Upon A Painted Ocean - 19
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary:
When a mysterious plague hits Port Royal Will and Elizabeth go with Captain Jack Sparrow to find a cure. But when Will is captured by the man who unleashed the plague and infected with a strange new disease that feeds on love things start to get complicated. Slashiness!
Archive:
As long as you ask me first.
Disclaimer:
Pirates of the Caribbean and all its characters are not mine. I am making no money off this. Don't sue the college kid who are already broke.
Credit for the title goes to Coleridge's poem and P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning:
Same as always, first fic ever and English not my first language.
This update is kind of late, but I was in a really depressing mood. I've recently read some totally awesome PotC fic, and they are so good, that they made my stuff looked like crap. And my confidience took a pretty heavy blow. _ But anyway, I guess some people are just gifted.
" " speech
// // thoughts
*** *** memory/flashback (major flashbacks in this chapter)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Isle de Aves was a very small piece of land, that was half immersed in the temperamental and often unpredictable waves of the Caribbean. The water that surrounded it was as clear as the sky above and palm trees decorated the coast lines.
The island hadn't changed that much from his memory, at least not from a distance. What laid inside the caves and scattered around the white beaches were a completely different matter.
The late afternoon sun shone brightly into his eyes, and he looked down to avert the resulting stings. The boy beside him coughed softly, and immediately he sat back down beside the trembling form.
"Will? Ye all right there, mate?"
Will nodded between large gulps of air. The boy had insisted on coming with the rest of them. He had tried to persuade the stubborn lad without much success.
Will didn't have to say much, other than turn those soulful chocolate eyes at him. He was appalled at himself for the fact that his weakness was discovered and exploited so thoroughly, but had yielded under the probing gaze nonetheless.
The blacksmith was unwell, and getting increasingly so. He was somewhat relieved of the sense of helplessness when the small patch of land came within sight of the Black Pearl. It represented a solution to Will's illness, and if facing his demons could save the youth, he would gladly weather against the turbulence of his past.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, whelp?"
Will pouted indignantly and mumbled some feeble protest. He found the blush that tinted the alabaster cheeks endearingly cute. He swallowed down the snickers, since the youth would no doubt mistake them as insults.
"The Pearl will be all right?"
"Of course."
"It's just that, we haven't seen any ships around the island. I mean, they might be lurking around somewhere."
"She's made of stern stuff, a little surprise won't daunt her."
".... I am... worried, with Elizabeth left behind and..."
"She's made of stern stuff also."
"Yes, she is...."
The quite voice was wistful, he told himself to investigate the matter further in a later time. Elizabeth was actually easier to impel. She had simply accepted his decision without a word and went back to her brooding. Whether her meekness was resulted from the reluctance to be engaged in open polemic, or some other mood swing, Jack did not know.
He reckoned that whatever troubled the relationship between Will and the lass must had not been resolved. She had worn a grim look from the night she returned to the Pearl and often stole glances at him with an unreadable _expression.
//I think she suspect something.//
He didn't think he was being obvious, but then again he hadn't exactly been subtle neither. Aside from Elizabeth, he had been on the receiving ends of several weird looks from both Anamarie and the cook.
//As long as Will doesn't find out.//
He knew it probably hadn't been a good idea to shadow the youth's every steps. But Will was sick, and he just wanted to be close in case the boy needed anything.
//Keep on telling yerself that.//
Fine. So he just wanted to be close to Will, period. It wasn't a crime. Wasn't he allowed to care for his friend?
He turned his head slightly, the new position gave him a clear view of the incoming island and allowed him occasional glimpses of the blacksmith. His heart dropped at the paleness of the youth, augmented by the bleaching sunlight. Will had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. The skin on the boy's face stretched and bounded over high cheek bones.
"Will, when we are on the island.... stay away from me."
Will froze at the request, some indescribable emotion flashed across his face. Then the boy's eyes glittered with moistures. His heart skipped and he reached out with one hand. Will flinched back like he was slapped, Jack could almost see the red marks left behind by his hand.
He cursed loudly inward. He hadn't meant to hurt the other, again. Will sniffed once, but the tears did not fall. He praised the lord silently, he didn't think he could take that heartbroken _expression again. Once was more than enough.
