Title: Mary Sue Hunter: Out to Sea
Author: Andúnië, of the Nimloth and Andúnië team.
Rating: PG-13/ M15+ (Violence and mild cursing)
Disclaimer: If you recognise anything, chances are it ain't mine; it belongs to the people with the money and the lawyers.
Summary: The crisis in Port Royale is getting out of hand. Governor Swann decides to call in a professional.
Series: One part of a series about the Mary Sue Hunters who jump from dimension to dimension, exterminating Mary Sues. The series can be read in any order.
Author's Note: Please review, and tell me whether I should continue or not. I'm open to constructive criticism, but if you just want to yell at me, don't bother. Thanks.
.:~*~:.
Angel: 2nd in Command
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Hair: Black with purple highlights
Eyes: Brown-hazel
Hunter since: March 1996
Weapons of Choice: 2x Colt .45s and one foot-long Elven dagger
.:~*~:.
She lingered in the doorway, the soft sea breeze playing with her black and violet streaked hair. Her brown-hazel eyes scanned the house in front of her, taking in its colonial design and well kept gardens. This is the place.
Stepping up to the double doors, she rang to doorbell. Inside she head a voice yell for someone to answer the door, and a second later, a flushed young servant girl arrived at the front stairs. "The Lady, and the Governor have been expecting you miss," the maid said a little breathlessly as she took the stranger's floor length black overcoat, which she still wore, in spite of the Caribbean heat. "Please some this way."
The maid led her up a grand looking staircase and into a sitting room, with a large window, overlooking Port Royale. The hunter went and stood by the window, lacing her fingers together behind her back, her monkey shifting on her shoulder.
"The Governor and the Lady will be with you shortly," the little maid said, before darting out of the room, which had grown strangely ominous since the huntress' arrival.
Looking out the bay window, ignoring the lace curtains that were floating around her in the breeze, the huntress examined the colony that spread right to the sea below her. Wide, clean cobbled streets, well kept houses and inns lining them, mild mannered soldiers and marines keeping things in order, the golden beaches hiding between the docks, and the turquoise water that glittered in the sunshine. Yes, this place would be full of prey. At the footsteps behind her, the hunter stiffened, Time to meet my employers.
.:~*~:.
Elizabeth Swann-Turner followed her father into the eastern sitting room. She had hoped that Will would accompany them to meet the legendary hunter that her father had come across, but he was stuck at the blacksmith's with an emergency horse shoeing. He had expressed his disappointment rather strongly, using colourful language that would have made a pirate wince. Elizabeth shook her head at the thought, but quickly came back to the present with a gasp of surprise upon seeing the hunter, standing by the window.
The hunter was about the same height as Elizabeth, but twice as muscular, with toned arms, and strong looking legs. She looked very strange, wearing chunky, flat heeled black boots that laced to just below her knee, into which a pair of olive green pants were tucked. Her shirt's black collar floated in the breeze, and on her shoulder perched a black tree monkey. She turned sharply, her black and purple hair swishing across her face as she whirled to face Elizabeth and her father.
Governor Swann stepped forward calmly, extending his hand to the huntress and introducing himself. The huntress nodded slowly. "Angel," she said in the strangest accent. "Second in command of the Mary Sue Hunters. You said you were having a problem?"
Governor Swann nodded in return. "Indeed, we are. This is my daughter, Elizabeth Swann-Tuner. She is 'friends' with one of the victims, and married to the other."
Elizabeth shook the other woman's hand, and glanced at the monkey on her shoulder as she rubbed her nearly crushed fingers. Angel caught the look and smirked coldly. "This is George, my loyal friend and partner." The monkey extended his little black hand to Elizabeth. She smiled slightly, and shook it with a thumb and forefinger.
"Alright, first up, you can tell me about your victims," Angel said firmly. If first impressions counted for anything, Elizabeth could see why this girl was such a legendary hunter. The woman was downright terrifying.
