He turned, grabbing his coat and chucking it on over his shoulders, slinging his sword against his hips. "Don't move." He grumbled, slamming the door shut and stalking up the stairs, adjusting his bright pink mask and chucking aside his bow-tie. "Time 'o play."
Stuart immediatley curled into a tight ball, his lips feeling as though they'd nearly been ripped off. His body shook violently with sobs as he tried to slow the bleeding with shaky hands. He coughed hoarsly, his throat raw from begging and screaming. He wiped at his eyes with blood soaked fingers, smearing the crimson liquid across his cheeks.
Screams and the sound of clashing metal rang for moments.. or was it hours? Stuart didn't know, but as blood clouded his vision, he heard footsteps pounding against the stairs. With a creak, the door opened, bright white eyes noticing the shaking, huddled figure on the bed. " 'ey man.. calm down.. you ok?" He spoke softly, approaching quietly. Was it a kid or somethin'?
He whimpered hoarsly, causing a coughing fit as the boy curled more into himself. Stu, upon hearing the kind voice, very shakily lifted his head and looked at the man. His lips were bloody with skin hanging off here and there, his head covered in buises; a mixture of tears and blood gathered beneath his eyes and a fresh bite mark stood out on his neck. He parted his lips to say something, instead letting out a high-pitched sob and curling back up.
"W-Woah-! Hey man, calm down." The wide set man mumbled quietly, rushing over and kneeling beside the bed. "You're 'eally beat up.. hey.. is your eye ok?" he grumbled, gently assessing the pale boys wounds, but not missing the gaping black hole where, he guessed, a beautiful, gem-like green eye once shone.
Stu let out a meek noise, tentatively brushing a trembling hand across his fractured eye and cringing visibly. He let out a choking sob, coughing and looking at up the man with a trembling hand reaching towards him. "P-pwease.." The young man managed to croak. "T-take me.. a-a-away... fwom 'im..." He made an attempt to come closer, the simple action showering him with pain.
Russell rushed forward, catching Stuart in a pair of strong, muscled arms. "W-Woah there! Just hang on!" He rushed to whisper, his thoughts drifting to the battered and bruised body in his arms. D'mn, this guy is 'eally beat 'p. he grumbled inwardly as he slung Stuart in his arms, gently of his bleeding and aching wounds. "'APTAIN!" He hollered as the captive began to sway, eyes drifting close. Silence rang on the deck.
The thin man let out a rough cough that left his lips dotted with blood, whimpering and snuggling back into the arms that held him with a sob. His eyes, still filled with quickly falling tears, could catch a few hints of his savior as he felt the large man hurry down the hall.
Silence rang throughout the deck as Russell clomped up the stairs,shoving the door open with his shoulder. "'aptain! Captain!"
"Wut?" A voice called, ringing against the sea that had Stuart's heart stopping in his chest. Boots stomped down the stairs from leaning against the mast, coming down to the port of the boat.
With all the energy the trembling, sobbing, beaten boy could muster, he turned his head and blinked his tears from his eyes. The effort it took caused excruciating pain, giving him only a second long glance before falling limp in the large pirate's arms.
The last thing in his mind before it all turned back was a olive green blur accompanied by two smaller red and black ones. That simple image was enough to comfort him in his deep rest.
"Ugh, 'ightweight." The Captain grumbled, smacking a hand against his dirt grimed face. "Get 'em to 'he ship." He mumbled, rolling his discoloured eyes and stalking to the planks that connected their ships. "KILL 'HE CREW!"
The pirates clashed violently; blood staining the musty wooden decks and bodies littering the water around the ships. Once the pirates had finished their Captain's command they moved back to their own ship triumphantly. All the noise didn't so much as phase the unconcious young man as he remained just as limp and unresponsive.
Voices spoke hazily, rushing in Stuart's ears.
"'here 'hould 'e p't 'im?"
"'apt'in's 'uar'ers."
The sound of a door creaking and the thudding of boots against stairs seeped into his mind as soft sheets caressed his back.
Something warm and solid ghosted through Stuart's hair.
His face twitched slightly as he was suddenly bathed in pain and warmth. The voices became a bit more easily heard and he listened to keep his mind off of the paralysing pain.
A small, gruff sigh wafted through the air, the fingers leaving Stuart's hair. "'lean 'em up.." the voice mumbled, a rickety door slamming shut.
Sun tittered in through the void of windows, water sloshing against the sides of the ship as it rocked and swayed to the tides. Sheets rustled and voices called out, muffled under the wooden floors.
Stu felt himself bathed in the sun's warmth, his eyelashes fluttering slightly as he came to. The pain seemed significantly less then his last crude awakening, which pleased the dazed and sleepy boy. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, letting out a groan. "Oi... meh 'ead... 'n meh 'ands... 'n tha wrest o' me..."
A thud, the sound of a hollered scream, and the boat tipped, veering to the left, causing Stuart to topple clumsily out of the sheets; mangling his already bruised- destroyed- body.
