I choose Hook.

Emma looked up to the moon as it hovered tenuously in the twilight firmament, bestowing a very dim light upon the land that was laid before her.

Two men stood in front of her one was a little taller than the other; one was an ordinary guy the other was a heartless pirate. It was a windy night; the swaying of trees and rustling of leaves could be heard but not seen, as the encompassing, twinkling spotlights adorning the velvet texture of the night.

Emma had finally made her decision.

"And if I had to choose someone."

"I'd choose Hook."

Neal looked over to Killan, he was speechless he tried to open his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Tears gushed out of his eyes, soon after anger followed, his face was contorted in fury. You could almost feel his blood boiling in his veins.

"But Emma-"

Hook cuts him off.

"She has made up her mind 'mate, now I suggest you leave now before I Kill'an you." He laughed.

"Oh ha ha, are you threating me?" Neal said dryly.

"Indeed, I could kick your arse any day." Hook said arrogantly.

"Well..." Neal threw himself onto Killan, Neil's face was red, full of rage. Hook was on the floor helpless Neal wrapped his legs around him. Then it began. Neal punched the living daylight out of Hook. He gripped onto Killan's arm; his nails dug into his skin.

Hook began to cry.

He cried for mercy but Neal continued, it was like Hook bleed the salt of his soul. Each breath Hook took was a struggle; he couldn't speak nor mutter a single word, fear lodged into his throat.

But for a split second, Neal looked into Hooks eyes and had pity. That one second gave Hook enough time to get Neal on the floor. Neal struggled to get out.

"That's such a human thing to do, feel pity upon another person." Hook hissed.

"Go on then kill me, end me now. That's all you wanted to do since the day you saw me." Neal said without thinking, he didn't know what he was saying the anger took over him.

Killan's hook was inches away from his neck, it got closer, closer and...