In The Darkest of Times (CaptainSwan)

Fear And Revenge

Killian's Pov

Emma jumps off the table, rushing to the door.

"Emma. What are you doing? You can't go out there," I pull her back.

"Killian, I know you're worried, but we need to help. We don't even know what it is," Emma tries to pull her arm out of my grasp.

"I do know it. I encountered it in the enchanted forest on our recent trip. Swan, this magic, this green smoke, it messes with your mind. It reveals your greatest weaknesses. I don't know how, but I can't let you do this," I beg her.

"Killian, I'm the Savior. I have to help. I'll be okay. I promise," she takes my face in her hand, and kisses me gently.

"Why do you have to be so stubbornly brave?" I shake my head at her, "But we're taking precautions," I grab a blanket off of the shelf.

I wrap the blanket around her mouth and nose, hoping that if she doesn't inhale the smoke that it won't affect her. I take a blanket for myself and hold it to my nose.

"You ready?" I ask.

She nods.

I grab her hand and pull her behind me, as we walk outside.

Just as Whale said, people are screaming and running amok in a daze.

"Stay close," I whisper to Emma through the starchy cloth.

We walk carefully through the street. The fog fills the air.

A blonde haired kid runs towards us yelling, "Stay away."

He runs right into Emma. Her hand slips out of mine and she falls on the ground.

"Swan," I shout, but the fog quickly covers my vision and I can't see her.

I spin in circles, trying to find her. In the process, the cloth covering my face, falls off. I hold my breath, searching for the blanket on the ground. I crouch down, running my hand across the pavement trying to find the fabric. I can't hold my breath any longer. I take a quick breath and not long after find the blanket. I cover my face again, urgently, breathing in the air I had lost..

"Emma," I struggle to wheeze through my dry throat.

"You didn't really think you could run from me forever," a familiar voice says from behind me.

I whip around.

"It's about time you face me, mate," the man says, curling his tongue and brushing it across his teeth.

"How... how is this possible?" I stutter looking at an identical version of myself.

"Quite simple really. I'm just the part of you that you have buried so long and now I'm out to play. Think you can defeat me again," my doppelganger smiles, viciously.

"I can do it a million times over, for Emma," I sneer.

"Oh I forgot about that wench. How is fair Emma? Tell me. Is she just as amazing with a sword as I thought she would be?" He smirks, violently.

"You have no right to say things like that about her. You could never deserve a woman as pure as that," I say through gritted teeth.

"Ah,"he clenches his fingers in a maniacal manner, "Oo, you forget that I am you. I am married to her, just the same as you. Are you telling me that you never look at her like that? The way you used to look at other women. A treat, to be devoured," he whispers into my ear, like a mocking shoulder devil, "And if I never deserved her, how could you?"

"What do you want?" I growl, trying to ignore his venomous words.

"I want my life back. I'm done hiding in the closet, as this pathetic slob. I want the exciting life back. A pirate's life for me," he grinds his teeth so close that is vibrate off my eardrum, "And soon enough I'll be back stronger than ever and you won't be able to stop me," he says the last part in a sing-song voice, like Rumplestiltskin...