"What I meant was... that ye should keep yer distance from me."
Shit. That one was not any better.
"I understand."
"Ye do?"
Will's face was down cast. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably and wave his hands a little, attempting to get the youth's attention. Will didn't look up, nor did he moved a muscle.
"I won't get in your way."
"That's not what I.... Listen, the big badie knew me.... from way back, and the closer ye are to me, the more danger ye will be in."
"....I can hold my own."
"I didn't say ye can't. I just didn't want ye to get hurt again. I...."
"Yes?" There was a strange light in Will's eyes, and an unfathomable eagerness in the youth's question.
"I...."
Whatever he was trying to say was stuck inside his throat, and he soon lost his chance. Gibbs shouted at him from the other boat, informed him that no guards were spotted, and asked whether they should just march in.
He nodded in affirmation. The boats squeaked slightly as their bottoms connected with the sand.
They were ambushed before Jack even set foot on the island. At least thirty men, all very well armed, sprinted from their hiding places behind the rocks and the holes under the sand.
The fight followed was short and with little bloodshed. Jack had raised his hands as soon as their enemy brought out the heavier arsenals.
He knew that Vann was expecting them. They were out numbered and Jack didn't believe in wasting lives in order to make a strong impression. He didn't struggle as the other pirate took away their weapons. Vann would have the answers he wanted, and getting captured was the fastest way to get to the man.
Vann's men obviously did not foresee their quick surrender, because the black-clad pirates paused briefly and looked at each other with gawky uneasiness. Unfortunately, no one appreciated his flirtatious smile and cocky attitude. The pistols and cutlasses were refusing to sway from their appointed destinations of his vital organs.
The stand off lasted a good ten minutes before both parties grew weary of it. Luckily for the Brotherhood pirates, a tall, one armed man arrived shortly after and carried further orders from the leader of the gang.
"Bind their hands." The man had yelled.
They were to be escorted to some cave deeper into the island. Jack went first willing and by way of example, since both Will and Anamarie were groaning with irritation. He smiled back at the two most fierce people among his crew, both to smother and reassure them.
Anamarie was swearing colorfully behind him, while Gibbs stayed cool, yet nervously alerted. A flash of red caught his eyes. To his left, Zeke was wrinkling his nose and falling behind slightly, like he was evading some offensive odor.
Will was quiet to his right. The one armed man was staring at the boy with a half curious, half demented gaze. He walked a little faster, stepped to the right and put himself neatly between Will and the bulky man. The man's grin widened at that, and he ignored it.
After a fifteen minute trek, they crossed to the other side of the beach, in front of a tall cave. Once inside the cave, the one armed man turned and gave all of them a once over.
"I believed that we have some business to settle, boy."
Will took a step back as the man approached him with open maliciousness. Jack's eyes narrowed. He snarled as the man grabbed the front of Will's shirt and raised one fist. He threw the chains around his wrists over the other man's head, and twisted.
A loud snap, and the man fell down bonelessly.
He blinked rapidly, surprised at the rashness of his action and the protectiveness that encouraged his thoughtless strike. Their guards roared furiously, then quiet down abruptly as the body on the ground twitched. The sudden movement of the dead man was followed by a bright flash of flame, and the body began to burn.
The crowd all jumped and receded back.
Roused gracefully from the spiral swirling of fire and ashes, was the most beautiful woman that Jack had ever seen. Straight golden hair pooled behind her back, and large purple eyes adored her delicate face. She was wearing a violet dress with a white scarf around her neck. The wind caught the end of her dress and flailed it around like ocean tides.
"Feisty, aren't we?" She smirked at Jack, "and very protective."
Jack was memorized by both the sight and her voice before a sharp gasp shook him out of his stupor. He turned. Zeke was fuming and pointing one finger accusingly at the woman.
"Ursella!"
~~~*~~~
"Zekie. It's been a while."
"It's only been six months... and I told you NOT to call me that."
Her eyes upturned into the shapes of new moon. In Zeke's opinion, she looked way too smug and proud of herself. He grinned back, the stretch of lips came out more like a sneer than a smile. Inside he was swearing profusely at his own carelessness.
