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“What. Makes. You. So. Special?” Former King Beast choked out, with wide eyes as he stared at the one who was finally going to kill him.
The one who had murdered her way through the Isle Villains and Auradon Heroes.
The one who had murdered his wife and told his staff, in-laws, and son to scram unless they wanted to be next.
The one who was currently using magic— magic that she shouldn’t know how to use having never left the isle, magic that had shattered the barrier and disintegrated Fairy Godmother before she could even reach her wand —to strangle him.
A thirteen year old girl.
A pirate.
But not just any pirate.
Hannah Hook.
The younger sister of Harry Hook, First Mate of the Lost Revenge, and Calista Jane Hook. Two of the several isle children who had been executed (on his orders) for kidnapping his son not even a week ago.
A child he had decided to bar from ever coming to Auradon just yesterday.
She looked different from her picture.
Much less innocent as she stared at him with cold, glowing blue (not brown as in the picture) eyes in a blood stained gown.
He knew in that moment that she wasn’t going to let him go.
Maybe he should have known that earlier. After he got word of what happened to the Fitzherberts, Neverland, and the Bjorgmans and Robin Hood. But he had foolishly held out hope. Hope that the villain wouldn’t come for him or that she’d have mercy.
He should have known better.
Villains aren’t capable of such things, after all.
“What. Makes. You. So. Special?” He repeated, feeling light headed as spots clouded his vision. “How were… you… able…to…get…off…the isle?”
The young girl tilted her head to the side, looking curious and dare he even say, amused—but her eyes didn’t change. Staying cold and unblinking as she stared at him.
Staying the same even as a wide, unnatural smile formed on her face.
A smile that was mirrored on the faces of the children that she called her crew behind her.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Beastie Boy?”
And like that, his whole world went black.