.:~*~:.
Will Turner hummed as he hammered the last horse shoe into shape. The blacksmith picked up the red-hot shoe with his tongs, and dipped the hot metal into the vat of cool water beside him, standing back as the steam rose up into his face.
The old farrier, Tuck led the little black mare he was shoeing into the room. The beast was plodding a little unevenly, as she only had three shoes on. Will handed over his freshly made horse shoe, and turned away to clean up while Tuck nailed the shoe into the mare's hind foot. He was almost finished when Yana, Tuck's portly little wife stormed in like a human tornado.
"TUCKER!" she roared, grabbing her husband's shoulder. "You're coming home, now. There's talk of a stranger in town." Tuck looked disappointed.
"Yana, love, I have to wait 'til this pony's master comes to pick her up," he protested, patting the little black mare's neck. Yana frowned and Tuck backed off right away.
"William'll watch the pony 'til her boss comes, won't you Will?" Not a question, a carefully stated command. And when someone like Yana gave a command, you didn't very well refuse. Will nodded, taking the pony's lead rope.
Yana smiled warmly, and dragged Tuck out the door as he called over his shoulder "See you tomorrow, Will!"
The black pony snorted, and tossed her head. Will scratched her behind the ears, murmuring "We'll both be home soon."
.:~*~:.
"Good, so that's Jack Sparrow. He should be safe out to sea for now. But Will. He's got someone with him I hope?"
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "Um, no, he stayed back at work to do an emergency shoeing. Tuck would have left by now, and Will's probably cleaning up and heading home now." Angel frowned.
"Is the blacksmith's anywhere near a pub or brothel?"
The Governor looked disgusted. "There are no brothels in Port Royale!" He spat the word as though it was distasteful to even say. Elizabeth touched his arm, trying to calm him.
"There is a pub up the way a little from Will's work," she said carefully. Angel winced.
"Tell me how to get there, now."
.:~*~:.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
Will looked up form the sword he was etching with his smithy's insignia. A pretty, red haired girl with sparkling blue-green eyes stood at the door with a lead rope in her hand. "Can I help you, miss?" Will asked.
"Um, hullo, I'm Mary Sue Jones, I'm here to pick up Fluffy," she answered, her voice ringing like a thousand heavenly bells. Will momentarily forgot the wedding band her wore on a chain around his neck while he worked. This beautiful young girl held a vulnerable innocence that took his breath away.
"Fluffy? The black pony? Yes, um, she's out back with our donkey. Please, this way." Will led Mary Sue through to the tiny paddock out the back of the building. The strawberry-blonde girl hugged her pony lovingly.
"Thank you for taking care of her Will," she said, fluttering her eyes at him.
"Not a problem, Mary Sue. It was a- hang on a second, how did you know my name?" Will asked, his brown eyes darkening temporarily.
Mary Sue tilted her head, and turned up her magical charm. "I just knew. Like I knew from the moment I was you that we were meant to be together. She looked into his eyes and tuned up her hypnotism to full throttle.
Will felt himself falling into those sparkling blue-green eyes. Far away, someone yelled out, and Will stepped up close to Mary Sue. His eyes fluttered closed, and he bent his head to kiss her.....
THWACK.
Will felt blood spray onto his face, and Mary Sue gasped as she fell from his arms. She collapsed to the ground, a foot-long dagger protruding from her back.
.:~*~:.
Angel's aim was true. She hit the girl right between the shoulders, her dagger piercing her heart first time. "Shot!" Angel punched the air, and received a high five from George.
Will was staring at the dead girl, at first looking devastated, but as the Mary Sue's evil magic wore off, disgust. He turned to Angel, looking like he was about to be ill.
