Captain Swan ~ One Shots

"You couldn't handle it"

A/N: I don't know why I wrote this. I didn't plan to write something again but... the image came into my mind and I said "alright, let's do this."
As I was writing it I was hearing the song "villain's suite" from Mark Isham's site and it was so good that I wanted to give you this idea too. The story is short so I think that the 5 last minutes of the song will be enough. I'm saying so because the music in the end is ALL the money. It's like you can see Killian in front of you, in this or any fanfic similar to this. Anyway, I hope you like this one shot. Here's the link:  https://soundcloud.com/markisham/ouat-villains-suite 

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P.S.: Gif's not mine.

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Killian

His eyes flatter. He tries to look around but his one good eye is still full of tears because of his previous cry. All he knows is that he is laying down at the floor he picked to build his future. Hurt and bloodied in the place he dreamed of calling home.

Killian we came to help you

He puts his hand on the ground and tries to sit up but all he manages is to fall back to his previous condition, coughing breathlessly from the pain.

"That's right Captain. Didn't you love seeing your enemies like this? Beaten and broken to the ground; unable to stand up in front of you."

He looks up weakly. That's exactly what he is. Beaten.

The red lips are now curling into a smile. A wicked one. A dark... one. He tries to stand again and this time he succeeds. But his strength is leaving his body immediately and he stays in a sitting position, panting desperately.

Where are you?

He looks up again. Eye narrowed, face frowned. What is she trying to do?

He can't hear you...

Something's happening

His eyes make an effort to widen in shock but all he feels is pain and he groans again. He tries, really tries to focus on what's happening but he's too weak to do it.

"Do you love me Killian?"

The demon's voice has softened and he refuses to look at it. This living torture with Emma's appearance is haunting him every single hour since he came here. He feels cold fingers cupping his cheek and he gives into looking up. Tears blinding his vision.

Just talk to me

"Just talk to me."

A lone tear falls down his cheek as every sparkle of hope goes away. He has heard nothing. No one is asking for him. No one will ever ask for him. He is so sure that he heard her voice. He is sure he saw her smile this one moment he closed his eyes. But it was nothing. Just the demon, mocking him again.

KILLIAN!

He lifts his wrists up to close his ears. The demon's gone and the voice's gone too. And he lets the sobs he was holding finally free. His body is leaning slowly to the ground again and he curls up like a child, crying his existence out louder... and louder. Accepting his loneliness and his fate. His lack of love, his lack of family. His lack of everything he has ever dreamed of. He is a villain. And he always will be. And villains don't get happy endings, nor do they have anyone to save them.