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Beyond Here Lies Darkness	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 3724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 7
- 8
- 9
There is a split second moment, where Emma reaps the rewards of having shocked the man known as Captain Hook. A moment where she sees his eyes widen, his lips part on a gasp, the man actually gaping at her in a slack jawed manner. Once such a look on his face, his shock downright comical, might have made Emma laugh. Now instead, she feels something break inside her, the cracked walls she has used to keep her feelings in check, ripping apart. And with their collapse, her face crumples, Emma already bringing her hands up to hide behind.

But there is no hiding the fact that she is crying. Not from him, and not from herself, Emma openly weeping. Feeling the many tears slick her cheeks, big fat drops that don't want to stop, and Emma is choking on a hiccup of sound. Half laughing, half sobbing, and resenting how humiliating this all is. Because it is, Emma hurting and hating how weak this crying makes her seem. It doesn't matter that she's held off for days now, that she's kept her inner grief and turmoil limited to angry screams. Emma hates that she cries for any reason, but most of all she despises that Hook is here to see.

And yet she is unable to stop, the great sobs thundering out of her. Emma shakes with the sound, actually trembles with it while underneath Hook. Curses his timing, wondering why fate could be so cruel as to allow Hook to surface just in time for Emma to have a complete and utter emotional breakdown.

It's the first real cry she's had, the first attempt Emma's made to voice her sorrow. Her muffled fight to not cry before hand, the draw that had reached past the darkness, to bring Hook to her, is nothing compared to how she cries now. Emma doesn't know it, might not have even cared if she had, but her tears were what had brought Hook back. Her tears, and the concern he feels for her, the sounds she had been muffling, reaching deep within to draw him out.

In fact, Emma is not even really sure that this is Hook that is on top of her. She is afraid, far too frightened to truly hope, and the darkness has hurt her so many times already. Emma's not even sure this isn't some sick trick of the darkness, that that thing isn't playing some twisted game with her, wanting to wring out everything from her, even her emotions until she is all used up.

She's too upset to truly think. To notice the differences in behavior. She doesn't know that the darkness isn't good at acting, and is incapable of holding back on it's urges. She doesn't think to notice that this is the longest it has been on top of her WITHOUT molesting or abusing her in some way. Exhausted on all levels, Emma's too tired to realize the body on top of hers is NOT aroused.

Hook's not at all excited, and once he would have been astounded at the mere idea that finding himself on top of Emma Swan was anything but arousing. But it's not, and he's not, the man cringing as he listens to her sobbing. Hook, or Killian as he once was known, feels a great many things. Shock, horror, and most of all anger. He hates that this strong woman has been broken so, that his own body had been instrumental in hurting her. He can't stop thinking how it's all his fault, doesn't even try to cast some of the blame on Cora. It was his revenge after all. His revenge that had driven him to find and use the dagger. His hand was just as dirty as that red haired bitch's, but Emma was the one paying the price for HIS sins.

He can't even think on how to comfort her. Doesn't know how to save her from the fate Emma's been delivered into. Killian doesn't even know where the darkness has gone, but he doesn't believe it's retreat is anything but temporary. Rightfully fearing it's return, and what it will mean for Emma, Killian not even sure he should try to touch her anymore than he already has. How can he with a hand as dirty as his, a hand the darkness had used to do God knows what to hurt Emma.

Killian doesn't know exactly what has gone on, but the fact that he and Emma are both naked, is as good an indication as anything else. And then it hits him how wrong it is, how he shouldn't be on top of her clothed, let alone naked. Not after what she's been through, Killian lurching off Emma faster than he can breathe.

She doesn't stop crying, even after he's left the bed. Killian stands with his back to her, cringing at the sounds she makes, the pure tired grief she lets out. He looks around the room, at the mess that has been made, but it's noting compared to the mess the darkness has made of Emma. It's not so much how she is on the outside, but the inside that has been damaged, and Killian can't begin to imagine how to fix it.

