Fresh Start, Renewed Hate
Hi People. I have returned with new vigor. Be prepared for new characters, inane pointless cameos, and Celia figuring out the truth. Well anyhow let's pick up where we last left off. Oh, and for the people who have yet to read Terrified, here is a brief summary of what last happened: Stuff happened. Now on wit da fun!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own POTC, and giant green monkeys are flying out of your ass.
Celia groaned. This was so uncomfortable. She was crammed under a desk tucked into a ball. She was hiding. Her ass hurt, her legs were cramping, her ass hurt, she had a headache, and her ass hurt. Okay, maybe this wasn't the best location of hideouts. Right about now she could think of one infinitely better hidings spot: in front of a loaded cannon. GOD DAMNIT! What kind of pansy was she being? She could get through this, she could be brave, and she could be- OOW! She got a booboo on her finger. She rammed it into the damn desk, and God it hurt. Why was she down here anyway? Oh yeah...
Flashback
"You go that way, and get all the ammunition you can find. You go that way and... err-do stuff." Jack was pointing in random directions and ordering people around. It was obnoxious. She noticed he kind of puffed himself out whenever he was giving orders, kind of like a frog does. Well, no not when a frog was giving orders because frogs can't, and don't give orders. She was referring to the way they puffed out their throat and- screw it, you get it or you don't.
"And you-"he said spinning around to look at Celia, "You go hide, and don't do anything stupid." She could do that! She-She could do that! For once she was ordered to do something she could actually do!
Flashback within a Flashback
"I need you to climb up that tree, and get the cat out, ok?" Celia nodded, and turned toward the tree. Suddenly it seemed pretty damn tall, and the cat seemed miles up, and unworthy of her help. She should walk away, and she would. Screw Nathaniel, and screw the cat.
"Na-Nathaniel, on second thought, I'd better no- AAAAGH!" She was interrupted by Nathaniel grabbing her and tossing her up to the first branch. She grabbed and clutched the limb for dear life, swinging her legs up grabbing the branch with them as well. Jesus, if there was anyone up there would they PLEASE not let her fall. She'd do everything the bible said. She swore to it.
"Celia, keep going, you've got to get the cat!" Nathaniel yelled from what seemed like miles away.
"NO! I-I can't go any higher. I-f I fall I'll die. I'm too high up, PLEASE GET ME DOWN!!" Celia shrieked begging for his mercy.
"Uh- Celia you're only four feet from the ground at most. You can just put your feet on the ground."
"NO I CAN'T I'LL DIE!"
"Err- no you won't, seriously just put your feet on the ground. That's all you have to do."
"I DON'T WANT TO DIIIIIIIIIEEEE!"
"I'm just going to walk away." Nathaniel turned and walked away, leaving Celia shrieking four feet from the ground.
End Flashback... err the one inside the first one, you know the second one, I think
The cat thing was awful, but she could run and hide. She was great at that. She gave Jack a mock salute and ran off.
End first flash back, the original one.
Damn, she couldn't do anything, the one thing she thought she could do, run and hide, she'd managed to screw up, of coarse this shouldn't surprise her, she'd screwed it up before. With those insane twins (wink wink). No, don't think about them she'd only get upset. They were, well, if she never saw them again, it would be too soon.
She sucked on the owie on her finger. What she needed was some mild amusement, she briefly remember the invention of the Banana Song. That great, amazing, wonderful song had come from boredom right? So maybe she could come up with another great thing. Like maybe she could, err, make up a game. No, she didn't have the attention span needed to do that. Oh screw it, she was already bored with the idea of coming up with stuff. She decided to sing the Banana Song a few times, and think of ways to slaughter thousands. Maybe she'd think up a way to rid the world of all she despised, namely everyone, and everything, save herself, and dessert.
"Hungry?" She looked up at the owner of the voice, he looked mildly familiar, like someone she'd met, but only in passing. Oh well.
"No. I hate you." The guy looked slightly offended, and walked off. Her stomach growled as he left. Ok truth be told she was hungry, and didn't hate him, of coarse truth be told, she could use that phrase after everything she said. Oh well life trucks on.
"You're willing to let yourself starve for no absolute reason other than you like to lie?" Lacey glared down at her sister.
"Nope." Truth be told...
"You're an idiot. I am only glad it hasn't rubbed off on my wonderful intellect. You must feel blessed to be in such wonderful company, I... blah blah blah blah blaaaaaaaaah." Lady tined out Lacey's 'I'm soooo amazing' speech. The only thing larger than Lacey's ego was her big fat head. Well her head wasn't fat because by saying its fat, Lady was saying that her head was also fat, as they were completely identical. She looked up at Lacey.
"Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah." Lady cocked her head to the side. Why was the sky blue? Was there some stupid reason, or was it just one of those 'it just is, so shut up and except it' things? Probably the latter oh well. Did birds sweat? How did they keep cool? Was there some method, or was it purely migration? She sighed, and rubbed her temples, soon realizing that Lacey was still talking. Lady sat on the deck, and laid her head back, now would be a good time for a nap. Celia had now sung the banana song thirty-six times, and imagined over one hundred sixty-six deaths. She was on super death mode. It was her record. Never had she thought of so many deaths consecutively. Celia twiddled her thumbs, and listened. Maybe her hiding spot did make a little sense. She'd picked a spot far from the sounds of gunfire; in fact she could barely hear it. All she could hear was her breathing, oh and the approaching footsteps. Wow they sure were getting close, and wait a minute, what the hell was she thinking? There were approaching footsteps, and she hadn't the faintest clue whose they were, and she was being calm. She panicked. She must have eaten something. Of God, what if she died? Still her thoughts not on the footsteps, well not until the door swung open. Okay now she was panicking about the footsteps, and whomever they may have belonged to. She peeped under the desk, and watched the boots cross the room; they were moving toward the desk. Oh God, Oh Jesus. PLEASE DON'T LET HER DIE! Not yet, she still needed to do- err- something. Okay, so she didn't have anything she really had to do, but still, she didn't want to die.
The boots walked around the side of the desk, and a hand came under the desk, and grabbed at Celia.
Review please. Maybe that was a little sadistic, but oh well. My sister called me a bitch after reading this.