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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
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I sneer down at my outfit, the whole thing seeming too cheery for my current mood, but the lace gloves on my arms prevent me from changing with magic. Cursing the idiot that created the gloves, I move into my closet, shedding clothes along the way and changing into the darkest things in my wardrobe—a black top with a lace overlay, the shortest skirt I own in a dark gray, fishnet stockings and ankle boots. "Well, I certainly look older," I remark to no one, admiring my reflection for a moment before moving out of my room and downstairs to the front hall. With a smile—darker than any that have appeared on my face before—I push on the front door, expecting it to swing open like usual, but it's stuck fast. "What?!" I try it again, beating on it until my hands are sore, but the wood remains intact. "I'm not gonna be stopped by a hunk of wood!"
I look around me, storming into the kitchen and dragging a chair back into the entryway, using it to smash the glass one side of the sealed door. Once I knew I wouldn't chance being cut, I step through the new opening and begin a stroll through town. "Out of my way," one of the citizens snarls at me, shouldering past. I don't waste any time, wrapping an arm around the man's neck and giving it a sharp tug until I hear the satisfying crack of a broken vertebra, letting the limp body fall to the ground. It's nice for a warm up, but I want more, I want to kill the people that start shit around here and leave it for everyone else to clean up! Snow White, Prince Charming, and their brat of a daughter will be dead before this night is over—with or without my magic, I'll kill them gladly and save myself anymore problems.
"Gold," a girl about my age shouts a few minutes later, her long hair tangled and her mascara running down her face. "It's your fault, you got Vincent killed! You're no better than a tramp!"
"I don't have time for you, Kylie," I snarl threateningly," but if you have a death wish, I'll be happy to oblige." The blonde gets in a fighting stance, her fists brought up like she was ready to box. With another dark smile, I wait for her to make the first move. She strikes out with her right fist and I catch her wrist in both hands, my foot planted in her stomach to make her drop as I twist the arm until it's dislocated and broke in at least one place. "Don't pick fights when you can't win, honey." I bring my foot down hard against her head, sending her into unconsciousness. Someone else can finish her off, I have better things to do with my time.
Gold
When he saw his daughter walking down the street, he realized that he'd forgotten to run and seal the house so she couldn't escape. Cursing under his breath, Gold hurries out of his shop and after the teenage ball of destruction walking in the direction of the Sheriff's station. "Morgan," he calls, hoping to gain her attention.
"Fuck off, old man," she growls without looking back, making quick work of sending Sneezy into unconsciousness and expertly dodging Granny as she runs down the street. It's amazing how little she cared and how easily she dispatched the people in her way. It appears Killian's fighting lessons had stuck after all, but she still doesn't have magic. The lilac gloves fit perfectly, as he knew they would when he crafted them two days ago. He knew she would turn Storybrooke into a ghost town if set loose without her magic intact, but now the most she can do is kill people with her bare hands. Not exactly comforting, but it's certainly better than nothing. He catches up with her as someone bleeding out on the sidewalk grasps her ankle, attempting to drag her down. A small blast of magic from Gold has both of them asleep, Gold barely managing to catch his daughter before she fell to the concrete. She's heavier than he remembered her being, but he's still able to get her back into the safety of the shop and lay her gently on the floor in front of his counter. Maybe it's not the best place in the world to put her, but Belle's sleeping form is taking up the cot in the backroom.
Confident Morgan would be out until he decided otherwise, Gold moves back behind the counter, continuing to pack his potions into a protective case that would keep the fragile glass bottles from shattering and mixing together once they left town. Not long after that, Killian Jones walks into the shop, casting their daughter a cautious look. "Why is my daughter unconscious on the floor," he asks, pointing down at Morgan with raised brows.
"I figured you'd prefer that than having her running around town like she was earlier. What took you so long to get here?" Killian shuts the door, the bell above it ringing and making Morgan shift slightly in her slumber, the sound transferring to her dream. Not wanting a repeat of the other night, Gold uses a bit more magic to make her fall into a deeper sleep where their voices wouldn't find her.
"Well, it's like swimming with sharks out there. The minute one of them tastes blood, they'll tear each other apart." The pirate kneels on the floor beside Morgan, brushing a few strands of hair off her face, the dark hair making her complexion seem pale in contrast. Gold ignores the motion, continuing to pack and letting the Captain have a tender moment with Morgan, knowing it may well be his last.
