Captain Swan Shots

Happy Halloween

Tonight was Halloween, and I couldn't wait to see what I'd dress up as this year. I've never wore a costume in years, seeing as I had always lived by myself, there was no use in dressing up. Now that I have my parents, friends, a son, and a loving pirate I was ecstatic. I was last minute shopping, my hands fuming past many amazing costumes by the minute. There so were many to choose from. A witch, a werewolf, a vampire, even the president for gods sake.

I've been hunting for costumes for the past half hour, and I couldn't find anything I actually liked. "Wait a minute, I got my stupid magic. What am I doing shopping for costumes when I can make one?" I casually walked out of the shop, and crawled into my car to drive back to the apartment. The traffic was chaotic, even for a twin as small as this one. There was mainly one three intersections, but the one in the centre of town was insane. People were going into shops here and there, buying decorations and costumes alike.

Mr. Gold's pawn shop however, was more crowded than an Apple Store on Black Fridays, and that was saying something.

Tired of all the madness, I parked my car behind Granny's to avoid an disruptions and angrily slammed the door shut. I walked the rest of way, avoiding speeding cars and angry shoppers. Honestly, there are two sherifs in this town; me, and my father. I told him to take my shift because I was going out, but I don't see him anywhere out here attempting to keep these people at bay. I finally reached the apartment, and ran up the stairs with the keys in hand. The door was open, which I didn't find odd since there was at least one or two incidents of Leroy busting in telling is of any threats.

Walking in, I was cautious as the lights were off, and I couldn't see anything as far as two feet. The sound of the clock in kitchen, and the reflection of the light bouncing off the bathroom handle was all I could process. Reaching into my pocket, I used the flashlight at the back of my phone so I could walk through the jumbled mess on the floor. There were chairs fallen over, walls covered in deep gashes claw marks, and the small ceiling lamp was shattered. Did someone break in? This was too real to be a halloween joke, nor a prank.

"I'm back guys, where are you? David? Mary Marget? Come on, this isn't cool. The place is a mess, and I'm not cleaning it up." I walked towards the stairs, but stopped as the sound of glass crunched underneath my feet. I flashed the light as I lifted my shoe, and saw not only glass, but small traces of blood too. I was smart enough to know it wasn't my blood, the sole of my boots were over an inch for glass that small to injure me. Passing the stairs, I went behind the kitchen counter.

Cupboards were ripped off their hinges, knives scattered across the floor, and even some broken shards of glass plates imbedded into the wooden furniture. I was starting feel more worried, tightening the hold of my phone and reaching into my back pocket for the gun. Turning around, I headed towards the couches. My phone's flashlight flashed against the wall, and gasped at the sight. In blood, smeared the words:

There's No Such Thing As A Happy Halloween In Storybrooke

The thin hairs on my neck stood on end, I didn't dare turn around, but I did glance my eyes to my right. I could've sworn I saw a shadow of someone rush right past me, and I've had it. I thought I'd have a break of jump scares, and living hells o monsters. Tonight, I thought I'd have one day of free candy and maybe try on a costume. Now I see that is a huge problem. "Who's there? I swear to god I'll shoot you if you don't come out dammit."

The sound of a high pitched cackle came from behind, and I whipped myself around and fired my gun once. The sound of the bullet hitting the surface of the tiled kitchen wall was all I heard, followed by that same laughter over again, and again. "Come out and play, saviour. You're a product of true love aren't the you? Prove it." The voice spoke out, the sound of it's irritating voice from all corners of the room.

Through gritted teeth, I spat, "Come out, coward. Wanna taste of the saviour? Well I got my magic and a gun, do you really think you can beat me? I saved the town many times, I'm pretty sure something like you is no different." The voice's sudden laughter came to a halt, and I was just about to lower my guard, until the feeling of a sharp blade was.aced to my neck. "I'll gladly have a taste of your lips love, but as you can see, I'm still in the mood for a scare." The deep voice threatened, placing the knife's end closer to my throat. I knew that voice...

"Killian?"

My voice stuttered, the grip of my gun falling. His dear little smile grew larger, as he bursted out laughing in tears, placing the blade back to his pocket, "YOU WERE SO SCARED!!! GODS, I WAS ABOUT TO CRY OF LAUGHTER!!" The lights were flickered back on, revealing the mess in a new light. What made it more embarrassing, there were night vision cameras hung everywhere, and my family standing in the back recording it all. I frowned, my face burning red in anger.

"You guys! I could've killed you all! That was going too far! How're you gonna clean this crap up?! You guys are such losers! I can't believe you just did that! I was scared out of my mind! I thought you-" I continued to ramble on in a fit of rage, until Henry held my hand tightly, "C'mon mom, admit it. That was funny!" I scowled, "That was no where near funny! If you didn't start didn't turn the lights on, I would've flipped out and shot you all to death! This wasn't funny in the least!"

Regina stopped recording the scene from her phone, and wiped the tears of laughter from her face. "Alright, I'll clean this up. Although Miss Swan, this was quite the show." She waved her hand, the props scattered across the floor disappearing from their beaten state and back in the proper shelves and cupboards. "Really? All the damage done in the apartment was just magic? If this place really was a mess, I'd beat your ass."

Turning around, I faced Killian who seemed in a full costume. He obviously wore his regular pirate attire, but with a little twist. His hair a mess, clearly used a light coat of gel to keep it in place. He hand put in fake vampire teeth in, the stage blood still dripping from his lips. Looking down, he also added longer nails, thick and very sharp. I laughed, pointing t his outfit, "Really Killian? That's probably the goofiest costume I've ever seen you in! If you were in New York, you'll surely get a scare or two. This is Storybrooke pirate, learn what scares people."

As I continued to crack up, everyone behind me only grew wide eyes. "What? His costume's funny!" I joked, but Henry replied, "Mom, the whole prank was just to mess up the apartment and make it look like someone died here. Killian's not here...he left town months ago." My eyes widened, my head flipping my glances from Henry and to back Killian repeatedly. "No, I've been with him for some time now...he's standing right there!" Regina grew curious, and blurted, "No one's standing there Emma."

The one of who I thought was Killian smiled, revealing rows of sharp fangs, and blood red eyes, "There's no such thing as a happy Halloween..."