Chapter 21: Escape
He chased her down into the cellar where she stopped with a gasp. He immediately grabbed onto her and began fondling and kissing her. When she remained rigid and unresponsive to his touch, he looked up and had to choke back bile. "Ye gods!" he exclaimed.
"Tell me one more time what happened," Amos said coldly, glaring at the man before him.
"W-we were coming down here to get some more vegetables," he stuttered. He was obviously terrified, which suited Amos just fine. "When we got down here.she-she was just hanging there like-like that."
"Thank you very much, Mortin, that will be all," came the kindly voice of Amara. The man immediately bolted, much to Amos' frustration.
"Mother," he began, turning to her, "Is it really wise-"
"He was frightened, there was no more to be gotten out of him," she said sharply, color rising in her cheeks as she darted daggers at him with her stare. This was not the Amara he knew, the scared yet crafty little woman who had feared him since his early teens. This, of course, only infuriated him even more. This day was not going well, not at all. First, he had indeed gone to see how the investigation was going. He had found that Elizabeth was finally being listened to-at least somewhat-and the consensus was that Arianne had been taken of her own will. They were now letting the case rest until his darling sister should return and tell her tale of why she left so abruptly- and on a pirate ship, no less. Second, he had come home, was unable to find the nameless one he had so recently hired, only to discover that she had hanged herself in the cellar. Third, shortly before he had even bothered to search for the girl he had found that his intercepted letters were missing. He was near to pulling out his hair, but somehow maintained an outward calm as best as he could. Now, his mother-whom he had thought to be wrapped around his finger-was staring at him with fire in her eyes. He had a feeling he knew where those letters had gone and who had delivered them. He wished she wasn't quite so thoroughly dead-he would have sent her there in much more pain than she allowed herself.
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Amara was horrified that the shy little servant girl she had only known perhaps a week and a half had hanged herself. But first she had given Amara the key to the mystery of Elizabeth's "silence." Amara sent a silent prayer to God beseeching his mercy upon the girl's tortured soul.
After dismissing the horrified manservant, she rounded on Amos. The fury barely hidden behind his eyes didn't deter her own anger one bit, and she got right to the point. "You stole my letters, you intercepted letters from an acquaintance of mine, you have succeeded in isolating me from all life outside of this house, and finally you have killed a maidservant."
His face turned a deep shade of red as he began to deny the accusations, but she held a hand up and stopped him. "Don't even bother. You are the most disgusting human being I have ever had the misfortune to meet, and your lies and torturous sadism will no longer be tolerated by me."
With that, she turned her back upon him and returned to her room that she now liked to think of as her jail cell. Following her up the cellar stair was the sound of maniacal laughter that sent chills up her spine. She had to get out.
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He laughed until his sides began to hurt. It was just too much. His sister escaping his grasp, the nameless girl hanging herself, his mother becoming assertive; it was almost more than he could handle. Some small part of him recognized that he had snapped beyond the point of return to sanity. He would get the whore that was his mother and his cowardly sister back under his control. While he was at it, he would gather Elizabeth into his clutches as well. He was filled with a dark mirth as the maniacal laughter finally faded. What was rightfully his would return once more.
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When she returned to her room, she considered taking a leaf from Arianne's book and knotting sheets and such together to make a rope, but thought better of this as she had never done any climbing of any kind. She sighed. She decided to be realistic with herself in that she was in no kind of shape to be doing anything of such physical exertion. She had no muscle on her tiny frame.
"Madam," came the voice of one of the maids. She sat straight up as the idea hit her. "Is there anything you need?" Claire asked.
"Yes, Claire," Amara said as she turned to her with a large smile on her face. "You can bring me one of the maids' uniforms that would fit me best."
Claire stared at her with a puzzled look on her face, but did as she was asked. When she returned, Amara dismissed her, saying that she would return it when she was finished. Claire looked back one last time, her face still a wreath of befuddlement, and closed the door behind her.
Later, an unknown maidservant left Amara's chambers and left the mansion through the servants' passage. No one noticed her amidst the busy preparations for the evening meal.
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"Sir?"
"Yes?" he replied, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"It's Claire, sir, she says that the lady asked her for a maid's uniform," the man said nervously, fearing Amos' anger-and rightfully so.
"And I should care why? Perhaps she wished to mend it."
"Sir, she requested one closest to her size.and the uniform had nothing wrong with it."
Amos opened his eyes at that as his mind ticked to life. "Thank you," was all he said, and the man left with relief written all over his face and posture. "So," he said to himself when he was alone, "she's trying to escape me." He sat back calmly. There was plenty of time to get her back into his grasp. He already knew where she was going.
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Right! So sorry that took so long! It took a while for it to come to me! I promise the next chapter will be posted in MUCH less time than it took for this one! Thank you for being patient with me!
Also: has anyone else noticed that Norrington has no first name?! Yeah! None! Even on the credits for the movie, it just says "Norrington"!!!! How annoying is that?!
