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Next comes some of Jack's anger, after this chapter. Now comes some of Blake's history. Enjoy.
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Will stared at the walls for a while before growing very bored and a tad claustrophobic. He began to start breathing tightly, trying to tell himself that he was alone and no one could hurt him in here. He jumped as there was a knock on the door. He didn't answer, but the door cracked open slowly anyway.
"Will? It's Blake." Will's eyes widened a bit and he sat up straighter. Blake stepped in the room and shut the door. Will swallowed hard and squirmed a little. "I won't hurt you." He stated in a hurt voice that made Will feel guilty.
"Sorry." He whispered without thinking. Blake frowned at him and dared to take a step forward.
"Why are you in here all alone?" He asked, but just as Will opened his mouth, Blake guessed. "Was it Jack Sparrow again?"
"Captain." Will muttered, earning a smile from the other boy, showing off his white teeth, seeming to light up his perfect face even more. Blake looked over Will, even though he was squirming uncomfortably, obviously not liking the examination. Blake noticed that the two were very much alike, except that Will was the rougher version of himself; the same slender fingers, only calloused from hard work, the same pale skin, but Will's was rough and dirty, matching his deep hair and eyes, the opposite of Blake's.
"Why are you always around him like that? Why does he treat you like his personal... pet?" Blake knew that was the wrong word, but he couldn't think of how else to describe it. Will flinched at the word and Blake felt bad about that at once. The boy didn't say anything and Blake stepped closer, another wrong thing to do, causing Will to breathe strangely and back up more. "I'm sorry. I just was wondering, thought you might like some company besides the Captain." Blake offered, stepping back from Will, knowing full well that he'd made the boy uncomfortable and that wasn't his place.
"You should leave before he comes back. He'll be mad at you for coming in here." Will said, trying to sound braver than he felt.
"Why are you so quiet? Why are you afraid?" Blake asked gently, sitting on the floor away from Will, trying to make him feel more powerful. Will thought for a moment before opening his mouth to speak, changing his mind and closing it again. "Will," He whispered. "We all have secrets."
Will looked into his knees as he heard the other boy stand and begin to leave. He couldn't tell him anything, could he? He was someone that Will didn't trust, he didn't know him, yet... The strange resemblance scared Will, but made him seem more human and less monster.
"Wait..." Will said softly. "Don't leave me." Blake smiled his charming smile and sat down once more.
"I just want to be your friend Will." Blake stated carefully. Will nodded in reply and they sat in awkward silence for a moment before Blake tried pushing his luck again. "Will, why does he treat you like glass?"
"He's protecting me." Will defended his friend.
"Why?" Blake asked before he could stop himself. Will blushed a little and looked away uncomfortably.
"He feels like he needs to." Was all Will said before changing the subject. "Why did you freak out over..." Will couldn't bring himself to say Barbosa's name. Blake knew what he meant though.
"He hurt me a long time ago. As I said, I haven't broken down like that in years, just seeing him brought back harsh memories. I've come to terms with it, but just seeing him..." Blake trailed off, glancing up at Will through his jewel-like eyes. Will was calculating him, trying to decide if what he said was true.
"What did he do to you?" Will asked tentatively, and when Blake hesitated, Will got nervous, thinking he'd said the wrong thing.
"Same question goes to you." Blake said. He lifted his shirt and turned around, showing off stretched out scars from the very same whip that had abused young William. Will's eyes grew wide in wonder. Blake's eyes bore through him, determining to see the marks he knew were there. Will slowly raised his shirt to his chin and turned halfway. Blake's eyes seemed to spark in fury as he saw the healing scabs on both his front and back. Will lowered his shirt, his eyes never leaving Blake's. "That's not all, is it?" He asked with anger lacing his words. Will refused to answer, even though he had the strongest feeling that Blake knew from experience just what Will had gone through. Plus, once Will said it out loud, it would seem more real. He kept trying to force the memory from his mind, telling himself that it never happened, but he knew that he'd never be able to forget if he acknowledged this to anyone.
"You'd better go." Will stuttered out. He could hardly believe that Blake was so much like himself, it had to be a trick. Blake gave him the same confusing, unnerving, calculating look again. It made Will feel as though he were being read, as though all his memories were flashing in his eyes for the world to see. Blake nodded shortly and stood to leave once again.
"Any time you feel alone, just remember I'm your friend, I'll be there if you need me." He once again nodded in goodbye and slinked out the door. Will frowned, he didn't understand how Blake knew him so well, was he that open? He never talked to anyone, stayed near Jack at all times, how else would Blake know anything? Will didn't like that Blake was so friendly, that he actually wanted to be friends with Will, even knowing how broken he was.
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