//The sulfur I smelled. It wasn't Cane, it was Ursella.//
The others were watching their exchanges with gaping mouths. All except Jack, who regard the two of them back and forth with his usual languish _expression, tainted with mild interest.
"Zeke. Aren't ye going to introduce th' pretty lady." The pirate captain demanded with a leer in Ursella's direction.
He rolled his eyes mentally and ignored the order. His gaze did not wave from Ursella. He was no oracle nor did he have any foresight ability, but he was beginning to have a really bad feeling about this. Zeke always trusted his instinct.
"Why are you here?"
"Assignment... and to fetch you home."
"I am not done."
"You are *now*. Ezekiel, you are ill."
"What?"
"...and you are making the same mistake."
"What mistake?!"
It was pointless to argue with Ursella, Zeke mused unpleasantly, she always won. He stared, nonplussed, at the pirates from the Brotherhood as they pointed their weapons at them. He quickly calculated the chances that he and the rest of the crews from the Black Pearl could get out of this one relatively unscratched, and decided that he should try intimidation first.
"Get out of my way, Ursella. You know what I can do." He warned in a low hiss.
She grinned and he caught the flash of sharp fans. "Of course. No one would be foolish enough to challenge you head on.... which is why I have those."
He realized too late the implication of that statement. Before he could put up any defenses, a rush of air pushed him backward and into the smaller cave behind him. A few of his crew mates yelled and attempted to rush to his aid. Vann's men had to whacked a couple of the captives hard on the head.
He steadied himself and the first thing he saw was the glittering of the rubies.
"Oh, no."
She stalked toward him. "I had to enlisted a little help, but I managed to acquire most of them, all except that one." She motioned toward Will.
Ursella stepped closer and cupped his face with both palms. He wanted to slap those hands away, but he was having difficulty just standing.
"That one and the one Rue has.... his lordship sent his greetings."
He snorted and shoved her away with all the strength he could gather. She applied no more effort on her grip and simply let go calmly.
"I am doing this for your own good."
"Yeah, Right! You've tried to kill me for how many times now!?"
"I just wanted you to go home."
He gave her the finger. His retreating steps brought him deeper into the cave until his back hit cold stone. There was nowhere else to go.
The black pupils inside smoky grey eyes slimmed down to thin lines.
Zeke wasn't going to just lie down and roll over. He supposed that he could always restore back his usual tactic and blast his way out, but the big bosses down under wouldn't take so kindly to the rule breaking. Furthermore, if he utilized his power, he would overload this body and burn it up in a few seconds, like what Ursella did with her disguise as Algol. Come to think of it, how could she possibly stay on the mortal plane since her human body was gone?... unless she was summoned.
//But all the known scriptures were destroyed a long time ago.//
When he found whoever did this, he was going to chop the moron up, grind the remains into micro metric pieces and use them to roast the idiot's soul in hell.
"You can't keep me here!" He shouted.
"I am doing it right now."
"I'll grow immune to them sooner or later."
"Yes, in a century or two."
He was starting to understand why the fish girl was always so pissed off at him. It must have been a family thing.
Zeke compressed all his thoughts to a central point and sparks ignited between his fingers. He pressed his left palm against the stone wall behind him. In one instant, he located the pulse of Isle de Aves; it was situated at the spring which rested in the center of the island.
Energy soaked into his every pore. His mind reached towards the veins which surrounded the pulse of the island, and began tuning them like the strings of a harp. The ground start to shake and Ursella's eyes widened in alarm.
//Earth beneath me, bend to my will.//
Before he could finished the silent chanting, an invisible force rammed him hard into the wall. His concentration broke as Ursella swayed her index finger in a 'no, no' gesture.
The rocky walls of the cave blurred in front of his eyes. He gritted his teeth as the sharp bolt of pain screeched through his head. The ruby pieces were glowing to the point of flaring white now.
The setting around him switched with lightening speed. In his mind, the shallow water beneath his feet changed to boiling limestone, and then reformed themselves into desert sand. The echoes of the past were drumming into his ears from all directions.
***
A loud metallic clank.
I take it that you don't like the blood.
Amber eyes narrowed at the casualness of that statement.
You killed them. All those people....WHY?!
A small hand raised and the sword stopped dead in its track.
