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Hello! I'm here to say this is my first story that I wrote in First Person. It's quite different and... I really appreciate reviews. And... shall I continue or not? I hope this rating isn't too low sooooo yeah... Reviews and reviews! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!
The crack of the whip sounded like the boom of a thunder in my ears. I closed my eyes awaiting the harsh blow but somehow I regained my strength and scrambled for the gun that was hidden inside my dresser. I cocked the pistol and pointed it at him, watching him smirk pompously. I felt a cold wet drop roll down the side of my pale cheek and touch the corner of my lip. I licked it to taste the icy bitter flavor of rusty metal, otherwise known as my blood. I narrowed my eyes at him hatefully as my finger touched the trigger.
"You wouldn't want to be doing that to your father would you?" he grinned maliciously and stalked closer as I backed up against the dresser.
"I would hardly call you a father. Rather yet, I'd call you a pestilent convict." I hissed, my voice wavering with anger. He had no right to call himself my father. He wasn't my father.
"Me a convict? I'd think you'd be the one once you shoot me. Or maybe if you are too intimidated to even kill someone." He said, the acrimony in his voice sounding deadly.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't pull this trigger and end the rest of your disgusting life." I growled, my voice so aloof that it even sent chills up my own spine.
"Because, you would never live with the guilt." He replied but that was when I pulled the trigger, the loud boom drumming in my ears. I couldn't take his constant reviles and whippings, I hated him. It was pure loathe the moment I set eyes on him. I asked myself why didn't she listen to me? She-meaning my mother. I wiped the blood off my head with my torn sleeve. I had to leave for the navy would be after me… I was a wanted criminal now. Yet I was called a criminal when it was only self-defense. I hated the society with their vile rules. Even a pirate's life was better. From this day on, I was considered as a pirate. A murder committed by me by anonymous reason or so they say. I had a reason but the foolish and ignorant society didn't know. I wouldn't waste a breath on them for they would seize me the moment they set eyes on me. I have no say, no rights... just simply nothing.
I ran away with an empty pistol, a rusty sword, a linen shirt, and breeches. I was a pathetic sight. They would find out soon so I had to leave Nassau Port. Anytime now I would hear a shriek and then a marching of soldiers, their boots noisily stomping in search for me. There it was; they just had started on their search. The shrill scream almost knocked my wit out of me as I ran faster. I collided with a man but I was too busy to look at his features. I stood up without apologizing and started to run until his arm shot out and grabbed me. He yanked me into the shadows while I stayed quiet for if I made a noise, I would be caught. He pressed me against the wall, his body and mine touching. There was no space to breathe… Either way, there was no escape now.
A warm breath against my neck shook me out of my thoughts and I looked up. I could barely see his face since the shadow hid him. But when I met his eyes, I thought I would never break the gaze. Those chocolate dark brown eyes, almost black, had entranced me into a daze. I felt my breath get stuck in my throat, my heart thumping louder, and my head spinning dizzily. I continued to gape at his eyes and watched them flicker with amusement.
"I don't think we've met before." I spoke timidly, almost too quiet that it sounded like a child saying it. I suddenly regretted sounding so meek for I was supposed to give off the impression of strong and independent.
"No, we haven't, luv." He replied as he leaned closer towards my face, his smirk becoming visible. "Mind telling me what your name is?"
I licked my lips subconsciously and found myself wanting to feel his lips brush against mine. I then reprimanded myself for wanting such a sick thing. I hardly knew the man and yet I wanted to kiss him? That was disgusting, repulsive, and- horrid! "If I told you my name, I'm not so sure if I should trust you or not seeing that you might do something incredibly stupid." I retorted, as his grin got wider.
"Oh like what? Hand you over to those blokes and risk my precious life for yours? I don't think so." He whispered threateningly but playfully at the same time. It made me furious at the thought that this man, this criminal, was trying to seduce me. "I'm already a wanted man-"
"Well, Mister Wanted, I'd rather go by the name, Miss Wanted." I snapped irately as he chuckled deeply.
"Pleased to meet your acquaintance Miss Wanted." He said mockingly.
"Yes, now I have to be off on my way. I am quite unwanted here so I think I will be heading for a way out." I tried to release my wrist from his grasp but got no avail.
"Ah! But I might have an escape route for you… Or help you escape." He grinned egotistically.
"And what would I give you in return." I snapped while trying to get away from him. If he grinned a second longer, I swear I would knock him out cold…
"Ohhh, just help me commandeer a ship." He said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"Commandeer a ship?" I squeaked as he nodded his head enthusiastically. "No way, Mister Wanted, no way. That is the worst possible way out. With all those Navy men guarding it, there is just no way am I risking my 'precious' life." I mocked him with his words. But then it was that I didn't even realize the words coming out of my mouth. I was stooping so low; I was partnering up with a wanted man to plan an escape.
"Oh and do you have a better plan? I think not so I'll be going with my plan. Besides, when has my plan ever failed me? -…. Alright maybe once when I gave away the heading to-," he started to ramble something that I seemed quite oblivious to.
"Hello! A way out?" I ordered and clapped my hands in his face. Who cares if I plan an escape with a felon? I was considered one myself and I'd rather live than die any day now.
"Oh yes! Trust me, I have a way out. Just follow me and trust me." He demanded and peeped his head out of the shadows. He motioned for me to follow behind and I did. He quickly ran, his arms flailing everywhere, to the docks with me in pursuit but I wasn't flailing my hands. He jumped into the water making some chilly drops splash on me. I jumped in afterwards and felt the cold pang on the side of my head.
My eyes rolled over and over as I slowly started to see different colors swirl in front of my eyes. The water stung my head and my wounds making me incapable of trying to swim. The cold water seemed to evoke my headache to become worse and almost seemed to stop me from thinking. I felt weak and limp, my body unable to move. I was frozen like a statue as I sunk further down the sea. I blinked my eyes several times and finally when my eyelids shut again, they were paralyzed and not able of opening again. My eyes dissented with my mind and I gave out into unconsciousness.
So and so! I am not revealing any characters yet so if you want me to continue and reveal their names, leave a review! Or I might forget this story... and also forget my train of thought. Hm... Well, if anyone wants me to continue, leave a review. Not saying that you have to, but I'd really love a few reviews. Bye- unless continued. :D
-CaptainESavvy