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Whumptober Day 2

Jinbei x Reader

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"[Y/n], get out of here while you still can," Jinbei instructed as he blocked the door with a bookshelf. His breaths were uneven and sweat dripped from his forehead. "I'll hold them off when they come through the door."

"No!" you protested and pushed a sofa in front of the bookshelf. You were trying to catch your breath yourself from all the running and dodging. "We're in this together. I'm not leaving you."

You could feel yourself walking on thin ice, your heart beating on the edge. You were unable to decipher if the room was burning or freezing because both temperatures slithered across your body. You had the ice of fear running down your back but your adrenaline pumped through your system to fire your ass to get out of harm's way. Either way, your body screamed to get to safety.

"I'll be fine, these guys are nothing," Jinbei reassured you as he went to lift the window up. the cool night slipped into the room after it was lifted up. "It's you I'm worried about. I can't let them get to you."

"I can't just let you get captured either, Jinbei," you said as you did your best to drag a desk to build the barricade.

"[Y/n]." Jinbei placed a hand on your arm.

You turned to him and saw his face full of worry despite it staying strong. Your emotions hit you like a truck and your eyes began to shed tears. You wrap your arms around the fishman, your breath becomes unsteady as you feel fear pounding in your mind. You need him.

"Jinbei..." you mutter as you felt him return the hug. "I'm... I'm scared."

"Don't let fear consume you, [Y/n]," Jinbei told and squeezed you tighter. "You're strong, and you can make it. I'll catch up with you once I can."

You nod your head and let him wipe your tears. You take a deep breath, readying yourself for the journey ahead. The fear in your mind was buried in the back of your mind.

"We're three stories high so you'll have to climb down carefully. Pass the gates, and make sure you don't get caught. Once you get out, meet Hatchi at the lampost, he'll know what to do next. Remember to stick to the shadows," Jinbei instructed. His hands are on your shoulders, and crouching down to meet you at eye level.

"I will." You peck his cheek and give him a small smile. "Don't get yourself killed, okay?"

"I won't." Jinbei returned the smile. It gave you all the strength you need.

A pound on the door brought you back to the reality of the situation. Jinbei pushed the desk against the barricade and held it there. He looked back to you who appeared frozen in headlights.

"Go!" he urged as another pound on the door shook the furniture blocking the door.

Shutting your brain on and moving on instincts now, you rush over to the window and began to climb out. Your heart pounded with each bang on the door. Getting to the ground, you started to run. Your ears started to ring, drowning out any background noise. You repeated to yourself that you needed to keep going.

It got cut short, as you watch the ground rise and hit your face. The impact clouded your mind and the rest of your body met the ground. You lifted your head and saw a figure standing in the shadows. In your struggle, you did your best to glance at your leg which screamed in pain. You were shot in your quads.

Your breath slowly lessened as your adrenaline ran out. Your blinks were slower and you couldn't hear what jibberish the figure spoke. All you could do was think about Jinbei, and how you failed him. He stayed behind for nothing.

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anmylica · 2 years

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Chapter Three: A Certain Shade of Gold

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The lashings and beatings seemed to go on forever, and in some ways that was true. Time had no meaning for the dead. They didn’t change, didn’t progress, didn’t grow. They were only what they were: shades of their former selves. Killian knew this; he wasn’t an unfamiliar stranger with the concept of frozen time. He had never experienced timelessness in quite the same way as this neverending, never-changing torture, though.

The lashes progressed to beatings with a cane. Then came the punches and kicks. Then came the periods of solitary confinement. Killian spent a lot of his time unconscious during those periods. When he was dragged in for another round of torture, he swore he wouldn’t give into what Hades wanted, but it was hard to endure that kind of endlessness. The only thing that kept him going was his faith that Hades had no idea what he was referring to when he talked about Killian’s hope.

Killian had no hope to relinquish. But still, Hades persisted onward in pushing Killian to let go of something that he knew didn’t exist. What Killian didn’t know at this point in time, but Hades knew and recognized, was that hope could take many forms. Death often destroyed hope, but not every form of hope was touched by death.

Time didn’t matter in the Underworld, so Killian couldn’t have said how long had passed since the torture sessions had begun. He had honestly begun to sort of tune out the relentless pain until it was nothing but background noise, a fact which cheered him up long enough to endure the session until he was finally granted the oblivion of unconsciousness back in his cell. Then he dreamed.

He dreamed of Emma, of how they had left things between them as he tried to punish her for going against his wishes with the Darkness. He dreamed of the terrible, harsh words he had said to her during his short tenure as a Dark One. He dreamed of the pain he knew he had inflicted on her family, his friends, and her son, who he viewed to be as good as his own. Those dreams made his heart ache, for he knew instinctively that Emma was experiencing the very same ones as he. Those weren’t the worst he had, however. The worst dreams were the ones where he had returned to Emma, embraced her to him in a bone crushing hug, each raining kisses over each other as rain fell softly down around them. He dreamed of the life they could have had in that Victorian house down by the sea, the children that could have been theirs, the memories they could have made, and the life they could have lived together.