He let out a mixture of a yelp and a pained screech as he curled up into a shivering ball of pain. After a moment Stu managed to unfold, looking around in a dazed manner. He wasn't sure where he was or where the people were that he'd heard the last time, though his curiosity of what lay behind the door that was a few feet away got the better of him and he struggled ot his feet.
His eyes, one feeling incredibly sore while the other only vaguely stung, trailed down to his body as he realized he was wearing something he wasn't used to. It was a rugged, torn up tunic with patches and stains littering it. The shredded edge hung about half way down his thigh and he vaguely wondered how it'd managed to get so incredibly gross.
Oh yeh, he thought. Piwates..
"Get ye scallywags off 'he 'loor! Bac' to 'he 'unks for you!" A voice hollered, the tone gruff and muted as if the persons nose was jammed with marbles of some sort. Splinters dug in against Stuart's skin as he climbed the rickety stairs, the ship swaying and creaking as he approached the lopsided, black soot covered door.
He swallowed a pained noise as he lost his footing and fell against a wall; bumping his tender wounds on the rotted wood. Regaining his balance quickly, Stu managed gently pushed the door. It didn't budge. He gave it a more insistent shove and it squeaked open, the bluenette stumbling forward.
Stuart's eyes, one still a glittering green and the other now a deep, dark black pit, grazed across the decks of another pirate ship and its crew. He turned, sheilding his eyes from the sun as he did so.
His breath caught in his throat as his gaze came to rest on the apparent Captain of the ship; unable to stop a few rampant butterflies as they flittered about in his stomach.
A few moments passed before discoloured eyes met discoloured, pained eyes. "'ell.. look 'ho's awake.. RUSSEL!" The green-skinned man turned and screamed, his black hair sliding into his eyes.
The younger shrunk back immediately as he yelled, his natural fear of pirates still strong even if they'd saved him from certain defilement. Stu, his gaze shooting to the ground as though being scolded, couldn't help but send the Captain another look. He seemed so.. surreal; shadowed against the sun with that strong, dominating stance and those cold yet curious eyes.
The butterflies in his stomach, which had been thrashing wildly as their eyes made contact, died down a bit as his gaze drifted along the planks. His body was aching -dully though it may be-, making him feel weaker then usual. He placed a hand on his forehead and glanced around for this 'Russel', who was apparently coming to see him.
"Take car' o' 'his.. priso'er. 'lean 'is wounds 'p!" The Captain called, allowing his eyes to linger against the bluenette's figure for a moment too long before he turned and walked back to the mast, grabbing a rope and slinging himself up. "Cast 'hem sails!" He called as Russell stood in front of the other, blocking his sun-light view as he motioned to bring him below.
Stu practically had to tear his eyes away from the captain as he looked up at the rather frightening pirate looming over him. The young man swallowed with a whimper, quickly doing as he was told and stumbling his way down to where he'd originally woken up.
"S-so.." He coughed slightly, his throat raw with his earlier screaming. "Yew'e... R-russel, wright?" The boy kept his voice hushed and his head lowered as he slowly swung his thin legs back and forth in a nervous manner.
"Man, 'ou look 'orse for wears, dude." Russell mumbled as he shuffled around getting supplies for the battered and bruised "prisoner."
He nodded weakly, his eyes transfixed on his slowly swinging pale legs as he tried to not think about where the large assortment of bruises and cuts had come from.
"So, what's yer name, lad?" The black man mumbled as he came to sit on the bed next to the other, the bed tipping slightly with his added weight.
Stu instinctively shied away, giving him a rather fearful and apologetic look. "S-stua't Tussp-pot, si'.." He whimpered quietly.
Russell gave him a complacent look, gently touching his cheek with a small cotton swab. "Nice name Stu-Pots." He mumbled softly.
"Fanks.. Mista' Russel..si'.." He winced as the small fluffy object touched his cheek, his words fitting out quietly between cringes.
"G-Geez, sorry man." He grumbled, his white eyes watching the others movements. "I'm gunna need you to take your shirt off, some of 'hese 'ounds run deep."
"S'okay.. and, uhm.. awright." Stu pulled off the ratty tunic, folding it and setting it beside him on the bed. He glanced down, swallowing hard when he realized just how horrible he looked. His entire body was now exposed other then his underwear, which were stained with blood and torn slightly in places. "Wow..." He breathed, blinking a few times as though not sure this was his own body.
Russell felt bile rise in his throat at the deep, penetrating wounds that accented Stuart's body. Finger marks were bruised against his arm and neck, long gashes ran from his neck to his navel, and nail marks dipped into the crevices of his skin; bite marks following in their wake.
A few involuntary tears glimmered in Stuart's eyes as he gazed down at his own body as though in a dream. The shock seemed to numb it all to hardly a dull sting.
"I-I'm.. so 'orry man.." Russell mumbled, keeping his eyes low as he gently cleaned and bandaged the gruesome wounds, making sure to clean them thoroughly.
"Yew done in 'here you 'ullards?"
Stu jumped at the sudden yelling, instinctively curling up in a ball and looking over at the door from behind his bangs.
