Captain Swan One Shots

Sometimes Nightmares Come True || Part 1

Darkness loomed over the poorly lit street, a lamp in the distance flickered as if out of fear. Her feet were heavy as she wondered toward the town square. The deafening sound of the clock tower ringing through her ears brought her awareness up. Something wasn't right. Arms held at her sides as she continued closer to the middle of town she felt it. There was a sword hanging from her belt, a blade that held the reflection of the moon's shine, covered by a detailed black sheath. Confused she let her gaze rise back up toward the street, only to find she wasn't alone anymore. A figure dressed in a dark black hood was barely visible in the surrounded night. They made no movement but there was a sword held tight from what appeared to be a gloved hand. Stepping forward, trying to get a better look at the figure she made no sound. Suddenly the figure lunged at her, the sword in its hand swiping and barely missing. Jumping back, startled, she quickly regained her composure. Whoever this person was, they weren't friendly. Drawing her sword with speed and accuracy, she held it in front of her. Time to see how much those lessons had paid off. Correcting her stance, preparing herself for the inevitable battle ahead, she found her voice. 
"What do you want?"
No response, the figure barely even flinched at her harsh tone.
"Who are you?"
The response that came made her quiver. A metallic sound, loud enough to shatter glass. The fear rippled through her at just the sound of this voice. She'd never heard anyone or anything that sounded so broken, so damaged, so dark. The hooded figure repeated their words, again setting her heart racing from the fear.
"Saviours don't get happy endings."
As soon as the words echoed out, the being lunged at her again, catching her off-guard. Repositioning herself she felt the buzz of her adrenaline as it kicked in, swinging her sword with practised perfection she barely missed the figure. An all-out brawl began, their swords clashing disrupting the peaceful silence that loomed over the town. Through the sounds of metal against metal and her shallow breathing there was a worried voice.
"Swan!"
Spinning around quickly her vision cleared to lock with two bright blue eyes flooded with worry. As she stared into their depths trying to find strength she saw their shade darken as the worry crashed over in waves, radiating off him. The distraction tore her away from the fight, giving the figure a chance to strike her. With one fair swing it had hit her arm, drawing blood. She let out a scream at the contact, not expecting it. Tearing her gaze away from her boyfriend she spun back round to face the demon yet again. Lunging at it with expertise, missing every time but only just. Knocking the figure off balance, suddenly it disappeared before she could end the battle forever. Eyes locked on the ground where the figure had fallen she blinked multiple times. How could it just vanish?

Lifting her head turning into the opposite direction she was suddenly wrapped up by strong arms holding her. Her body remained stiff for a moment before giving in and succumbing to the embrace.
"Are you alright love? Your arm it's," she cut him short with a small press of her lips to his.
"I'm fine, just a scratch."
He seemed hesitant to believe her but brushed it off with a simple nod of his head. More hurried voices filled the street as her parents and son came into view. Their clothes a bright contrast to the darkened night. She was surrounded by a bunch of questions immediately, checking she was alright and trying to find where the figure had gone to. Before she could answer them her eyes trained on a looming shadow in the distance. The hooded figure. Drawing her sword once more she pushed her family aside gently.
"Leave, get somewhere safe."
Her parents, hesitantly left and ran further down the road, stopping and watching her. Her son hugged her tightly before nodding and going towards his grandparents. Lastly her eyes turned to Killian who still hadn't moved. She could see it in his eyes, he wasn't leaving her to fight this thing by herself. He wanted to protect her, only thing was she could tell even he didn't know how. As sweet and adorable as it was, she couldn't put him in danger, not again. Stepping close to him she quickly kissed him. Keeping her forehead pressed to his after, holding him so close she could feel his heart beating and his warm breath on her face.
"Please go, I can't let you get hurt again. Protect Henry for me."
She felt his body stiffen at her words, she needed him to listen, needed him to be with her boy. He kissed her forehead, his understanding of the situation and her concern for both him and her son pressed softy in the kiss. Closing her eyes at the feeling she felt him slowly move backwards, her eyes snapped open, they remained trained on his as he made his way to Henry's side. She let out a deep breath as she readied herself before turning and facing the demon for the next round of their battle.

It was tiring to say the least, constantly swinging her arm to block the figure's movements, lunging at it trying her own attack. She felt as though she'd been fighting for hours, her arm growing more tired with every swing. In truth it hadn't been as long as it felt, minutes at best. Her family remained in the same spot further down the road, watching her every move with cautious eyes. They were scared for her and if she was honest, they had every right to be. Whoever or whatever this thing was it was more powerful in a swordfight then her and when she tried using her magic she found it to be blocked. Suddenly the figure knocked her off her feet and sent her sword flying, but she was quick too. Snatching her sword from where it had fallen and managing to get to at least her knees before needing to block yet another of the hood's attacks. She had to get back on her feet or this battle would be over a lot quicker, the figure already had the advantage with better swordsmanship but with her on the ground well, there was no chance. A skilled swing that the figure barely managed to block shook both their swords. The metal remained stuck together, both people pushing their force against the other.

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"Saviours don't get happy endings."

That's one of the last things she heard before the figure used all its force to drive her sword away and in a second ran their sword straight through her. She couldn't breathe, let alone make a sound, everything slowed down. The figure vanished leaving her to watch her family's horrified looks, she saw Killian holding Henry close to him, shielding the boy from the scene. Her body fell to the ground completely still, her eyes barely staying open. Two shadows loomed above her, their faces barely recognisable – Killian and Henry.
"M..mom," she could hear him choking back the tears through his terrified tone.

She couldn't even tell him she'd be fine, couldn't move to hold him. Even she knew what was happening, what was inevitable. She felt him hug her, not letting her go, tight enough that usually it would hurt. Through her clouded vision she saw the tears in Killian's eyes too, how he tried to remain strong for the sake of her son who was now bawling into her shoulder. As her eyes began to shut she felt Killian lean down and felt his soft kiss to her cheek because hearing his soft words in her ear.

"You failed us, you failed me."
Through the dots of black that began blocking her vision she saw it, the hood now covering her shoulders and a dagger with her own blood dripping off it in her hand. There were a million thoughts in her mind but only one stood out as she fell into an eternal slumber, 'I failed him.' Her own true love.