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Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. It belongs to Disney and all those people. Though I do have a rather special relationship with Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow... Anyways, on with the story...
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"Will... Will..." The voice was new yet familiar as it called his name, and he followed the sound. He somehow felt a strong connection to the owner of this mysterious voice. He knew he had heard it before, but he could not think of where.
As he rounded the corner, he set eyes on a young girl, no more than twelve years old. Her soft white dress billowed around her as golden light played off of her dark ringlet curls and chocolate brown eyes. The freckles scattered about her face accented her beautiful smile as he felt those eyes gently delve into his.
"Will!" she called, a smile in her voice.
"Elizabeth..." he whispered in reply.
The sound of her laughter slowly reached his ears and she turned, her dress flowing silently in her wake. He took this as a signal to follow and began walking a few steps behind her. Her small, bare feet made soft padding noises on the wood floor. As he followed her, he watched her go through eight years' worth of changes over a time of about one minute. Her hair grew longer and lighter. She grew taller, and her body filled out in all the right places until it had taken on the form of a woman's. Her tight curls were replaced with silky golden waves. When she turned to glance at him over her shoulder, he saw that her freckles had vanished, leaving a smooth, flawless complexion in their place, slightly tanned by the Caribbean sun. Her full, pink lips were spread in a bright smile meant for him and him alone, her eyes dancing with mirth.
His breath almost caught in his throat. She was so beautiful.
She laughed merrily as she turned again, breaking into a jog. Her dress and hair danced playfully behind her. His pace quickened, but he did not run. The floor creaked under his feet. He marveled at her beauty and spirit.
She abruptly disappeared from his sight when she suddenly rounded a sharp corner. Her laughter rang out again, calling to him.
He turned the corner just as she had, but she was not on the other side. All that was there was a long, plain hallway with bare wooden walls. Exactly like the rest of this place, wherever he was.
"Will!" It was her voice. Slightly different than the voice of her twelve- year-old self, but still undoubtedly hers. It came from his right, and he eagerly followed the welcoming sound.
"Will!" her voice called again. Now it came from his left. It was everywhere. He continued to walk straight ahead, no longer sure which direction to take.
"Will!" She sounded distressed this time, and his heart skipped a beat as fear held him in its icy grip. She was no longer calling for him to find her in a fun and playful way; it was no longer a game. She was calling for help. He felt like vomiting just to remove the rude obstruction of his frozen heart from his throat.
"WILL!" She was screaming now. A long, loud, piercing scream of terror and agony. Her frantic, high-pitched voice surrounded his body and filled every corner of his mind, nearly drowning him.
His legs automatically sprang into a run as he began to search recklessly for her. He turned corners and went through doorways, following the sounds of her hysterical screams.
Her voice led him to a flight of stairs, which he eagerly leapt up, taking them two at a time. At the top he found yet another long, bare hall. This one did not even have doors along the sides; only one at the end, which was glowing faintly with an eerie, foggy white light. A shadow of her cries filled his ears, and he knew, inexplicably, that this was the door that would bring him to her.
He bounded down the hallway, his long legs carrying him swiftly to the other end. He tore through the doorway without hesitation, but nothing could have prepared him for what he found inside.
He entered the room at top speed, and his feet automatically stopped when his eyes met the most horrific sight he felt he would ever see. She was lying on her back, helplessly pinned to the floor by the large, filthy body of a sickening creature that could hardly be called human. The disgusting brute was breaking her, breaking her again and again. Grimy hands explored the most intimate areas of her body, exposing her and violating her in ways that no person should have to endure.
He would kill this monster. He would kill him for hurting her.
"Will, please! Help me!" She called feebly to him, her eyes pleading. Her hand inched towards him, but the revolting animal immediately snatched it back, grasping her wrist and dragging his horrible tongue across her palm before pinning her arm to the ground once more. A nauseating grin graced his ugly face as he raised a grubby hand and traced one dirty finger along the length of her neck, across her collarbone and down to her breasts, leaving a line of raw, burned skin in its path. She gave a weak scream of pain, trying to twist her way out from under him. But he was far too strong.
"Ah, come on, precious," he growled lowly in her ear, "don't struggle, now." Her shrieks and thrashes only increased with these words. He lowered his polluted lips to her neck as his hands resumed roving over every part of her, marring her with burned handprints left in every place he touched. His tainted mouth left horrid, dark stains on her skin.
