I've wanted to write this part of Cursed since I finished the first chapter, and I finally found time to do it this weekend. Hooray!


Mick lingered outside the hospital room, watching the people who walked past him. He'd been here every day in the past three years when the curse had brought them to this land, checking in on one of the firemen who'd gotten injured in a fire that day. Poor guy got injured every day in the last three years. Every day was the same here, except no one remembered it save for him and the Legion members who cast the curse.

He knew almost everything about this town and what everyone did here. The only thing he had no idea about was Amaya. She had been alive when the curse had hit the Enchanted Forest, but he hadn't found her here. For the past three years, he'd combed every inch of the town for her that he'd been able to get into. There hadn't been a sign of her, and he worried what the Legion had done to her.

However, Mick watched as a nurse left through a door controlled by a keypad. For weeks, he'd been making note of it so he could time it right to get inside. Quickly, he darted over to it before it closed and caught it quickly. Making sure that no one was watching, Mick slipped through the door and walked down the flight of stairs. The fireman made his way into a corridor, eyeing the doors that lined both sides. This was a part he'd never seen of the town before.

There were flaps at eye level on each of the doors. Mick peered into one to see that a room with a single bed and a barred window. He made his way down the hall, peeking into each room to find them empty. At the sixth room, there was a woman with tangled dark hair sitting on the bed who looked towards him. Mick inhaled sharply when he recognized Amaya's puzzled look.

"Amaya," he said, forgetting about the curse and what it had taken from everyone.

She stared at him with confusion. "Is that my name?"

The uncertainty in her voice broke his heart. Mick let the flap drop and backed away. His vision went red as he stared at the door. The Legion had done this to her. With everyone else, he didn't mind it. But with her, this was different, more personal.


"Who's going to tell me why I'm here?" Malcolm Merlyn demanded as he stepped out of his car and walked towards the other men gathered beside the forest.

Eobard Thawne and Damien Darhk turned toward him and stepped aside. The Dark One, or Mick Rory in this world, was revealed as they moved. Malcolm raised his eyebrows as he looked over the other man. When they had cast the curse, the Dark One had wanted nothing to do with it. They'd barely interacted with since they'd cast it, as they no longer had a need for him.

"Why is he here?" Malcolm asked.

"Because I want to strike a deal," the Dark One growled.

Malcolm glanced to his compatriots. "A deal?"

"He remembers who he was back in our world," Thawne sighed. "I don't know how. Not even Snart remembers, and he helped cast the curse before betraying us."

"I'm the Dark One," Mick sneered. "I was prepared. I made the damn curse with a loophole to keep my memories if it was ever cast upon me."

"So what do you want?" Darhk asked him. "We held up our end of the bargain, gave you a decent life and all that. What's changed?"

"Amaya."

The three men exchanged looks before Thawne spoke up. "That girl from your castle? The one who left you?"

"You kidnapped her," Mick growled. "And now you've imprisoned her here. Took me three years to find her, and you lock her up in a basement."

"Well, it was that or the library," Darhk said smugly. "We all know what she's capable of. Believe me, I think you'd agree that this is the better outcome than letting her live in that other-"

Mick punched Darhk before he could finish his sentence. The two men stared each other down, looking ready to start fighting. Malcolm rolled his eyes and stepped between them. Someone had to be the reasonable one here. "Enough, you two."

"Give her back her memories!" Mick ordered, pointing at them.

"You know that can only happen when the curse is broken," Thawne reminded him. "We couldn't do it if we tried."

"Then I'll bring the Savior to town sooner than you want."

Malcolm shook his head. "That's not possible."

"The Savior isn't supposed to be here for twenty more years," Darhk added. "There's no way you can speed this up."

"Are you sure about that?" Mick stepped towards them. "I know you brought magic to this world. Ever thought you weren't the only ones?"

The Legion remained silent.

"The Savior should be here by her twenty-third birthday," Mick continued. "The curse can be rewritten by the writer. I can make her come sooner to break the curse. Twenty? Eighteen? Stop me when you're too nervous."

"We can't give her back her memories," Thawne said sharply. "But we can alter her current ones."

"Eobard-" Damien started, but Malcolm held up a hand.

"Thawne, what are you doing?" he hissed.

"Offering a deal," Thawne raised a finger. "What if we give dear sweet Amaya a good life, one outside the hospital? It'd take a lot of effort, so we might need something from you in return."

"Like what?"

"Extend the curse," Eobard stated. "If you really can change it, then give us five more years at least, and Amaya will be freed from the hospital."

Malcolm nodded his agreement. Five years gave them extra time to prepare for the Savior and how they could run her out of town to keep the curse intact. Everyone who had stood in their way would suffer forever as they got their happy ending.

Mick sighed. "It's a deal. Five more years of the curse for Amaya's freedom."

Damien gave a wicked smile. "Excellent."


The next morning, Mick woke up in the firehouse to the alarm bell. The crew on duty got sent out to a fire at an abandoned house. A bunch of pets were inside, but only one-a dog- made it. One of the guys suggested he take the animal to the vet, something that had never been said before. So Mick found his way to the vet's, slamming the door open as he rushed the pooch inside.

His eyes widened as he saw Amaya striding out and yelling at him for slamming the door open.

During his time in her office, Mick saw how happy Amaya was. Back in the Enchanted Forest, she had loved animals. That love seemed to be back over here as she made sure the dog was okay. He saw that she was happy in this life, which made him happy. All he'd ever wanted was for her to have happiness.

As he left the vet's office, he saw Eobard Thawne's car pulled up behind his truck. The blond man was leaning against it, something in his hand. Mick sighed and walked over to the car. It was time to hold up his end of the bargain.

"Thank you," he muttered to the man.

Thawne shrugged, passing over a small bottle. "Now it's your turn. Thought you might have some use for some squid ink. Luckily, Damien had some lying around."

Mick clenched his hand around the ink. "Five more years. No more, no less."

"Excellent," Eobard climbed back into his car. "Pleasure doing business with you, Dark One."

Mick glowered at the car as he drove away. When he looked up, he saw little Laurel Drake staring at him across the street as she walked along with a woman she believed to be her mother. The child was an anomaly in the town. In the past three years, she had been the only one in the town who had aged, but she didn't really notice that every day was the same. Laurel had no clue who her parents really were, who she was, and who her sister was. Now, he'd condemned her and the rest of the town to five more years of repetition just to save Amaya from living in the basement of the hospital.

If he could back and do everything over after finding Amaya, he'd still do it again.


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