"Well, count your blessing you're not one of them."
"Why was I spared the cloud's curse?" He has Morgan's head in his lap now, cradling her gently against him even though she has no idea what's happening around her. Morgan lets out a soft sigh, not reacting as Killian lays her head back down on the floor before standing once more.
"Because your heart wasn't in your chest, Dearie." Gold sends the pirate a look that suggests he should have already connected the dots. "It was here in my shop with me." He rests a hand on the satchel holding the organ, hearing the faint sound of its healthy beating. "In protective custody, so to speak." He moves on to the books next, putting them in a different bag after clasping the case containing his potions closed.
"What is it you want, Crocodile?"
"Once I finish packing, I'm gonna take Belle and Morgan to the town line." He moves to his safe, pushing the portrait covering it out of his way. "I need you to find Henry and do the same thing."
"So you still think you're leaving?" Gold chuckles at Killian's disbelieving tone, pulling out the hat and his dagger from the safe.
"Oh, ye of little faith." The objects in his hands join the thick books in his bag. "Tomorrow night, when the stars in the sky align with the stars in the hat, I shall finally cleave myself from this dagger and be on the other side of that ice wall before dawn."
"Are you saying there's a bloody way out of here?"
"Dark One always finds a way." And Morgan had prompted the thoughts of escape when she revealed that she was able to push Pan out of town by splitting a brief hole through the ice.
"Well, if the Dark One is so powerful, why doesn't he magic his grandson to his side?" Killian's sarcasm isn't missed, his bitter tone giving Gold a sense of arrogance even if he feels irritated overall.
"Because that would require me knowing where his mothers have locked him away for safekeeping. Now unless you really, really have no need for that tongue, I suggest you slither back outside into the hostile current and find Henry." He'd moved closer to the pirate as he spoke, poking his chest and forcing the taller man to take half a step back. He holds up a vial of red powder, handing it over to the pirate. "You'll be needing this." Jones takes it from him, stuffing it in his pocket angrily. He's obviously less than pleased to have to do Gold's dirty work, but there's a certain satisfaction Gold gets, knowing the pirate can't refuse.
"You won't win. Villains never do."
"Don't be ridiculous, Dearie. When Belle and the children wake up tomorrow morning in New York City, they won't remember a thing about tonight." He moves back to continue his packing behind the counter, taking care to grab the worn copy of Inkheart and placing it in the bag for Morgan. "I'll tell them the Snow Queen destroyed Storybrooke, whilst I saved everyone I could." He laughs a little, giving Jones a smile. "I won't be a villain, I'll be a hero."
"You really expect Aveena to believe that when she's one of the people in this town that knows all of your little tells?"
"What reason would she have to doubt me?" With one last glare at him and a soft look at Morgan, Jones storms out of the shop, slamming the door behind him. "So temperamental and impulsive, that's what got him in this mess to begin with."
Pup and Fidget
It took a lot to rile the dog up, Fidget had came to respect his cheery disposition, but at this moment, he would gladly give the dog a good scratch. As though being stuck in his human's bathroom wasn't bad enough, now he had to deal with Pup's annoying growling and barking coming from the walk-in closet. Noise carries in this house, the walls not doing their job of blocking the noises out. Irritated, Fidget paces back and forth in the bathroom, the fur on his back standing straight up and his tail twitching impatiently. He's been dealing with that mutt for so long that he just wants to be done with it all, to take his human and run until no one in this backwater town had a chance of finding them. Actually, he'd be happy to leave his human here as well since she seemed to thrive in dangerous situations. As soon as he gets out of this damn bathroom, Fidget would leave everything behind him and start a new life!
He could find a pretty Calico and have a litter or two of kittens, teach them not to trust those useless humans. He lets out a hiss, jumping up to pace the back of the toilet, his claws making a tapping sound on the porcelain. They're nice and shop, Fidget eager to sink them into the soft flesh of Pup's throat, to watch as the life leaves the dog's big brown eyes. Why did his human have to bring that filthy animal into Fidget's home? It's a disgrace to have an oaf lumbering about and eating anything he can get his teeth around. His human's owner should never have allowed Pup inside, he should have been cold-hearted and refused her pouting look. The longer he's stuck alone in the bathroom, the angrier he grows, taking to slicing through the shower curtain with his claws. Then a new noise catches his attention. There came a series of loud bangs just before the crack of splitting wood was heard followed by a short whimper of pain from the mongrel.