Will could only stand and watch the horrific events unfold. He wanted so badly to move, to do something, to help her, but every time he tried he could not get his feet to budge, as though they were somehow attached to the wooden floor. He began to panic. He couldn't help her! He couldn't help her when she needed him the most. It was the worst feeling he'd ever experienced.
The monster's mouth trailed down to Elizabeth's chest, leaving those marks like hideous bruises all over her. It was obvious that she was rapidly weakening from the pain he was inflicting upon her and her attempts to fight him off. Her screams had become small, nearly insignificant moans. She beat against his shoulders with closed fists as he dropped repulsive, wet kisses across her chest, but he was quick to seize her wrists and press them to the floor yet again, holding them until Will could smell the burning flesh. She let out another keening wail. "Will, please..." she whimpered. Her eyes slid closed. "I'm dying..." Her voice was so quiet, and then her struggles ceased.
Will could take no more. He would not watch this foul beast ravage her limp body when she was powerless to defend herself. He reached across his waist and felt the cool, familiar handle of his dagger slide into his hand, unsheathing it in one swift motion. He quickly took aim and hurled it across the room. It landed square in the side of the monster's neck. The man froze in the action of leaning back down to Elizabeth's chest, and his hefty body rolled off of her, Will's blade embedded deeply in his throat. He was very dead.
Will wasted no time in rushing over to Elizabeth. He could move again! He reached her in just a few short steps and quickly knelt beside her still form.
"Elizabeth," he pleaded, pulling her broken body into his lap. He gently pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear with the greatest care. She looked so pale. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her features, her beautiful lips parted slightly and her eyes still hidden behind closed lids. His eyes traveled slowly down her body, assessing the damage. Angry red scars covered most of her, visible through the torn remnants of her dress.
"Elizabeth," he called again, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead in an effort to rouse her. He could taste the saltiness of her sweat lingering on his lips. Her lashes fluttered gradually against her cheeks and her eyes opened wearily, filled with deep hurt and confusion until they landed on his face.
"Shhh," he whispered, stroking his thumb over her cheek and giving her a shaky smile. She blinked slowly, melting into his embrace. "You're safe now," he murmured. His voice was low and reassuring, a warm and hypnotic melody soothing her into relaxation.
She lifted her hand and touched his face, tracing her fingertips over his brow, down his cheek and across his lips, learning each of his features by heart. Her eyes closed again, and she gave him the slightest smile. "Good- bye, Will," she said in the faintest whisper. "I'll miss you..."
"No, Elizabeth," he ordered, reaching up and wrapping her hand in his own. He would not let her give up. He could already feel tears stinging the edges of his eyes. "Stay awake. Stay with me."
"Good-bye..." it was barely more than a tiny movement of her lips, but it was enough to silence him. No more than a heartbeat passed before her hand went limp in his. Her shallow breathing stopped.
Will felt he would suffocate at that very moment. Winding vines of despair slithered out from his heart in all directions, falling into a convoluted heap in the pit of his stomach, running down his arms, snaking upwards to choke him around the neck until he wanted to scream to halt their progress. He pressed her wilted hand firmly against his chest and lowered his head in sorrow, letting his tears spill over and fall upon her lifeless body.
"Elizabeth... no..."
He watched as his tears splashed on her scorched flesh. The salty droplets spread over her, mending and healing the charred remains of her broken skin. He cried until there was not even a trace of a scar left on her, her beautiful body restored to its elegance and grace. But it was too late to save her. She was already long gone.
He heard a dull thump and a creak behind him, raising his head and turning cautiously. He immediately jumped to awareness and his eyes enlarged as fear swept him up into its strangling hold once more.
The monster was advancing on him, his yellow eyes wide and crazy, his rotten teeth bared. Blood poured from the gaping wound in his neck and he held Will's knife poised in the air, the blade still drenched in the same blood. He reached Will in a matter of seconds and plunged the dagger into the left side of his chest, before yanking it out and driving it in again. He stabbed him twice. Once for each half of his broken heart.
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A/N: Hi guys. I just want to let you know that even though this is my first story on the site I've been reading stories on FanFiction.Net for a while now and I love you all! Like I said, this is my first post so please review and please be gentle! Next chapter should be up sometime soon if you guys liked the first.
