TW: Fighting, implied paedophilia and, um............. murder??? Sorry if any of this makes you uncomfortable

Virgil walked down the alley-ways of the Isle, hands stuck in his pockets as he whistled confidently. He left the unconscious body of the person he'd just mugged on the ground. It had been his first time and it had been a little sloppy, especially since he was only ten. In his pocket, his fingers moved to brush against the purse he'd stolen. It was so full, not even jangling under his touch.

The child grinned, waltzing down to a dark shortcut. That's when a fist collided with his face and he fell to the ground. Virgil looked up, his green eyes catching the scene before him. Six men, Captain Hook and five of his goonies. Virgil spat at their feet.

"Give us the money, boy," Sneered Hook, holding out his hand. The young child stood slowly, assessing his foe. He spat in Hooks' hand.

Hooks' scowl darkened and he straightened. "You're Virgilious, right? A weak excuse for Maleficent's' son."

"What does it matter to a bastard like you?" Hissed Virgil, side-stepping a sloppy punch thrown by one of Hooks' men.

Hook narrowed his eyes. "You're on my turf, so scarper."

"Times change, don't they?" Replied Virgil with a smirk. "Get lost, old man, you're a failed pirate who got beaten by a flying boy and a crocodile."

This time the punch collided with the child's' shoulder and Virgil stumbled back slightly. He made eye contact with Hook. "You don't want to do this," He warned.

Hook smirked, grabbing Virgil by his jaw, twisting it to the side slightly. "Your momma ain't gonna save you, Virgilious. No one is."

"What about me?" Asked a familiar voice and Virgil smirked at Hook with a raised eyebrow.

A clang sounded and Hook dropped the ten-year-old, spinning around to see one of his men stumbling away from the most freaky eleven-year-old on the whole Isle. Janus was holding his staff, one he'd personally fashioned. The half-genie, as tall as a fifteen-year-old, stood there with a smirk. Then Remus hollered loudly, screaming one of his catchphrases in the working, 'Purge of the Octopus', smacking a wooden mace he'd spent months whittling into the chest of the one stumbling away from Janus. Virgil kicked Hooks' legs from beneath him.

The fight was loud, probably causing many people to avert their direction away. A pirate snatched Virgil from the ground, hoisting him high in the air. The pirate was large, with a 'lumber-jack' look about him. He looked Virgil up and down. "Boss, he's got a good enough figure, should we take him?"

Virgil gagged, sticking out his tongue in repulsion as he tried to pull away from the man holding him.

"That was the plan, fuck-wit! Take him and go!" Yelled Hook, shoving the crazy son of Ursula onto the ground. "Shove him in my cabin, I, as captain, get to go first!"

Now realising the situation he was in, Virgil paled, screaming as he tried to kick at the pirate now running away with him.

"Virgil!" Shrieked Janus as the pirate bounded further, out of the shortcut and into the main street of the Isle, the marketplace. Villains jumped aside in surprise and, if they didn't, were shoved to the ground. Virgil kept screaming, dangling from the mans' grasp as they got closer to the Isles' harbour.

A young, small Uma noticed her brothers' friend held tightly and she tried to stop him with her friend, Harry Hook.

The large pirate pushed the two of them to the ground, slinging Virgil over his shoulder. "Your father says so, young Hook! Back down!"

"Stop the damn bastard, he's a creep!" Tried Virgil, kicking his legs to no avail.

And then Janus and Remus appeared, blocking the mans' path. He tried to run past them but Janus stopped him with a wave of his hand. "Drop Virgilious," Janus said sternly.

"No, he belongs to us now!" Replied the pirate, struggling to break the half-genie's' magic.

"Then you'll belong Hades. Remus?" Janus turned to face Uma's' son. Neither was smiling, not even remotely. Their eyes were steely cold as Virgil tried to fight his way free.

Remus hefted his wooden mace, that was stained an ugly red. "Virgil, stop moving." He instructed. So Virgil did. Remus smashed the mace into the mans' skull, the crunch sickening. Uma and Harry, who'd been watching, gasped and looked at each other. Both fled to the market, hollering about the murder and the abduction.

.:*:.

Only an hour later, Hook cornered Remus and Janus in the middle of the market square. "You!" He said, voice shaking with rage. "You killed one of my best men!"

"Aw, sucks to be you. How about you fuck off?" Answered Remus, smirking.

Hooks' famous hook caught around Remus's' throat, dragging the child closer as he raised a sword. "I'll kill you!" He screamed when, suddenly, he paused. His arm holding the sword began to shake. The entire crowd scurried away from a scrawny child.

Virgil stood there, face passive as he clawed a hand that laid down by his side. His eyes were a venomous purple and he slowly began to smile. Raising the clawed fist, Virgil slowly twisted his wrist and Hook's' sword arm began to rotate.

Maleficent's' son had never shown any magical ability until this day, even if Maleficent's' tear had been there for several years. And now he was using complex sorcery, with no training.

Hook dropped Remus as his hook and sword fell, entire body shivering as he was enraptured in a purple haze. Captain Hook exploded. His hat fell lazily next to his sword and hook. Nothing else remained.

Virgil's' eyes returned to green and he grinned wildly at his awe-struck friends. He walked over, kicking through what was left of once a feared captain. "Guys, c'mon, I found a really cool place we should check out!"

Remus looked at the hat. "Aw, I don't even get to kick his body..." He whined.

"We can kick the body of the guy you killed earlier, Remus." Sighed Janus. "Let's just go already!"

.:*:.

Virgil shot awake in his room, the black magic that seemed filled with purple ash pulling from his skin. He could smell his room slowly burning and forced the sorcery outlets to flood back inside. Every time he slept, his magic had to unleash itself before it tore him apart. It killed things. That's why he would forever sleep alone.

The villain shook off the same dream he had every night, moving to his wardrobe. It was sizzling, purple embers burning passionately through the window. He opened it, taking his jacket and slipping it over his shoulders. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he sneered at the sharp teeth and the indigo eyes that greeted him.

Darting into the corridor, Virgil saw no one. So he slipped into the room of his best friends. He waited three hours, until six in the morning, before returning to his room.

Virgil let himself shut his eyes and felt the sorcery relish the freedom as it tore his room apart.