As broken down as she feels, Emma is still aware when Hook or the darkness as she fears him to truly be, leaves the bed. She doesn't feel any relief, having learned first hand how quickly it can return. How quickly it can change it's mind, how fast it's cruel hunger can rear up. Emma has learned to fear every second the darkness is with her, knowing that all it takes is an instant for it to get aroused. Sometimes by the littlest things, such as the time she had bit her lip in an effort to keep from screaming, or the time she had touched between her legs, trying to clean up the mess the darkness had left behind.

Emma's always on edge, trying to hold still. Trying to not draw the monster's attention to her. Sometimes she's scared to even breathe, and the only truly safe place she has is the reality she tries to escape to in her mind. In her mind she can do anything, can act without fear. Her thoughts are the one thing the darkness hasn't been able to claim, leaving Emma free to curse and rail against it without fear of repercussion or of her defiance twistedly arousing it.

She's learned to hold in her feelings, to bite back her temper. To sit and stew in misery, and Emma is still too scared to believe that Hook has returned, that the man has somehow broken free of the monster. Hook's lucky in that way, for it lets the man avoid the tearing into Emma would have normally given him.

But not the scared flinching, Emma reacting in pure fright when she feels the damp wash cloth against her warm skin. It's only her arm, and yet she's jerking away, lashing out with it in a wild swing.

"Easy." She hears Hook say, and Emma would have started laughing hysterically if he had made claims that he wasn't going to hurt her. "I'm just trying to..."

"Trying to what?!" Emma demands in a rude tone, the arm he had brushed the wash cloth over, held against her bare breasts. "To help me?" She scoffs then. "You've done enough."

He doesn't get angry, merely thrusts the wash cloth before her. Emma stares at him instead of the wet rag, her brow furrowed to show her complete lack of understanding.

"It's a nasty scratch." He says. "I don't want it to get any more infected than it might already be." Emma doesn't even look at her arm, staring warily at Hook. Her lack of reaction to what he says, seems to frustrate the man, the cloth dropping to lay on the bed so that Hook can run his hand through his tangled hair.

"You have a lot of blood on you." Hook continues. "Can't seem to see anything that could have caused it beyond that thing on your arm..."

"It's not my blood." Emma tells him, watching Hook blink in surprise. "Mostly." She adds, with a glimmer of a sickly smile that doesn't last, that holds no true satisfaction to it. Hook, or rather the Dark One, simply healed too fast, Emma having broken nails in her attempts to claw at it. She's even gone so far as to break things against it, but even a heavy paper weight to the head, had done nothing, not even to stun it.

Hook was looking at her, at the blood all over her body. Emma could tell he was processing what amounted to a lot of damage for this much blood to have been spilled. The worse part was not all of it was fresh, some of it old enough to have dried. Emma can't remember the last time she's truly taken a bath, a day, two, even three? The darkness has ruined even that experience, insisting on being a hands on participant to Emma's attempts to get clean.

The darkness involved itself in nearly every aspect of Emma's care. It practically demanded it, was fascinated by the oddest of things. Not that it always knew what to do with a human. Especially one it wanted to KEEP. The first days with the darkness had been the hardest, the monster not knowing it was going too far, was pushing Emma past the limits of strength and stamina. It had nearly killed her with the sex, Emma exhausted to the point she had passed out several times in the darkness' arms.

It was during one of those times, that Cora had appeared. That heartless redhead had truly looked amused by what she had walked in on, not so much chastising the darkness as giving it tips to keep Emma alive LONGER.

The darkness had been quick to act on what Cora had told it, might have almost been chagrined at the thought of irreparably breaking it's toy. It learned to control itself somewhat, to not test the limits of Emma's endurance. It actually conceded to the fact Emma needed rest, and plenty of it, if she was going to stand any chance of keeping up with the darkness for long. It learned that humans, even one that had magic inside her, needed food and water on a regular basis.

Cora provided a gloating tutelage, instructing the darkness on many things. Under her guidance, it learned to lessen the force it used when it's temper was aroused so as to not accidentally kill Emma in a fit of anger.

Of course, Cora hadn't just come to help teach the darkness how to better treat Emma. She had come with her own tortures in mind, Cora wanting to tell Emma just some of the many wrongs being committed in Storybrooke. Wrongs that were influenced in part by the darkness' own presence.