"I did it again didn't I?" he asked, guessing right away that Angel was the hunter that Elizabeth had been telling him about. Well, how many women in Port Royale had violet streaked hair and could throw a knife like that? Will glanced at Angel, looking guilty. She ignored it. She'd dealt with enough guilty husbands in all her years with the hunters. She knew that men, especially the good looking ones, were weak against the Mary Sues. This was going to be a tough job. And right now, they needed to dispose of the Mary Sue's body before the others of her kind realised there was a hunter onto them. Now secrecy as their best friend.
Angel turned to Will after they'd ridded themselves of the creature's corpse. "Mr. Turner, you really shouldn't be alone, especially when the infestation is this bad. I must insist that you come with me back to the manor," the hunter ordered, shooing him to the door.
The pair walked up the street, heading up the hill to the Swann residence. Will still looked a little ill and disgusted with himself, while Angel was wiping the blood from her blade. Upon hearing the young blacksmith pause, the huntress turned sharply and saw him glance into the pub window. Angel glared at him coldly, warning him not to push his luck.
"Can we pick up a drink? Please? Just one?" Will looked desperate. Angel narrowed her eyes at him again.
"In and out. Go in, buy your grog, and get right back out here, got it?"
Will nodded, pulling a fistful of coins from his pocket and charging through the door.
.:~*~:.
"Beer, no, a double rum, thanks, Harold." Jack Sparrow had rubbed off on Will more than he'd expected. The blacksmith gratefully accepted the glass of alcohol that the barman slid to him. Will took a small sip of the burning liquid, and relished the feeling of the alcohol soothing his frayed nerves. Angel would be waiting outside, impatient to keep moving. Will sighed, tossing back the remainder of the glass and made to get up, when a hand picked up the glass he'd just abandoned and a voice spoke to him.
"Want another, love, or just the one t'day?" asked a lovely voice. Will, fearing the worst, glanced up at the speaker and gasped. She was positively gorgeous with cascading ebony curls and eyes like sapphires.
"Who- um, who, what- um, wow." Will trailed off, awestruck by the bar maid's looks. She smiled slightly at him revealing a set of beautiful, straight white teeth. Woah, careful with that grin, Will thought, you could blind someone.
"I am Jessawen, sister of Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond of Rivendell," the bar maid said softly. Will's stomach flipped and ignoring the little voice in the back of his head screaming for all it was worth, the young pirate-born blacksmith invited her to go for a walk. The bar maid eagerly accepted. The walked arm in arm to the door, and Will stood back to allow Jessawen to go first.
CRACK.
Angel had stormed through the door, slamming it back on its hinges and right into Will's face. He fell back, clutching his nose, flat onto his rear with a grunt. Angel looked down at him, her face showing no emotion. She raised an eyebrow and said with no sympathy, "Sorry." Will rolled his eyes, wiping the blood from with throbbing face as Jessawen reached down to help him up.
"Are you all right, William?" she asked softly, patting his hand gently. "Where's the bitch that did that to you? I'm going to flatten her." Jessawen spun around, looking for Will's assailant, and spotted Angel.
The pair stared at each other, and for a single, electrifying moment, the entire dimension was completely silent. Somewhere inside Will, the realisation of hunter and Mary Sue in the same room together was desperately trying to sink in, but heaven help anyone who tried to break that one moment.
Then the tree monkey, George, shrieked.
Everyone seemed to wake up to the realisation of what was happening.
"The Huntress," Jessawen whispered.
"Mary Sue," Angel growled, her lips turning up in a snarl that showed her slightly pointed canines. Jessawen spun on her heel, and was out the door before Will could blink. Angel followed hot on her heels. Will snapped out of his stupor and bolted out of the pub, ignoring the blood still pouring from his nose. Outside, Angel was reaching into her jacket and she pulled out a strange looking pistol. The huntress fired off a shot, and the bullet hit the ground near Jessawen's feet as she ran away. Will's first thought was: 'crap' shortly followed by 'she'll be long gone by the time Angel's reloaded.' But to Will's surprise, Angel was still firing, round after round were spraying from her bizarre pair of pistol's barrels. Two hit the running Mary Sue, one in the shoulder and one in the thigh. To Will's and Angel's dismay, she got up, and somehow kept running, around a pile of crates, and into a back alleyway.
