Collaboration between YoshiSkittlez and Ghost Shadow -- Alexandre’s eyes shot open abruptly as the sound of the dungeon door opened. An assemblage of boot-clad feet clamored down the stairs. This was more than the usual regiment. This realization only meant one thing: The Queen was here… Alexandre inconspicuously crawled towards one corner of the cell, hoping no one would pay him any attention – [i]especially[/i] not Regina. Under normal circumstances, Alexandre would have most likely taunted the Evil Queen with a clever jape or two and then teleport on his merry way, but now he was vulnerable. As the clanking of footsteps grew quieter, Alexandre released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding: they hadn’t come for him. Alexandre folded his legs, pressing one ear against the damp wall in hopes of hearing anything of interest. Besides, there was nothing else to do to pass the time, one has to make his own fun. He first heard the sound of a cell door opening; strange. It wasn’t normal for Regina to release prisoners out of the goodness of her heart. He heard an exchange of voices, the unmistakable voice of the Queen’s being haughty and cruel. The other was young and determined, brave or stupid enough to take such a tone with Regina. It wasn’t long before the simple conversation transformed from a conversation to something much darker. The voice of the brave-stupid woman turned into a bloodcurdling scream of utter agony as she was brought down by extreme pain, no doubt one of Regina’s dark spells. Alexandre felt his eyebrows furrow as the insufferable screaming continued. Torture was one thing; that was expected by one as loathsome as Regina. But this was a complete lack of humanity as the torment seemed to go on for eternity. The screams echoing off the stone walls into Alexandre’s ears, enough to make him wince, as if he could feel the pain itself; this torture was too much for anyone to handle. He clasped his hands over his ears and hoped the noises would just go [i]away[/i]. There was a tap on Alexandre's shoulder, and as Alexandre turned to face what he was sure was his immagination playing tricks on him again, Rumpelstiltskin let up a somewhat forced, half-smile as if to say 'hello,' although the usual quip in his demeanor had completely vanished, the remains of the blood red smoke quickly dissapating behind him. "[b]You!?[/b]" Alexandre snarled in a mixture of surprise and anger, quickly jumping to his feet. Though the spite was clear in his voice, the look in his eyes was that of wariness and a small essence of fear. "What could you [i]possibly[/i] want from me now?" He hissed, staring daggers at the imp who had just not long ago ripped his heart out. Rumpelstiltskin let out a short sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, letting the hairless cat babble on for a bit before raising his hand and pinching his thumb and pointerfinger together, thus creating a temporary charm that kept Alexandre's mouth shut. "I came to apologize." Rumpelstiltskin began, tentatively poking his head between the bars as best as he could to see if he could spot Regina and then pulled himself back into the cell with the hairless cat. "It seems I sent you to the wrong imprisonment..." Rumpelstiltskin turned back to face Alexandre, a sly grin coming across his face as he grabbed onto Alexandre's upper arms with each hand, holding him tightly in place. "Do you remember our little deal?" He asked, his voice nearly sqeaking towards the end. Alexandre's facial expressions performed the job his mouth would have, narrowing in confusion at Rumpel's apology, then glowering as he mentioned the deal. He tried somewhat to pull away as Rumpel grabbed his arms, but relinquished in just a few moments. In response to the Imp's question, he nodded subtly, acknowledging the deal. "Good." Rumpelstiltskin let one hand go from Alexandre's arm and extended his hand outwards, a folded up square piece of parchment materializing in his hand. Rumpelstiltskin took the folded up parchment and took it upon himself to tuck it into Alexandre's vest jacket pocket and patted the area for good measure, followed by another one of his short giggles. "I'm cashing in." Then, without enough time for Alexandre to even blink, he was gone in a puff of thick purple smoke. Taking a minute to adjust the black dragon-hide vest he was wearing, Rumpelstiltskin pushed his hand outward and blew the cell door off it's hinges with magic before stepping out into the isle, clear as day for Regina to see.