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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Season Two: Knowledge is Power
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Season Three: All Good Things
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
- 45-45
- 46-46
- 47-47
- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
- 72-72
- 73-73
- 74-74
- 75-75
- 76-76
- 77-77
- 78-78
- 79-80
- 80-81
- 81-82
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Dark Castle
Aveena stares up at the older boy with wide eyes, wondering how he had gotten into her room without waking anyone. "Who are you," the ten year old asks. There was an air that surrounded the boy that had her on edge ad made her want to cry out for help. "And how did you get in the castle?"
"I'm a friend," the boy answers, sitting on the edge of her bed and holding out a hand for her to take. She does the opposite, scooting further up her bed until her back was pressed against the headboard. He frowns, letting his hand drop to the bed. "Do you have a name?"
"A-Aveena." The moment the word leaves her mouth she's filled with regret. She wasn't supposed to tell her real name to strangers, she was supposed to use the fake one, but it's too late to take it back now. The teen nods his head, standing and walking over to the window to stare up at the sky—more importantly, the second star to the right. He moves so that the upper half of his body is leaning out the opened window to feel the faint breeze that keeps the night cool. "You never told me your name."
"Peter Pan." And then he was gone and Aveena was alone in her room once more.
Morgan
I yell into my gag when I hear Archie screaming from down in the hold, knowing Hook could be torturing him at this very moment. He'd covered my entire body with a blanket to try and muffle the sounds that I would hear and make, but it wasn't enough to block them all out. I wriggle as much as I can, yelling at the top of my lungs until I can no longer hear Archie's shouts for help. Has Hook killed him?
Suddenly the blanket is pulled back, letting me have fresh air and a view of Hook. I kick out at him, but he catches my foot easily, holding them both down and tying them to the footboard. Settling with a glare, I let out a huff. "Relax, the cricket is still alive and unharmed. Do you need to use the bathroom?" I shake my head, unsure why he would ask. "Good." He tugs the blanket back up over my head and I can hear him walking out.
"Bastard," I shout as well as I can, knowing that it was just jumbled through the gag and he couldn't understand me. It made me feel better though and I think that's what really counts.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, Belle's using a sword to cut the ties biding my wrists and slapping my cheeks lightly to wake me up. "Oh my God," she gasps," is this where you've been?"
"Mm-hm," I nod, removing the gag and working on the ties binding my feet. As footsteps creak above our heads. "Archie—"
"I already got him out." She sets the sword and Papa's pistol down and begins to look around the room for something as I struggle with the knot. Hook would walk in any second and I would be no use if I can't get my feet loose. What kind of knot is this anyway? Cursing under my breath as the footsteps come closer, I yanks at the ropes as hard as I can.
"Looking for this," Hook asks, appearing in the doorway with a familiar yellow stole hanging on his hook. Belle spins around at his voice and I begin to work harder.
"That doesn't belong to you." Her voice is a little shaky from the scare, but it grows firmer towards the end.
"Oh, it does now." He smiles a little and I roll my eyes at his arrogance. Can he not have eye-sex with every woman he meets? Frankly, it's a little disturbing to see him do it. Grunting, I focus back on the knot, making a little progress while Hook grabs up the pistol. "My dear Belle, you should've stayed with your books. Real life can get so….Messy." He points the pistol at her head on the last word, making me quicken my efforts.
"I'm not afraid of you and I'm not leaving without that." Hot damn, my future mommy has guts!
"Well, I admire your loyalty, but helping Rumpelstiltskin? I'm afraid you're fighting a lost cause." He sets Bae's shawl down on the desk.
"He needs that shawl to find his son." That's a new development, but maybe he could use one of those tracking potions on it that he showed Charming how to use.
"And what makes you think his son wants to be found? Hmm? I'm doing that boy a favor. I do have a question for you, has he even tried to find Vee since I took her yesterday?"
"Of course he has, he's been worried sick between finding Aveena and a way to find his son! Have you not hurt Rumple enough?"
"I've hurt him?" He holds up his hook for emphasis, waving it slightly in a way that would catch Belle's eye.
"You stole his wife!"
