Just a small forewarning for this story, as it will contain dark themes, mature content, gore, and probably a lot of other things some people might not want to read. I hope people still read this though, and hopefully enjoy it.

It was Raining when Eloise Ross first came too. She was naked and, even though her small body was numb, bruises covered her from head to toe.

Everything was always numb to Eloise now.

Her body and mind was always numb as of lately when they hit her, called her foul names, and pillaged her body without her consent

Eloise Ross's body couldn't even remember how to feel, at the moment though, that was not the only thing that Eloise Ross had forgotten.

The sky? She dreamed about it sometimes, and when she did, it was always a deep blue color dotted with clouds and rays of sunlight. When she dreamed she was always on the vast sea with the sky stretching for miles around her. Sometimes, she wouldn't be alone either. There would be a woman with deep purple hair almost like the purple found in the depths of the ocean, and she would hug her and whisper sweet nothings to her as her lips pecked the top of Eloise's forehead. When Eloise could fell the woman's heart beat up against her cheek, it would always calm her… though she could never remember the woman's name when she awoke.

Then, on very rare and special occasions, there would be a tall man with eyes the color of grass (It took Eloise months to figure out what the color of the man eyes reminded her of.) and hair the color of sea foam. In her dreams the man would pick her up by her armpits and spin her around as she laughed as loud as a small child could.

"Look, Man what are we supposed to do with her?"

Eloise opened her eyes and blinked blankly up to her captor.

"I bet someone will. Someone's gotta' be into a banged up girl."

"You'd be surprised." A new voice, a new face, he was tall with brown hair and dark black eyes and as Eloise looked closer at him she realized he was missing most of his teeth. The new man crouched down to her level and pitifully smiled at her, then he put his calloused hands up to her face and rotated her head slowly as he tried to get a better look at her. "If she wasn't so bruised she'd be a looker Samuel."

"Shut it Felix." Samuel, her captor, paused before sighing. "How much are you willing to pay then?"

The new face, Felix, shrugged. "Only about 10,000 Beli. She looks sick man, and I've gotta' get her seen by a doct' before she's ready to go into the selling market. That'll put me back a few man."

"Fine, whatever. She killed one of my men. I want her off my ship now."

That's it? Her life was worth so little?

"Got it man, just tie her up and I'll be back in a half an hour to get her."

A few months later and Eloise's already fragile body and mind were in even worse condition, and to make matters worse, the man and woman from her dreams never visited her anymore.

Her new "Master" as he liked to be called, didn't strip her and explore her body like Samuel and his men did, but instead he slowly cut up Eloise's bruised flesh as she screamed at the top of her raw lungs. To say simply, Eloise spent most of her time in a land of darkness because of the loss of blood.

It was raining once again she noted as she stumbled onto the cold, disgusting ground that was covered in old (and new) red stains. Eloise could hear the crack of thunder which was barley audible above the masters first mate's harshly thrown orders to the crew.

As Eloise looked down at her arms she realized they were once again painted with fresh, metallic smelling blood.

Eloise's wounds had reopened once again.

She tried picking at them so they would bleed more, but her attempts were (sadly) to no avail. Seeing as "Master" didn't want his new pet to die, he had strapped smooth gloves to her hands that were locked at her wrists with a key. "Mater" had told her that was how his last pet had escaped from him.

Eloise was not was numb as she was before, though, but it is rather hard to say at this point if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Currently she had tried to end her own life over a dozen times- all of which had failed solely because of those damned gloves strapped to her hands.

The screams from above grew louder. Maybe, Eloise thought, this stupid ship will sink to the bottom of the seas and then, and only then, she would be with the man and the woman… everything would be better then.

Someone from above screamed at the top of their lungs and Eloise had known that the man whom she had heard had breathed his last breath. Oh, well. He deserved it.

Eloise sighed and tried nipping at her open wounds.

