No Sound Without Silence

Chapter 7

For the last time, Killian checked the flowers for his delivery the next day. The flower shop requested more than the usual so he had to tend to more flowers and make sure they were well taken care of. He went out of his workplace with a satisfied smile when he found all of them healthy and blooming. He took a quick shower, getting ready for his gig for tonight. Dinner was almost ready. He made pasta with some of the ingredients left in his fridge. It might taste bad but, whatever, only he could know how bad it would taste.

Ding dong!

He stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow in surprise. People rarely visit him since his house was miles away from he city. The only people who would come over were his friends which weren't much and he knew were busy with their own businesses. He took out the pan from the fire and set it on the table beside so that it wouldn't burn. He wiped his hands and opened the door.

"Tristan!"

"Killian!"

"What are you doing here?" he asked with a shocked face as Tristan walked into the house.

Tristan made a face at him. "Why? Can't a man visit his friend?"

Killian frowned. "What? It's not like I said I didn't want you here."

Tristan shrugged his shoulders and flopped down on his couch. Not that he minded. Killian pouted jokingly at his friend who gave him a big grin. He laughed before getting back to his pasta.

"Would you like something to eat, mate? I made pasta." he called out from the kitchen.

He heard Tristan's voice call out from the living room. "Sure."

He placed the pan on the stove again. The pasta would be ready soon. He took out 3 plates and 2 sets of utensils from the cupboard. He placed them on the table behind him. When the pasta was cooked, he called his friend who was waiting for him outside.

"Food's ready, mate!" he said pulling out a chair for himself.

He waited for an answer and cocked his eyebrow when he received none. "Tristan?" he called for his friend once again and all that answered him was silence. He got up from his seat and walked out of the kitchen to check on his friend.

He frowned at the empty couch. "What are you playing at, mate?" Anxiety settled in his heart. Something felt wrong here. Incredibly wrong. He didn't want to think about since it was Tristan he was talking about. Yet he couldn't doubt that something was wrong. Before he could do anything more, pain shot through the back of his head. He was able to twist his body and look at his attacker. There was only one person who entered the house. He didn't want to believe it though. He needed to see it for himself who did it though he knew who it was going to be. Just as he said, there was only one person who could have done it.

Time slowed down as he fought hard to open his eyes. He saw a blur of brown hair and apologetic green eyes cutting through the haze. "Sorry, Killian. I have to do this." Tristan's voice echoing in his head before his back and head hit the ground and darkness covered his eyes.

Why?

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Her body pulled her back down to her bed yet her mind shouted at her to stand up. She was the sheriff and it was her job to protect the people of Storybrooke. If anything weird happens, then she must be there. She wiped the tears from her swollen eyes and went out of the room for so long.
"Emma!" she heard her mother shout as everyone in the room - Snow, David, and Henry-stopped doing whatever it was they were doing.

"Mom!" Henry ran towards her and pulled into a hug. He was really growing fast, now up to her shoulders. It put on a small smile on her lips.

She suddenly felt a hand on her arm. "Are you alright, Emma?" her mother asked her with her father standing beside her, worry and fear in their eyes. "I mean, David and I can..."