You wanted to see wonders.
A barely conceived hitch of breathing, but the hands around the sword did not falter.
And....my sister? What you did to her.....
One eyebrow raised elegantly.
She asked me to.
The other dropped the sword and lunged.
LIAR!
A flick of wrist and the other flew towards the wall.
I am a demon, what did you expect? I did warn you, but you refused to listen.
Sob wrecked through the prone form lying on the ground.
I... I know... and now I must pay the price for my presumption and ignorance.
Lithe form bent over the other.
I don't understand. Why are you angry? Nothing I've done had upset you before. What do you really want?
Dry laughter replaced the quite weeping.
Ruby eyes blinked at the hysteria of the young ruler, then pain shot through his heart.
I don't care any more.
Red head dipped down and stared at the dagger sticking out of his chest, then cocked to one side.
I don't care if you don't understand.
Blood, as black as obsidian, was retracing back to the wound, as the skin around it knit itself together.
I expect more creativity from you, Ramirez. That's not going to kill me.
Tear streaked face smiled and raised to meet his own.
His feet slipped from the sudden wave of dizziness. He half kneeled on the ground and watched as everything around him began to glow red.
What the...? How?
The other crawled toward him.
I don't care if you never understand.
One finger tip traced down his cheek gently.
What I wanted.... what I wished for....
The next sentence was whispered just above his lips.
What I wanted was for you to remember me.
Remember me.
.....and think of me....
Always.
***
He couldn't breath. He was not going to get out of this one, so he might as well ask. He stared up at Ursella shakily and had to forced the words out of his mouth.
"Are you going to let me go?"
"Yes.... when you are well."
The last thing he registered, before all light went out around him, were the distant cries of the others and the velvet heat that cushioned his fall.
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Me: *snick* Zekie is going to be out of commission from now on.
Zeke: *twitched on the ground* F**k you.
Me: Any guess to who Ramirez's reincarnation is? ^_~
Zeke: I don't give a f**k!
Me: You are certainlly in a bad mood. Don't you want revenge?
Zeke: Yeah, but I have to get out of this f**king cave first.
Please review!!!!! All comments will be worshipped!
^_~
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary:
When a mysterious plague hits Port Royal Will and Elizabeth go with Captain Jack Sparrow to find a cure. But when Will is captured by the man who unleashed the plague and infected with a strange new disease that feeds on love things start to get complicated. Slashiness!
Archive:
As long as you ask me first.
Disclaimer:
Pirates of the Caribbean and all its characters are not mine. I am making no money off this. Don't sue the college kid who are already broke.
Credit for the title goes to Coleridge's poem and P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning:
Same as always, first fic ever and English not my first language.
This update is kind of late, but I was in a really depressing mood. I've recently read some totally awesome PotC fic, and they are so good, that they made my stuff looked like crap. And my confidience took a pretty heavy blow. _ But anyway, I guess some people are just gifted.
" " speech
// // thoughts
*** *** memory/flashback (major flashbacks in this chapter)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Isle de Aves was a very small piece of land, that was half immersed in the temperamental and often unpredictable waves of the Caribbean. The water that surrounded it was as clear as the sky above and palm trees decorated the coast lines.
The island hadn't changed that much from his memory, at least not from a distance. What laid inside the caves and scattered around the white beaches were a completely different matter.
The late afternoon sun shone brightly into his eyes, and he looked down to avert the resulting stings. The boy beside him coughed softly, and immediately he sat back down beside the trembling form.
"Will? Ye all right there, mate?"
Will nodded between large gulps of air. The boy had insisted on coming with the rest of them. He had tried to persuade the stubborn lad without much success.
Will didn't have to say much, other than turn those soulful chocolate eyes at him. He was appalled at himself for the fact that his weakness was discovered and exploited so thoroughly, but had yielded under the probing gaze nonetheless.
The blacksmith was unwell, and getting increasingly so. He was somewhat relieved of the sense of helplessness when the small patch of land came within sight of the Black Pearl. It represented a solution to Will's illness, and if facing his demons could save the youth, he would gladly weather against the turbulence of his past.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, whelp?"
