A/N: So, here it is. I'm not completely happy with this chapter, partially because there is a lot of dialogue involved, and I'm not very good at that :P
Hope you like it though, and as usual, I would love to hear your opinions - so keep reviewing! :D
The city seemed stranger the further down the road she came. Her legs grew more tired, and she realized that she hadn't thought this through enough, leaving a family willing to let her stay while straightening things out, for this. A town she didn't really know, not having a place to stay. The man, making his way towards her seemed a bit strange too. Pale, with brown eyes, the short man seemed powerful, in a way, and even a bit absurd, in his way of smiling. "Interesting," he said, entwining his fingers. "Tell me, how did you do it this time?" The girl had no idea what he was talking about, and honestly, he was creeping her out a bit.
"Who are you?" the girl spoke, still not using the full capacity of her voice, looking at the man who seemed delighted with her question. "Oh you left? That's brilliant, dearie, just brilliant." He got creepier and creepier at the moment, staring at her legs in amazement. As the man took a step towards her, she took a step back - not sure what to expect of such an odd man. However, people were gathering around, and it was some kind of relief not having to be alone on the street with this strange man.
"Stay away from her!" an angry, familiar, yet a bit frightening voice yelled out, walking up to them extremely quickly. The taller man looked extremely upset as he put his hooked arm around the smaller girl protectively When he did so, the girl wormed herself out of his grip, truly uncomfortable with the gesture, and rather petrified with the hook attached to the end of his arm. With this gesture, the shorter man let out an exited laughter, seeming even creepier than before. Feeling very confused and shocked, the girl started to back away from the two men, looking as if they were about to kill each other, the taller one obviously more serious than the shorter one.
"You did this!" she heard the taller one yell before she backed into someone, the panic of doing so taking her breath away. "I'm sorry," she said, turning around to look at a pale woman with short, dark hair. "That's alright. I'm Snow," the woman said, with a friendly smile attached to her lips. Something about that seemed familiar, safe. The fact that she didn't claim her, in the way both men she had just met, had seemed to do, was also comforting. "Let's get you out of this mess, shall we?" the woman said, and the redhead did nothing but nodding and following her to an apartment, casting a last gaze towards the man with the hook on his arm. He did seem familiar.
Trying to grip the entire story, the girl felt like laughing. Her life had surely been hard, maybe even a bit strange. But the story the woman was telling her was absurd, unreal. It did seem familiar, however, but she couldn't help but thinking that her first instincts had been right, she was probably a run away, having faced too much hardships. She couldn't, however, be a mermaid from another world, who had suddenly transformed into a human who didn't remember any of it. It wasn't real.
As the man from the street, the taller one with a hooked arm and angry, deep blue eyes, walked in the door, the girl jumped in her chair. She didn't know what it was about him that scared her a bit, perhaps the way his eyes burned with anger, and how he had simply walked up and claimed her by putting his arm around her. "Hook, you need to go," Snow said, standing in front of the obviously scared girl. "I need to see her," he said, apparently not preparing to leave. It was clear to the girl that they were speaking about her, and according to Snow, she had loved this man. It didn't seem impossible, but he looked a lot older than him, and she didn't know how she would possibly forget someone she had loved.
"Let me see her," he demanded, walking past the smaller woman, sitting down in front of the girl on the chair. She had calmed down, somehow, after realizing he wasn't angry with her, seeing the way his gaze eased as it settled on her. Leaning her head slightly towards her shoulder, she looked at him, trying to remember the man. The sadness in his eyes was familiar, she knew she had seen it before. Maybe she had even felt it. Analyzing him, she had a troubled look plastered to her face. She needed to know, suddenly she needed to remember the things she hadn't been sure she ever wanted to know about.
"Hello," she said, quietly, after looking at him for a long time. He seemed somewhat taken aback by her statement, or perhaps not by the statement, but by the voice she hadn't remembered herself. "Hello," he answered, just as quietly, looking relieved for some reason. She wondered what had happened out on the street, with the shorter man, the creepy one. "Are you.. Hook?" she asked, carefully, after hearing the other woman calling him that. Once again, the man seemed surprised, but nodded slowly. "You call me Killian, though," he mumbled, hoping she would remember. Hoping it would all come back to her the moment she heard his name. "Oh," the girl stated, voice more vivid than earlier, but still not remembering.
He had spent 300 years loving this girl, perhaps he hadn't told her, but he had always known that she knew. The man wasn't sure anymore, how could she love someone she didn't know? The girl was thinking the same thing, not knowing whether they were telling the truth, had she loved this man? How could it be possible that she had ever been a mermaid. Thinking of it, she remembered the ocean, big and frightful, yet comforting. No matter how scared she had been finding herself in the middle of the ocean, it was a possible answer to how she had ended up out there.
With a tired mind, the girl put her palms on her face, only to remove them slowly. "I swear I'm losing my mind," the girl mumbled, not knowing her mind at all really. The man in front of her shook his head. "I swear, I will help you remember.. If you want me to, that it," he said, still seeming a bit unaccustomed to the situation, to speaking to her really. If they were telling the truth, his behavior was completely understandable. Acting like they had never met, if he remembered everything perfectly, had to be horrible. With that in consideration, the girl nodded slowly. "I would like that," she said, without hesitation, truly hoping she could remember, somehow, someday.