- Meggie
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Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. It belongs to Disney and all those people. Though I do have a rather special relationship with Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow... Anyways, on with the story...
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"Will... Will..." The voice was new yet familiar as it called his name, and he followed the sound. He somehow felt a strong connection to the owner of this mysterious voice. He knew he had heard it before, but he could not think of where.
As he rounded the corner, he set eyes on a young girl, no more than twelve years old. Her soft white dress billowed around her as golden light played off of her dark ringlet curls and chocolate brown eyes. The freckles scattered about her face accented her beautiful smile as he felt those eyes gently delve into his.
"Will!" she called, a smile in her voice.
"Elizabeth..." he whispered in reply.
The sound of her laughter slowly reached his ears and she turned, her dress flowing silently in her wake. He took this as a signal to follow and began walking a few steps behind her. Her small, bare feet made soft padding noises on the wood floor. As he followed her, he watched her go through eight years' worth of changes over a time of about one minute. Her hair grew longer and lighter. She grew taller, and her body filled out in all the right places until it had taken on the form of a woman's. Her tight curls were replaced with silky golden waves. When she turned to glance at him over her shoulder, he saw that her freckles had vanished, leaving a smooth, flawless complexion in their place, slightly tanned by the Caribbean sun. Her full, pink lips were spread in a bright smile meant for him and him alone, her eyes dancing with mirth.
His breath almost caught in his throat. She was so beautiful.
She laughed merrily as she turned again, breaking into a jog. Her dress and hair danced playfully behind her. His pace quickened, but he did not run. The floor creaked under his feet. He marveled at her beauty and spirit.
She abruptly disappeared from his sight when she suddenly rounded a sharp corner. Her laughter rang out again, calling to him.
He turned the corner just as she had, but she was not on the other side. All that was there was a long, plain hallway with bare wooden walls. Exactly like the rest of this place, wherever he was.
"Will!" It was her voice. Slightly different than the voice of her twelve- year-old self, but still undoubtedly hers. It came from his right, and he eagerly followed the welcoming sound.
"Will!" her voice called again. Now it came from his left. It was everywhere. He continued to walk straight ahead, no longer sure which direction to take.
"Will!" She sounded distressed this time, and his heart skipped a beat as fear held him in its icy grip. She was no longer calling for him to find her in a fun and playful way; it was no longer a game. She was calling for help. He felt like vomiting just to remove the rude obstruction of his frozen heart from his throat.
"WILL!" She was screaming now. A long, loud, piercing scream of terror and agony. Her frantic, high-pitched voice surrounded his body and filled every corner of his mind, nearly drowning him.
His legs automatically sprang into a run as he began to search recklessly for her. He turned corners and went through doorways, following the sounds of her hysterical screams.
Her voice led him to a flight of stairs, which he eagerly leapt up, taking them two at a time. At the top he found yet another long, bare hall. This one did not even have doors along the sides; only one at the end, which was glowing faintly with an eerie, foggy white light. A shadow of her cries filled his ears, and he knew, inexplicably, that this was the door that would bring him to her.
He bounded down the hallway, his long legs carrying him swiftly to the other end. He tore through the doorway without hesitation, but nothing could have prepared him for what he found inside.
He entered the room at top speed, and his feet automatically stopped when his eyes met the most horrific sight he felt he would ever see. She was lying on her back, helplessly pinned to the floor by the large, filthy body of a sickening creature that could hardly be called human. The disgusting brute was breaking her, breaking her again and again. Grimy hands explored the most intimate areas of her body, exposing her and violating her in ways that no person should have to endure.
He would kill this monster. He would kill him for hurting her.
"Will, please! Help me!" She called feebly to him, her eyes pleading. Her hand inched towards him, but the revolting animal immediately snatched it back, grasping her wrist and dragging his horrible tongue across her palm before pinning her arm to the ground once more. A nauseating grin graced his ugly face as he raised a grubby hand and traced one dirty finger along the length of her neck, across her collarbone and down to her breasts, leaving a line of raw, burned skin in its path. She gave a weak scream of pain, trying to twist her way out from under him. But he was far too strong.
"Ah, come on, precious," he growled lowly in her ear, "don't struggle, now." Her shrieks and thrashes only increased with these words. He lowered his polluted lips to her neck as his hands resumed roving over every part of her, marring her with burned handprints left in every place he touched. His tainted mouth left horrid, dark stains on her skin.