"W-Woah! I am so 'orry man!" Russell called, placing a gentle hand against the quaking boy's shoulder. "MURDOC! You cracka'ass! Yer scarin' him!" Russell growled, throwing a heavy pillow at the thick, wooden door.
Stu swallowed thickly, his body trembling slightly as he waited to see the deranged pink-masked pirate come stomping in. He felt choked up and paranoid, but found no way around it, so he took comfort in the only place he could and huddled up against Russel's side fearfully.
Russell wrapped an arm around the violently shaking boy, gently rubbing his fingers against the others shoulder. "Shh.. Stu."
"What's got 'im in a 'unch?" Murdoc grumbled, rolling his discoloured eyes as he stomped into the room, slamming the door shut with a loud 'bang.' His eyes avoiding the others.
The younger man, upon seeing who it was, relaxed almost completely, letting out a near-silent sigh and sitting up slightly. He looked down at his bandages in a nervous way, tracing a finger along one and mistakenly over the cut it was hiding. He winced, quickly putting his hand back at his side but not raising his gaze.
Murdoc let his eyes drift over Stuart's; his coal black heart pounding in his muscled chest. "So, 'e speak 'et?" He mumbled, licking his lips, his pointed tongue poking out of his mouth and sliding back in.
Stuart nodded slightly, feeling the other's eyes one him and fighting viciously as a blush tried to creep across his face- though in truth he had no idea if it helped to stop it at all. "M-Meh name is Stua't Tusspot, si'.." He said quietly, peeking up at the older through his blue bangs.
"'eave us." Murdoc grumbled, his eyes never leaving the others beautiful green and black eyes. "Stu Pot, eh? 'ell, 'ell, well." He smirked, his rotted teeth pushed through his lips in a grimace. "Welcome to me ship, yew prion'er.
He shivered slightly, meeting his gaze shakily. "P-pwisone'?" He asked hesitantly, a sudden blush coming over his face as he noticed the tunic beside him on the bed and realized he was still in only his underwear. He quickly pulled it on, standing on his knees as he pulled it down to mid-thigh.
Murdoc smirked, licking his lips predatory. "So, 'tu is it? What 'appened to 'ou?" He grumbled, flopping in a chair against the wall and kicking his feet up onto the bed, adjusting his long red cloak.
Stu kept his head lowered but his eyes didn't leave the older pirate for an instant. "W-well.. y-y'see, si'... the'e was 'is, u-uhm.. p-piwate..." He struggled to come up with the proper words to describe what'd happened without breaking down in tears again so he trailed off with a loud swallow and a slight shrug.
"'ell how did ye get captu'ed by ol' 'aptain 'Urzel?" He grumbled, tipping his hat down to block his eyes, clenching his fists shut as he thought of the bastard who was hopefully floating in the middle of the sea.
"'e-e attacked tha p-po't city whe'e ah lived..." The other explained quietly, pulling his knees to his chest as he tried to ignore the sickening feeling that was quickly growing in his stomach.
"'eakling." He growled, rolling his eyes and standing up, storming to the door and flinging it open. "RUSSEL! Take 'em to 'he 'ages." He grumbled, stalking out and moving to the cellar at the bottom of the ship. He'd have to drink away his problems with this little dullard.
Stu watched after him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open enough to show the gap in his teeth. He looked up at Russel meekly as the large man approached, asking, "w-wot in the wo'ld did ah do?"
Russell sighed softly, grabbing Stuart's elbow gently and leading him to the so-called "cages". "You were just you. Murdoc is.. 'nteresting fella."
His bare feet slapped a bit louder on the planks as he hurried along and clung to Russel's side. It was almost like having his father back... "S-so.. wot'll 'a-appen to me?" He squeaked, unsure of if he wanted the answer.
He ducked his head, letting loose a small exhale. "You'll stay in the cage. I'll 'ring ya' some 'ood and water 'ut 'hat's it." He looked down at the other with apologetic eyes. Stuart had gone through so much. He was going to have a talking with Murdoc.
The young man nodded, looking at the bars that would be his only companion for a while and gulped. When Russel stopped in front of one in particular, Stu went right ahead in. There really wasn't any point in putting up a fight as he would surely lose and he was too sore to do anything like that anyway. He sat down near one of the back corners, shrugging at Russel, who stood solemnly watching him.
"Can' be too bad.. yeh?" He pushed his bangs out of his eyes and leaned back against the rotten wall with his eyes closed.
Russel let the bars clang shut, the lock falling into place. "Sorry 'ittle man. No sun, no'ffin." He shook his head, smiling loosely before his white eyes and wide shoulders turned and stomped up the stairs.
Stu didn't actually find it that terribly unliveable. It was a rather nice temperature, the floors were less splintered as they didn't have constant boots tromping across them and the gentle swaying seemed quite lulling. The only offsets were the smell and the bars. Of course, because his eyes were closed, Stu only had to deal with the stench of rotting wood. He curled up and pressed his back against the wall, letting out a long sigh that mingled with a groan and began to quietly doze off.
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