:

“Well, too bad, dear. You’re not going anywhere,” she hissed, continuing to cling to Amy’s heart as she waved her arm and the door slammed shut. “Welcome to your new chamber, my minion.”

Somehow, Amy managed to get to her feet. “Minion? You’ve got to be kidding me.” She sneered. Ignoring her still beating heart in the woman’s hand, Amy turned her back to the woman and went to try and force the door open.

 

“Silly girl. So untouched by magic,” she cackled, watching Amy try to open the door. “How about a little fire show? She raised her arm in the air and flung it forward, a fireball shooting out of her hand. 

Amy turned and saw the fireball form in Regina’s hand. And dropped to the floor just as it hit the door. That was the final straw for Amy. She’d had enough. She had put up with this woman calling her a minion, throwing fire at her, and taking her heart. She got up slowly, and walked across the room purposely  She only stopped when she was inches from Regina’s face. At which point she did the only thing she could so in this situation, and slapped the Mayor across the face. Hard. And she turned, once again, to go out of the hole the fire had created in the door. 

Regina grit her teeth and let a purple cloud surround her as she disappeared and reappeared in front of Amy. “Going somewhere?” she snickered, waving her arm and sending Amy flying back into the room. “I don’t think so, dear.”