"Tell me something, Love." He moves closer, stopping inches away from Belle and speaking in what I assume is a seductive tone. "If a woman comes to you and begs you to take her away, is that theft?" My breathing hitches at his words, fingers stopping their work for a moment while I fought to decide whether or not he was telling the truth. Had my mother truly hated Papa so much that she would run from him?
"Why would she leave him?"
"Because he was a coward." The seductive note left, being replaced by irritation and anger. "And because she loved me." He steps away, moving over to the desk and picking at the faded shawl with his hook. "I should have burned this the moment I acquired it."
"Why didn't you?"
"Because she made it." I begin on the knot again, biting my lip in concentration.
"I'm sorry she died, but….Vengeance? Vengeance won't bring her back."
"Died?" He chuckles dryly, looking at her again. "Like it was some kind of accident. Is that what he told you?"
"H-he didn't say." Come to think of it, he never told me how she died either.
"No, of course not, of course he'd leave out the most important detail of her passing. He killed her." Hook pushes the barrel of the gun against Belle's chest. "He ripped out her heart, and he crushed it right in front of me. If that wasn't enough of a reason for vengeance, he stole my daughter and told her I was the one responsible for everything."
"No."
"Oh yes."
"No!" Hook speaks in a whisper now and it's impossible for me to hear him, so I push back the feelings that are making my hands shake, and continue to work. The knot was nearly untied now and if I could just see clearer I might be able to get it. I move to look under the bed, spotting my glasses and picking them up—I have to wipe some dust off the lenses before I put them on, but once they're in place, I can see everything clearly again.
The second the knot is untied, I leap off the bed and against Hook's legs, making him fall backwards and down into the hold where he kept Archie. "That's for kidnapping me, you ass," I shout, hopping up and running with Belle out the doorway and up to the deck. "If you get killed, Papa will go psycho." Belle gives me a dry laugh, nearly running face-first into Hook when the pirate jumps in front of us and blocks the only way for us to escape. "How in God's name did you manage that?!"
"Oh, I know this ship like the back of my…." He trails off, gesturing to his hook. "Well, you know. I'd suggest you give that back to me now." I snatch the shawl out of Belle's grasp, holding it tightly to my chest. There's no way in hell I'd give up the only thing that would let Papa see Bae again.
"Or what." All of us are shocked when Papa comes into view, a hard set to his jaw that I've only seen when he's really upset. Hook makes a satisfied noise, turning to face Papa.
"You look different in this world, Crocodile. Like the coward I met so long ago, limp and all."
"And yet, you still can't kill me."
"Let's have it, Dark One; what magic will you hide behind today?" Belle grasps my wrist lightly, tugging me to the side so I wouldn't be in the crossfire when the inevitable fight begins. Papa laughs, shaking his head.
"Oh, not magic." He brings his cane up, smashing the rubber tip against Hook's face and knocking the pirate down. I jump, backing until I feel the side of the ship preventing me from going any further as I watch Papa beat Hook with his cane. I've never seen him this angry before and it scares the shit out of me. I don't pay any attention to Belle when she takes the shawl from me or tries to disrupt the fight, I only see Hook's bloody face contort in pain as Papa continues to beat him—now using the handle to cause more damage.
"This is what you came for," I hear Belle shout," this is what's gonna get you back to Bae!"
"You're wasting your breath, Love," Hook grins as Papa lowers his cane. "He can't resist. He has to prove that he's not a coward even if it means subjecting Vee to this." Papa snarls down at him, the noise sounding like it came from a beast instead of the man I associated with deadly calm.
"Look away, little bird," Papa demands. "This isn't gonna be pretty." I wince as he brings the cane down again, covering my face with my hands.
"Do it," Hook shouts between grunts of pain," do it! Kill me!" He's laughing now, making me look up with tears in my eyes. Papa stared down at Hook in anger, looking like he was ready to strangle the pirate. "He has to show you how powerful he is." I stay where I am, clutching the railing behind me tightly.
"Papa," I cry out, voice breaking," stop, please!"
"Rip my heart out. Kill me like you did Milah, and then I'll finally be reunited with her and Vee can realize how much of a beast you really are." Papa lets go of his cane, kneeling beside Hook and wrapping his hands around his throat.
