This is one of my first crossovers. It's the first one I've published. I was watching a MEP for Disney/Non crossovers. It was called "Bad Romance" and is excellently done. It almost looks professional the artists are so talented. I really recommend checking it out. I'm thinking about continuing with this, but I don't know yet. By they way, I hope to finish Stutter and update Kurosaki Weddings; Arc 2 soon, however, I haven't had access to my Mac for a while. My next chance, I'll put the stories on my flash drive and finish them on my other computer. Let me know if I should continue with this story as well! Thank you! :)
I looked down at the ground ten stories under me and kicked my feet. I huffed and looked up at the stars that looked down on me above the city. I smiled thinking back to the last month. Atlantis. I shook my head and laughed. Who'd believe that in a million years? A crash below me brought me out of my thoughts. A man was running from a cluster of police. He grabbed a trash can and tossed it upwards, catching the ladder to the fire escape, making it drop with a loud clatter. He took one more bound forward before leaping at the brick wall blocking his escape. Bouncing backwards, he gripped the ladder and soundlessly pulled himself up, starting up the stairs towards me. The cops on his tail angrily scrambling after him. He reached the roof. Alarmed, I leapt to my feet defensively.
"Listen, Buddy, I'm not sure what you did, but you take one more step and you're gonna get it." I threatened raising my fists. He sized me up for a moment. His curious gaze made me waver and I hesitated for a fraction of a second. Dumb move. The cops reached the rooftop and he jumped forward, grabbing me around the waist and dragging me back with him. I felt cold steel caressing my neck and his breath in my ear. All the sweating men in front of us stopped and thinned into a line of policemen.
"Let the lady go." One of the older men ordered. My captor laughed.
"Yeah, okay. And I should probably let myself be caught too." He scoffed before backing towards the edge. They let out shouts of protest.
"Don't you dare." My voice shook.
"Awe... You scared I'm gonna let you fall?" He teased. I sent a death glare sideways at him.
"I said, 'let the lady go.' She didn't cause you any harm." The old man repeated. My kidnapper spun me to face him and flattened me against him. Then he did the unthinkable. The psycho jumped, me in his arms. I let out a scream, wrapping my arms around his back and holding onto him for dear life. There was a jerk, and a few seconds later, I found myself being carried down a dark pier. I began to struggle.
"Hey! What are you thinking? Let me go! Wasn't my help in escaping enough for you?" I didn't get an answer. He only pulled me tighter against him, so I couldn't move. I knew I was captive, with not the slightest chance of breaking out of his iron grip. That didn't stop me from trying. He leapt over a row of barrels and ran up the edge of a plank onto an old ship.
"Ship out immediately! Ugh, I hate London." The man shivered, setting me on my feet. I fell to my knees, shaking. He walked in a circle around me giving orders and smart comments here and there. I rose to my feet and stumbled to the edge of the ship, staring at the shrinking lantern light of London's docks. I spun on my heels.
"You asshole!" I shouted. The deck silenced. His back was to me. He slowly turned around.
"Me?" He asked with a serious face. I was stunned.
"Are you stupid or something?" I demanded. He glanced sideways at a tall shirtless man who shrugged.
"Something." I rolled my eyes. He sauntered towards me.
"You're eyes." He smiled. I blinked.
"What?" I growled.
"I was blown away by how beautifu-" He let out a grunt as my fist connected with his stomach.
"Take me back, Psycho!" I yelled, towering over where he was lying on the ground. He looked up at me and recovered getting to his feet.
"No can do, girl. You're stuck with us until we get to the next stop. I will not be returning to that hell hole called London." I clenched my fists again.
"I'm Audrey!" I shouted. He smirked at my name.
"Sinbad." I scoffed, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms.
"Seems to fit you, Psycho." He beamed.
"Thank you." I raised a fist and he reacted defensively, backing up. I paused.
"I want to go home." He huffed and looked around us at his crew, who were still watching us. They all immediately returned to working. Sinbad turned back to me.
"How about a nap? You seem a little cranky. Is this usually the time your mother puts you to bed?" My jaw dropped and my eyes blazed with fury.
"Why you..." I began. He cut me off.
"But that's not right... Your mom took off when you and your older sister were little. Didn't she, ... Audrey?" I stopped dead. How did he know that? Only Sweets knew that. Or so I thought. Did he let it slip? Sweets wasn't one to make mistakes, though. I couldn't fight it anymore.