So, he'd managed to break out of his prison, how wonderful for him. Maybe he would wander out into traffic and get himself ran over! Fidget's ears perk up when he hears scratching against the bathroom door, the knob barely moving as the scratching gets louder. Of course, Fidget recalls, Pup had quickly learned how to manipulate the doorknob until the doors of the house swung open. The bathroom door is no different, the wood slamming against the wall and the snarling beast stepping inside, his claws mimicking the sound Fidget's had made earlier against the tile of the floor. Finally, Fidget could show this brute just how powerful cats can be.
Gold
Gold hears Morgan gasp, watching from the corner of his eye as she bolts up into a sitting position and looks around her wildly. Gold, standing a few feet away, continues stuffing objects in a bag, sending her an unconcerned look over his shoulder. "Stay still, Morgan, I don't need you collapsing on me," he says, zipping the bag closed before turning to face his confused daughter. The anger that filled her eyes earlier has vanished and he knows that she's been left in a state of confusion as to how exactly she managed to get all the way over here without being shot by someone. Gold crosses the room, kneeling in front of her and removing the gloves that stopped at the crease of her elbow.
"I thought you said you traded the only anti-magic gloves you had years ago," Morgan says, rubbing her head.
"I made a new pair to suit you before the Spell hit. I figured you could do without the guilt of killing someone." She winces at his words, moving to lean against the glass display case. "I take it that I was a bit too late to stop that?" Morgan just nods, too exhausted to do much else. No matter, taking away memories was an easy task and he'd do it if only to keep his child from turning evil quite so quickly. Excalibur has already disappeared, showing Gold just how much his baby girl has changed in the past two years. "I'll go and fetch a blanket from the backroom, you need to get some rest as your magic builds back up." A cat nap would help her get back the energy that the Spell and gloves had drained from her. She's back asleep within seconds, snoring softly when Gold returns with an extra blanket to lay over her. Not liking the outfit her evil self had chosen, he uses magic to manipulate and change it into something that suited her better. A floral print skirt that was a pale peach in color, and white tank top with small black print serving as the background for a rib cage with the dark red heart being the only color, and a pair of white flats to keep her feet warm.
So his plan hadn't worked out in the end, but he just needed to modify it to fit the current circumstances. Once he had Morgan lying down again and made sure she didn't have a fever, he moves to check on Belle. She's still under the effect of his magic, the serene look on her face giving him hope. He turns when he hears the front door open and shut, finding Hook standing beside Morgan's sleeping form. "Henry got away," the pirate says solemnly.
"So you failed. At kidnapping a child." How hard could it be to kidnap a little boy like Henry? If David Nolan and Mary-Margaret could still a child from a dragon, then this halfwit pirate should have been able to snag a boy with no magical abilities or protection.
"Well, perhaps you could say my heart wasn't in it." There was the sarcasm again, something everyone around here seemed to fall back on when they were upset—himself and Morgan included, though Morgan used sarcasm whenever possible.
"The Snow Queen's plan also failed, but mine won't." Gold takes a few steps forward, moving so that he's closer to Morgan to show the pirate just who she belonged to. Gold had raised her, given her a life worthy of a princess, something she never would have had a chance at if Hook had been able to keep her. Hook knows this, Gold can see it in the way he holds himself around the girl. "Enjoy this snowfall, Dearie. It'll be your last." Hook's eyes never leave Gold's in a show of bravado.
"Then grant me one dying wish."
"I'm not in the business of making deals with you anymore."
"Leave Emma and the rest of Storybrooke be. There's no need to harm them."
"When I step over that town line with my magic intact, Emma and Storybrooke will have nothing to fear from me." He takes another few steps forward, gazing fearlessly at the taller man. "As long as they don't get in my way. But I can't make that same promise for the rest of the world." With one last look at the pirate, Gold shoulders past him and to the door of the shop, opening it to look out on the town as the snow continues to fall.
"There's something you should know before this happens." Gold pauses, his overcoat slung over one arm. "After I've been killed, I'll still be watching over my daughter. If you do anything to harm her, just one tiny thing that causes my daughter pain, I'll make you wish you had died years ago, Crocodile." Gold says nothing, pausing in the doorway a moment longer before stepping outside and allowing the door to close behind him.
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