Chapter 8 - Hell is Darker

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: Hook's POV :

At least I told her, I think to myself as I fall down this dark, never ending hole. At least I got to tell her how I feel, even if it was in my last dying breath. She knows, deep inside of her, that I do love her. The Dark One may think I am a idiotic pirate, but I saw my Swan look back at me with those beautiful orbs of eyes.

I can't feel a thing.

Only strange thoughts rush through my mind.

They were lying when they say you see the light when you die. All I see is blackness, but I know for a fact I'm falling somewhere. It reminds me of a film Swan showed me, back during a short time where no villainous threat lingered around Storybrooke. The film was something to do with a girl, who fell through a rabbit hole and went to a mad land? I wasn't really paying attention, I was just staring happily into her emerald green eyes whilst she sat and stared at the moving devil box, her head on my shoulder.

I'll never feel that again.

Anyway, I am the girl. Forever falling.

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It seems like hours pass until I slam onto the hard, dark stone. Looking around I see I am in a pitch black room. However, I notice a blazing fire roars in the centre of the room. It's not letting off any heat nor light, but I can still see the red ambers. My bones shiver inside of my now fragile body. I'm still in my blood soaked clothes, and I have a deep gap, missing from my chest.

Cold and confused I mutter, "Where the bloody hell am I?" I wonder around the fire, there's something in there. My thoughts suddenly answer the question of my whereabouts as I remember my present situation.

Im dead. I'm in Hell.

I always knew I'd go to the home of satan but, I have to admit, I did wish after I met Emma that I would go up to the clouds along with her.

The fire flickers letting smoke rise up from it. There is definitely something in there. Taking another step towards the warmth-less flames, a force suddenly urges me forward into the flames. I close my eyes, prepared for the pain of the burns, but all I feel is a chill run up my spine. I re open my eyes to see I am in another dark room, this one with dozens of windows scattered across the walls.

Excited to be able to see a view instead of the constant pitch black, I curiously peer out one of the slick, glass windows.

I see Emma.

I see Emma sitting on the sofa in the loft laughing among her family and friends. A giant smile is spread across her face as she explains a humorous joke to everyone, her eyes gleaming with joy. How am I seeing this? I thought I was dead? I go up to another window and see a different image, Emma is walking a younger version of Henry to school. She's wearing her red leather jacket and her hair is curled to perfection, it bobs up and down as she walks. Once more, I see her smiling. Again and again I look into a new window only to come across Emma Swan enjoying herself. In every single one she's happy. A familiar warm, glowing feeling springs into my chest, the same one I used to feel every time I saw the woman I loved, until that night she got swept away.

I step back into the centre of the room, overcome with awe at the beautiful sight of my Swan full of joy. No worry or care in the world.

"This is blooming brilliant!" I say to myself. Seeing her happy was all I needed.

I must've stared into those windows for only five minutes until everything changed.

The scenes stop, frozen and everyone leaves the image except Emma. Her head snaps into the direction of the window, those grass green eyes staring deep into my soul.

"It's all your fault Killian." I stand shocked by these words, confused and desperate to understand what was wrong.

"What's wrong? Your meant to be happy!" I call through the glass.

"It's all your fault." She mutters.

Suddenly, I hear a slam and notice that in every single window Emma has dropped to the ground. The faces covered in pain. She grimaces and groans. She screams and shouts. I, myself fall to my own knees in horror at the sight. The Emma's continue to yelp in pain and agony, hot tears streaming down their faces. I get up, run towards the windows and begin to slam my hook and hand against the glass trying to smash it. I need to get to her, I need to comfort her. It's no use. The glass is unbreakable and I'm blocked off from her world, cursed by death to go mad at her screams.

Her pain.

My pain.

Screams of pain.

- sorry for such a sad chapter but I promise the next will be happier! I know I only posted a couple days ago but I got really excited writing this so I had to publish it! When this gets to 15 views, 5 comments and 5 votes I'll update soon after :-) Rx -