She sank into the wall, forcing herself to breath soundlessly, nearly causing herself to faint. The bangles around her arms and legs clinked against the cool stone. Footsteps pounded the packed dirt. Lantern light illuminated the corner of her hiding place, causing her to inch away, her feet stepping lightly on damp leaves as the crisp air stung in her lungs. The footsteps stopped, right by her alley. She was thankful for her cloak.
"Where'd that rat go?" Asked a man, his voice light.
"I donno." Said a gruff and uneducated one. "She's fast."
The light voiced man growled. "The boss'll kill us if we don't get her."
"What she take anyway that got him sending us out here in the middle of the night? My feet hurt." Complained a third voice. There was a whack and a whimper.
"Shut up!" Said the light voiced man, who was obviously the leader. The young woman inched her way across the alley, gripping the stone on the other side, unaware that one was loose. As her nails dug into the dirt between them, it loosened. Her eyes widened. She stopped breathing. She watched helplessly as the stone fell from it's place, leaving a gaping hole, and crashed to the ground, bouncing and knocking into the opposite wall.
She was blinded by light a second later.
"There she is!"
"GRAB THE BITCH!"
She turned on her heel and booked it down the alleyway, turning to the right at a crossing. The men pounded after her. Her heart thudded with their steps as she skidded around the corner and scrambled forward, feeling a sting in her calf after the boom of a gun going off. She ignored the pain, used to it by now, and kept running. In the dark, she didn't see the wall, and slammed right into it.
"Shit." She muttered as she felt to the ground, slightly dazed. The lights appeared soon after that. She looked up into the scowling and sneering faces of four men, all different heights, builds, and species. One bent by her and roughly grabbed her by her arm, pulling her to her feet.
"Caught you." He said. He was the light toned man. She glared at him and spat at his foot, getting a slap in the face.
"Take 'er, boys." He said, turning to face them. That was all the time she needed. The girl ripped her hand from his and drug her jagged claws across his arm, distracting him long enough to deliver a deadly punch to the face. Thinking quickly, she ran to the wall she'd smacked into earlier and dug her nails into the crevices, thankful for the poorly made walls that were all over this city. Using her agility to her advantage, she was able to climb out of their reach, despite her injury. She landed on her side on the other side of the wall. She looked about before seeing a cluster of barrels to her side. She listened. There were only faint footsteps now. She figured they would come looking for her. Maybe not here, but elsewhere. She decided the barrels were the best idea and opened one, finding it to be full of purps. She dumped it over in the dirt and climbed in, praying they actually didn't come here and settled to wait.
She waited what must have been an hour, staring at the moon through the spaces in the planks. No one. She exhaled in relief and leaned back. She was safe. She took this moment to look at her calf, which was pleading profusely. She touched the wound, wincing at the sting. It would get infected if she dug around with her dirty nails. She decided the best course of action was to rip fabric from her skirt and bind it. After doing this she leaned back, relaxing her tense muscles and doing her best to ignore the pain. It felt like hours before pure exhaustion carried her body off to sleep.
Her head hurt. Her calf felt...fine. She moved her tongue around in her mouth, noting the cotton ball feel. Slowly, she opened her eyes, letting her vision clear. She was looking at a ceiling. It was finely cut wood. Oak, she guessed. Maybe redwood. She slowly moved her hands, feeling the wool blanket that covered her, the sheet under it. She smacked her lips and turned her head to the side, her eyes widening at the sight of a figure, shrouded in darkness, smoking a pipe while leaning in a chair on two legs. At first, she thought it was a man, but then they smoke.
"You feel alright?" Came the posh accent.
She swallowed dryly. "Better." She croaked. The woman lowered her chair to all four and stood, coming out of the shadows of the dimly lit room. She was tall-though that was aided by her stilettos. The boots traveled up to her thighs, accompanied by tan pants, and a black jacket with gold trim and white gloves. She puffed on her pipe once and then put it out with her thumb, setting it on the bedside table. She kneeled beside the girl, putting a gentle hand on her back and making her sit up. The girl focused on her turquoise eyes, which calmed her. Her auburn hair aided them, making them seem brighter. She flicked on feline ear and handed the girl a glass of water.
"Drink. Then tell me your name." She said.
The girl could do nothing but nod and slowly drink. When she was done, she put the glass on the bedside table, thankful for some relief. "My name is Marilyn." She said, her voice still quiet and weak.
The woman nodded. "My name is Madam Admiral K. Amelia Doppler, and this is my ship, the Lyonesse."
Marilyn's heart jumped to her throat, which she held, aware that her hand was covered in her own blood from tending her wound. "A-A-Admiral?"
Amelia nodded, smiling a bit. "I'm not turning you in, whatever you are."
Marilyn swallowed. She'd heard about this woman. Ruthless, but fair. Kind, yet terrifying. Though, when she'd last heard the name, it'd only been Captain. Admiral was all the more terrifying, but her smile relieved most her worry. "Why am I-"
"Here? That barrel you were in had purps I needed for this voyage. When I came to check over the cargo, I found you. Mr. Hawkins, my lieutenant, fixed up your leg." She nodded to Marilyn's leg. Lifting the blanket, she saw it was now expertly wrapped. "He put a salve on it and gave you a shot. Never took him for a medical man, but, then again, his mother kicks ass in a boxing ring..." She stared off to the side, then blinked and looked at her. "My apologies, I lost myself for a second."