Those were the ones that burned deep within, the visions of could have been fueling the despair he knew to the very depths of his soul that Emma was feeling too. That was perhaps the worst part of this whole ordeal, knowing that she was hurting. He hoped she could move on, that this experience didn’t cause her to reconstruct her walls against her family. He hoped that his love had been enough to change her for the better, to allow herself to have built enough connections between her heart and those who loved her to find solace and peace with his passing. He hoped she remembered him fondly throughout her years, if she even would remember him at all. He hoped he could let her and their blossoming love go.

But an even deeper, darker, more selfish desire reared up and consumed him at that thought. This desire was what had made him stay a pirate after he’d turned to piracy in vengeance for Liam’s senseless death. He wasn’t proud of this desire, but he couldn’t quite tamp it down; he wasn’t strong enough to. Deep down, he truly hoped she would never move on, and when she finally arrived in the Underworld after a long and content life, he could be there to greet her. Then they would both move on to whatever came next, hand in hand as they were supposed to be. He felt this so strongly he nearly burned with the longing, and was nearly consumed by it every time.

He didn’t like to admit this, for he wanted to be selfless with her, but he couldn’t deny it, even if only to himself. Every time he’d think about this, he’d end up right back here to this selfish desire. This was beginning to be his way of knowing how much time had passed since his last torture session because Hades would usually show up after he finally accepted that he felt this way and drag him right back to the throne room and repeat the beatings.

One of Hades’ minions (Killian didn't know his name) had just begun the process for the fifth time when Killian felt his heart skip a beat. He felt a pull on his heart leading to the outside of the throne room so strong he gasped. It felt like his heart had been restarted. He felt more complete than he had since his death, but he didn’t know why. He lurched as another blow connected to his back.

Just before the minion could land another blow, a ray of bright golden light burst through the throne room. A rainbow was left flashing across the ceiling once the golden light passed through, a magical northern lights in a funereal setting. The minion stared at the ceiling, confused, but Killian knew what this was.

“Emma,” he breathed out, love and hope surging through his entire being. Then, he felt a brief pain as the minion gave him a hard blow to his head, and Killian was aware of nothing more.

Emma didn’t see the flash of golden light and the rainbow trailing after it, but the other denizens of the Underworld certainly did. It blew people’s newspapers out of their hands down Main Street, knocked off several people’s hats and forced them to chase after the missing articles. The light and its subsequent breeze ruffled the brunette curls of a pretty blue eyed woman stopping traffic at a crosswalk to allow kids to cross. The light caused a chill to go down a dark-haired man’s spine as he looked up from the notes he was writing about the latest woman who’d been separated from her baby by death. The commotion knocked over an open bottle and spilled a good bit of expensive rum inside a bar that was run by a curly haired man who scowled at the mess as he moved to mop it up. The denizens of the Underworld all stared at the golden light and the rainbow that tumbled after it, and then they looked around themselves in wonder as the Underworld suddenly seemed to be just a little bit brighter.

Rumplestiltskin was the only one of the group who saw the golden flash of light. His only reaction was to raise an eyebrow before stating, “You should start by having a look around. The Underworld is a rather complicated place.”

“I’ll say,” Emma breathed as she took in the deadened grass and the gray husks of poplar trees that grew (were they even alive and able to grow?) stilted around them.

She breathed shallowly, grimacing a bit at the sulphuric smell in the air. The red glow in the sky made her feel as if she had stepped into some sort of Twilight Zone, and there was no way back to normalcy. The entire place felt oppressing and hopeless. How on earth could they possibly expect to find Killian in time to save him? She wasn’t going to succeed, couldn’t even begin to hope that she’d actually manage to change his fate… She started breathing harder, panting at the paralyzing fear, that feeling of being caged in, that suddenly gripped her heart. There was nowhere to run; there was no way out of this realm, and no way to achieve what she’d set out to do. Instinctively, she grabbed at the ring that hung around her neck, and took a deep breath. The sudden panic vanished as quickly as it had come on. It was just the atmosphere. She could do this. She just had to be strong and fearless. She took her first step straight into the depths of Hell.

The group moved forward, as if awaiting their cue from Emma, and went through the archway. They all looked around themselves in amazement. Everything was dead, or at least it looked like it. The colors were all muted, as if they had been bleached away by the decay that permeated the air. After they had walked for some time, they all stopped short. Somehow, without quite realizing how, they had walked right up to Main Street of Storybrooke. It was an exact replica, but there were many shops closed and some minor damage along some of the buildings.

“What is this place?” Snow breathed out, startled by what she was seeing.

“I thought we were in the Underworld,” Emma replied uncertainly, her brow furrowing in confusion. Had they been portaled back home somehow?

“The Underworld takes on the appearance that its lord and master wills it to,” Rumple replied. “For some reason, he sees fit to make it appear familiar to us.”

For some reason, Emma thought that was a peculiar explanation, but before she could think more about why the Dark One’s statement bothered her, her father asked a more logical question.

“Well, where do we start looking?” David asked no one in particular.