"Stop it," I scream, squeezing my eyes shut in case he didn't listen to me. "Just stop it and prove that you aren't bad like he says!" Breathing hard and feeling sick to my stomach, I sink to the floor. "Show me that what everyone says about you is wrong—that Belle and I know you more than anyone else. You're my papa….Where's the man that raised me?" After a moment of silence, Papa begins to talk.
"You take your little ship and sail until you fall off the edge of the world. I never want to see you again." I open my eyes when I feel a hand take mine, Papa helping me to stand and half supporting me as we walk off the ship.
Later That Night
Papa pulls the car to a stop a few feet from the town line, holding tightly to Bae's shawl as I do the same to my necklace. There was enough potion that he was able to pour some of it on the necklace, so I could go with him to find Bae. I'm still mad at him, but I could understand why he did what he did. "My daughter and this shawl would have been lost if it wasn't for you, Belle. Iwould have been lost. After everything you've learned about me, after everything I've done….Why haven't you given up on me?"
"I learned a long time ago," she answers earnestly," that when you find something that's worth fighting for, you never give up."
"Get a room," I groan as they lean in to kiss, getting out of the car quickly so I don't have to see the display. It was bad enough with Hook, but Papa's affections were downright disturbing. The couple joins me a few minutes later, Papa winking at me as I loop my arm through his. "We're gonna have us a nice long talk later about when it's okay for PDA." He chuckles, taking holding Belle's hand in his free one.
At the edge of the line, we stop so Papa can pour the last of the potion on Bae's stole, the yellow glowing a faint blue and magic humming for a second before it went back to normal and he tosses the empty vile to the side. It was the same reaction my necklace had, making me clench it even tighter. Unsure, I take a few steps back, deciding to let Papa be the Guinea Pig this time. "Here we go." He steps over the spray-painted line, the same blue that had enveloped my necklace and Bae's shawl covers him and I hold my breath as he face Belle and me again. "Belle," he smiles," little bird."
I give a relieved laugh, leaning against a tree and letting my necklace fall back into place against my chest and letting the couple have a mushy 'I wish I could go with you' moment. My relief is short-lived however when a strong arm wraps around my neck and crushes my back against their chest. The familiar scent of Hook fills my nose and before I can shout a warning, he's already shot Belle. The brunette falls forward across the line into Papa's arms. "I wouldn't count on it," Hook growls, squeezing me tighter against him.
"Belle," Papa shouts, lowering her to the ground. "Belle!"
"Who's Belle," she asks in confused pain and fear. I can feel my knees try to give out on my, but Hook keeps me standing.
"Oh, fear not, she'll live. She'll just have no idea who you are."
"What you've done cannot be undone," Papa sobs, panicking as he moves Belle back over the line.
"Well now you finally know how it feels!" He stretches out the arm that wasn't holding me in place, daring Papa to hurt him. Anything Papa did to Hook would hit me to, but he wouldn't be thinking of that in this state and that worried me. Would he kill Hook and me? Apparently so because when he raises his hand, there's a ball of fire waiting and ready to be thrown.
I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse when a car speeds forward—it makes Papa forget his vengeance and cover Belle, but the car hits Hook head on and Hook takes me with him over the car, having turned just right so he took most of the blow. Everything hurts when I hit the ground again, landing on my arm wrong and feeling the bone snap as I continue to roll down the small slope until I come to a stop in the ditch.
Breathing is hard, my knee was throbbing and there is blackness tinging at the edge of my vision. I stare up at the sky, feeling blood trickle down the side of my face ad into my hair. There seems to be double everything, the visions appearing side by side and kind of wavy like in a funhouse mirror. I groan, trying to move but unable to do so without pain lancing through me.
Why can't I have a normal life without evil queens, psychotic fathers, and big accidents on a regular basis? It's like the stars have aligned and decided that they hate me and want to make me suffer. Well, fuck you, stars. I'm a people and we people don't just lie down and take it. Okay, so I'm lying down right now, but that's only because it hurts to twitch.
I groan, looking around without moving my head. My new glasses are cracked and half off my face which doesn't help me see anything more than a few feet away. Sirens in the distance allow me some relief—knowing that help was close, I close my eyes and take a breath. They'll find me in time.
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