It's evil was seeping into the town, infecting the people there. Only those purest of heart, were able to resist it's influence. Those naturally inclined to evil, or those that bordered between good and bad, were changing. Becoming corrupt, acting in malicious ways, stealing, threathening, even murdering. Storybrooke had changed from peaceful haven, to a town whose streets weren't safe to walk at night. And it was ALWAYS night, some magical side effect of the Dark One being given free reign to do much of what it pleased.

The town in upheaval, the chaos was overseen by Cora herself. Naming herself supreme ruler of the darkened Storybrooke, the Queen of Hearts actively sought those too good to turn evil. Pandemonium ruled, those pure of heart in hiding, but Emma refused to believe they weren't gathering their forces. Cora wouldn't be trying so hard to find them if she didn't believe a rebellion was brewing, one that might overthrow her control of the town.

Emma held on to the hope that the dwarves and Ruby, that Doctor Hopper and Gepetto were still out there. That they would unite and fight Cora, find and free Mary Margaret and David. That together these good people would put an end to not only Cora, but the darkness itself. Emma believed this because she had to, the thought that someone would end the madness she had been thrust into, that someone would save her from this nightmare she kept on living, was the only thing that kept Emma from losing her mind.

But a voice whispered deep inside her. A snide insistence that she was wrong to rely on others, to put her hopes and trust in anyone's hand. That she had already been burnt a thousand times, that no one was going to save her, that it was up to Emma to do something but it wouldn't tell her what. And most time she was too tired to even try to figure it out.

She wasn't even moving to take care of her arm, even as she knows the wound is deep and in need of cleaning. Hook tries again, picking up the wet rag, and brushing it over Emma's arm. She starts to jerk away, then freezes at his question.

"Has it really been almost a week?" Emma doesn't immediately say anything, leaving Hook to ask again. "Are you sure it's been that long...?"

And then Emma is snapping, actually snarling at him. "Of course I'm not entirely sure! It's impossible to know how much time I've lost without even the sun to keep track of!" The startled and confused look Hook gives her, makes Emma realizes he hasn't even looked out the cabin's portholes. She makes a rude noise, waving her injured arm in the direction of the nearest porthole. "Take a good look. That's what eternal darkness looks like!"

Killian already knows better than Emma thinks, what never ending darkness looks like. He shivers at the memory, doesn't look towards the porthole instead keeping his eyes on Emma. On her eyes which are flashing bright with her anger. He's not sure that brightness has all to do with her feelings, Killian having felt how warm her skin feels. He fears she is coming down with sickness, might already have the beginnings of a fever.

Emma being laid out with sickness would be making a bad situation even worse, Killian not at all sure she'd survive the darkness in that case. He resumes trying to clean her arm, thankful that the small chest with bandages and various ointments and medicines, hadn't been damaged when the darkness had tore through the bedroom.

Cleaning the scratch, then applying a cream to fight infection, Killian slowly bandages up her arm. She's still got blood all over herself but he doesn't dare try to clean her anywhere else, fearing how Emma would react.

"Are you saying it's been night ever since I..."

"Ever since you disappeared." finished Emma with a glare. "Or roughly around that time." She conceded as an after thought. "Where it goes, evil follows...."

Those words make him shiver, for Killian knows they are absolutely true. The darkness is evil, and is capable of just about anything. But he's not thinking what effect the Dark One might be having on the town, on the people of Storybrooke. His experience is still too limited, Killian only knowing what the darkness can do up close and personal. Emma is just one battered victim of the darkness, and Killian can barely bring himself to look her in the eyes let alone ask exactly what had happened, what it had done to make her this way.

He knows at some point they will have to address it. He has too many questions, is confused over the last sight he had had of Emma, before being locked up by the monster inside him. Emma had been willing if cautious in his memories, but that seductive siren was no more. Now she was angry, and when she wasn't glaring, she looked ready to cry. There were dark circles under her eyes, and bruises amidst the blood. Somehow things had gone very wrong, had gotten out of Emma's control, and Killian wasn't sure how he'd ever have a chance to help her, or a chance to fix things between them.