Will pouted indignantly and mumbled some feeble protest. He found the blush that tinted the alabaster cheeks endearingly cute. He swallowed down the snickers, since the youth would no doubt mistake them as insults.
"The Pearl will be all right?"
"Of course."
"It's just that, we haven't seen any ships around the island. I mean, they might be lurking around somewhere."
"She's made of stern stuff, a little surprise won't daunt her."
".... I am... worried, with Elizabeth left behind and..."
"She's made of stern stuff also."
"Yes, she is...."
The quite voice was wistful, he told himself to investigate the matter further in a later time. Elizabeth was actually easier to impel. She had simply accepted his decision without a word and went back to her brooding. Whether her meekness was resulted from the reluctance to be engaged in open polemic, or some other mood swing, Jack did not know.
He reckoned that whatever troubled the relationship between Will and the lass must had not been resolved. She had worn a grim look from the night she returned to the Pearl and often stole glances at him with an unreadable _expression.
//I think she suspect something.//
He didn't think he was being obvious, but then again he hadn't exactly been subtle neither. Aside from Elizabeth, he had been on the receiving ends of several weird looks from both Anamarie and the cook.
//As long as Will doesn't find out.//
He knew it probably hadn't been a good idea to shadow the youth's every steps. But Will was sick, and he just wanted to be close in case the boy needed anything.
//Keep on telling yerself that.//
Fine. So he just wanted to be close to Will, period. It wasn't a crime. Wasn't he allowed to care for his friend?
He turned his head slightly, the new position gave him a clear view of the incoming island and allowed him occasional glimpses of the blacksmith. His heart dropped at the paleness of the youth, augmented by the bleaching sunlight. Will had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. The skin on the boy's face stretched and bounded over high cheek bones.
"Will, when we are on the island.... stay away from me."
Will froze at the request, some indescribable emotion flashed across his face. Then the boy's eyes glittered with moistures. His heart skipped and he reached out with one hand. Will flinched back like he was slapped, Jack could almost see the red marks left behind by his hand.
He cursed loudly inward. He hadn't meant to hurt the other, again. Will sniffed once, but the tears did not fall. He praised the lord silently, he didn't think he could take that heartbroken _expression again. Once was more than enough.
"What I meant was... that ye should keep yer distance from me."
Shit. That one was not any better.
"I understand."
"Ye do?"
Will's face was down cast. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably and wave his hands a little, attempting to get the youth's attention. Will didn't look up, nor did he moved a muscle.
"I won't get in your way."
"That's not what I.... Listen, the big badie knew me.... from way back, and the closer ye are to me, the more danger ye will be in."
"....I can hold my own."
"I didn't say ye can't. I just didn't want ye to get hurt again. I...."
"Yes?" There was a strange light in Will's eyes, and an unfathomable eagerness in the youth's question.
"I...."
Whatever he was trying to say was stuck inside his throat, and he soon lost his chance. Gibbs shouted at him from the other boat, informed him that no guards were spotted, and asked whether they should just march in.
He nodded in affirmation. The boats squeaked slightly as their bottoms connected with the sand.
They were ambushed before Jack even set foot on the island. At least thirty men, all very well armed, sprinted from their hiding places behind the rocks and the holes under the sand.
The fight followed was short and with little bloodshed. Jack had raised his hands as soon as their enemy brought out the heavier arsenals.
He knew that Vann was expecting them. They were out numbered and Jack didn't believe in wasting lives in order to make a strong impression. He didn't struggle as the other pirate took away their weapons. Vann would have the answers he wanted, and getting captured was the fastest way to get to the man.
Vann's men obviously did not foresee their quick surrender, because the black-clad pirates paused briefly and looked at each other with gawky uneasiness. Unfortunately, no one appreciated his flirtatious smile and cocky attitude. The pistols and cutlasses were refusing to sway from their appointed destinations of his vital organs.
The stand off lasted a good ten minutes before both parties grew weary of it. Luckily for the Brotherhood pirates, a tall, one armed man arrived shortly after and carried further orders from the leader of the gang.
"Bind their hands." The man had yelled.
They were to be escorted to some cave deeper into the island. Jack went first willing and by way of example, since both Will and Anamarie were groaning with irritation. He smiled back at the two most fierce people among his crew, both to smother and reassure them.
