Author's Note: I had the idea for this story swimming in my head for a while, like when you get earworms from listening to music O.O So I decided to go ahead and write it, and post it. I've even got half of chapter two written already.

Those who are following me, I promise I will finish my other POTC story that's on the works right now. I'm kinda having trouble writing the next chapter. So, I'm hoping that writing a couple of chapters for this story will help :D And those of you who are reading Re: Kingdom Hearts, I super-duper-extra promise that I will update the next chapter soon. And sorry that I didn't get it up in time to celebrate KH3D :( But it's gonna be a long one.

Anyway, enough rambling! Sorry, I'm a bit of a rambler. Enjoy the chapter guys, and please read & review. NO FLAMES! I laugh at them anyway. I'll post the next chapter if I get enough reviews. That way I'll at least know you're interested. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did, I would be hanging out with Keith Richards and Johnny Depp, hopefully learning how to play the guitar. I only have ownership of the OC Evangeline.

Chapter One: Bethlehem Asylum

Very little light shone through the bars into the dreary padded cell. She couldn't move her arms so she struggled to stand up so she could attempt to see the outside world. She could, however, barely see anything through her dirty, matted black locks. He deep, blue eyes looked through the bars as best as she could anyway. She could smell the salty sea air coming from the docks. How she longed for freedom! But, like a bird in a cage, she was trapped there by the abundance of orderlies scattered throughout the establishment.

She could hear a scream come from the cell next to hers. Poor Chelsea, she thought. What are they going to do to her?

She felt horrible for the unfortunate souls trapped here, against their will. Chelsea, who was most likely being carried away by orderlies, was on her childhood friends. She had gone missing some months ago, and it wasn't until she had been admitted here that she had found where Chelsea had gone. She had caught sight of her in the hall on her way to first "treatment" session.

Neither of them belonged here.

After being here for two months, the girl noticed a change in her friend. She became violent, clawing and biting the orderlies, and was officially deemed mad. And it was all their fault.

Seeing what they had done to Chelsea, the girl ultimately decided that she wasn't going to end up like that. She was going to escape with Chelsea, and they would take the next ship out of London, out to open sea, and out of this hell hole.

Just as she was going over the escape plan in her head, she heard the creaking of her cell door, signaling that it was opening. The girl slowly turned around, her eyes wide with fear. Two orderlies started to walk towards her, slowly and menacingly.

At the door stood the asylum's dreaded head doctor, an older man with greying red hair known as Dr. Victor Helmsworth.

"Oh, good morning, Miss Evangeline," he said coolly. He said nothing more, obviously awaiting her response.

Evangeline said nothing. How could she reciprocate his greeting, him being the most hated of all the doctors in the facility? After the things he has done to her and Chelsea? Especially since it was not a good morning at all.

He apparently didn't like her lack of response. "Mrs. Flavisham," he said, sounding hurt. But she wasn't fooled. "It's rude to not reply to a morning greeting. You're supposed to say, 'Good morning, Doctor.'"

Evangeline still said nothing.

Helmsworth sighed. "I suppose I'll just have to teach you a lesson in manners as well." Gesturing to the orderlies, he added "Bring her."

Rough hands grabbed a hold of her slender frame, whittled away little by little due to the lack food in the asylum. Evangeline screamed, trying to escape their grasp. She kicked as hard as she could, screaming even more. She struggled even more as they got closer to a room she hoped to never see or set foot again: the Blood Letting Room.

"NO!" Evangeline screamed.

Wait, she thought. They'll have to take this infernal straight jacket off. I can make a break for it.

She continued to struggle, trying to keep up the act long enough to get the results that she wanted.

The doctor closed the door as the orderlies set Evangeline down and slowly started to take off the jacket. As soon as it was off, and the doctor was closer, she grabbed a hold of a knife that was on a surgical tray set up next to the chair she was supposed to be sitting in when she was being given her "treatment". She pointed the knife at Helmsworth.

"Now, Mrs. Flavisham." Helmsworth was nervous at this point. "You don't want to be messing with that."

"Stop calling me that!" Evangeline shouted. "I don't want to be called that ever again." She was fighting back the tears forming at the thought of her late husband.

One of the orderlies made to grab her, Evangeline quickly spun around and stabbed him in the chest, where his heart should be. The other orderly made the same mistake, and met the same end. As she swung the knife, blood spattered onto the white dress she was wearing.

At the shock of what she had just done, she lowered the knife. Long enough for Dr. Helmsworth to make his move. He grabbed a hold of a scarificator, a small octagonal shaped box with a series of blades placed inside, and grabbed a hold of the girl from behind.

"Nowhere for you to go now," he whispered in her ear. He then took the liberty of running his free hand down her side toward her thigh, sending unpleasant chills down her spine. "It's a shame that you're here really. So…beautiful."

He spun poor Evangeline around and pushed her against the wall, scarificator still at her neck. He only lowered it when he put his dry lips to her neck and allowed his free hand to travel down her thigh.

Evangeline was seething with rage and disgust. She had let her guard down…again. Realizing she had an opening, she raised her knife and stabbed the man in the back. Caught by surprised, Helmsworth let her go, and she pushed him away, stabbing him in the chest. The doctor fell to the floor.

Evangeline, making sure he was dead first, rummaged through the late doctor's pockets, grabbing any money he had and the keys to the doors. Satisfied with what she found, she ran out of the room and back to her cell.

What she found, though, was not pleasant.

She looked through the bars of Chelsea's cell, planning on bringing her along, only to find her friend lying there, motionless in a puddle of blood.

"No!" she shouted, trying hard to fight back tears, but was failing.

Realizing any of the other orderlies could have heard her, she quickly ran down the hall. As she progressed through, she unlocked the doors and avoiding any areas the orderlies where most likely to be. She somehow found her way to the back of the building, and onto the London streets. She looked to her right and saw that she had a clear shot to the harbor. She dropped the keys and ran for the harbor.

Running and starvation where taking its toll on Evangeline. She was thankful that no one had noticed her, which was strange considering how crowded London was. She saw that a merchant ship was loading up, preparing to set sail. With what energy she had left, she jogged over to a cask carrying rum and took the opportunity to hide. Thankfully, the cask was being covered by a canvas, so she lifted it and climbed in. the cask would most likely put stored in the cargo hold, the perfect place for Evangeline to hide.

She felt the cart being lifted, causing her hold on the edge of the cask as much as she could so that she wasn't revealing where she was, or that she was even there. After about five minutes, the cask was set down, the light coming through the canvas growing darker until there was absolutely no light shining through. The grates on the main deck were being closed.

Evangeline dared to poke her head out of the cart, and peered around to make sure that no one else was around. When she was certain she was alone, she climbed out of the rum cask, landing onto the wooded floor with a small thud. She walked over to a porthole and looked out to notice that the ship was beginning to move away from the harbor, away from London. She had done it.

Evangeline was finally free.

For the first time in two months, a tired, grief-stricken, and abused Evangeline fell to the floor, and cried.

A/N: So, I hope you guys enjoyed it. Like I said earlier, if I get enough reviews or at least enough people interested, I will post the next chapter. Don't forget to review. I love reading what you guys have to say, and seeing those reviews in my email brighten up my day. They make me very happy, and motivate me to write more. ^-^ ~Xanthe