this is just a story for ppl who likes seeing killian get hurt and for my personal pleasure lol(im sick and bored and want to hurt someone:3)
killian opened his eyes groggily, his eyes still half closed as he looked around his dark surroundings. the room was a black-gray color, just that. it was a small room too, around the size of an average bathroom. the first thing killian felt, was a sharp pain on the left side of his head. he could smell the metallic scent of blood, and he pieced two and two together. he tried to stand, up noticed one hand was tied with a short chain that had a handcuff which attatched to his hooked arm, keeping him on his knees, and unable to use his hook to free himself. suddenly, the gray door opened, a light almost like that at the end of the tunnel shone brighter then the stars, causing him to squint his eyes and look away.
he heard the door shut, and he looked back up to see a figure standing there, but thanks to the darkness returning, he couldn't make out the face. "hello dearie" he chuckled. that's when killian knew. he knew who this was. rumpelstilskin stood there, his face shadowed by the darkness, as he shifted his weight onto his cane as he crossed his legs together. "crocodile.." hook growled, trying desperately to lunge himself forward. rumple lifted his cane, and now stood normally. "what is this? what do you want?" hook asked, his voice a little relieved, but annoyed and he finished with a sigh. "to hurt you" rumple grinned maniacly, his yellow contorted teeth making hook shrink back in disguist.
at that same moment, rumpel pulled out a sharp silver blade. killian looked at it, his teeth clenching. "no.." he whispered and tried to break himself free. rumpel just laughed like a psychopath as he walked closer, "yes" he mocked hook's tone. he crouched down to the pirate's level, and grabbed his hand. "tell me captain, how do you feel?" rumpel asked, as he placed the blade onto hook's skin. it was cold, and he could tell it was unused, saved just for him. rumpel ran it from his shoulder, down before it could reach his hand, creating a long gash. hook bit his tongue, refusing to let rumpel see him in pain. besides, it was just a small flesh wound, he'd felt worse. rumpel pressed on his arm to make more blood gush out, before moving away from that area and pulling his sleeves down.
the blade disappeared in a magical smoke. rumpel reached his hand into hook's chest, causing hook to scream in pain as his heart was tugged out of his body. his heart was filled with black, but there was still some red. he panted and looked at it, but he knew rumpel wasn't going to finish the job just like that. slowly, rumpel put needles into hook's heart, each one causing him to grunt in pain. rumpel snickered and put his heart away somewhere 'safe' rumpel's words, not his. but although there was no longer needles being pushed into it, he could still feel the current ones that were dug into the enchanted heart.
rumpel clenched his fists, and hook knew what was coming next. he prepared himself, and rumpel began to throw punches, cutting killian's lip, giving him a black eye and his nose bleed. one last punch, killian heard a crunch, followed by a scream of agony. his scream. his nose ached, and he realized it had most likely been broken. "whatever i did.. i'm sorry. it's in the past.." hook croaked, his voice cracking. "sorry isn't enough dearie."
"and now.." he proceeded to bring the heart back into his cold hands with his magic, "i'm going to do what i should of done centuries ago" hook noticed the needles were gone. "look.. i'll do anything-" he was cut off by rumpel pressing on his heart. he grunted, until he saw his heart turn into dust in the dark one's hand. the whole world turned black, and he fell onto his side. his chest no longer rose up and down, and the life was drained from his ocean blue eyes.