By the then her house came into view, she had an entire conversation planned out in her head. She was going to sit Robin down and tell him; she was confident he would be happy about it. Maybe she was wrong, maybe a baby could be a good thing after all. Regina couldn't quite pin why such an easy question could be so difficult to say.
Before she could get to the front door, it opened, revealing her smiling and energetic son. "You're back!"
Roland wrapped his arms around her legs, staring off into the endless field of green that was displayed behind her. He narrowed his eyes when he saw the distant form of a man walking towards the house from far away. Watching the man advance for a few seconds, Roland soon realized who it was.
"Mommy, what's Alan doing here?"
Regina turned around and glanced towards the blonde haired man, immediately having a discomforting feeling about him. When she didn't provide him an answer, Roland broke his hold on his mother and shielded his eyes against the sun.
"Hi Alan!" He shouted at him, pleased to see him smile back. Alan quickened his pace, and soon, he was only a mere few feet from them.
"Hi Roland," he replied, though his voice didn't seem very inviting.
"What are you doing here?" Regina asked, putting a hand on the four year old's shoulder. "Robin isn't here..." She said, her puzzled expression growing. "He's at the Merry Men meeting... Wait, shouldn't you be there too?"
"Okay, you got me," Alan said, his voice cutting like ice, "I dont want to talk to him, I want to talk to you Regina."
She tightened her grip on his shoulder when she heard him say her name. Something was very wrong.
"Roland, why don't you go inside so Alan and I can talk," she said slowly, never taking her eyes off the man.
The boy shook his head. "I want to stay with you."
Alan clenched his teeth, his eyes hardening. "You should listen to her, Roland."
And then he snapped; he whipped the back of his hand against the side of her face and struck her. Roland screamed as Regina stumbled back in shock, the right side of her face burning with pain. She caught her breath and grabbed hold of her son. "Go inside!" She shouted, pushing him in the direction of the door. He obeyed this time; tears were falling down his face as he dove for the doorknob. Alan then grabbed hold of the back of her dress and shoved her up against the side of the house, stealing all the breath from her lungs. She let out a cry as he hit her hard on her side. Struggling did almost nothing, he had such a strong hold against her.
Inside, Roland darted across the house towards he and Henry's bedroom; Henry was still fast asleep. The boy practically jumped on him and yelled for him to wake up. Henry glared at him when he woke, but he could sense something terrible must have happened, for the four year old's face was a chalky white.
"Alan's outside and he's hurting mommy!" He sobbed, causing Henry to jump out of bed. His blood ran cold when he heard his mother scream.
"Y-you stay here, okay?" He said shakily, moving the boy towards his bed. "Don't leave this room no matter what."
Roland screamed after his brother as he left towards the front door, watching in absolute dismay as it opened again, revealing the horrific scene once again.
"Hey!" Henry yelled towards the man, "stay away from her!"
Regina's heart plummeted when she saw her boy, all the innocence gone from his eyes as he glared at the man.
"Isn't that cute, you all stand up for each other."
His voice was so intimidating it sent chills down his spine. "She's my mom! And she didn't do anything to you!"
Alan laughed for a moment. "She's a monster, boy. You don't know half of the things she's done."
He leaned forward and gave him a forceful shove to his chest. In that moment, Regina found her strength again- she pushed her way between them and gave him a hard smack to his face.
"You can hurt me all you want, but you will not harm any of my children."
Alan brought his hand up to his face and wiped away the blood from his lower lip. She was a feisty one.
"Well then you better tell him to keep his nose out of our buisness."
"Henry, please go back inside. I can handle whatever he does to be." Regina said coolly, growing irritated with the man.
He begged to differ. There were already bruises and red marks forming on her face and neck.
"No! I'm not leaving you-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Henry evaporated into a mass of purple smoke. She turned back towards Alan, a set look in her eyes.
"Do whatever the hell you want with me," Regina spoke, "I don't care. Just know there is always a price."
Her calm tone of voice sent him up the wall. He grabbed her neck and forced her down to the ground, giving her side a firm kick with his boot. Regina bit her tongue in order to avert the pain. She was used to it; she was strapped to an metal table and had been electrocuted, her own mother had hit her ten times harder than the man before her ever could.