"Shit!" Angel swore and jammed her 'endless-bullets' pistol back into her jacket and racing after Jessawen, only to return not five minutes later, swearing so colourfully that Jack Sparrow would have blushed. She glared at Will, warning him that she was filthy angry. Carefully, Will gave her a questioning look and Angel frowned more.
"She got away. She'll have gotten back to the dimension rip to alert the Sue of my presence." The hunter began to grumble again. "So much for quiet secrecy!" She shook her head angrily, before grabbing Will's wrist and continuing to storm up the road to Swann Manor.
.:~*~:.
"So you're telling me that you've lost a Mary Sue and now she's potentially going to tell this 'Sue' character that there's a Hunter in the dimension and will cause more trouble than ever?" Governor Swann was ropable. Angel sighed, not bothering to answer the same question for the third time. The older man reeled on her. "Are you that incompetent?!" he roared.
Angel's eyes widened and Elizabeth shrank back into her seat next to Will. The Hunter's face darkened and she stood sharply, stepping right up to the Governor. Though she was a few inches shorter that the older man, right at that second, with the anger rolling off her in black waves, he seemed to shrink into his place quite suddenly.
"You DARE call me incompetent? How do you think I became the second in command? Because I am good at what I do. And YOU can stop questioning my judgment and credibility. I am in command of this operation, unless you'd like me to leave you alone with an infestation and the risk of an invasion? I have never lost a Mary Sue before. That one'll be back. She's cocky. She'll convince the Sue to let her take care of me herself and she'll come back. And when she does, I'll be waiting to take her down."
Yes, Elizabeth could definitely see why this woman was such a legend. She watched her father swallow his rage and squash his pride as he nodded at the Huntress feebly. Angel's words came back to Elizabeth, and she noticed something in particular.
"Um, Angel, what did you mean by an invasion?" she asked carefully. Angel pouted slightly.
"Mary Sues all take their inspiration from and worship the original Mary Sue story, which was written, obviously, by the Sue. The Hunters have been after her for years. And should the Sue find out that the Hunters know where her most recent dimension rip is, she might decide that we're getting a little too close to her and destroying the other Mary Sues. She may decide to mobilize her army and launch an attack. It's happened a few times before. To Middle Earth and to Hogwarts. The Hunters couldn't stop it.." Angel trailed off, the memories of those battles becoming a little overwhelming.
Elizabeth shuffled a little closer to her husband in worry, Governor Swann still looked a little shaken and Will was brooding.
Maybe we should find Jack? He'll need the help if this army mobilizes. And you did say that Mary Sue's came in all shapes and disguises," he said thoughtfully. Angel nodded carefully.
"What is this army anyway? A bunch of touch Mary Sues? A handful of elite Gary Stus?"
Angel shook her head at the Governor sadly. "Worse, much worse." Elizabeth stiffened and felt Will grope for her hand. The Huntress took a deep breath.
"She has fan girls."
.:~*~:.
Far away, a bleeding Mary Sue knelt before her leader. Jessawen gave the Sue her news and waited for the Sue's reaction. The Queen hissed at the bad tidings. Her subtle takeover of the Pirates of the Carribbean dimension could be thwarted if this Hunter wasn't stopped.
"Take care of the problem personally, Jessawen. Should I lose this dimension, I would be most displeased. You will have forty-eight hours."
"Yes, highness. I will not fail you." Jessawen bowed, wincing slightly as the skin moved around her bullet wounds. A pair of servants helped her from her place on the floor and took her to the medical centre. The Sue turned away on her swivel chair and reached for her keyboard.
[Sender: Queen_Mary_Sue@royal.ms.net] [To: General_Sue@fangirlsarmy.net] General, prep da troops, n b ready 2 move out in 2 dayz, tops. Luv, Queen MS
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TBC
Please Review and tell me if I should continue..
