Killing Mary Sue
This is written by Lycosdracos, Jackfan2 and Rat.
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Part 1, Rat written
Introducing the Evil Mary Sue
Far above the waters, standing on a dark jagged cliff with arms raised to the night, a young woman with long flowing dark hair chanted in an ancient language. Heedless of the rain as it pelted her face and matted her dress to her firm body, the words rolled from her tongue as if she had spoken them all her life.
She wasn't that young actually, nor was she that beautiful. What could be said of her looks? Well, she was neither very young, nor was she considered all that beautiful. Passable was the word people used to refer to her as. Looks were one thing, but she didn't have to be ordinary. No, she knew the tricks to become what people commonly recognized as beautiful. She knew how to dress, she knew how to do her hair, and she knew how to get a man. The getting a man was the most important ingredient of the mix, for what was a woman if she did not have a man at her arm?
The determination of which man she chose depended on her mood. Earlier today, as she rode through town in her carriage, she looked out the window and contemplated whom it should be. It could not be just any man, nor could it be the one man she desired above all others. Commodore Norrington stood out of her reach, but if she could pull this off, it would bring him closer than he'd ever been before.
She would ensnare his nemesis, the Pirate Captain the Commodore lost from the gallows. The same Pirate Captain to seemed just as out of the Commodore's reach as she was to the Commodore. She would ensnare Captain Sparrow.
Mary looked up into the dark clouds above her, opened her mouth and drank in the stinging rain as she raised her voice to the wind. "Iopterra Thysanura Dipluran Phasmatodea." She invoked the names of the elder gods, and shivered at the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her veins with the knowledge of their presence. In her hand she held a tattered wanted poster with Captain Jack Sparrow's likeliness drawn upon it.
Facing each direction in turn, she invoked the power of the elements around her, the ocean, the rock, the lightning, and the wind. "By the dark depths of the sea, I call upon the glamour to make me more than I am, bring the Sparrow to my breast, everything that is the man, make him my own to command."
The wind whipped her long scraggly hair to her face one last time before becoming a torrent around her. And the glamour descended, the deed was done. The age on her face dripped away like wax, her hair became the color of fire and sunsets, and her eyes shown green as emeralds.
Beauty cloaked her in it's fine and icy fist, all she needed to promise in return was the soul of a man. Captain Jack Sparrow. He wouldn't know what hit him, he'd follow her to the ends of the earth, he'd fight the leviathan its self if she asked him to bring her it's tail. And she would ask. She'd ask all that and more before she was done with him.