Storybrooke

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Killian's POV

My eyes snap open. I sit up and look about. Where the hell am I? What the hell am I wearing? I run a hand through my hair and try to ignore the pounding in my head. Then, I remember everything. Emma, Victoria, Beth, our unborn child, the curse. The curse. How do I remember who I am? How do I still have my memories? We were supposed to loose those. I get out of bed and sigh. Too many thoughts. Too much. Too much. What to do? I need to find Emma. Emma. Yes, I need to find her. I open the wardrobe and pull on some clothes quickly. I shut the door to my apartment and run down the stairs and out of the building. I look up and down the strange street. This world is very weird. I run a hand through my hair and start running till I find someone. 

"Do you know where Emma is?" I ask him. He raises his eyebrows. 

"What do you want with her?" he asks. I stare at him, confused. Doesn't he know I'm with her? He rolls his eyes and walks away. I moan and then spot Snow on the other side of the street. I run up to her. 

"Snow! What's going on?" I ask. She looks at me like I'm crazy. 

"I'm sorry, you must've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Mary-Margaret." she says. Then, it dawns on me. She doesn't remember. No one else does. So why do I? My face falls and I run away from her. Run along the crazy street in this crazy world. I start to feel sick when something that resembles a carriage pulls up beside me. I step back in confusion. The door opens and the last person I want to see gets out. 

"You." I spit. 

"Calm down, Killian. You don't want to attack me. I'm the Mayor. I could get you arrested." she snarls, smiling widely. "Where the hell are we?" I snap. 

"Killian Jones, welcome to Storybrooke!" she says. I roll my eyes. 

"Why do I still have my memories?" She laughs. 

"Oh yes. A stroke of genius on my behalf. I have to say. Nobody else remembers but you do. Such torture. Such pain. Such a burden." She laughs. 

"I will end this. I will find Emma. True love's kiss can break any curse. She's broken it before and she'll do it again." Victoria doubles over with laughter. 

"Right. Right. But, sorry to say, she doesn't even know you, let alone love you.  True love's kiss won't work. Idiot." 

"Then I'll make her fall in love with me. She's fallen for me once. It will happen again." I snap. "True. True. True. And I realised that when casting the curse. That's why I've made sure Emma's heart has been broken again and again. She won't open up to you. She won't fall in love with you." Victoria smiles widely. I growl and storm off. I'm filled with anger and rage and all I want to do is see Victoria's dead body on the floor. I should go back and kill her. But I know that wouldn't solve anything. To break the curse I need true love's kiss. And if Emma can't fall in love with me. Then, I need two other people. Snow and David. I walk along the street, looking for either David or Snow. I notice a place called Granny's and spot David in it. Good. I open the door and enter. I walk forward and  then something hot spills over my legs. I wince in pain and see that a red liquid has been spilt over me. 

"Oh my God, I am so sorry." I would recognise that voice anywhere. It fills me with hope and happiness. It belongs to the woman I love. I look up and I'm staring into the face of Emma Swan. "Swan?" 

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" she asks, looking confused. 

"No. It's, er, it's just.....I'm heard of you."  I say. She frowns. 

"Right." she whispers sadly. Her hair is pulled into a loose ponytail and she has glasses on. She shakes her head. 

"Let's get you some clean clothes. I really am sorry. It's just I'm so clumsy." she says, laughing at the end. 

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