He chased her down into the cellar where she stopped with a gasp. He immediately grabbed onto her and began fondling and kissing her. When she remained rigid and unresponsive to his touch, he looked up and had to choke back bile. "Ye gods!" he exclaimed.
"Tell me one more time what happened," Amos said coldly, glaring at the man before him.
"W-we were coming down here to get some more vegetables," he stuttered. He was obviously terrified, which suited Amos just fine. "When we got down here.she-she was just hanging there like-like that."
"Thank you very much, Mortin, that will be all," came the kindly voice of Amara. The man immediately bolted, much to Amos' frustration.
"Mother," he began, turning to her, "Is it really wise-"
"He was frightened, there was no more to be gotten out of him," she said sharply, color rising in her cheeks as she darted daggers at him with her stare. This was not the Amara he knew, the scared yet crafty little woman who had feared him since his early teens. This, of course, only infuriated him even more. This day was not going well, not at all. First, he had indeed gone to see how the investigation was going. He had found that Elizabeth was finally being listened to-at least somewhat-and the consensus was that Arianne had been taken of her own will. They were now letting the case rest until his darling sister should return and tell her tale of why she left so abruptly- and on a pirate ship, no less. Second, he had come home, was unable to find the nameless one he had so recently hired, only to discover that she had hanged herself in the cellar. Third, shortly before he had even bothered to search for the girl he had found that his intercepted letters were missing. He was near to pulling out his hair, but somehow maintained an outward calm as best as he could. Now, his mother-whom he had thought to be wrapped around his finger-was staring at him with fire in her eyes. He had a feeling he knew where those letters had gone and who had delivered them. He wished she wasn't quite so thoroughly dead-he would have sent her there in much more pain than she allowed herself.
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Amara was horrified that the shy little servant girl she had only known perhaps a week and a half had hanged herself. But first she had given Amara the key to the mystery of Elizabeth's "silence." Amara sent a silent prayer to God beseeching his mercy upon the girl's tortured soul.
After dismissing the horrified manservant, she rounded on Amos. The fury barely hidden behind his eyes didn't deter her own anger one bit, and she got right to the point. "You stole my letters, you intercepted letters from an acquaintance of mine, you have succeeded in isolating me from all life outside of this house, and finally you have killed a maidservant."
His face turned a deep shade of red as he began to deny the accusations, but she held a hand up and stopped him. "Don't even bother. You are the most disgusting human being I have ever had the misfortune to meet, and your lies and torturous sadism will no longer be tolerated by me."
With that, she turned her back upon him and returned to her room that she now liked to think of as her jail cell. Following her up the cellar stair was the sound of maniacal laughter that sent chills up her spine. She had to get out.
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He laughed until his sides began to hurt. It was just too much. His sister escaping his grasp, the nameless girl hanging herself, his mother becoming assertive; it was almost more than he could handle. Some small part of him recognized that he had snapped beyond the point of return to sanity. He would get the whore that was his mother and his cowardly sister back under his control. While he was at it, he would gather Elizabeth into his clutches as well. He was filled with a dark mirth as the maniacal laughter finally faded. What was rightfully his would return once more.
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When she returned to her room, she considered taking a leaf from Arianne's book and knotting sheets and such together to make a rope, but thought better of this as she had never done any climbing of any kind. She sighed. She decided to be realistic with herself in that she was in no kind of shape to be doing anything of such physical exertion. She had no muscle on her tiny frame.
"Madam," came the voice of one of the maids. She sat straight up as the idea hit her. "Is there anything you need?" Claire asked.
"Yes, Claire," Amara said as she turned to her with a large smile on her face. "You can bring me one of the maids' uniforms that would fit me best."
Claire stared at her with a puzzled look on her face, but did as she was asked. When she returned, Amara dismissed her, saying that she would return it when she was finished. Claire looked back one last time, her face still a wreath of befuddlement, and closed the door behind her.
Later, an unknown maidservant left Amara's chambers and left the mansion through the servants' passage. No one noticed her amidst the busy preparations for the evening meal.
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"Sir?"
"Yes?" he replied, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"It's Claire, sir, she says that the lady asked her for a maid's uniform," the man said nervously, fearing Amos' anger-and rightfully so.
"And I should care why? Perhaps she wished to mend it."
"Sir, she requested one closest to her size.and the uniform had nothing wrong with it."
Amos opened his eyes at that as his mind ticked to life. "Thank you," was all he said, and the man left with relief written all over his face and posture. "So," he said to himself when he was alone, "she's trying to escape me." He sat back calmly. There was plenty of time to get her back into his grasp. He already knew where she was going.
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Right! So sorry that took so long! It took a while for it to come to me! I promise the next chapter will be posted in MUCH less time than it took for this one! Thank you for being patient with me!
Also: has anyone else noticed that Norrington has no first name?! Yeah! None! Even on the credits for the movie, it just says "Norrington"!!!! How annoying is that?!