Chapter 7- Freedom.
Disclaimer- Really, start to think this over, if I friggen' owned Pirates of the Caribbean why the hell would I be writing on fan-fiction. I don't want to be rude, but well… yeah, before you tell me I am a plagiarist consider that you nit wit.
Pairings- Undecided
Warning- Contains spoilers, gore, angst.
Summary- He doubts his love, the hatred burning a fire in his soul. Hate disheveling him, controlling him until he is no more. Can William Turner ll put the things in his past behind him, can he put the pain of his heart past him to save his friend Jack Sparrow, or is that man now his enemy. Should all his hate be sent towards him? The question left un answered until the very last words.
"If murder could come in the form of words. You would have killed me long ago. If love had come in the from of words. Than I would have been in love with you since day one.
If pain could come in the form of words. Than I would have suffered farther than you could ever imagine, more than one woman, girl, could in a life time.
If happiness could come in the form of words. Than my smile would never leave for you. If hope could come in the form of words. Than my hope never would have stopped short.
If everything could come in the form of words. Than I would finally be completely sure. One thing in life could keep me completely secure and never have a fear or regret.
If you could understand what I knew. Your life would change one hundred ways for sure. You wouldn't be able to think like you did when you were blind to the pain and suffering. The things that I have seen would drive someone like you completely mad and insane.
The things that I have heard would kill you inside and soon find its way to kill you out."
"I don't understand,"
"You shouldn't my dear."
Elizabeth Swann woke up with a loud gasp and her forehead covered in sweat. She had another one of those strange dreams, "Will…?" She moaned. "Will…?" She felt hands picking her up and strange voices.
"Sir, she's waking! Sir come quickly!" One of them said, it sounded feminine.
"Yes, then rest her in my cot." A second voice ordered, this one was definitely a man's. "Miss, can you hear me?"
"Where's Will?" Elizabeth stammered.
"Who?" the man asked.
"Will?" Elizabeth repeated. "What happened?"
"I don't know of anyone else that was with you, we found you on the side of the ship floating in a small boat. Apparently you were attacked by something, and we took you aboard. You were alone." The man said gravely. "My servant and I have been taking care of you, my name is Adam Jacobs, and my servant is Isolde Carnet."
"No you have to be wrong; Will was with me, I'm sure of it!" Elizabeth screamed. "You had to have seen him."
"Ma'am you were alone." Isolde reassured her, Elizabeth noted that she had had an Irish accent.
"I promise you! I was not alone! William Turner was with me! Check the boat you found me in, there should be blood on the oar. He cut his hand, check I swear to you its there!" Elizabeth screamed.
"Give her the medication." Adam whispered to Isolde. He turned to face Elizabeth, "Darling you need to see a doctor."
"Jack this isn't time to fool around," Will growled. "This is madness Jack Sparrow!"
"Calm down mate, I am almos' certain tha' my plan will work out jus' right." Jack said promisingly. "savvy?"
"No Jack, I don't 'savvy'. And I swear to the gods I will kill you if you say Savvy to me, one more damn time." Will warned his eyes darkened.
"Oh well then sa—" Jack started sarcastically.
"Don't think I won't do it, you fool" Will said raising his sword to Jack's throat. "You have no weapon, and are locked in a small room with a very angry William Turner. Watch your back, hold your breath."
"Of course…" Jack swallowed. He had noticed a change in the younger man, but never such a violent change. Hell knows what happened to him.
"Jack, do you realize what you have done? Do you realize how stupid you are? I should kill you for this. I should kill you right," Will pulled his sword out again and pressed it hard against Jack's throat. "Now. Slowly, and let you feel what I have felt for so damn long. Right Jack, I should let you suffer." Jack nodded hesitantly. "But I won't, I can't kill you just yet. I have to wait for the opportune moment. As you would say."
"William, wha' is it tha's making ye so, odd?" Jack asked picking out his words carefully.
"Just a little bit of everything Jack." Will growled. "It's being here, that's driving me insane. Jack we are not dead men, not just yet. Is it just me or is there something wrong with living men in a place of the damned?" Will furrowed his brow.
"I wouldn' say that boy." Jack warned.
"I'll say whatever I damn please!" Will snapped.
"Than ye'll have ta deal with the' big man 'imself." Jack laughed.
"Aye," Will laughed. "What can he do when we are not even in his 'territory'?"
"Ye'd be surprised, William." Jack laughed.
