CHAPTER 1

"Ohh, nice scarf," Evie complemented her opponent, before pulling it off from around his neck and kicking him to the ground, "It's mine now."

Quickly, she kicked his sword away before he got any ideas about rejoining the fight, it hit the water below with a splash. Evie heard a battle cry from behind and spun around quickly to block another incoming attack. Her sword clashed against another, and Evie was forced to take a step back.

The boy attacking was stronger then he looked and Evie was unprepared to take on a strong frontal assault. She pushed back with a grunt, but the other barely moved. Instead, he shifted his weight and kicked her square in the chest, a loud crack echoed throughout Pirate Bay.

Evie cried out in pain and shock as she fell backwards, hitting the broad walk with a thump. The back of her head bounced hard against the planks and the blue haired girl's vision went black for only a moment. Her sword rolled out her hand and Evie curled into herself to block out the pain.

"Evie!" Someone yelled out to her, it sounded like Carlos, "Look out!"

Evie's eyes snapped open, she saw a worn boot raised above her head, ready to stamp down upon her. Without thinking, Evie rolled to her right and slipped through the railings off the boardwalk. She landed on the lower level with another thud and a groan. Her chest and head hurt even more from the rough treatment, no doubt she'd have lasting marks for days to come.

Black spots danced in front of her eyes as Evie tired to pull herself from the ground. She could hear the fight continuing around, more bodies hitting the water below and another smoke bomb going off. Evie let out a cry of pain when a large hand grabbed her roughly by the hair and lifted her from the ground.

Evie's own hands immediately tried to pry the source of pain away, without any success. Once Evie was on her feet, she came face to face with a man. She frowned in confusion, he wasn't dressed as a pirate and was far to old to be apart of Uma's crew, but he did look vaguely familiar. Evie felt that she should know the man, his name, however, escaped her.

"Let me go," she demanded.

"I think not, princess," the man replied, his free hand reaching up and gripped the teenager's throat.

Evie gasped sharply as her air supply was cut off, her hands flying to her throat to try and pry the man's grip from herself. The man only smirked and just squeezed tighter, Evie could feel herself grow weaker, the fighting around her faded away and all she could focus on was the situation she was in.

Evie felt his other hand leave her hair, and reach for something on his belt. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of the shiny silver dagger. She knew that dagger, it belonged to her mother, it also meant she definitely knew the man holding her. Evie racked her brain for a name, anything to try and reason with the man.

His smirked widened as he watched the young princess gasp for breath. Her feeble attempts to loosen his grip amused him greatly, he wouldn't fail his queen this time, this time he would get it right.

"Hum," Evie tried.

'No,' she thought to herself, she wouldn't give up, she knew who he was. He was her mother's huntsman, the one that was to kill Snow White and couldn't go through with the horrendous act. Maybe she could convince him to let her go, just like Snow White did all those years ago.

"Humbert," she gasped out, "Pl-please. Let. Me. Go," each word was harder harder to to say as Evie ran out of air.

"No," Humbert pulled Evie close and whispered into her ear, "Your mother says it's your time. I will not fail her this time."

With that said Humbert slashed the dagger deeply across Evie stomach, a creepy smile on his face. Evie cried out in pain, tear pooled in her eyes and hands pressed against the wound, in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Air rushed back into her lungs as the blue hair girl was let go from the huntsman's punishing grip. However, her relief was short lived as Humbert reared back and swiftly kicked Evie in the chest. Evie let out a scream of pain and terror as she felt herself fall backwards off the broad walk and into the water below.

She heard numerous people scream her name, but all she could see was the smirking huntsman leaning over the railing, watching her fall, the bloody dagger still in his hand. Evie hit the water with a splash and sank like a stone to the bottom. Evie really hoped that Uma had been lying about there being sharks in these waters, she didn't want to become shark bait. The last thing she saw, before the darkness took her, was a dark shape swimming towards her.

TBC . . .