Note: Yaaaaay! Back to KF/Rob!
Ugh, I'm sorry. I haven't been updating up here like I have been on Deviantart. I'm sorry. *bows*
Anyway, this is my latest KF/Rob story, set in the universe of Pirates of the Carribean: On Stranger Tides. I got seriously inspired to do this after I saw the movie, but just haven't reached the right moment to do it. Until now. Don't worry for those who haven't seen the movie; I won't spoil anything big. I planned on switching things around anyway so you won't know what's spoiler and what's not! :D
This is gonna be multi-chapters so I'd be ecstatic if you guys stayed with me 'til the end! ^^
P.S. I don't own any of the characters nor do I own Pirates of the Carribean (POTC)
Just moments before, Wally West had been attacked by mythical creatures he believed not to even exist and almost died via drowning. He is a semi-priest, believing in the ways of God, but not always sticking to the righteous path, and had thought that he did not even belong on a pirate ship. He thought that he had a firm belief of what was right and what was wrong and could stay clear of temptation he knew was truly not good for him. But as he stands in the cool, shallow water that hardly reaches his already soaked kneecaps this night, he can't help but think-
I am so going to hell.
In front of him is one of the mermaids that had just tried to kill him, seemingly frozen in place, staring back at him intensely. Wally can't help but stare back at the beautiful creature with its raven hair whose wet strands cling tightly to its forehead, slightly covering its deep, aqua eyes widened with fear that shone brightly even in the dimly lit air. His eyes can't keep from traveling further down the creature, from its eyes to its rose-red, barely-parted lips from which air escapes through, to its rapidly rising and falling chest the color and seemingly as smooth as precious fine china. Yet for a moment, the semi-priest's awed-inspired thoughts are interrupted by a shocking realization.
It's...a dude?
He's temporarily stunned by shock, but it soon passes over him and he continues with his observations. He wonders why this amazi-ideadly/i creature hasn't tried to get away yet. As his eyes float down its tail with scales that shimmer all shades of blue exactly like its eyes, he finds the answer to his question. There is a sword sticking through one of its pale fins, the sharpness of the blade drawing crimson blood from within it.
How did this-?
He looks at the bronze handle and sees his own hand gripping it tightly.
I did this.
He feels a twinge of guilt, but tries to push it away from his hear. That creature's sisteren or brethren or whatever had just tried to kill ihim/i and succeeded with several of the crew. How could he feel sympathy for it? How could he care whether or not it felt pain or agony? But he does and it causes him to withdraw the blade from his victim and toss it away to the side like a filthy piece of garbage. The mermaid remains there though, the fear turning into surpise, its look turning soft.
Then suddenly a large, black net is cast over its figure and it starts to screech and claw at it ferociously. The other members from the crew emerge from behind rocks and fallen debris to help take in their prize. Several of them pat the ginger on the back heartily, congratulating him for his success and skill. He barely takes it all in though, watching their new captive stop struggling and lay in the pool of water in defeat, look at him with sorrowful, pained eyes, and he cannot help but think:
What have I done?
