Okay, I know there is already a fiction about if the Shevvingtons won, but this is my version of what could have been. I did like the other version too,but what would it hurt to make one of my own, I thought. Well here it goes...
"Wharf Rat" The words were around her but she didn't hear them. Not anymore. The words were just there. Just like her. They were both lifeless and didn't have souls. They were both nothing to somebody.
She once meant something like those words. She once had a family who cared, but she had that stolen from her just like her sanity. She once knew this would happen, that she would mean nothing thing just like these words. Knowing didn't help.
She wander around. Day after day she would stay on the pier and look for work there. When she first got off the island she never imagined she would end up here. Dottie, her best friend, had even left her. Anya had left Christina even after Christina had saved her from the same fate. But she wasn't conscious enough to take notice to these things.
Every night she went back to the old sea captain house. They all called her crazy. They made bets on if she'll end up the same way the old sea captain's wife did. At the bottom of the sea.
Anya, Dottie, and Val met together often. No matter how often they tried to avoid the topic, Christina would somehow be mentioned. They never quite understood how Christina was strong enough to save them from the Shevvingtons, but not herself.
The Shevvingtons left long ago. They continued their rain of terror. Christina had fought to stay. She stayed in her room. She was in the room of fire, they left it there just for Christina. All the others were gone just like the souls and the lives of their previous victims.
That what people thought. They learned about the Shevvingtons, but not soon enough. Not soon enough to stay Christina. But she was still a "Wharf Rat" to them, but they didn't think she knew, but they were wrong.
Christina knew what they called her. She just didn't have the energy to fight anymore. Christina knew that she meant nothing. She just wanted to ignore the fact. Christina knew her friends left her. She couldn't blame them. Christina knew what they thought would become of her. She let them talk. Christina knew she was the topic of her old friends a lot. She didn't care anymore. Christina knew everyone now knew about the Shevvingtons. She knew they couldn't face her after that.
Every night in her room of fire she would look at the list. The list of names of past victims, who couldn't be saved. Knowing there will be more who couldn't be saved. To her there was no point to care, because she failed.