Will could only stand and watch the horrific events unfold. He wanted so badly to move, to do something, to help her, but every time he tried he could not get his feet to budge, as though they were somehow attached to the wooden floor. He began to panic. He couldn't help her! He couldn't help her when she needed him the most. It was the worst feeling he'd ever experienced.
The monster's mouth trailed down to Elizabeth's chest, leaving those marks like hideous bruises all over her. It was obvious that she was rapidly weakening from the pain he was inflicting upon her and her attempts to fight him off. Her screams had become small, nearly insignificant moans. She beat against his shoulders with closed fists as he dropped repulsive, wet kisses across her chest, but he was quick to seize her wrists and press them to the floor yet again, holding them until Will could smell the burning flesh. She let out another keening wail. "Will, please..." she whimpered. Her eyes slid closed. "I'm dying..." Her voice was so quiet, and then her struggles ceased.
Will could take no more. He would not watch this foul beast ravage her limp body when she was powerless to defend herself. He reached across his waist and felt the cool, familiar handle of his dagger slide into his hand, unsheathing it in one swift motion. He quickly took aim and hurled it across the room. It landed square in the side of the monster's neck. The man froze in the action of leaning back down to Elizabeth's chest, and his hefty body rolled off of her, Will's blade embedded deeply in his throat. He was very dead.
Will wasted no time in rushing over to Elizabeth. He could move again! He reached her in just a few short steps and quickly knelt beside her still form.
"Elizabeth," he pleaded, pulling her broken body into his lap. He gently pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear with the greatest care. She looked so pale. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her features, her beautiful lips parted slightly and her eyes still hidden behind closed lids. His eyes traveled slowly down her body, assessing the damage. Angry red scars covered most of her, visible through the torn remnants of her dress.
"Elizabeth," he called again, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead in an effort to rouse her. He could taste the saltiness of her sweat lingering on his lips. Her lashes fluttered gradually against her cheeks and her eyes opened wearily, filled with deep hurt and confusion until they landed on his face.
"Shhh," he whispered, stroking his thumb over her cheek and giving her a shaky smile. She blinked slowly, melting into his embrace. "You're safe now," he murmured. His voice was low and reassuring, a warm and hypnotic melody soothing her into relaxation.
She lifted her hand and touched his face, tracing her fingertips over his brow, down his cheek and across his lips, learning each of his features by heart. Her eyes closed again, and she gave him the slightest smile. "Good- bye, Will," she said in the faintest whisper. "I'll miss you..."
"No, Elizabeth," he ordered, reaching up and wrapping her hand in his own. He would not let her give up. He could already feel tears stinging the edges of his eyes. "Stay awake. Stay with me."
"Good-bye..." it was barely more than a tiny movement of her lips, but it was enough to silence him. No more than a heartbeat passed before her hand went limp in his. Her shallow breathing stopped.
Will felt he would suffocate at that very moment. Winding vines of despair slithered out from his heart in all directions, falling into a convoluted heap in the pit of his stomach, running down his arms, snaking upwards to choke him around the neck until he wanted to scream to halt their progress. He pressed her wilted hand firmly against his chest and lowered his head in sorrow, letting his tears spill over and fall upon her lifeless body.
"Elizabeth... no..."
He watched as his tears splashed on her scorched flesh. The salty droplets spread over her, mending and healing the charred remains of her broken skin. He cried until there was not even a trace of a scar left on her, her beautiful body restored to its elegance and grace. But it was too late to save her. She was already long gone.
He heard a dull thump and a creak behind him, raising his head and turning cautiously. He immediately jumped to awareness and his eyes enlarged as fear swept him up into its strangling hold once more.
The monster was advancing on him, his yellow eyes wide and crazy, his rotten teeth bared. Blood poured from the gaping wound in his neck and he held Will's knife poised in the air, the blade still drenched in the same blood. He reached Will in a matter of seconds and plunged the dagger into the left side of his chest, before yanking it out and driving it in again. He stabbed him twice. Once for each half of his broken heart.
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A/N: Hi guys. I just want to let you know that even though this is my first story on the site I've been reading stories on FanFiction.Net for a while now and I love you all! Like I said, this is my first post so please review and please be gentle! Next chapter should be up sometime soon if you guys liked the first.
- Meggie
.