"How did you..." Once again, he cut me off.
"The only way I could know that is if I knew you, your sister, maybe your father might've let it slip in a drunken daze... But, Audrey. What if I told you I know your mother? And that she sent me to bring you back to her?" He slowly walked around me, trying to penetrate my mind. I spun and faced him. I drew back and let my fist fly. He caught it inches from his face. He clucked disapprovingly in my ear, leaning inches from my face. I felt tears begin to fall from my eyes. All those years of refusing to let it slip, of forcing my shoulders to stand tall and proud, controlling my emotions, and this punk I just met managed to unravel all 17 years of it. He smiled and used his grip to force me into a cabin ahead of him.
He continued pushing me until I lost my balance and hit a bed of pillows. He let go and was still standing.
"You really are a psycho." I whispered as he locked the door.
"I pride myself in it." I rolled my eyes, shrugging out of the thick wool coat that covered the deep blue dress I wore. I looked up and blinked when I caught Sinbad watching me from a chair in front of the door.
"What?" I demanded. He shook his head leaning back.
"Nothing. By all means, strip while you're on a ship full of men who are the equivalent of dogs." I rolled my eyes and pulled off the overcoat to my dress. I laid back. "What are you doing?" He asked sitting up. I readjusted until I was comfortable. I looked over at him.
"I'm going to sleep. What else do I have to do?" I asked indignantly. He didn't reply. I crossed my arms behind my head and closed my eyes. I forced my arms to stop shaking.
I locked the door after dropping her on my bed. She sat up in frustration and glared at me.
"You're really a psycho." She muttered, lacing it with a thick Spanish accent. I smirked in amusement.
"I take pride in it." I replied turning around. I pulled my desk chair across the floor and sat in front of the door. She glared at me for another moment. I blinked in surprise when she began removing the wool coat that was tight against her. I held my breath when she shook her shoulders to free herself from it. The smell of hazelnut from earlier made my head swim. I was her.
"What?" She demanded, casting me a creeped out look. I shrugged.
"Nothing. But by all means, strip on a ship full of men who might as well be dogs." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, ignoring me. I couldn't keep the grin from my face as she continued removing the thick coat over her navy blue dress. I set my jaw, seeing that her figure was much more slight than I had originally thought. "What are you doing?" I asked when she crawled across the bed and shuffled to get comfortable.
"I'm going to sleep. What else is there to do, ah?" She snapped, crossing her arms behind her head and closing her eyes.
Greyness overtook the sky as daylight began it's rise. I stared out over the peaceful ocean and closing my eyes, breathed in it's salty scent. I opened my eyes when the scent of hazelnut disoriented my senses. Audrey was sitting on her knees below me playing with the ship's mascot, the boxer, Spike. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth and his tail was moving at ninety miles an hour. She was scratching behind his ears and talking to him like he was an infant. I raised an eyebrow.
"So what's the deal with kidnapping that little girl?" Kale asked from behind me. I turned in shock. I regained myself before answering.
"Money. Do you know how much we were offered for her?" He crossed his arms.
"You're gonna sell her?" I dropped mine.
"Did you really think I kidnapped her for my own entertainment? I would never do that. Too risky. We'll be rid of her within a few weeks. Once we get there, I'll turn her over and we'll fill our pockets and leave." I shrugged. I looked over the banister again. She noticed me this time and glanced up, the wind blowing her hair out behind her. Little did the innocent girl realize that I could see straight down her dress. I stood erect and spun around. Kale raised an eyebrow at my expression. "Find the kid a shirt that'll cover her. Pants too." I added before walking away, trying not to enjoy the sight I'd just witnessed.
"Thank you." I smiled, courteously as the large man closed the door behind him. I looked at the shirt and pants in my hand. I sighed and struggled my way out of the dress I was getting sick of tripping over. I threw the white fabric over my head and it nearly fell to my knees. I looked in the elegant mirror that was probably stolen at how ridiculous I looked. I jumped as the door opened. I spun to face the man who entered and came eye to eye with Sinbad, who looked as shocked as I was. Neither one of us moved. He broke the silence several long moments later.
"That's my shirt." I looked down at it and put my arms in the air to get my hands through the armholes entirely. The action must have pulled the shirt too high for his comfort, because he turned towards the desk that wasn't facing me. I quickly pulled the pants over my hips and luckily, they fit enough that they weren't falling off. He glanced back at me before grabbing a sword off one of the bedposts.