Anamarie was swearing colorfully behind him, while Gibbs stayed cool, yet nervously alerted. A flash of red caught his eyes. To his left, Zeke was wrinkling his nose and falling behind slightly, like he was evading some offensive odor.
Will was quiet to his right. The one armed man was staring at the boy with a half curious, half demented gaze. He walked a little faster, stepped to the right and put himself neatly between Will and the bulky man. The man's grin widened at that, and he ignored it.
After a fifteen minute trek, they crossed to the other side of the beach, in front of a tall cave. Once inside the cave, the one armed man turned and gave all of them a once over.
"I believed that we have some business to settle, boy."
Will took a step back as the man approached him with open maliciousness. Jack's eyes narrowed. He snarled as the man grabbed the front of Will's shirt and raised one fist. He threw the chains around his wrists over the other man's head, and twisted.
A loud snap, and the man fell down bonelessly.
He blinked rapidly, surprised at the rashness of his action and the protectiveness that encouraged his thoughtless strike. Their guards roared furiously, then quiet down abruptly as the body on the ground twitched. The sudden movement of the dead man was followed by a bright flash of flame, and the body began to burn.
The crowd all jumped and receded back.
Roused gracefully from the spiral swirling of fire and ashes, was the most beautiful woman that Jack had ever seen. Straight golden hair pooled behind her back, and large purple eyes adored her delicate face. She was wearing a violet dress with a white scarf around her neck. The wind caught the end of her dress and flailed it around like ocean tides.
"Feisty, aren't we?" She smirked at Jack, "and very protective."
Jack was memorized by both the sight and her voice before a sharp gasp shook him out of his stupor. He turned. Zeke was fuming and pointing one finger accusingly at the woman.
"Ursella!"
~~~*~~~
"Zekie. It's been a while."
"It's only been six months... and I told you NOT to call me that."
Her eyes upturned into the shapes of new moon. In Zeke's opinion, she looked way too smug and proud of herself. He grinned back, the stretch of lips came out more like a sneer than a smile. Inside he was swearing profusely at his own carelessness.
//The sulfur I smelled. It wasn't Cane, it was Ursella.//
The others were watching their exchanges with gaping mouths. All except Jack, who regard the two of them back and forth with his usual languish _expression, tainted with mild interest.
"Zeke. Aren't ye going to introduce th' pretty lady." The pirate captain demanded with a leer in Ursella's direction.
He rolled his eyes mentally and ignored the order. His gaze did not wave from Ursella. He was no oracle nor did he have any foresight ability, but he was beginning to have a really bad feeling about this. Zeke always trusted his instinct.
"Why are you here?"
"Assignment... and to fetch you home."
"I am not done."
"You are *now*. Ezekiel, you are ill."
"What?"
"...and you are making the same mistake."
"What mistake?!"
It was pointless to argue with Ursella, Zeke mused unpleasantly, she always won. He stared, nonplussed, at the pirates from the Brotherhood as they pointed their weapons at them. He quickly calculated the chances that he and the rest of the crews from the Black Pearl could get out of this one relatively unscratched, and decided that he should try intimidation first.
"Get out of my way, Ursella. You know what I can do." He warned in a low hiss.
She grinned and he caught the flash of sharp fans. "Of course. No one would be foolish enough to challenge you head on.... which is why I have those."
He realized too late the implication of that statement. Before he could put up any defenses, a rush of air pushed him backward and into the smaller cave behind him. A few of his crew mates yelled and attempted to rush to his aid. Vann's men had to whacked a couple of the captives hard on the head.
He steadied himself and the first thing he saw was the glittering of the rubies.
"Oh, no."
She stalked toward him. "I had to enlisted a little help, but I managed to acquire most of them, all except that one." She motioned toward Will.
Ursella stepped closer and cupped his face with both palms. He wanted to slap those hands away, but he was having difficulty just standing.
"That one and the one Rue has.... his lordship sent his greetings."
He snorted and shoved her away with all the strength he could gather. She applied no more effort on her grip and simply let go calmly.
"I am doing this for your own good."
"Yeah, Right! You've tried to kill me for how many times now!?"
"I just wanted you to go home."
