Chapter 11: A Painful Mistake
The Dark haired captain pushed himself up off the ground, her hands immediately retracting, and he turned to face her. He could see the Celtic girl on the ground… she wasn't moving… she was barely breathing.
"Stop." He ordered looking into her blue eyes.
He was surprised...he had expected to see intense rage and hatred in those sapphire depths, but instead...they were dancing with mischief and...victory? She smirked and that smirk made a thousand different ideas run through his head...all of them naughty...he became aware of the increasing tension within his pants.
"Stop what...sweetie?" She asked leaning forward a little, her tone confident and rather...saucy.
He blinked a few times...damn his heart was pounding so hard and so fast. All he could do was stare into her eyes. What was this? What was he feeling? It was so strong...wild...real...it felt genuine and deep. He could barely breathe, let alone think.
"Don't kill her...please." He begged feeling the wind swirling around them.
The breeze whipped around them and the pressure in the air dissipated. There was a brief moment of silence as if the whole of nature was holding its breath. Then the ginger goddess raised an eyebrow before she started giggling, her eyes dancing with mirth and smugness? What?
"I'm not killing anyone. Isn't that right, Rem?" She replied and Killian's eyes snapped over to the Celtic girl.
Said girl simply rolled over and propped her head up with her left hand. She was smirking just like the ginger goddess and waved at him with her other hand.
What? What just...his eyes widened...did they just play him like a fiddle? What?
"Sorry about the whole near death thing. I didn't actually know that ya had been hurt...otherwise i would have aimed somewhere else." Rem commented getting up and sitting cross legged on the ground, an apologetic look on her face.
Killian was honestly flabbergasted, his mouth partially open in shock. Was this really all a setup that just happened to go a bit wrong by accident?!
"A ruse?" He asked weakly seeking verification.
Was this for real? Was it really all made up? What?
"From start to finish." The red head commented looking rather pleased with herself, "The almost killing you...that was an accident. Sorry...ish."
"Ish?" He echoed trying to wrap his head around what had just happened.
His head was doing the backstroke while the rest of him was trying to loosen itself from its shellshocked state. How in the…?
"Its your own fault, ya bloody idiot! Ya refused to look at her! Ya made her cry!" Rem snapped angrily, interrupting his thoughts.
Her words sunk in and the dark haired pirate snapped his gaze back to his goddess and sure enough, her eyes were shimmering slightly with residual moisture. She was in the process of wiping her face, removing the evidence of said moisture.
He had been so focused on stopping her that he hadn't even noticed that she had been crying. He has experienced a great many things in his life, most either painful or bloody. He has experienced heartache and loss, fury and hatred, grief and despair, and suffered from many varieties of pain and discomfort.
In this moment...this was the worst pain he has ever felt. Her tears...it was like every part of him was being dragged through shattered glass. A heartless queen squeezing his heart, his own rib puncturing his lung, the loss of his hand….even the loss of his elder brother paled in comparison to the pain he was feeling right now.
The curly ginger was right and it was his fault. His own cowardice had caused her pain. By simply refusing to look at her, he had broken her heart...he was right bastard that was for sure.
How could he do this to her? Hasn't she suffered enough? So many people have made her cry already...why did he have to be one of them? Damn...the pain in his heart was so sharp. Why...sweet lord, why did it hurt so much?
These feelings were so strong, stronger than anything he has ever felt before. He was confused and his head was spinning with countless questions. He needed answers, but where to start? His eyes flickered over to the goddess's accomplice in this little farce.
Wait...how did these two even meet? He had been watching her most of the day and there were very few moments when he hadn't been there. Hey...even he needed food and when nature calls, you don't ignore it.
Seriously though...why would the feisty Celtic girl be involved in the first place? What possible motive could she have for assisting the redhead? He was missing something...some kind of connection. Just who was Remaria Beltone McCreedy and why did she seem so familiar to him?
Killian Jones was sliding further and further into the light, yet echoes of his past still lingered. The mystery has gained yet another layer of complexity and his beautiful goddess has become that much more fascinating. Memory was such a fickle thing and fate was not kind.