"Wouldn't a pistol be more useful in a fight?" He furrowed a brow and looked over at me.
"Pistol?" He looked genuinely confused. I wasn't about to show him the one I always kept strapped to my upper thigh. "You've never heard of a pistol? A gun?" I asked, curiously and slightly concerned. "Where are you from?"
"Doesn't matter... I can't ever go back." He muttered looked at the gold scattered across the dark wood.
"That's a sucky answer." I put my hands on my hips. He glanced back at me.
"Syria." I raised an eye brow.
"You came all the way to London to cause trouble?" He laughed.
"You're a really naïve girl." I was taken aback by his retort. He stood and held his arms out. "Do you know who I am?" He asked confidently.
"Until you kidnapped me, I'd never heard of you, Psycho." His grin dropped with his arms.
"I'm Sinbad. Terror of the Seas." I forced myself to keep the smile off my face.
"You look ridiculous when you make that face." He gritted his teeth and looked like he was about to say something. I was thrown forward by the crash of something colliding with the ship. His arms wrapped around my back and we slammed into the post, sliding to the floor. The door to the room swung violently open and the man who gave me the clothing stood there.
"Kale? What's going on?" Sinbad demanded, sitting up. Kale hesitated when he saw our position, but quickly snapped out of it.
"We're under attack, Sinbad. It looks to be another sea monster." He was covered in cuts and blood trickled from a gash above his eye. Sinbad pushed me aside and began to follow Kale out the door. He turned to me.
"Um... Stay here. Out of the way. So you don't get hurt." He slammed the door.
I stopped in shock, seeing the chaos that was the deck of my ship. I drew my sword and immediately jumped into battle with giant claws that seemed unnatural. One strike and I knew conventional fighting was out. I turned to Kale and dodged a blow.
"Where are the..." I was kicked in the chest. I leapt to my feet and came face to face with a masked human. He charged again. I ducked and was knocked to the ground by another. Where were they coming from? I rolled to avoid a spear through my chest. It caught my shoulder and pinned me to the ground. I let out a shout of pain realizing death loomed over me. Three loud bangs brought my attention to my doorway. The fire in Audrey's eyes startled me and I turned back to the attacker hovering over me. One large shot through the bare chested man. He fell backwards, dead. I swallowed before pulling the knife from my shoulder and scrambling to my feet. The massive beast on the ship turned to her. Audrey moved fast, but not fast enough. It gripped her around the waist and hoisted her into the air. It gave a loud screech before taking a powerful leap into the salty water. I ran to the edge, adrenaline beginning to hype me up. I climbed onto the railing and I felt something grip me wrist.
"You're really going to fight that thing injured for a pay check?" Kale looked genuinely shocked. I laughed.
"Please, even the goddess of discord couldn't outdo me."
Without letting him argue I plunged into the icy water. I managed to catch it's tail. I spotted Audrey, unconscious a few feet further up. I pulled myself towards her. Without hesitation, I gripped her wrists and tried to pull her free. Not working. I braced my feet on the hard surface of the monster's claw and pulled harder. All that got me was her top off. I frowned and let go of the soaked fabric. I was running out of air and ideas. I had one left. I braced myself again and pulled her upper body against me, tightening my arms around her back. I gave a tug, nothing. I had no air left. One last try. With everything in me, I pulled up. The pants let loose and Audrey came free. Thank anyone out there for under garments. She'd murder me if she were awake and completely naked.
We broke the surface and I gasped taking in blessed air. My ship passed and Kale hauled us effortlessly on board. I laid her down a pressed my head against her chest and listened to the faint heart beat. I grunted, dreading her coming to and pulled my knife, splitting the corset she'd left on up the front. Audrey didn't move. I pressed my lips together. Someone shoved the crowd and Kale aside. A black man, who easily dwarfed Kale, I'd never seen before, towered over me and Audrey.
"Get out of my way." He thundered shoving me back, immediately listening for breath then tilted her head back and pressing her open mouth to his. Audrey came to life the second he pulled back and rolled over, coughing up water. He turned to me and roughly ripped the shirt off my back, dropping it over her. She looked up at me from where she laid then at the man towering over me. Taking the shirt around her, she pushed off the deck and into his arms.
"Sweets." She cried, as he crushed her in a tight hug. I frowned as something in my gut twisted to seeing her in the arms of that man.