The door to Gold's front door swung open silently and noiselessly, a man with a dark mask entered the house as quiet as a mouse. He crept forward slowly shaking for as determined as he was he like everyone who knew the man was slightly afraid of him. But he grabbed the cane that lay against the desk where the man sat spinning his straw. He crept farther and closer to the man and raised it high before striking him in the back of the head with the cane. Gold crumpled to the floor unconscious, a cut on his head bleeding slightly onto the floor. The masked man tied a rope around the man's arms and legs and tape over the mouth before lifting him in his arms and leaving the house.
He stuffed the unconscious Mr. Gold into the back of his car and drove off into the night. He drove until he arrived at a dark secluded cabin, where the man was then strapped to a chair and then ignored. The masked man sat on the edge of the bed a dagger in his hands, the dagger that could control . He was going to kill the man eventually but first he wanted to question him and torture the man before hand, he wanted Gold to feel every bit of the pain he had caused him. And then when the man was tortured and horrible he would kill the man and leave him in the cabin to rot. Nobody would ever know who did it. As far he knew Gold had no friends and nobody cared a thing about him.
Slowly, very slowly Gold's eyes fluttered open and he looked around till his eyes fell upon a man wearing a mask. was surprised but at the same time not very much, he always half expected somebody to come after him sooner or later, but he was surprised at how composed the man seemed to be. He was surprised that the man had so far succeeded and kidnapping him without him even being aware of him until now.
He started wondering and asking questions. Would anyone notice that he was gone? Would they care? Would anyone come looking for him? Where was he? Would anyone know where he was? Did anyone care at all about him? He sighed thinking he knew the answer to that, the answer was no. Nobody would care, nobody was going to come looking for him, nobody cared if he lived or died, more then likely they would see his disappearance as a good thing. He figured they would all celebrate his disappearance, they probably wouldn't find him until his cold dead body had rotted and become a skeleton. He doubted they would even care enough to try and find out who the killer was nor find out why it happened. He had done everyone dirty in town, of course nobody cared.
He sat back and watched as the man looked at him and rise, the cane still in his hand and stand over him. Then a cool, crisp voice drawled: "well well, look whose awake now I can question you and get some answers, and then I'm going to torture and kill you!"
Mr. Gold sighed. "Why? Why are you doing this? What did I do? Why are you wanting to kill me?" He asked curiously. "Well a long time ago I asked you for some medicine for my young daughter and you gave me poison instead!"
Mr. Gold sputtered. "But I don't recall...I would never have done something like that, I couldn't have, I like children, I have never been guilty of killing a child!" he said softly. The man scoffed "But you did, you killed my daughter, I asked you for medicine and you poisoned her." "But I couldn't have, I really couldn't have, I mean I never back out on a deal! If I had made a deal with you I would have kept it!" he told him.
"Then why did my daughter die as soon as she drank it? Why was it then that the bottle you gave me tested as positive for poison?" The only way I can answer that is by saying that it couldn't have been me who gave it to you!" "But you are Rumpelstiltskin right? Then it was you, because the man called Rumpelstiltskin gave it to me!" The man responded angrily. "And now I am going to get my revenge and kill you!" he stated calmly.
Rumpelstiltskin hung his head not quite able to remember how it had happened, how could it have been done? Somebody else had to have given it to the man in his name or something he would never have made a mistake like that. But Rumpelstiltskin hung his head sadly feeling ashamed for he felt that if he had made that mistake then he deserved what ever happened to him now.