He gave her the finger. His retreating steps brought him deeper into the cave until his back hit cold stone. There was nowhere else to go.
The black pupils inside smoky grey eyes slimmed down to thin lines.
Zeke wasn't going to just lie down and roll over. He supposed that he could always restore back his usual tactic and blast his way out, but the big bosses down under wouldn't take so kindly to the rule breaking. Furthermore, if he utilized his power, he would overload this body and burn it up in a few seconds, like what Ursella did with her disguise as Algol. Come to think of it, how could she possibly stay on the mortal plane since her human body was gone?... unless she was summoned.
//But all the known scriptures were destroyed a long time ago.//
When he found whoever did this, he was going to chop the moron up, grind the remains into micro metric pieces and use them to roast the idiot's soul in hell.
"You can't keep me here!" He shouted.
"I am doing it right now."
"I'll grow immune to them sooner or later."
"Yes, in a century or two."
He was starting to understand why the fish girl was always so pissed off at him. It must have been a family thing.
Zeke compressed all his thoughts to a central point and sparks ignited between his fingers. He pressed his left palm against the stone wall behind him. In one instant, he located the pulse of Isle de Aves; it was situated at the spring which rested in the center of the island.
Energy soaked into his every pore. His mind reached towards the veins which surrounded the pulse of the island, and began tuning them like the strings of a harp. The ground start to shake and Ursella's eyes widened in alarm.
//Earth beneath me, bend to my will.//
Before he could finished the silent chanting, an invisible force rammed him hard into the wall. His concentration broke as Ursella swayed her index finger in a 'no, no' gesture.
The rocky walls of the cave blurred in front of his eyes. He gritted his teeth as the sharp bolt of pain screeched through his head. The ruby pieces were glowing to the point of flaring white now.
The setting around him switched with lightening speed. In his mind, the shallow water beneath his feet changed to boiling limestone, and then reformed themselves into desert sand. The echoes of the past were drumming into his ears from all directions.
***
A loud metallic clank.
I take it that you don't like the blood.
Amber eyes narrowed at the casualness of that statement.
You killed them. All those people....WHY?!
A small hand raised and the sword stopped dead in its track.
You wanted to see wonders.
A barely conceived hitch of breathing, but the hands around the sword did not falter.
And....my sister? What you did to her.....
One eyebrow raised elegantly.
She asked me to.
The other dropped the sword and lunged.
LIAR!
A flick of wrist and the other flew towards the wall.
I am a demon, what did you expect? I did warn you, but you refused to listen.
Sob wrecked through the prone form lying on the ground.
I... I know... and now I must pay the price for my presumption and ignorance.
Lithe form bent over the other.
I don't understand. Why are you angry? Nothing I've done had upset you before. What do you really want?
Dry laughter replaced the quite weeping.
Ruby eyes blinked at the hysteria of the young ruler, then pain shot through his heart.
I don't care any more.
Red head dipped down and stared at the dagger sticking out of his chest, then cocked to one side.
I don't care if you don't understand.
Blood, as black as obsidian, was retracing back to the wound, as the skin around it knit itself together.
I expect more creativity from you, Ramirez. That's not going to kill me.
Tear streaked face smiled and raised to meet his own.
His feet slipped from the sudden wave of dizziness. He half kneeled on the ground and watched as everything around him began to glow red.
What the...? How?
The other crawled toward him.
I don't care if you never understand.
One finger tip traced down his cheek gently.
What I wanted.... what I wished for....
The next sentence was whispered just above his lips.
What I wanted was for you to remember me.
Remember me.
.....and think of me....
Always.
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He couldn't breath. He was not going to get out of this one, so he might as well ask. He stared up at Ursella shakily and had to forced the words out of his mouth.
"Are you going to let me go?"
"Yes.... when you are well."
The last thing he registered, before all light went out around him, were the distant cries of the others and the velvet heat that cushioned his fall.
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Me: *snick* Zekie is going to be out of commission from now on.
Zeke: *twitched on the ground* F**k you.
Me: Any guess to who Ramirez's reincarnation is? ^_~
Zeke: I don't give a f**k!
Me: You are certainlly in a bad mood. Don't you want revenge?
Zeke: Yeah, but I have to get out of this f**king cave first.
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