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Everything hurt. He figured it was supposed to be that way, he was a captive after all. He tried to pull himself up and screamed from the effort.
Pain. Blinding pain. He fell back to the ground of his cell.
He briefly wondered how he could still scream when he couldn't speak anymore, but dismissed the thought.
"Problem Dearie?"
Killian looked up, blinking through swollen eyes, to see Rumpelstiltskin. It was never good when the Crocodile visited him, it meant more pain in the end.
"They have stopped searching for you Dearie. They think you are...uh...dead. We can play forever now."
Ah. Emma stopped looking. Not that he blamed her, aftet everything that happened. Killian tried to sit up, feeling his wounds crack as he did, and he looked straight into the Crocodile's eyes. His hope was gone. He was going to die.
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Killian missed his hook. At first he had entertained the thought of using it for protection, but since Rumpelstiltskin was once again the Dark One, he failed horribly each time.
Now he was a one handed man, a one handed man currently tied to a pipe, waiting for his tormenter to come and destroy him further.
Rumpelstiltskin came out of the darkness with a whip.
"How does it feel to bring your own doom Dearie? "He hit Killian with the whip, smiling as the blood started to flow. "They don't want you Hook. And now after a year, I will end you."
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"Mom. He wouldn't want you to live like this."
Henry and Emma were standing on the deck of the Jolly Roger. It was just another day in Emma's life, she had been coming here every day since Killian had vanished.
"I know kid. I just feel like he would want the ship taken care of."
There was a thud coming from the Captains cabin and Emma and Henry ran in to see Killian Jones, beaten to near death, his hook lying besides his body.
"Henry call for help!"
Emma rushed to Killian's side, desperatly trying to heal what she could, praying he wasnt dead. When he moaned in pain her heart lept for joy.
He was alive.