Since he couldn't face what had happened to Emma just yet, Killian tried to turn the conversation to something else. Something that might be easier to hear, Killian wondering about the fate of Henry and Emma Swan's parents. The boy was probably with Regina, though what condition the child would be in, Killian couldn't guess. As for Emma's parents, he feared they were dead, and yet still he asked about them, needing at least a confirmation of what he suspected.

But when he started to ask, Emma suddenly shifted, picking at the bandage on her arm rather than look at him. "Why?" She asked, with a voice of barely contained anger.

"Why?" Killian wasn't exactly sure what Emma was asking, but before he could even begin to question her, she was digging her torn and ragged nails into her bandaged arm. "Don't do that!" He snapped at her, making a grab for her wrist. She immediately lashed out, as though she had been waiting for him to get close, and Emma wasn't content to slap him just one time.

"Why did you leave me?!" She screamed, and that question was enough to make Killian just sit there and endure her slaps. They punctuated her questions, the words she shouted at him, hurting more than if she had stabbed him a hundred times over with a sword. "Why didn't you stay?! Why didn't you protect me?!"

All her hurt and betrayed feelings were coming out, Emma trying to beat HOOK up for the crimes committed against her. It wasn't just for the abuse the darkness had done. She was angry with Hook himself, feeling as though he had abandoned her at the worst possible time. She didn't understand it, might not have cared if she had known that the darkness hadn't given Hook a choice. All Emma could currently see was that he had left her with a monster, and that nothing was ever going to be okay in her world again.

It didn't matter that Hook had come back. That he was finally here. She didn't know if the darkness would return, didn't even know for sure if it wasn't already here, and just messing with her in some new way. All she could focus on was that Hook had failed her in the most essential of ways.

"I thought we were starting to be friends!" Emma continued to scream out loud. "I protected you from Gold! I kept him from KILLING you after you shot Belle!" She was starting to choke, feeling close to crying again. She was sure by the heat in her face, that she was turning an angry shade of red, and Emma couldn't stop screaming, couldn't stop thinking how she had protected Hook even after all he had done. There was a list of betrayals between them, and yet Emma had thought she and Hook had some kind of understanding. That they had started to move past it, that they might have been becoming friends or at the very least allies. The fact of the matter was, Emma had expected Hook to protect her in turn, if only because he owed her for the saving of his life from Gold.

Some part of her recognizes that she's not being completely reasonable, that maybe Hook hadn't really owed her as much as she thinks. That just makes Emma angrier, as does the fact that no matter how much she hits that handsome face, it never grows ugly, not even in expression. Hook is again enduring her fists and her screams, taking it all the way the darkness NEVER would. And it is at that moment that Emma finally allows herself to truly believe that this is Hook and not the monster playing games with her.

"Why didn't you protect me..." She finally whimpers and collapses. She's fallen against his chest, not caring that he's naked, that she is naked too. Emma is crying again, and that is humiliating too, as is the wish that he'd do something more than just sit there like a statue. She wants, needs comfort, craves for someone to touch her without making any twisted demands of her body in return. Emma wants to remember what it's like to be touched in a friendly manner, with no sex or rape to distort things for her.

Emma cries and she cries, and Hook just sits there. He's not saying much, not even offering up false lies to soothe her. It's still better than what the darkness would have done, how it would have jumped on her at this sign of weakness. But because it's not the darkness, but Hook before her, Emma feels free to press against him and finally give in to all the pent up feelings and fears inside her.

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To Be Continued....

hoo....didn't expect to have eight written THIS soon. But when I went to bed, I started thinking actual lines or thoughts for the Emma POV...and even after I finally did sleep, they were still strong in my head, so this happened. Of course there was some Hook POV mixed in...but it was mainly a Emma POV...

Still gonna insist I dont know when nine will be written. I am determined to work on getting some other stuff done for Once Upon A Time. This fic just keeps promising, just one more chapter and then you can work on something else....IT LIES!

I guess I'm being extra loopy cause I'm tired. XD

----Michelle
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