Killian Jones woke up with a shocking breath, attempting to sit up. He had laid battered, bloodied and bruised on the stone slabs of the Underworld Prison. His bright eyes, now full of exhaustion, fluttered open with a disorientated daze. The last thing he remembered was feeling his soul being pulled around after someone had attempted to summon him.

Did his friends come down to the Underworld to save him? How was it possible? His skull felt like it had been invaded by wasps, buzzing in his ears as he carefully pulled himself up from the floor. He looked around, beginning to realize he was in a dark, damp open cell. The screams of the dungeons were heard in the distance. The whipping, the howling of dogs and the souls screeching and twisting into fire out of pain. Killian grimaced in pain as he managed to roll over and get onto one knee, attempting to keep the agonizing pain at bay.

"Is this a bloody trick?!" Killian barked out, attempting to step off the small, stone cell he was laying on. He could barely stand, limping. His hair was soaked with blood while sporting a black eye and a slice across his lip that had been bleeding whilst he was unconscious.

"Stop." He heard a woman's voice. He looked up, seeing another young woman with her knees up to her chest cuddled into the corner of her own cell. Her reddish hair dirtied by the dust from the cell. "That's exactly what it is... A trick. Don't move. He wants you to think you can escape, but... you can't. No one can." She believed frightfully.

"Aye. We'll see about that." He took a step off the platform, canning her concerns.

"Don't! He'll hunt you down…Never mind what's waiting for us outside."

"Hades has already done his worst to me." Killian dismissed, desperate to find his way out of this cell to find his friends who had summoned him here. He could briefly remember bits and pieces of the conversation, he knew that he could hear the Saviour's voice. His best friend was determined to save him and he wasn't going to let Emma down.

"I don't mean Hades."

"Who, then?" Killian scoffed, what could possibly worse than Hades?

"No. Just don't." She repeated, her face deadpanned and her voice as serious as ever.

"Look, this isn't my first cell. I don't just sit around and rot." Killian pushed, determined not to continue standing there any longer. "Now, somebody's come down here to save me and I need to make her job easier." He stated, still looking around the cell trying to find a way out. "She got me a message so we need to get going. What's keeping us in here?" She looked back down again, eyes full of horror. What was beyond that door? He had hatched enough escape plans in his lifetime to know what he could sneak past.

"Something you don't want to face…"

"Well, I'll be the judge of that-"

"Meg. Megaera." He hobbled towards her with a grunt.

"Time to go, Meg." He waited further.

"Are you mad?!" Meg gawked, Killian leant down and extended his hand to her.

"Perhaps. But I'm the best chance you have. Here. Come on." He encouraged as the redhead whimpered at him, taking his hand shakily and pulling her up from the ground. "Let's go." They shuffled along out of the stone cell and into a long hallway.

Orange and red reflected off the end of the hallway where they could hear loud demonic growling. They turned around and headed down the opposite end of the hallway, sconces lighting the way as the darkness tried to enclose of them. Killian rushed his cellmate forward as she whimpered and panicked as the growling got closer and closer to the opening of the hallway.

"I told you we'll never make it." Meg whispered and Killian stopped her midway.

"We won't but you will. I'll draw the hell beasts away. You run. And once you're free, find Emma Swan. I'm Captain Killian Jones... Captain Hook. Tell her to find me." Meg nodded urgently and continued running down the hallway. Killian turned his head back to where the growing was coming, hearing it come closer and closer to him. His footsteps hit the paving as he ran down the hallway, his breath hitching with the agony he felt within his body. He saw a door along the side of the wall ahead, looking over his shoulder before putting the brakes on and pushing open the wooden door to trick the beast.

Killian slipped through the door, shutting it behind him and locking it. He held his hands against the door, breathing heavily as the exhaustion starting waving through him. He needed to slip past the beast somehow.

"Did you really think you could run?" Killian froze with his hands against the door, feeling the deep rumbling across the floor from the words of what was behind him. He felt the gust of wind sweep across the floor after hearing the shuffling and grumbling. He was afraid to turn around. Fear paralyzed his body. Whatever it was, it was big. He could feel thudding of feet, the dragging of wings across the floor. "This is not the realm of the living… raaviir." The voice spoke again, he could feel dark eyes analyzing every inch of him. "You can't escape."

