Prologue
Just as I sent a warning to my feet to help me stand and run, a pair of cold hands quickly grabbed my arms and snapped them behind my back. I jerked violently in every direction, but nothing was breaking the creature's iron grasp. He grunted and kicked me, pushing me towards the line of bloodied survivors. I began to scream maniacally. I didn't care what they thought of me. I wanted to get far, far away from them, all of them, all of the ugly bastards. But my strength was no match for the creature's enormous muscles and towering height.
There were eight survivors including me, eight survivors with a monstrous creature holding them tightly, enjoying their attempt to escape. I saw it in their cruel eyes, the way they watched their victim writher and scream. They drank in their cries like liquid gold. Their pale mouths turned up in awful sneers as I was forced to my knees. Oh, god, this isn't happening…
It had fallen silent. My sobs quieted to small gasps as tears streamed down my face. I choked on my spit and swallowed it with disgust. The men beside me, who I had gotten to know and enjoy during the past few weeks, were shaking and sobbing quietly along with me. The rest of the monstrous crew silenced their laughter and shouts. They now watched with extreme interest and jealously; they weren't quick enough to nab one of us.
I felt something cold gently graze the skin of my neck. I dropped my eyes and saw it was a sharp silver blade. I swear to the Gods my heart stopped beating at that moment. An awful darkness filled me, a darkness of dread and unbearable shock. My mind froze. I couldn't process a single thought .There was no air left my lungs and I simply stared at the blade that hugged my neck with wide eyes and an open mouth. This isn't supposed to happen to me…
My heart began to beat again; this time at a rapid pace. The flow of tears continued to stream down my face. I let out whimpers and cries like I used to do when I was a child. I felt the creature behind me pull my head back slightly at an angle. The blade began to dig into my neck a little. I felt a pair of warm, soft lips graze gently over my ear.
"It'll all be over in a minute." A deep voice whispered.
"Say your last prayers." The Captain shouted. Below him sat Peter on his knees, with his chest held high and his eyes looking down at the floor. His lips moved slowly as he recited his final prayer. The Captain grasped Peter's shoulder and held his sword to Peter's neck. The Captain then took the liberty to glare at every single one of us, shaking his head as his mouth twitched, tempted to turn up into a smile.
His eyes landed on me. At first I averted my eyes and squeezed them shut. But for some reason, I opened them and glared right back at the man. My brown eyes met his black eyes. We stared, my eyes full of emotions that I couldn't describe, his full of anger and distaste. He averted his eyes and spat towards me. I felt a strange sort of accomplishment.
My lips began to move silently, my words barely audible to even my ears.
"Goodbye father, Mary, Anne, Peter…" I whispered. I heard the men beside me mumble their last goodbyes along with me.
Maybe I'll see mother…
I heard a silent amen from the man next to me. In less than a second the dagger met his flesh and blood poured onto the deck. I let out a gasp and wanted to turn my head to see who the poor soul was, but I felt the creature's knee get shoved into my chest.
"Don't look." He whispered. I obeyed and continued my prayer.
Mother, can you hear me? Are you up there?
Another amen. Another thrust, another slosh, another drop.
Mother, I'm scared. Why is this happening to me…?
The next amen was shaky, but it was heard.
Mary and Anne will never know what happened to me.
Amen from someone down the line, a strong and sure one.
And Father, oh god…what'll he think?
The other's prayers were finished and I heard the familiar reunion of the blade to the flesh as the sailor's life's ended. I found myself to be the last one standing. I was alone, with the creature behind me grasping my hair back tightly. I felt the cold eyes of the crew on me, holding their breath and biting their lips, watching, waiting…
I took one last look at Peter. His eyes were red and swollen. He looked so tired, so destroyed. He saw me and let out a small choking sound.
I love you, Peter…
"And from this day, f-forever and ever…amen." I said, letting my breath slowly leave my lungs, one last time.
The creature's blade was pulled closer to my neck. I felt its pressure, and a twinge of burning pain beginning. I let out a moan and choked down a sob
"One, two…" the creature said, pulling the blade closer. The pain increased and I began to fell warm blood fall down my neck and onto my dress.
As the word "three" danced on his lips, I saw the Captain lift his sword a few feet away, his eyes on me and only me; and brought it down onto Peter's chest. It glided right through his frame and I saw Peter fall, his eyes still open as the blade pierced his heart.
I would have screamed if the blade didn't claim my neck first.
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