Marilyn chuckled, imagining a little granny up against this woman, who was a picture of physical health.
"Do you think you can walk?" Amelia asked, standing. Marilyn nodded, turning, her feet on the cool, smooth wood of the floor. Amelia held her hand out to assist her. Marilyn looked at the gloved hand, imagining a soft, light skinned hand beneath it. Or light furred. She paused a long time before putting her darker, grime and blood covered hand in hers and letting her lift her up. She was unsteady a moment, but she figured it out soon enough. Her leg was only sore, thank goodness. "W-What-"
"I'm taking you to Mr. Hawkins. He found you, you're his responsibility. And I'd like my bed back, it's getting late." She smiled softly as a blush rose to Marilyn's cheeks. She took Marilyn lightly by the arm and led her out of the room at a slow pace. They entered a stateroom, which was simply yet elegantly decorated with gold and light crème walls. Marilyn stared at the trinkets here or there, and the giant map with various magnifying glasses on it. Amelia chuckled and led her out and down some stairs, into another hall.
She stopped at a door, which looked no different than any other, and knocked. It was soon answered. Marilyn had to refrain from looking like an owl as she stared at him, forcing her eyes to remain their normal size. He had chocolate brown hair, with bangs that framed his face and a ponytail past his shoulder blades, and a soul patch on his chin. His skin was rough, yet soft looking, slightly tanned, and his eyes were a blue that reminded her of beautiful seas. He was in his early to mid twenties as most.
"James." Amelia nodded to him. He nodded back.
"Amelia." He said, his voice deep, mature.
"This is the girl." She let go of Marilyn and nudged her forward. She looked up at Jim, but barely, and smiled shyly. She wasn't interested in a relationship, but she wasn't a woman to deny when a man was handsome. "Her name is Marilyn."
He glanced at her. "Last name?"
Amelia shrugged and looked to Marilyn.
She coughed. "Don't have one." She muttered. She looked at the young man. He cocked his head at her, and held out his hand. "No matter. Jim Hawkins. The cranky broad is Amelia."
Marilyn grinned a bit when Amelia shot Jim a glare. "She told me." She shook his hand. He observed her. She was aware how she looked; dirty, grimy, her hair a rats nest and her clothes covered in all sorts of matter, though they were once beautiful. Deep purple and reds. She glanced at her torn skirt and the smutty feet below them, and subconsciously pulled at her very low cut, layered shirt that tucked into it.
He then smiled at her and turned to Amelia. "You're relieved, Madam."
Amelia slumped her shoulders slightly and rolled them, her joints popping. "Thank god. Thank you, James." She quickly ran off. Jim chuckled, stepping out of his room. He was dressed in a white button up shirt, which was only half buttoned, that was tucked into black pants, which were tucked into knee high black boots. He nodded for Marilyn to follow him, buttoning up his shirt on the way-much to her disappointment-though she did like the gentlemanly manner he went about by doing so.
"She's been up for two days straight." He said, coming to a door and knocking. Marilyn's eyes widened. "Two whole days? How is she even walking?!"
He grinned, opening the door and leading her inside. The room was simple, containing a desk, a bed on either side of the room, and a lamp. A window let her look out at space, which awed her. She'd never been out far enough to see the greens and pinks and blues all swirl together like they were right now. "She has a double shot café lattoid every morning at 7am. And any time between six o'clock and two in the morning. I should know. I was the cabin boy on my first voyage with her."
She smirked. "My condolences." She joked. Though she'd never seen him, everyone had heard of the trip James Hawkins had taken to Treasure Planet.
He only smiled and looked her up and down. "It's late, so I can't get you anything right now, but I'll have our gunner bring you down some clothes. You'll be rooming with her. I believe her name is...Minerva."
Marilyn nodded. "Exotic." She said, sitting down on the bed that didn't have a suitcase under it. She looked at her feet, then back at Jim. "What are you going to do with me?" She looked nervous. Jim shrugged. "Can you work?"
"Yeah."
"Then we'll find a job for you on the ship. Lucky for you Amelia's gotten a soft spot in 'er shell since she popped out a coupla' kids, so she won't throw you off. Even if your a convict. Unless you, like, murdered someone."
Marilyn forced a convincing smile on her face, chuckling at his way of saying Amelia had children. She wasn't surprised, though. She was too gentle to not be a mother. "No just...just a bit of a runaway."
"Bad home life?"
"You...could say that."
Jim shrugged. "I won't pry." He gave her a casual salute. "Sleep well, Miss Marilyn."
She nodded, and he left. She flopped back on the bed, taking in the comfortable mattress and the warm sheets and wool blanket. She wondered why she wasn't in a hammock like most crew would be, but she wasn't complaining. She rolled over, curling the blankets around herself until she was cocooned. Warmer and safer than she ever really had been. She stared out the window and slowly fell asleep, silently wondering how things would go here.
Thank you, whoever has read this. Please, please review. If I don't get feedback, I don't feel the need to write.
Anyhow, I hope you all like this. This is my first time writing a JimxOC fanfiction, and I hope it is enjoyable. I'm basing this loosely off the storyline for Treasure Planet: Battle at Procyon (a game for PC made pre-movie-release). It's a wonderful game with a immersive story and is a great place to start. I've upped Jim's age, along with Amelia's and the lot (they're younger in the game; Jim is just getting out of the academy). So, well...enjoy! Please, please, I stress reviewing more than anything, though everything else is just as appreciated!
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