Heartless

When Cinderella got back outside just for a little bit.  Her eyes were starting to bother her and some rays of sunshine would be good for her before it gets dark.  Although she loved the moon and the stars and the song of night, she just gets lost in them. The stars.  As she walked down the trail to the other side and suddenly the scent just hit her.  ”Mmm! What is that delicious smell?” she said in a ecstatic way.

"Alright, alright." She placed her hands on her hips. "I /can/ think for myself, Hook. I just do not believe it is the best idea, considering the fact that the last time I did that, I lost everything. My plans are not exactly great." 

He grumbled quietly, sighing to himself. 

Tink hissed as the steel met her face, closing her eyes for a moment as a sadistic smile graced her face. She met the eyes of the soldiers, tongue swiping quickly over her lips as she tilted her head to look at Hook. “My apologies.” She breathed against his cheek, chuckling a deep sort of chuckle, a sound rooted in madness as they walked along the soldiers. The way they looked at them, it was inherently obvious that these men had seen such behaviour commonly. They had seen women with eyes dipped in madness, men with viciousness grown into them. How, she wondered, did she make them this way.

Tink had wanted to hold onto Hook, remain in that moment of tiny comfort for as long as possible but the lights came on they were forced into action. The pair of them were almost too good in their roles and Tink had to remind herself that they weren’t exactly acting here. This was who she was; feral, maddened and Hook was as dangerous as the sharpness in his voice. No one was acting. Alliance did not make two people sane. They had simply grown used to each other’s crazy.

Maleficent looked at Tinkerbell like she was meal. She had been looking for her, she had wanted her in the same way that she had Peter. Fifty years ago Tink had just about escaped Maleficent’s clutches only moments before turning into her human form. She despised the witch, everything about her made the fairy’s skin crawl. She was the reason her mind was deformed. She was the reason Tink had turned to darkness. Cut Tink and she didn’t bleed, she oozed. That was on Maleficent. “Splendid,” She replied cooly, “long time no see.”

Maleficent laughed, nodding in her head in agreement but saying not much else. A crow sat on her shoulder, pecking at her horns. “I don’t know what you expect me to do with her,” Maleficent spoke after a while. “I was expecting a war, not a surrender.”

Laughing soundlessly, the prospect of Tinkerbell surrendering was so absurd, the pixie would never go down without a fight. Maleficent must have known that, he certainly knew it.

He almost looked offended at being called a 'prick', eyes lifting a moment from his hook and to Tinkerbell, smirk growing on his face. "I'm sure you'll think of something creative, dear Queen.

I don't think our rebel leader realises how much trouble she's in." 

Hook earned a small laugh from the witch, graceful and delicate but completely malicious in intent. The time was drawing closer when Hook would really have to decide where he stood either way he was in trouble, betraying Tinkerbell meant being enemies with someone who he cared for and going against Maleficent put himself and his crew in far more danger than he could imagine. 

The witch suddenly rose from her chair, elegance and poised, chin tipped upwards as though everything that required her attention was not even on the level of earth. Footsteps light against the steps while her cloak trailed behind her, metallic and ebony blue in colour, Her hand drifted from within the folds of her dress out towards Hook. Her eyes fixed on Tinkerbell, magic tingling at her fingertips. 

"Also, might as well start off with you. Have you seen a tall, ginger guy with big muscles, running around?"

In the hopes of either having Meg as canon fodder at some later date or even an innocent hostage in extreme cases he genuinely hoped all this would pay off. "You're going to have to stay with him, listen in to his conversations, espionage. Think you can handle that?" he challenged her Meg seemed like a strong woman but unfortunately this man she was trying to take down was probably stronger with men at his beck and call. "I'm sure the man doesn't live in his bar... stay at an inn for now."

Propping his legs up on the table and one on top of the other he cracked open a bottle of rum. "Find out who or what he really wants and you can trade your soul back for it. Then you give him no other choice of getting whatever he wants unless he accepts your deal. Aye?" 

After fifty years on an island with many different people and remembering her past just now, Megara decided saying she loved that specific someone was not as hard as she used to think.

"You made the wrong deal then. The best ones are the ones your pretty face can twist yourself." If Meg made the deal then she sets the rules, obviously if they were going to have to do some preparation to back the man into a corner before he could make the deal and leave him no choice but there was always room for movement in deals, nothing was set in stone especially from word of mouth.

Megara thought about anything that could be important. “He is evil, cynical and has anger issues.” She shrugged. “Do you need anymore specifics?”

It didn't seem like such a good idea to get in trouble with the god of the underworld since Hook was relatively sure he has a place there, since Meg really seemed like she was in trouble and he was partly to blame for it he might as well give her a hand...

He smiled then, locking his arms behind his back with a wicked look in his eye. “Oh but Captain,” he leaned forward. “I highly doubt that.” Even as Peter, his swordsmen-ship still was quite superior. Perhaps they were equal even, but it had always been easy to catch the Captain off guard by saying something he knew got to him.

"Whatever you want. Just help me save myself." She hated being desperate but no one could be worse than Hades in her eyes.

"He said one thing and now you're paranoid."

Brows furrowing at the mention of his 'real name', of course he had one, not one that he was so willing to share with everyone though since some people Pan, had taken to calling him other things based off his real name. One of the things which annoyed him most.

