Broken

Bad Form

Alexandra
"Go, Mr. Smee. Take the crew to the bar to celebrate. Don't wait up." Hook commands, a fake smile plastered to his face. I've worn that face several moments of my life.

I'm currently sitting in the crow's nest waiting for him to be left alone. Just to catch you up, the curse is already broken, and we are all in Storybrooke, Maine in the year of 2016. I am a Hunter hired by Black Beard to assassinate Hook after discovering where he hid his treasure... Using any means necessary. Pulling out a piece of paper, his expression saddens, and he begins unrolling the parchment. I see a drawing of a woman, and I realize that it is of his late love Milah. Hook clears his throat before returning the drawing to his pocket and taking a swig of his rum. I drop down in front of him, taking in his five foot eleven height against my five eight. As I look into his sea blue eyes, I see myself; a sad, angry, broken, unloved being that was dealt the wrong cards in life.

"Come to do me in for Black Beard? Hate to disappoint, luv, but you're not the first. Although, I must say, you are the most attractive." He says with his cocky demeanor.

I shoot daggers at him, and he pulls out his sword from his belt as I grasp mine from my back. I lunge a stab at him, and he parries it to the side. We circle, and he swings a diagonal line, aiming for my chest. I step in and block before we back away and circle some more. We each swing down, then up, and then down again. After the third strike, I swing downward at his head, and he blocks immediately before pushing me into the mast. Afterwards, he pulls the sword from my hands and pins them above my head.

Leaning into me so he is pressed against my chest and his face is near my ear before whispering, "You know, luv, if you wanted action, we could skip all the foreplay and just take it straight to Captain's Quarters."

I knee him in the thigh and rechamber before roundhouse kicking him in the jaw. As Hook falls, his head smashes into the side of the ship and knocks him out.

Killian
I awake tied to my bed below deck in the dark except for the candle on my desk which reveals the same woman from earlier... And she's twirling my hook around her finger.

I scoff in disbelief before arching my brow. "Don't you know it's bad form to take a man's hook?"

She steps into the light and I take in her appearance. She has straight black hair that is pulled into a braid, naturally tanned skin, and blackish brown eyes that show the story of someone who's lost somebody close to them... The same as mine. She's dressed in black leather combat boots, black skinny jeans, a red t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.

A sexy ass smirk comes across her face. "Didn't you know it's bad form to pin a lady against a mast?"

"Clearly, luv, you and I were raised very differently. " I mock with a grin.

"You think you're funny?"

"I think I'm adorable." I reply with a chuckle before becoming serious again, "Why'd he send you?"

"Where did you hide your treasure after the curse?"

"Now why would I tell you?"

"Because I can be very... Persuasive."

"I have no doubt, luv, but I can't help you with the treasure."

"Where is it?"

I quickly evaluate my options of telling her the truth or lying to her.

"We pulled our last job, and I just cut my crew loose, each with their own cut." I tell her truthfully.

As she opens her mouth to reply, a voice booms from the opening to the deck, "ALEX!"

I recognize the voice immediately... It's Black Beard. He appears below deck with us.

"Where's his treasure? And why isn't he dead yet?" Black Beard questions.

She, Alex, looks at me, and I plead with my eyes that she believes me. "He hid it on Neverland."

Black Beard growls, "You're lying." before going to punch her in the face.

Alex ducks his swing before pulling him into a clinch and kneeing him twice in the gut. I wince in pain for him when she grabs his hair and smashes his face into the desk until he slumps to the floor. I grin at her. She's got fire, and I know then the thing I didn't know was possible... I am in love again... Shit.