Author: Andúnië, of the Nimloth and Andúnië team.
Rating: PG-13/ M15+ (Violence and mild cursing)
Disclaimer: If you recognise anything, chances are it ain't mine; it belongs to the people with the money and the lawyers.
Summary: The crisis in Port Royale is getting out of hand. Governor Swann decides to call in a professional.
Series: One part of a series about the Mary Sue Hunters who jump from dimension to dimension, exterminating Mary Sues. The series can be read in any order.
Author's Note: Please review, and tell me whether I should continue or not. I'm open to constructive criticism, but if you just want to yell at me, don't bother. Thanks.
.:~*~:.
Angel: 2nd in Command
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Hair: Black with purple highlights
Eyes: Brown-hazel
Hunter since: March 1996
Weapons of Choice: 2x Colt .45s and one foot-long Elven dagger
.:~*~:.
She lingered in the doorway, the soft sea breeze playing with her black and violet streaked hair. Her brown-hazel eyes scanned the house in front of her, taking in its colonial design and well kept gardens. This is the place.
Stepping up to the double doors, she rang to doorbell. Inside she head a voice yell for someone to answer the door, and a second later, a flushed young servant girl arrived at the front stairs. "The Lady, and the Governor have been expecting you miss," the maid said a little breathlessly as she took the stranger's floor length black overcoat, which she still wore, in spite of the Caribbean heat. "Please some this way."
The maid led her up a grand looking staircase and into a sitting room, with a large window, overlooking Port Royale. The hunter went and stood by the window, lacing her fingers together behind her back, her monkey shifting on her shoulder.
"The Governor and the Lady will be with you shortly," the little maid said, before darting out of the room, which had grown strangely ominous since the huntress' arrival.
Looking out the bay window, ignoring the lace curtains that were floating around her in the breeze, the huntress examined the colony that spread right to the sea below her. Wide, clean cobbled streets, well kept houses and inns lining them, mild mannered soldiers and marines keeping things in order, the golden beaches hiding between the docks, and the turquoise water that glittered in the sunshine. Yes, this place would be full of prey. At the footsteps behind her, the hunter stiffened, Time to meet my employers.
.:~*~:.
Elizabeth Swann-Turner followed her father into the eastern sitting room. She had hoped that Will would accompany them to meet the legendary hunter that her father had come across, but he was stuck at the blacksmith's with an emergency horse shoeing. He had expressed his disappointment rather strongly, using colourful language that would have made a pirate wince. Elizabeth shook her head at the thought, but quickly came back to the present with a gasp of surprise upon seeing the hunter, standing by the window.
The hunter was about the same height as Elizabeth, but twice as muscular, with toned arms, and strong looking legs. She looked very strange, wearing chunky, flat heeled black boots that laced to just below her knee, into which a pair of olive green pants were tucked. Her shirt's black collar floated in the breeze, and on her shoulder perched a black tree monkey. She turned sharply, her black and purple hair swishing across her face as she whirled to face Elizabeth and her father.
Governor Swann stepped forward calmly, extending his hand to the huntress and introducing himself. The huntress nodded slowly. "Angel," she said in the strangest accent. "Second in command of the Mary Sue Hunters. You said you were having a problem?"
Governor Swann nodded in return. "Indeed, we are. This is my daughter, Elizabeth Swann-Tuner. She is 'friends' with one of the victims, and married to the other."
Elizabeth shook the other woman's hand, and glanced at the monkey on her shoulder as she rubbed her nearly crushed fingers. Angel caught the look and smirked coldly. "This is George, my loyal friend and partner." The monkey extended his little black hand to Elizabeth. She smiled slightly, and shook it with a thumb and forefinger.
"Alright, first up, you can tell me about your victims," Angel said firmly. If first impressions counted for anything, Elizabeth could see why this girl was such a legendary hunter. The woman was downright terrifying.