"No you're right, I wouldn't do anything of the sort for free. So I'm supposed to help you save yourself from this evil man. You owe me."

"Not quite so alone as you." he muttered to no one in particular before turning back to face Pan, anger passing across his features. Taking a some steps forward, height to his advantage, he squared up to Pan.

"Don't push your luck, boy." Hook eyed the dagger in his hands being dragged across the woodwork, practically hearing the ship screaming in pain. 

"I am only holding back for the sake of your damn girlfriend. Otherwise you'd be tied to the mast and your guts would be spilling the deck by now."

"Let's get something straight, sweetie." He took a step forward, standing by the crew she knocked out. "My ship, my orders. Don't step out of line again."

"I tried to learn if he remembered or not. He showed no sign of remembering or not remembering until…" Meg shivered, remembering Hades’s snob remark. Your soul is mine. Indeed, it was. This could not be a coincidence according to Megara. “He must be remembering. I don’t know how to get away from him.” 

Hook must have thought she was an idiot. He could just say ‘quit, then’ but quitting was not an option. She could not return to that bar and just say ‘I quit, Hades’. The consequences could be catastrophic. “He owns my soul. He is an ancient being who is from Mount Olympus. I’ll do anything.. Just help me.”

He shrugged, turning away and looking out the window, raising the bottle of rum to his lips. "Are you drunk? If you aren't, I am."

Hook was really not interested in helping Meg, he'd already had a fun night of vandalism with her, the captain had helped her enough.

"I was wondering where I could find Captain Hook." Megara realized she didn’t know Hook’s real name in that moment and it frustrated her. His name couldn’t be Hook. What kind of mother would name her son ‘Hook’. No, it was about his lost hand but what was his name?

"You are looking for Captain Hook, eh?" The pirate smirked immorally and held Meg’s wrist tighter than she’d have let him on a normal occasion. "I’ll take you to the Captain. It was about time a woman came to-" As the pirate kept going on and on about how the Captain needed what a Captain needed, Megara did not protest. Who knew? Maybe he would not take her to him if he did not think she was a whore. "Captain, you have a pretty visitor. Maybe you can visit me when you’re done, sweet girl." He said and closed the doors behind him. Megara tried her hardest not to throw up. Disgusting man.

Hook’s face when he turned to see who the visitor was priceless. Judging by the smirk on his face, Meg thought perhaps he really was waiting another woman but she had no time to waste. “I need your help. I’m in big trouble. You can’t even imagine how big it is.”

Halfway through changing shirts he heard the door swing open and he gave the man a cold glare for not knocking beforehand. Seeing Megara stepping into his quarters he couldn't help the smirk on his face. Shaded by the dim lighting in his room he turned his back to her and picked out another black shirt. 

He chuckled lightly, throwing on his shirt and starting to button it up. 

Mumbling under her breath, Tink grabbed her knife from her thigh and gave herself a few  cuts, giving the impression that they’d been in a squabble. She pulled Hook’s hand roughly to her waist and placed his hook gently against her throat, completely aware that he could slash and have her dead within seconds. Either she was growing to trust him too much or she really had gone utterly crazy.

Standing, she began to walk with him toward the castle, sure Maleficent would have someone on lookout. “I came to your ship, told you about the information and you brought me to her. Any signs of alliance between us was an act on your part. Say whatever you can to get us in there, Hook. And no surprises.”

"If you wanted my hand on your body all you had to do was ask."

No surprises, that was funny, Hook was sure that it wouldn't be him providing the surprises in the chaos of Maleficent's castle. "You know how I love surprises, I'll keep them at bay, for you." 

Approaching the door, he swallowed what fear he was feeling and tucked it away. He was supposed to be a fearless pirate captain but even he couldn't help cowering slightly at this overwhelming sight. Pushing it all back and turning his expression colder, grip tightening around her wrists, the tip of the hook hovering precariously closer to her neck. If he was putting on a show he was going to do it properly. 

The doors opened to meet them and a trio of guards marched forwards, same purple 'M' splattered onto the front of their armor, although they did not seem like their usual soldiers that were found in the village, something far more sinister and mad lurked underneath those helmets. "State your business." One of their voices spoke up, Hook couldn't even tell which.

"Maleficent. I think she'd like to see this one herself." he smiled into Tink's ear. 

She followed Hook, crouching beside him, her eyes on the castle. At some point she stopped assaulting his arm and focused on the near impossible task of getting inside that castle. It was bound to be lined with armed guards, with spells and magic formulated from her pixie dust. Gritting her teeth, she came to the realisation that this was by no means going to be easy. While Tink moved like a ghost, this was a whole lot bigger than she.

"There has to be another way in… if only I could get to my dust." She imagined what it would feel like, flying again. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she pulled her cloak off, imagining she’d blend in quite nicely with the snowy mountains. "We need to get closer."

He nodded agreeing with her, he took some time to think of something but since they could see no other way in but the front door or trying to scale a vertical wall, it was going to have to be the most obvious way.

"I think I'm going to have to knock on the front door. I'll distract and you do what you need to do."

Hook hated being canon fodder... but he saw no other way. If Hook came in peacefully he hoped Maleficent wouldn't unleash the hounds on him quite so quickly and he at least had a small history with her.