A few minutes later and one of the "Masters" henchmen ran into the room were her cage was located on the ship. "Damn you!" The lackey yelled at her with vigor. "I told ol' capt' that havin' a wrench on broad the ship was bad luck!"

Eloise slowly looked up from her masterpiece and smiled, blood dripping from her crazed smile.

"I am not a wrench." Eloise's voice was soft, almost like one you would hear on a small half asleep child, but her eyes were dripping with malice.

The lackey shuddered, feeling out of his own skin. Who was this girl again?

Eloise sighed. "Its too bad your going to die within the hour. I could have made you suffer as you die."

The lackey gulped unsure of what to think of this girl. Capt' wanted her. He couldn't leave without her, could he? The man gulped once again before stating "the capt' wants you."

At that Eloise stood up and walked over to the opening of the cold cage she was in. When she saw the man visibly flinch as he fumbled with the keys her stomach filled with a pleasant feeling. He deserved to be scared during his last few moments of life.

The mans hands were trembling as he unlocked the cage and went about tying a thick rope around her neck just like you would to an animal that's being lead to slaughter. She must be bluffin' the henchmen suddenly thought to himself.

Once he was done tying it around Eloise's neck the man roughly yanked on the rope making her stumble slightly as she growled at the man.

As the man started pulling her along Eloise looked down at herself. Her chest was larger then the average girl of 17 years, but it was also bruised and covered with bloody puss, as was her stomach. Her legs were not long like other girls she meet when in the auction house and they were also covered in cuts and smeared blood. The only thing that looked as if it might not have went to a slaughter house for a party were her small feet, and even her small chubby toes had blood caked in between them. Eloise had a pink (originally white, but it had seen so much blood that it almost feverishly held onto the red hue.) scratchy piece of cloth on that barely covered her ass, and the only thing holding it up was a thin strap that was tied about her neck. Other then that stained piece of cloth Eloise had nothing on.

As the man had opened the hatch the sunlight blinded Eloise, causing her to hiss like a caged animal would as she pulled her gloved hands up to her pale, freckled face.

"Oh, Shut it, yeah wrench!" So the dying man had gotten over his initial fear? Eloise laughed, then he wouldn't be expecting what was going to happen next.

Lighting struck again and, if it wasn't for her sudden plan, Eloise would be clawing her way back to her cage. Eloise hated storms.

As Eloise looked around she noticed only one crew member was down and she suddenly became very doubtful in her self. It took everything she had to push that horrid feeling out of her system once again.

All of a sudden Eloise Ross feel face first into the wet deck (That was much, much cleaner then the floor of her cage,). The dying man was so surprised by that action that he had accidentally dropped the rope connected to her neck.

Thankfully Eloise had fallen on purpose as she knew this would surprise the dying man. As soon as she felt her cheek connect with the ground her plan was in action. Eloise quickly pulled the leftover rope closer to her body and out of the dying mans reach and quickly sprung to her feet, knocking over anyone in her way as she bolted for the side of the ship.

Within seconds Eloise Ross was standing on the boats railing with her arms struck out beside her body ready to fall into the stormy ocean, thus (hopefully) ending her life.

Eloise's body froze up. She had almost forgotten… to everyone's amazement she pointed her figures to the Dying man like she was holding a gun, and, after 5 seconds she loudly (yet very, very child like) said "Boom." Within the next second lighting struck the main mast effectively splitting it in half and violently fell on the dying mans body.

He died almost without feeling any sort of pain, almost.

Eloise, completely unfazed by these turn of events, innocently giggled to herself as she once again spread her arms to her sides and plummeted into the churning ocean waves.

If anyone survived that fateful day, they would tell you how Eloise had looked like a fallen angle.

Hello there, I hoped you liked the first chapter of my first EVER fan fiction. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon, and even if it takes me a while to finish, I promise I will eventually finish this story. Anyways, please review what you liked, disliked, or anything you feel you need to say about this story even if it is a little mean. I would like to better my writing for everyone and anyone who reads anything I write so please be honest.