This is my very first fanfic. I hope you all enjoy. I'd love feedback!
I sat by the window, the lace curtains tickling my arm as the wind blew them open. It was dreadfully silent as it always was at night, but tonight I felt something eery upon us. My mother slept on the couch, her eyes shut, a blanket drawn close to her chin. She was so very still, that I would have thought her dead if it wasn't for the slow rise and fall of her chest.
I peeked out the window for the thousandth time, only to lay my eyes on the waves that clumsily made their way to shore. The dock held 3 boats that rocked back and forth, lights turned out. The wind blew my brown hair from my face, greeting me with a gust of sand. I let out a small growl and retreated back to my chair.
It was as if everything stopped for a minute. The wind ceased, my chair stopped, the crickets went silent, the waves ceased. Then came the shouting.
My mother woke up with a start and I jumped to my feet, staring out the window. A ship settled in the distance, small boats making their way to shore. Swords were drawn, orders shouted, doors busted open.
"What is it?" my mother says, walking to the window. Her eyes widen as she sees the sight "Oh no.. Philip"
Without hesitation I run to the fireplace, grabbing onto one of the two swords. I slip two knives into my pocket and start to pull on my boots.
"And where do you think you're going, Marina?"
"To fight. It's about time I can put my sword training to use" I growl, sliding my last boot on.
"You're not going. It's too danger-" I stand up, covering her mouth with my hand, telling her to be quiet. I can hear footsteps nearing closer.
"Mom... run..." I whisper, listening to every creak outside the house "Listen to me for once." I let go of her mouth and push her away, creeping slowly towards the front door.
It bursts open in front of me and I leap forward, my sword colliding with another. The pirate laughs at me, shoving me forward. "Oy, a liltl' girly." he seems extremely amused as he pushes me against the wall, his sword advancing to my throat. "Yar all by your lonesome."
I stare at him and quickly lift my sword, pushing his away from my throat "Why are you here?" I hiss. Both he and I circle, our swords lifted.
"Lookit you, tryin' to be brave." He laughs and I leap at him. Our swords cling together and suddenly we are going back and forth. I can feel my palms become sweaty as both he and I block the others advances. He stumbles backwards and I watch as my sword punctures his stomach. He stares at me, shock in his eyes. Blood trickles down his chin and he coughs, spraying it all over my face. I yank my sword from his body and watch him fall to the ground.
I stare at the body, wiping the bloodied sword on my pants. It takes a minute to process that I have just killed someone. The screams haven't ceased, but I must get away. I don't think I could outfight another, stronger pirate. I run out the backdoor and through the alleyways, hoping that I'm not seen.
Suddenly I run into something and I fall backwards, shaking my head, vision blurred. As I finally regain myself I look up to see a pair of greedy eyes staring at me.
Shock spreads through my body as I am grabbed by a zombie like creature, my hands tied together, throwing me on his back.