"What do you know of me, beast?" Killian croaked out as he could see a tail slipping past the door and coming between his boots and the wood. It was not a tail of a small creature of any means, he could see the dark scales rippling up the tail.

"Do I really frighten you so? Even like this?" Killian cautiously stepped around to face the voice that loomed behind him and exhaled sharply at the sight, pure panic and fear washed over his face as he paled. Killian gulped as he stared at the beast, anxiety trembling his legs.

Gentle amethyst-like eyes sit narrowly within the creature's rounded, long skull, which gave the creature a rather gentle looking appearance despite its massive stature. A row of tendrils runs down the side of each of its jaw lines. Its nose is large and has two enormous, warped nostrils and a strong neck ran down from its head and into a slim body, a thick tanned scar dug down its neck and chest. The top is covered in thick, shining, purple and black scales and a row of small spikes runs down its spine. Delicate wings grew starting from its shoulders and end just passed the end at the lower end of its tail.

The dragon slowly stood up, stretching its wings out and Killian almost fell over flinching at the giant creature. The dragon's wings reached past the chandelier full of candles that hung from the ceiling. Its tail stretched out across the room that enclosed around the beast, restricting it from escaping. Killian saw the collar wrapped around her neck tightly, two chains wrapped around its body and lead down to the floor where they were locked with enchantments.

"Hardly a fair fight!" Killian shouted up at the beast, only for it to chuckle quietly.

"Do you really think I chained to this cell to fight you, raaviir?" The dragon lowered its head, bringing itself down to Killian's level as he managed to keep himself standing. "Go back to your cell and stay there." Killian knitted his eyebrows together at the dragon's warning. Why wasn't he ash piled on the floor by now? Why wasn't he screaming while he burnt to death by the dragon's flames. "You are putting us both in danger, raaviir."

"My name is Killian Jones - Captain Hook." Killian angrily corrected the beast in front of him, still panicking and holding his injured body. "What is this trickery beast? I thought dragons served no man."

"We do not. What made you think I was here willingly?" The dragon huffed, being up the dust and grain from the stone floors. "You are being hunted, Ruveyzun." The dragon corrected itself, bringing its head back up and slowly walking around the small man in front of it. His dark leather jacket was torn and battered, rings littered his fingers and it raised an eye at the hook that twisted onto the end of his right hand. "A vugzahd is nothing against Cerberus." The dragon growled, lowering its head back down and flashing its snarling, gleaming diamond-like teeth.

"This is a trick." Killian refused to believe the creature towering darkness over him, the collar burning through the scales of the dragon every time it tugged against the chains.

"I am trying to help you, Ruveyzun. Go back to your cell before you experience something worse than death." It wasn't like the dragons that he had been told about as a boy, or the dragons that had tried firing down at his ship. The dragon was chained up like it was a prisoner to its own master, a danger to the souls around it yet here it was telling Killian to leave without putting him through excruciating pain of being burnt alive. "It is not you who will bear the burden."

Killian stepped backwards as the dragon raised its voice, his hand reaching for the handle of the door to open it and limp out with a struggle. Killian closed the door after him, the dragon satisfied with the man finally taking its advice. It moved back into the shadows of the stone room, slinking back down within the rubble and left wondering to the pirate's fate.

Killian held his breath and looked around down the dark hallways around him. The prison was a maze, there was no way he was going to be able to leave unscathed. From the dark mistiness, a three headed ghastly monster appeared. Killian couldn't move, almost paralyzed with fear. The body of a dog with shaggy black fur stood before him down the hallway, jagged teeth snarling and barking. The dog's tail slowly morphed into a serpent, with a venomous head at the end, and more serpents sprouted from the body, hissing. Killian had to move, he had to run. He had to get his legs working.

When the dog started running towards him, chasing him as if he was a meal at dinner time, Killian finally pushed his feet off the floor. He ran as fast as his body would let him, the vicious monster chasing him down the hallway.

The monster was quicker.

He suddenly felt his body fly forward and across the stone. The three headed dog stood above him, barking and snarling close to his fast. He tried to push himself away, but felt a bone-crushing weight on his arm when the beast rested a paw on him to avoid him moving.

This was how it was going to end.