.:~*~:.
Will Turner hummed as he hammered the last horse shoe into shape. The blacksmith picked up the red-hot shoe with his tongs, and dipped the hot metal into the vat of cool water beside him, standing back as the steam rose up into his face.
The old farrier, Tuck led the little black mare he was shoeing into the room. The beast was plodding a little unevenly, as she only had three shoes on. Will handed over his freshly made horse shoe, and turned away to clean up while Tuck nailed the shoe into the mare's hind foot. He was almost finished when Yana, Tuck's portly little wife stormed in like a human tornado.
"TUCKER!" she roared, grabbing her husband's shoulder. "You're coming home, now. There's talk of a stranger in town." Tuck looked disappointed.
"Yana, love, I have to wait 'til this pony's master comes to pick her up," he protested, patting the little black mare's neck. Yana frowned and Tuck backed off right away.
"William'll watch the pony 'til her boss comes, won't you Will?" Not a question, a carefully stated command. And when someone like Yana gave a command, you didn't very well refuse. Will nodded, taking the pony's lead rope.
Yana smiled warmly, and dragged Tuck out the door as he called over his shoulder "See you tomorrow, Will!"
The black pony snorted, and tossed her head. Will scratched her behind the ears, murmuring "We'll both be home soon."
.:~*~:.
"Good, so that's Jack Sparrow. He should be safe out to sea for now. But Will. He's got someone with him I hope?"
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "Um, no, he stayed back at work to do an emergency shoeing. Tuck would have left by now, and Will's probably cleaning up and heading home now." Angel frowned.
"Is the blacksmith's anywhere near a pub or brothel?"
The Governor looked disgusted. "There are no brothels in Port Royale!" He spat the word as though it was distasteful to even say. Elizabeth touched his arm, trying to calm him.
"There is a pub up the way a little from Will's work," she said carefully. Angel winced.
"Tell me how to get there, now."
.:~*~:.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
Will looked up form the sword he was etching with his smithy's insignia. A pretty, red haired girl with sparkling blue-green eyes stood at the door with a lead rope in her hand. "Can I help you, miss?" Will asked.
"Um, hullo, I'm Mary Sue Jones, I'm here to pick up Fluffy," she answered, her voice ringing like a thousand heavenly bells. Will momentarily forgot the wedding band her wore on a chain around his neck while he worked. This beautiful young girl held a vulnerable innocence that took his breath away.
"Fluffy? The black pony? Yes, um, she's out back with our donkey. Please, this way." Will led Mary Sue through to the tiny paddock out the back of the building. The strawberry-blonde girl hugged her pony lovingly.
"Thank you for taking care of her Will," she said, fluttering her eyes at him.
"Not a problem, Mary Sue. It was a- hang on a second, how did you know my name?" Will asked, his brown eyes darkening temporarily.
Mary Sue tilted her head, and turned up her magical charm. "I just knew. Like I knew from the moment I was you that we were meant to be together. She looked into his eyes and tuned up her hypnotism to full throttle.
Will felt himself falling into those sparkling blue-green eyes. Far away, someone yelled out, and Will stepped up close to Mary Sue. His eyes fluttered closed, and he bent his head to kiss her.....
THWACK.
Will felt blood spray onto his face, and Mary Sue gasped as she fell from his arms. She collapsed to the ground, a foot-long dagger protruding from her back.
.:~*~:.
Angel's aim was true. She hit the girl right between the shoulders, her dagger piercing her heart first time. "Shot!" Angel punched the air, and received a high five from George.
Will was staring at the dead girl, at first looking devastated, but as the Mary Sue's evil magic wore off, disgust. He turned to Angel, looking like he was about to be ill.
