Chapter 27 - Wanting You Dead

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: Killian's POV :

Everything just always has to come crumbling down. 

Right at the moment I'm finally happy, standing beside my pregnant wife, something terrible from my past just has to come and haunt me. Something that still, to this day, destroys my sleep. I have tried to reason with myself and make it seem as though that something wasn't my fault. To make myself believe that it was my father who brought his death upon himself. But the problem is, none of that reasoning was true, it is all my fault.

It is my fault I made the choice of killing my father.

It is my fault an innocent boy became an orphan.

And most of all, it is my fault there's another angered enemy at out doorsteps.

: Writer's POV :

"He's right in front of you." Killian still stands as a living statue, unable to move nor speak. Only able to plead with his bright blue eyes.

"I see..." Emma struggles to say, trying her hardest to handle the situation alone. "I am very sorry about your father's death, but all I want to know is what you want with us." 

"I don't need your sympathy! And I don't want anything from you." Liam scowls.

"Why'd you crash my wedding then?" She asks, getting annoyed.

"Because of what your husband did, of coarse." He takes a step towards Emma. "He does not deserve happiness. He deserves living hell." Liam's words are full of venom and hatred, as if from a snake. He takes yet another step.

"Killian is a better man now. He regrets what he's done in the past deeply and I'm sure killing your father dwells on his mind daily. I've accepted his sins and I'm sure you could too." Killian's worry dulls slightly because of Emma's forgiveness, but it does not disappear. Liam starts to pace towards Emma, Killian's heart rate quickens.

"I don't think so." He snaps. By this time Liam had arrived in front of Emma and was barely inches from her face. 

Now she could now see him up close, she realised how much he actually looked like Killian. Same coloured hair, same smirk and same attractive features. However, now she could see Liam's eyes properly, she noticed something. Even though they did have the same sea blue colour as Killian, the blue was hiding behind clouds of darkness. Clouds she had once seen in her husband's the first time they had met.

Liam places both of his cold hands on Emma's large belly, snapping her out of her daze. A slicing pain rockets up her spine, making her body tremble inside. 

"Oh, by the way, congratulations on the baby..." And with that, he disappears.

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: Emma's POV :

After Liam touched me, I could feel exactly what he felt.

I could feel the anger that bubbled and boiled. The anger that fuelled his life and kept him going. All his feelings seemed to have transferred to me and all I could think was how much I wanted Killian dead. 

My head exploded with plans of how to destroy his happiness. I wanted to rip everything that brought a smile to his face away from him, I wanted to see his misery gnaw away his life.

A craving of his blood on the floor made my fists clench. The idea of him in pain made me happy... very happy.

My eyes suddenly burned with the image of a man reassuring me about our safety, telling me it would be ok. I could see the door slowly shift open over his shoulder to reveal a dark figure, but it disappeared before I could see anymore.

Then the strange feeling left and I felt a bomb of guilt hit me. How could I think that?  That wasn't me! I don't want Killian dead! But, who was that man?

"Emma! Emma! Speak to me! Swan!" I quickly adjust to my surroundings and find myself kneeling on the ground, my body socked in sweat. A man is on the floor in front of me, desperately trying to get through to me. I jolt back in shock, thinking it was Liam.

"Hey, hey hey. Shh, it's ok. It's me, Swan. Killian." That soothing voice assures me. "What happened? As soon as... he left you fell to the floor and started to burn up." 

"I-I d-don't kno-know..." I stutter, "He t-touched me a-and I c-could fe-feel what he did... I wanted- I wanted to hurt you, Killian. I wanted you dead." Killian looked as though I had physically punched him in the stomach and sucked all the life out of him. He turned a deathly white. I knew the feelings I had just experienced were not mine,  but for some reason I felt guilty. 

"I don't know what happened but I think he was trying to show me something..." I mumble, Killian gulps and blinks a few times before answering.

"What do you mean, Emma?" He stares deeply into my eyes.

"I saw an image of a man looking over me... He looked slightly like you but with longer hair..." His eyes widened at this but carried on listening, "He was telling me everything was going to be okay... and then the door behind him opened-"

"Who was at the door?" He asks suspiciously, "Did you see his face?"

"Uh, no. It disappeared before I could take a look." I gave him a look, trying to understand what was wrong, he just turned away in thought.

"Um, ok. Lets get you home to rest, love." Killian says, showing me a warming smile.

However, his eyes were filled with worry and terror. Just like he could read me, I could read him.

And something was up.