(Warnings: Character death. Don't like it, don't read it. I happen to BE a huge Norrie fan...)
Chapter 2
The street is silent, filled with shadows. I walk alone, following the directions that Lord Beckett had given me.
"Housing fit for a privateer," he had said, raising his glass to me. Mr.Mercer had been staring at me oddly, but I had taken non notice of it- that man was strange, anyway.
I shake the memory from my mind, and stop walking. Beckett's description does not match with where I am- a cold, empty place, rundown and dirty.
"I must have taken a wrong turn..."
"In fact you have not, Mr. Norrington." The iciness of the voice chills me, and I am about to turn when a sharp, sudden pain thrusts itself into my back.
I sink to the ground, moaning in agony. "Who-?"
"Lord Beckett wanted me to ask you a question. He wants to know if you honestly expected him to let you reclaim any power whatsoever. After all, he has the heart- you are of no worth to him, now."
Mercer.
I hear his footfalls as he starts to walk away, but then they stop.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Lord Beckett bids you a fond goodnight."
Mercer's footsteps fade, and I cough violently, the scarlet of my blood staining the ground.
"Forgive me..." I gasp into the night, hoping my words miracuously get to everyone I've ever hurt, everyone I've ever betrayed.
Velvet blackness closes in on me.