The swords being hit could be heard miles away from the Jolly Roger. Killian wanted to kill the crocodile after so many years of torment, but he knew the croc didn't deserve such a quick fate. Even one cut from Excalibur would kill Rumpelstiltskin, and he'd bleed and bleed until he'd eventually die. Killian let himself get cut by Rumpel's blade, but Killian's skin mended and healed right away. The cruel laugh that was once Rumpelstiltskin's was now Killian's. The two of them fought hard for thirty minutes, Rumpel cringing every few minutes. Killian finally said, "Getting tired old Crocodile?"

Rumpelstiltskin didn't reply, it would be a waste of breath to reply. He was old and extremely exhausted. Rumpelstiltskin blocked a few more blows, but he lost his grip on his walking stick and fell. Rumpel tried to stand, but he couldn't, he reached for his walking stick, but Killian stepped on it. "You're still the same coward," Killian taunted.

Henry, Regina, and Mary Margaret rushed to Mr. Gold's shop. Regina slammed the door open and yelled, "GOLD!"

Henry called out, "Grandma? Belle?"

The shop was ruffed up, glass was scattered on the ground and nothing was placed in the right place like Belle usually kept it. Regina and Henry searched the back, while Mary Margaret stayed at the front as she looked for any clues. Regina finally declared, "I can feel Emma's dark magic here, and there's another trace of magic, but I don't know whose it is."

"Could it be Killian's magic?" Henry asked.

"But Killian doesn't have magic.." Mary Margaret said.

"I did notice a trace on him when he came to your apartment," Regina said.

"How would Killian get dark magic?" Henry said confused.

"Are there two dark ones?" Mary Margaret said.

A memory from Camelot:

The black liquid reformed making Killian Jones. He held a straight face and Rumpelstiltskin greeted him. He said, "Hello new dark one."

"No. This can't be possible, why does it have to be the Crocodile in my head?" Killian said.

"Would you rather me be someone else?" Rumpelstiltskin said as he turned to Emma.

"Emma?"

"Yes, Killian it's me. You have to accept this is who you are," The Emma that stood in front of Killian said.

"N-no it's not you, get out of my head. I don't need dark magic."

"I guess you'd prefer me instead," the apparition said as it turned into Rumpelstiltskin.

"I don't need you, I need the real Emma. I don't need magic."

"Really? You don't want revenge that has been bugging you for centuries."

"-," Killian didn't reply.

"I can help you."

"Help me? All you are is an annoying voice in my head."

"You know you want to kill me, and I can help you."

"How?"

"The first step is to accept who you are."

"Who am I?"

"A dark one."

Emma gave back all of Killian's memories, but i pained her. Killian didn't need to be a dark one, but she could never lose him. Emma was bored and she needed something to do as she waited for Killian. She might as well play with her new toy. Emma forced Belle to do whatever she wanted, and it was fun. Emma forced Belle to make a gourmet meal, slap herself, and if she ever saw Rumpelstiltskin she'd hate him immediately.

Thank you so much for reading my story! I'm going to continue to keep these chapters relatively short, but I hope you guys like it so far. Please leave a review it really helps, and tell me if you want me to continue this story or any suggestions you have. Thanks! lm1212