A/N: Hello again! I am really sorry for the cliffhanger last chapter, but I think this one has enough drama to make up for it! But you know how I love my cliffhangers!
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Hook was deadly still. He was slumped in the corner, hands tied to the two arms of the chair he was sitting in. Chest free from the rise and fall of breath. His face was pale and his eyes were closed.
She felt as if she was drowning.
Rumpelstiltskin was standing in the middle of the room. His hands were spread wide, welcoming her. He looked just like he always did. Immaculate clothes, clean shoes and time worn face. She would have thought that he would have grown fangs, or that his skin would be an ugly green color, like Zelena's. Something to reflect who he really was on the inside. But no. His hair was unchanged, cane in hand, same suit and tie, and same condescending smirk that had always made her want to punch him in the face.
"Ah, Ms. Swan. How kind of you too join us."
His smirk widened. He looked over at the corner.
"Well. Me at least."
There was no words for what Emma was feeling. It was worse than pure rage.
"You're a monster." she spat.
"I've been told."
Like that was any excuse. Suddenly Emma was filled with a different sort of rage. An incredulous sort of righteous anger. How dare he.
"How could you do this?"
He had the gall to look surprised.
"All of this! Everything you've done since Neal died."
"Don't!" Rumpelstiltskin growled. "Dont say his name."
"I loved him too! And I don't understand how this?" She gestured to Hook, a lump forming in her throat. "How this!" She said again, pointing at him this time, "makes up for everything you did to him while he was alive. I thought you were going to try to be better. To be better for him."
His lip curled.
"You loved Neal?"
"Yes." she whispered. It had been true. She had loved Neal. In another life time.
He laughed. It was a cruel laugh.
"Like you loved him?"
"What did you do to him?"
"I killed him."
"No. No you couldn't have."
"I don't know!" she yelled, flustered. "But you wouldn't just kill him, you could have used him, you could have held him hostage, you could have-"
He was staring at her with a mixture of amusement and mock pity, and she felt that she could live a thousand lifetimes and she would never hate someone as much as she hated him in this moment.
Before she could think anything through, before she could think, she was sprinting towards him, sword in hand. She swung it down to meet him, but as the blade struck the sorcerer's skin it gave a resounding clang!, as if it had hit metal.
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