Chapter 3- Join the Undead
"K-Kiara? She wants to s-see me?" Aindréas stuttered.
"Yes. Get your ass off the ground, captive!" Gráinne yelled.
Aindréas obeyed and immediately rose to his feet. He went out the door, shooting a mixed look of pain, fear, and happiness to Guybrush.
"Ah, Aindréas!" LeChuck said. "So good to see you."
"What the fu-" Aindréas began, only for Lorcán to have Desdemona and Gráinne gag him.
"What do I want? Nothing, this time. 'Tis Kiara who has the requests." LeChuck grinned.
"What did you do to her?!" Aindréas screamed, beneath the gag.
"I did nothing. Ye can't do anything to the undead. They can only do it for themselves."
Aindréas sighed and quit struggling. A young woman walked into the room. She was not unlike Elaine, short with long curly hair, but she was, or appeared to be the walking undead. Aindréas sank to his knees when he laid eyes on her. He would do anything for her, maybe he would even join the Dark Side.
"Aindréas." She said, her voice cold and distant.
"Yes, Dearest?" He asked, his blue eyes darkening to a beautiful sapphire color.
"Join the undead." She said, even colder than before. Desdemona picked up a long sword, encrusted with gems of all kinds. She brought it to his soft cheek and sliced off the gag, dragging the end lightly along his cheek. A thin line of blood appeared and slowly dripped downward onto the floor. Kiara looked indifferent and Aindréas stared at her with a painful look in his soft blue eyes. He looked at her with only the utmost love, but she was unable to return it, or surely she would have.
Aindréas was dragged to his feet and the blade was placed at his neck. Desdemona repeated the question. Aindréas repeated his answer, and shut his eyes, preparing for the evil daughter to slice his throat.
"What's she doing?" Blondebeard asked.
"She wants to slit his throat, but she can't!" Elaine said, somewhat panicked.
"Why not?" Herman asked.
"Because he refuses to join the undead! Should he ever want to join, then she could slit his throat, effectively killing him and making him part of the undead." The Voodoo Priestess told him, still staring into the crystal ball.
"We need to help them!"
"Yes, but how?"
"We could… We could, uh… Grampa! Please help me think!"
"First time I've heard that in a while." Herman muttered under his breath.
"What about all the people that Guybrush's life has ever affected? We could tell them about it and ask for donations, and we could pay the Lorcán guy to let him out!" Herman said.
"Oh, yeah. You are a Marley! You are one of the Anti-LeChucks! Lorcán would imprison you with him!" Blondebeard snapped.
"I was only tryin' to help!"
"Wait! That did help. We get all those people that Guybrush's life has ever touched and we round them up, along with all their friends and family, and then we form an army, and we go in there and try and rescue him!" Elaine said, happily.
No one in that room had the heart to tell her that it might fail. Looking into their eyes, Elaine saw what they were thinking. She heaved with a sigh.
"If we… If I don't try, then I will die without my husband anyway. I love him so much that I cannot stand being without him. Please, help me." She whispered, sinking to her chair crying.
Herman stood up.
"I'll help you." He whispered, placing his strong, aged hands on her shoulders and giving a gentle squeeze.
One by one, the others in the room stood up and volunteered their lives for Elaine… and for Guybrush.
Wow! I am so, so sorry about not updating this! I totally forgot about it! I remembered after I went around the internet and noticed that the mixnmojo servers were back up… Well, I updated, and hopefully I'll get some more reviews.
"I don't want to die,
I don't want to kill,
We are all human,
It's time to prove it."
-Anti-Flag's 911 for Peace