"I did it again didn't I?" he asked, guessing right away that Angel was the hunter that Elizabeth had been telling him about. Well, how many women in Port Royale had violet streaked hair and could throw a knife like that? Will glanced at Angel, looking guilty. She ignored it. She'd dealt with enough guilty husbands in all her years with the hunters. She knew that men, especially the good looking ones, were weak against the Mary Sues. This was going to be a tough job. And right now, they needed to dispose of the Mary Sue's body before the others of her kind realised there was a hunter onto them. Now secrecy as their best friend.
Angel turned to Will after they'd ridded themselves of the creature's corpse. "Mr. Turner, you really shouldn't be alone, especially when the infestation is this bad. I must insist that you come with me back to the manor," the hunter ordered, shooing him to the door.
The pair walked up the street, heading up the hill to the Swann residence. Will still looked a little ill and disgusted with himself, while Angel was wiping the blood from her blade. Upon hearing the young blacksmith pause, the huntress turned sharply and saw him glance into the pub window. Angel glared at him coldly, warning him not to push his luck.
"Can we pick up a drink? Please? Just one?" Will looked desperate. Angel narrowed her eyes at him again.
"In and out. Go in, buy your grog, and get right back out here, got it?"
Will nodded, pulling a fistful of coins from his pocket and charging through the door.
.:~*~:.
"Beer, no, a double rum, thanks, Harold." Jack Sparrow had rubbed off on Will more than he'd expected. The blacksmith gratefully accepted the glass of alcohol that the barman slid to him. Will took a small sip of the burning liquid, and relished the feeling of the alcohol soothing his frayed nerves. Angel would be waiting outside, impatient to keep moving. Will sighed, tossing back the remainder of the glass and made to get up, when a hand picked up the glass he'd just abandoned and a voice spoke to him.
"Want another, love, or just the one t'day?" asked a lovely voice. Will, fearing the worst, glanced up at the speaker and gasped. She was positively gorgeous with cascading ebony curls and eyes like sapphires.
"Who- um, who, what- um, wow." Will trailed off, awestruck by the bar maid's looks. She smiled slightly at him revealing a set of beautiful, straight white teeth. Woah, careful with that grin, Will thought, you could blind someone.
"I am Jessawen, sister of Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond of Rivendell," the bar maid said softly. Will's stomach flipped and ignoring the little voice in the back of his head screaming for all it was worth, the young pirate-born blacksmith invited her to go for a walk. The bar maid eagerly accepted. The walked arm in arm to the door, and Will stood back to allow Jessawen to go first.
CRACK.
Angel had stormed through the door, slamming it back on its hinges and right into Will's face. He fell back, clutching his nose, flat onto his rear with a grunt. Angel looked down at him, her face showing no emotion. She raised an eyebrow and said with no sympathy, "Sorry." Will rolled his eyes, wiping the blood from with throbbing face as Jessawen reached down to help him up.
"Are you all right, William?" she asked softly, patting his hand gently. "Where's the bitch that did that to you? I'm going to flatten her." Jessawen spun around, looking for Will's assailant, and spotted Angel.
The pair stared at each other, and for a single, electrifying moment, the entire dimension was completely silent. Somewhere inside Will, the realisation of hunter and Mary Sue in the same room together was desperately trying to sink in, but heaven help anyone who tried to break that one moment.
Then the tree monkey, George, shrieked.
Everyone seemed to wake up to the realisation of what was happening.
"The Huntress," Jessawen whispered.
"Mary Sue," Angel growled, her lips turning up in a snarl that showed her slightly pointed canines. Jessawen spun on her heel, and was out the door before Will could blink. Angel followed hot on her heels. Will snapped out of his stupor and bolted out of the pub, ignoring the blood still pouring from his nose. Outside, Angel was reaching into her jacket and she pulled out a strange looking pistol. The huntress fired off a shot, and the bullet hit the ground near Jessawen's feet as she ran away. Will's first thought was: 'crap' shortly followed by 'she'll be long gone by the time Angel's reloaded.' But to Will's surprise, Angel was still firing, round after round were spraying from her bizarre pair of pistol's barrels. Two hit the running Mary Sue, one in the shoulder and one in the thigh. To Will's and Angel's dismay, she got up, and somehow kept running, around a pile of crates, and into a back alleyway.
