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The slave man was pulled up by the chains he held, Killian looked on with disdain.
"Brother. " Liam muttered, "it seems like such a small offense."
He stared at his hook, remembering the slave's words to him. A comment about how helpless he was. Killian was not helpless, sadistic perhaps, but to work for the Queen, you had to have a cruel side.
David had been the latest slave sent from.the Queen to thank Killian for securing the Western Colony. The rebels had started to attempt to take the Enchanted Forest back, and the Queen didn't like that.
"Brother." Liam said again, a plea for him to remember how happy he had been moments before with his nephew, "think of the children, they wouldn't want their Uncle like this. Its one thing to have slaves, but they work better if they are taken care of, if they feel safe."
"And to tell Captain Hook he is helpless is to condemn yourself to death!"
Killian secured the chains holding David to a post.
"Whoever frees him dies! " Killian yelled at the small crowd of slaves.
The slaves scattered and Liam looked at his wife Elsa helplessly.
"You used to be kind." She said daringly.
"To humans I am kind." Killian said simply, "I will kill him at dawn, please keep your children inside, I don't want to damage them at such a young age."
Killian strode off.
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Emma watched cautiously, she and Robin had tracked the trading of the slaves to the Plantation near the edge of the forest. It was a long journey, and she knew Robin had hated being away from Regina and Roland, but they had finally made it, in time to see Killian Jones declare that he would kill her father at first light.
"You free him." She ordered Robin, "I'll deal with the Captain."
She left her friend to save her father as she ran, searching for Killian.
The mansion on the plantation was large, filled with expensive items, items that Emma knew could feed the Resistance for years if they had them. Those who worked for her mother were always paid well it seemed. The hallway she took was adorned with statues, pictures, tapestries, and the very sight of it disgusted Emma.
There was a scream.
"Please I'm sorry!"
The sounds of whips could be heard, every sound brought on a fresh scream and Emma quickly found what looked to be a torture chamber, Killian had a female slave tied up hanging from the ceiling, he had finally stopped, looking calm, like he had worked off all his frustration.
"I'll send a healer up lass." He said turning from the door to grab a rag to clean the blood off of his hook. Thats the time Emma took to strike.
Taking a dagger she grabbed him, holding it to his throat.
"And who are you? " Killian asked with a smirk.
Emma didn't respond, she just started pulling him away from the woman, glancing apologeitically at her. Killian pulled away, breaking Emma's hold, and reattached his hook. There was no other weapon in his room but the instruments he used for the torture of the slaves, that and his hook. Smiling, he grabbed one of the whips and attacked.
Emma dodged with ease, using her magic to use the whip to restrain the man.
Killian fell to the ground, helpless while Emma laughed.
"You're coming with us Captain." she said removing his hook and pocketing it.
Soon Killian's world went black.
"Emma!" Robin protested when he saw her magic supporting the unconscious man, "what the bloody hell are you doing?"
"We take him, we slow her progress. We take him, we may have a chance of winning this war. " was Emma's only response.
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Ugh. Killian groaned as he started to wake, his head was splitting. Did he drink to much again? With a grunt of pain Killian tried to raise his hand to cup his head, only to find that his hand was chained down and he was hanging on a wall.
What was going on? He glanced at his stub arm and saw his hook was missing as well.
Struggling, he tried to free himself, making the chain clank and rattle, no doubt causing more noise than he wanted to cause. Killian soon grew tired, and it didn't help that his head was still spinning and he stopped.
"Wow."
He jumped when he heard a woman's voice, the same woman that had bested him in battle.
"I had expected you to struggle longer." She came into sight now. "The great Captain Hook, dreaded pirate, lapdog of Snow White. How does it feel to be captured like the very slaves you torture, like the slaves you've killed?"
Killian tried to speak.
"Oh but you can't speak. Not now." She smiled, "I'll return your voice when you need it, when I need answers. Now, I need to look at your wound."
She stepped foward to examine Killian, and he and then noticed that he was shirtless and somehow he had a gash running down his torso. The woman's fingers were cold to his heated flesh and he hissed in pain.
"Sorry." She mumbled summoning enough healing magic to heal the gash, "I had only expected to bind you, I nearly cut you in two, this will take a while to heal. "
Killian hissed in pain, trying to pull away as the woman laughed.
"Oh you can give pain, but not take it? Typical of those who work for my mother."
Killian must have looked confused cause she pulled away.
"I'm Snow's daughter." She explained with a shrug, "And I have every reason to kill you now, but I won't."
Killian glared, wishing she would, it was dishonorable to be caught like this, caught by the enemy.
"In fact," she continued, "I'll release you when the war is over, when I've won and taken back the kingdom. "
She returned to healing what she could, and Killian felt a pain he didn't realize he had start to subside, his knees nearly collapsed when she removed her hand from his chest, the only thing holding him up, the chain, and she smirked.
"It gets awfully cold here Captain. I do hope that doesn't bother you."
And soon Killian was left alone in the infernal room, cursing his fate.