“I guess we split up?” Emma suggested, at a loss for what to do next. God, how was she supposed to lead them? This wasn’t Neverland; she was under a completely different set of rules here. She hadn’t even been here for five minutes, and already her leadership was unraveling at the seams. She felt another wave of anxiety wash through her. She had to get it together, or none of them would survive. She mentally shook herself and took a deep breath, trying to ease the anxiousness she felt.

“Well, you can do whatever you wish. I want no part of this. When you’re ready to give up on this foolish endeavor, you can find me in my shop.” Rumplestiltskin moved to walk away in the direction of the place he had just mentioned.

“Hang on! You said you were going to help us!” Emma protested. Wasn’t it just like the damn Dark One to jump ship when nothing in it directly benefited him? She should have just put the Darkness back into him and shoved Excalibur through his chest when she had the chance. She’d have saved herself some damn trouble. Killian really did have the measure of this guy.

“I actually did no such thing,” Rumple responded, turning to address her. “I agreed to open the portal to the Underworld and bring you here. I have fulfilled my end of our deal, and now my services are no longer required. Good luck. You’re going to need it,” he sneered and stalked off in the direction of his shop. Emma rolled her eyes.

Regina scoffed. “Well, we don’t need his help anyway. I think splitting up might be the best way to cover more ground.”

“Regina and I can go check out Granny’s, maybe? Hook did have a room he was renting there, I believe?” Robin added.

“We can go by what’s supposed to be my office first,” Regina nodded. “There might be some sort of census record telling us where to find him.”

“Yeah. That’s actually a good idea. Mom, Dad, could you guys maybe check out the loft on the chance he might have gone there?”

“Yeah, sure. If he’s not there, we’ll meet you all at Granny’s,” David said.

Snow added, “I think it would be a good idea to swing by the library first real quick. It can’t hurt to look in too many places that Killian liked to go, can it?”

“Yeah, we can do that,” David answered Snow. He added to Emma, “Where are you going?”

“That’s fine,” Emma replied to her mother and then looked at Henry. He nodded encouragingly. “I'm going to check out my place, and I think I’m going to go down to the docks on my way. If this whole thing is a copycat of Storybrooke, The Jolly Roger, or some version of it at least, might be docked down there.”

“I’m going with her,” Henry stated.

“Then it’s settled. We’ll all meet at Granny’s in one hour. Hopefully we’ll all find something worthwhile,” stated Regina. They all turned and began walking towards their assigned locations, all the while unaware of the god that was watching them through a magic ball.

Hades kept his watch on Emma as she separated from her friends and family and headed as fast as she could to the docks, her son scurrying after her. His blood boiled at the thought that this woman thought she could come to his domain and upend everything that he stood for. Hades didn’t let souls go; he entrapped them for all eternity. He resolved that Emma Swan was going to join his collection. He would use her, break her, and keep her. After all, what better fate could await a savior than being unable to save the very people they were there to protect?

Hades smiled a cruel, evil smile. He moved to sit down on his throne, stepping over the prone body of her paramour chained to the torture wall. He poured himself a glass of red Pinot noir wine, the finest vintage he could find in any realm, living or dead, and sipped it pensively.

“Panic!” He called out softly. Hades knew his minion wasn’t far off, awaiting his orders for how to react to their new guests.

“You called, milord?” Panic asked as he stepped forward out of the shadows.

Hades took another sip before he answered. “How would you like to cause a little mayhem for our new friends?”

Panic smirked. “All of them?”

“As many as you can get to in one hour,” Hades amended.

“Who should I start with first?”

“The most susceptible. I’ll leave that up to you.”

Panic bowed a very uncoordinated, elaborate bow. “I shall do as you command at once, sir!” The imp disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Hades leaned back in his throne, slouching a bit, and threw one leg over an arm. He sipped idly at his wine for a while, pondering over Killian’s prone body. In order for his plan to start, he had to divert his attention away from the defiant pirate captain. This was, perhaps, the first time he had cut a session with the mortal short since Jones’s arrival in the Underworld. He stayed in that position for several more minutes, contemplating his next move, when a shudder passed through the air. Distantly, he could hear the screams of panic in his streets. He smiled another cruel, evil smile.

With a lazy wave of his hand, Killian Jones was returned to his cell in solitary confinement. He would continue his persuasion of the pirate later. First, he had to make sure Emma Swan started to lose her hope. Killian Jones was the least worrisome of the two in regards to that pesky feeling. Emma Swan was the Savior of the Enchanted Forest; her hope was sharpened beyond a normal mortal’s. Her hope could prove to be her salvation down here, and he needed her hope severed from her to fuel his revenge.

Oh yes, it was time for Emma Swan to be broken beyond repair, and Hades was going to make damn sure that she crumbled. Nothing else would help him succeed as much as this. He stood up and just before he vanished in a whirl of black smoke, he glanced at a clear cylindrical column just off to the side. It was only about halfway full of a swirling maelstrom of kaleidoscopic liquid, but soon it would be full. Then he could begin to repair the tool he needed to finally storm Mount Olympus and get his revenge. But first, he would go to personally keep an eye on proceedings and maybe even introduce himself to his unwanted and unwelcome guests.

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