I choose Hook.

Tears

Authors Note: I haven't updated because it seems like no one is interested. So if this chapter doesn't go well I'm going to give up on this story. Whatever. Enjoy!

Emma could hear it all, the quiet weeping coming from the tent, she went over; she tried to be as quiet as possible but ended up stepping on a branch. She entered the illuminated tent and saw how it lit up the densely forest almost like a Christmas tree. She saw Killian lying there helplessly, eyes gleaming red. She thought to herself how to react, but she did the most dumbest thing.

She kissed him. It was like an explosion of total peace and serenity overwhelmed them both. They breathed their souls and their love into each other in that kiss. In that one kiss, she then knew what was behind that once sad but now quirky smile, and it made her love for him grow even more. She loved Killian it almost hurt.

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After getting Henry back, and defeating Pan, it was time to go home. To sweet old Storybrooke, they landed back in the majestic Jolly Roger. A crowd of people soon filled up the dock, in almost the blink of an eye. It gave Emma a warm heart she'd never been this happy to be home. She began to hug everyone in sight, saying her welcomes. Talking to everyone, telling them the good news the stories of the adventure and rescue. She ran over to Henry once again to give him a kiss, he smiled at her. In that moment the world was her oyster, she was no longer suppressed by it's heinous limits. She was the happiest mother alive.

But something hit her where was Neal and Killian? She searched through the crowd in panic she saw them both get off the Jolly Roger before she hugged the people . Where could they of gone. After choosing Hook she knew something changed in Neal; he wasn't the same anymore you could tell, you could almost feel it in the air. When she tried to talk to Neal, he never responded he isolated himself. Before she knew it she was in tears. Not joyful ones, tears of sorrow.

KILLAN'S POV

All I remembered was being hit with something blunt and soon blackness took over. How could this of happen? I have no idea. I felt something tight; someone pulled the bag over my head. I looked around this small room squinting as the light hit me at first I struggled to open my eyes but I heard the most manic laugh like a ringing sound in my ear, at first I couldn't take sight of anything it was too bright, then I realized. Where was my hook?

At this point I gave up struggling because there was no way I was getting out of this, without my hook. So I hide my pain by laughing and then a man walked to me, he wore a mask so I couldn't identify him. He held my hook in his hand, if only I could punch him in the face. Ironically his fist made contact with a deafening, CRACK. Numbing pain shot through me, black dots spotted my vision. I stumbled back with the taste of blood in my mouth.

Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away, trying to hold the pain but soon the strange large man began to outline marks around my chest with the hook, then it began a surge of pain inserted into my skin.

I bleed and bleed for hours I began to go pale.....