The water was so thick, and dark. The water was a crimson sort of color. I couldn't breathe, the air was so thick and warm; so moist. I couldn't see anything, the sky was red. I lost my mind temporarily. The waves were crashing down upon my cold skin hard. I was alone in the sea, with no boat. No boat, no one else. Where was Will?
"Will?" I screamed. "WILL?"
No response came for the longest time; it was silent except for the violent thrashing of the water. The water grew cold and I felt my hands go numb. Followed quickly by my legs, and I fell under the waves. Under the water I opened my eyes, and I could see again.
I saw so many horrors that I never thought possible. I saw Will, he was at the bottom, and his arm was covered in a deep marking. Lines, thousands of lines, cuts, scars, blood. So much blood covered his arm. I saw the pain written on his face, his eyes were shut tight. There was a second figure, a man. With long dread locks, it had to have been Jack Sparrow. I nearly gasped but if I had I surely would have died. I just floated underneath the crashing waves watching Will lie there in pain, and Jack Sparrow beside him; dead.
The water had a sudden wave of heat, flames shot up from the bottom. Will and Jack were gone suddenly. I re-surfaced and gasped for a breath. I could finally breathe again. There was the boat that Will and I left in! I climbed in and I remember nothing more.
Elizabeth Swann woke up in the middle of the night in a strange cot, thrashing violently. Sweat covered her forehead, she cried out for help. A woman came in quickly and re wetted a towel and dabbed it on her forehead and face.
"There, there love, you had a night terror. It is alright, rest now." The woman spoke with a heavy Irish accent.
"Isolde?" Elizabeth gasped.
"Yes, I'm pleased to hear that you remember my name. Now, you need your rest miss." Isolde said comfortingly.
"Yes.." Elizabeth groaned, "My head hurts terribly."
"Rest miss, just rest." Isolde repeated.
Elizabeth laid her head down and sighed. "Yes… of course."
The room was burning with fire, William Turner stood with his back to the many in it. Sweat covered his forehead and chest. His shirt was torn off nearly completely, his right arm was crimson red. With cuts, slashes, scars, blood and markings from the devil and the wounds that were held on his back from the Flying Dutchmen were exposed to the others.
"I want my freedom," he growled. "I am not a dead man, nor have I pledged my soul. I want my freedom."
"Really?" Came a dark, deep voice. "Ye want your, freedom?"
"Aye," Will spat.
"Than you shall have to show me why your worthy of it." The voice snarled.
"And you are the one that I must show? I am neither a dead man, nor a pledged fool. I am a free man, and can cause you to be put down in your position if you keep me here." Will growled. "I have the mark of the one creature stronger than you, and the anger within my body can be released upon you if you wish."
William Turner turned with a grim smile to face the creature in front of him. The creature made a move to step forward. Will raised his hand, "Don't try it." He spat. "You have already angered my by bringing me here, and you continue to push me, and you will be as weak as these poor souls you hold captive."
The creature stopped and let out a low growl. "I will see to it that you shall get the punishment that you deserve for this. Threatening Satan's right hand man."
"How can you be so sure that you will always be his right hand man?" Will asked.
"Because I am sinister and no one else in this world is such." The creature bellowed.
Will snickered sarcastically, "You amaze me." He pulled out a switch blade and toyed with it for a moment. "You see this?" He said. "I could kill you just as easily as I could a little child with this small, little blade."
The creature gave a low growl. "You are wrong!"
"Am I?" Will snarled. "I doubt that, you are just as vulnerable as I am."
The Creature gave no defense. Will placed the switch blade into its sheath and pocketed it. He gave a low laugh and walked closer to the creature. "Free me." He warned.
"Never."
Will's eyes darkened. "I think that was the least wise choice you could have made in one hundred years." Will growled as he struck the creature with his switch blade. The Creature hissed and its hand covered the long break in the flesh. A dark, nearly black blood seeped from it.
"That was un-wise, human." The Creature snarled.
"Aye." Will laughed. "Let me out."
The creature snickered and smiled sinisterly. "Not now that he has come."
Will felt his right arm burn, and he felt like there was a fire within it. The cuts and slashes grew onto his torso. His eyes shut and he lost all consciousness, his legs gave way beneath him and his breath escaped his lungs as his back crashed on the burning ground.
"Now you are weak." Growled a second creature, The Devil.
Will gasped as he felt the cuts growing deeper; his breath came shorter and shorter by the moment. Until it came no more.
Some what of a Cliff hanger there,
Well I felt terrible about not updating in like,
Forever.
So I updated two days in a row.
Enjoy.
And I'm trying to make the plot move faster.
That's why this is so,
Dare I say it;
Confusing!
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KRiSTiN ANNE