"Shit!" Angel swore and jammed her 'endless-bullets' pistol back into her jacket and racing after Jessawen, only to return not five minutes later, swearing so colourfully that Jack Sparrow would have blushed. She glared at Will, warning him that she was filthy angry. Carefully, Will gave her a questioning look and Angel frowned more.
"She got away. She'll have gotten back to the dimension rip to alert the Sue of my presence." The hunter began to grumble again. "So much for quiet secrecy!" She shook her head angrily, before grabbing Will's wrist and continuing to storm up the road to Swann Manor.
.:~*~:.
"So you're telling me that you've lost a Mary Sue and now she's potentially going to tell this 'Sue' character that there's a Hunter in the dimension and will cause more trouble than ever?" Governor Swann was ropable. Angel sighed, not bothering to answer the same question for the third time. The older man reeled on her. "Are you that incompetent?!" he roared.
Angel's eyes widened and Elizabeth shrank back into her seat next to Will. The Hunter's face darkened and she stood sharply, stepping right up to the Governor. Though she was a few inches shorter that the older man, right at that second, with the anger rolling off her in black waves, he seemed to shrink into his place quite suddenly.
"You DARE call me incompetent? How do you think I became the second in command? Because I am good at what I do. And YOU can stop questioning my judgment and credibility. I am in command of this operation, unless you'd like me to leave you alone with an infestation and the risk of an invasion? I have never lost a Mary Sue before. That one'll be back. She's cocky. She'll convince the Sue to let her take care of me herself and she'll come back. And when she does, I'll be waiting to take her down."
Yes, Elizabeth could definitely see why this woman was such a legend. She watched her father swallow his rage and squash his pride as he nodded at the Huntress feebly. Angel's words came back to Elizabeth, and she noticed something in particular.
"Um, Angel, what did you mean by an invasion?" she asked carefully. Angel pouted slightly.
"Mary Sues all take their inspiration from and worship the original Mary Sue story, which was written, obviously, by the Sue. The Hunters have been after her for years. And should the Sue find out that the Hunters know where her most recent dimension rip is, she might decide that we're getting a little too close to her and destroying the other Mary Sues. She may decide to mobilize her army and launch an attack. It's happened a few times before. To Middle Earth and to Hogwarts. The Hunters couldn't stop it.." Angel trailed off, the memories of those battles becoming a little overwhelming.
Elizabeth shuffled a little closer to her husband in worry, Governor Swann still looked a little shaken and Will was brooding.
Maybe we should find Jack? He'll need the help if this army mobilizes. And you did say that Mary Sue's came in all shapes and disguises," he said thoughtfully. Angel nodded carefully.
"What is this army anyway? A bunch of touch Mary Sues? A handful of elite Gary Stus?"
Angel shook her head at the Governor sadly. "Worse, much worse." Elizabeth stiffened and felt Will grope for her hand. The Huntress took a deep breath.
"She has fan girls."
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Far away, a bleeding Mary Sue knelt before her leader. Jessawen gave the Sue her news and waited for the Sue's reaction. The Queen hissed at the bad tidings. Her subtle takeover of the Pirates of the Carribbean dimension could be thwarted if this Hunter wasn't stopped.
"Take care of the problem personally, Jessawen. Should I lose this dimension, I would be most displeased. You will have forty-eight hours."
"Yes, highness. I will not fail you." Jessawen bowed, wincing slightly as the skin moved around her bullet wounds. A pair of servants helped her from her place on the floor and took her to the medical centre. The Sue turned away on her swivel chair and reached for her keyboard.
[Sender: Queen_Mary_Sue@royal.ms.net] [To: General_Sue@fangirlsarmy.net] General, prep da troops, n b ready 2 move out in 2 dayz, tops. Luv, Queen MS
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