"Fight back!" Alan shouted down at her, "dammit, fight back!"
Regina simply stared back at him. "I promised myself I would never use dark magic again, nonetheless, when my kids are behind that door."
"So you'd die a coward right now just so you don't have to use magic." Alan retorted, kicking her again.
Regina could feel the warm, metallic taste of blood in her mouth. "I learned something recently," she said, her voice in defiance to his, "magic solves nothing. If I want to get something done the right way, I'm going to do it myself."
She then swung her leg across the grass and send Alan flat on his back, hurriedly standing herself up and placing her right shoe on the side of his head, using all the force she could find to kick him back hard.
"Now how does that feel?!" Regina yelled down at him, "tell me what you did with Robin!"
Alan could only smile. "That's for you to find out, dear."
Just then, a pair of arms grabbed hold of her from behind and something cold was forced over her mouth and nose. Alan stood up and watched her grow faint.
"Shh, don't fight it, Regina..."
Her struggles began to weaken, she could feel a numbness start to claim her.
"You loose, we win."
Those were the last words she heard before she closed her eyes. The man behind her, the strong one named Sam, let Alan take her limp body and heave her over his shoulder.
"Get the boys. Then we're going to let Rumplestiltskin know that everything is right where it needs to be."
The house was dimly lit and absolutely quiet as the door was shoved open. Two men walked across the empty rooms, the floorboards creaking as they went. It wasn't until they saw the closed door at the end of the hallway that they knew where the two boys could be.
Henry held his breath as the doorknob began to shake. When the door wouldn't budge, the men on the other side began to pound on it with their fists, causing Roland to hold onto Henry even tighter. The older boy tried to comfort his trembling body as much as possible, but he knew the door wouldn't hold out for much longer.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you no matter what happens," he whispered, just as the door gave way to the two men coming for them.
Roland didn't understand. He had known all of his dad's friends for as long as he could remember. And now they were hurting his mom and destroying his family.
"Roland, I don't want to hurt you." Christopher said, hating the terrified look he was giving him. The boy was completely innocent, he didn't deserve any of this. But
Alan promised no harm would come to him or the older one.
"Put me down!" Henry shouted as he struggled in the other man's strong grip. But he didn't listen.
"Chris, we have to go!"
He sighed and forced his thoughts out of his head, scooping Roland up in his arms and heading back for the door. Roland screamed and squirmed around in his arms as they entered the outside world once again.
Both Henry and Roland silenced when they saw their mother tossed over Alan's shoulder like a ragdoll, tears frozen on their cheeks.
"Now we're going to behave on our way to the village, right?" Alan asked the two petrified boys as the two men put them back on their feet.
"I-is she... Dead?" Henry asked, his face paling.
"No," Alan responded, "but if you don't want any harm to come to her, or Roland, or Robin, you're going to listen to directions and keep your mouth shut, okay?"
Henry only glared back at him.
It was about a half hour walk from their house to the villages by foot. His day was beginning to become the worst day of his life, and Henry sure had a lot of bad days. The sun was hot and baking his skin, the amount of stress and fury was building up by the second, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Roland was stone silent the entire time; Henry could tell he was starting to have a hard time keeping up with them.
He reached forward and grabbed hold of Regina's hand, he had to know she wasn't dead. Her hand was cold, but Roland could feel her pulse faintly. Christopher slowly pushed his arm away, resulting in Roland sending him an awful look.
Regina let out a small moan as she started to regain consciousness. Maybe everything that had happened was all a dream, she thought maybe none of it was real. But when she opened her eyes, she immediately knew she was wrong. The ground was moving like a river beneath her.
"Oh good, you're awake," Alan said, feeling her begin to move.
She lifted her head up, surprised to see her two kids trailing behind her. They both seemed relieved to see her again.
"Why'd you have to bring them," Regina asked faintly, feeling all the pain return to her body.
"Well we weren't just going to leave them, what kind of parenting is that?"
"I swear, if you hurt either of them-"
Alan chuckled. "Wasn't planning on it. Just follow the rules and everything will be fine."
She doubted that.
"I'm guessing we're going back to the village?"
"And we're just about there. You better put on a smile, everyone is dying to finally see their famous evil queen again."