Familiar People (blacksmiths, pirates, commodores, governors, etc.,)= not mine
Katrina= mine!
Lyrics (whenever they pop in)= not mine
NOTE: (VERY IMPORTANT, AS IT AFFECTS THE REST OF THIS STORY!!!) Okay, the last chapter wasn't exactly 'R' material. Seriously, I'm bumping up the rating now! You have been warned.
Well, I'm back. Sorry this took me so long! Finals are approaching, and there was some dumb shit going on with my internet, which my dad thought was the ethernet router or something like that. So I worked on this on the old computer (MINE!), saved it to a floppy, and finally, my dad got the ethernet working, so he beamed it to the computer with an internet connection. Sorry about the shitty formatting in chapters 2 and 3! It was my first time adding chapters to a story, and I guess it didn't work right. I won't put in HTML tags anymore and see how that goes. And if this appears all fucked up, I apologize in advance. Many thanks to all my reviewers so far. *tosses out cookies and assorted goodies* For a certain character's voice, imagine Drusilla from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (for those of you who watched the show when it was actually good).
song: \\Raining Blood by Tori Amos\\
\\Father Lucifer by Tori Amos\\
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Chapter 3: The Fate of Elizabeth
The wrought-iron gates, rusted and worn by time, squeaked loudly as Kat opened them. She drew her Magnum from her belt and turned to look back at Jack. "Ready?" She whispered reluctantly to him.
He nodded, flashing her a smile full of gold teeth. "Always, luv."
The darted quickly up the uneven, blood-spattered path, praying no guards would see them. Jack opened one of the heavy oak doors to the large, once-white mansion a crack, silently letting Kat jump in before entering himself. He drew his own gun with a cheeky grin at Kat, who just rolled her eyes. /Typical./ Suddenly, a lovely soprano voice rang out through the halls.
\\Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition\\
Kat pointed her gun around wildly, finding nothing. "Where the hell is that coming from?" Her raspy whisper took on a worried, almost frightened tone.
\\The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone\\
"I think it's coming from in there." Jack replied, pointing to the parlor door.
\\Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away\\
The duo peered through the dirty glass panes on the doors, and Jack gasped in shock.
\\Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure\\
"What is it?" Kat's Caribbean blue eyes widened as she saw the skeletal remains of a woman sitting at the piano in the center of the moonlit room, entertaining the undead governor and British navy officer with her godless song.
\\Now I shall reign in blood\\
"It's Elizabeth!" Jack's own dark, kohl-rimmed eyes were close to popping free from his skull. The song ended, and the rotting body rose from the piano bench, holding the tattered remains of her skirt in bony claws.
"Shit!" Kat hissed. "Here they come." They ducked in the cupboard under the staircase just as the two undeads lurched out of the parlor. Kat's flashlight beam fell upon the bodies of two American tourists stuffed in the closet with them. A man in his late-fifties with graying fair hair, wearing a Hawaiian-print shirt and khaki shorts was propped against the wall next to Kat, bloated and just beginning to decay. His wife, short, with curly red hair and wearing a lilac colored sundress with brilliant hibiscus flowers printed on the material, stood next to him in the same state of decay. Kat opened her mouth to scream bloody murder, but Jack's rough, callused left hand prevented her from doing so. Two resonating bangs assured them it was safe to leave the closet. Taking the opportunity, Kat bolted from the closet, ready to scream until the heavens crashed down around her. /Christ! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!/ Jack wasn't far behind, watching her reaction. She felt the sudden heaving of her stomach, and proceeded to open the door. "Help me, Jack." She whimpered, knees visibly shaking.
"O'course, luv." His reassuring arm around her waist, guiding her down the path, calmed her a bit.
"Just a moment, Jack." She cautioned, sinking to her knees. She leaned over the tall grass, saying goodbye to what food she hadn't digested. Jack held her long, russet curls away from her face, watching the sky warily.
/The last thing she needs is the shock of seein' me as I really am./ He thought bitterly, cursing the Heathen Gods who placed the curse on the gold in the first place. As luck would have it, the moon appeared behind it's cloudy veil and transformed him. /Damn fate./
When she was finished, Kat looked up to see Skeleton Jack holding her hair. Expecting to hear her scream, he was astounded when silence met his ears.
"Shouldn't you be screamin' and cowering in fear, like you and your friend did before?" He asked scornfully.
"Jack, I'm sorry." She whispered. "I knew those people, back in the closet. They're my roommate's parents. She's been worried about them for weeks."
"You still didn't answer the damn question, Kat." He said.
"Jack, I was shocked the first time I saw it." She whispered, a pleading look in her eyes. "This is all new to me! I was expecting a nice, normal vacation to an archeology site, like I've always done since I was ten. Instead, I get something like Resident Evil meets Indiana Jones meets Tomb Raider!" Footsteps alerted them to something coming down the path. The same lilting soprano echoed from it.
\\Father Lucifer
You never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that Milkmaid
How's the Lizzies
How's your Jesus christ been hanging\\
Elizabeth twirled and pirouetted down the path in time to her song, almost joyous, reveling in what she was singing.
\\Nothings gonna stop me from floating
Nothings gonna stop me from floating\\
"Elizabeth!" Jack said, standing there in shock. She didn't listen, just continued on with her song.
\\He says he reckons I'm a watercolour stain
He says I run and then I run from him
And then I run
He didn't see me watching
From the aeroplane
He wiped a tear
And then he threw away our appleseed\\
"Enough with the satanic bullshit, lady!" Kat hissed. Elizabeth stopped dancing to the song only she could hear. "Who are you?"
"Elizabeth Norrington." She said, in a voice not like her own. It was far higher, with a thick accent similar to the whores in Tortuga. It almost reminded Jack of Giselle. "You'll all be in big trouble if my father catches the two o' you out 'ere." She began pirouetting once more.
"You are NOT the Commodore's wife, Elizabeth!" Jack exclaimed, shaken by her transformation. "You're engaged to the whelp!"
"Nonsense!" She crowed, spinning around "I married Commodore Norrington ages ago. Nothings gonna stop me from floating... Nothings gonna stop me from floating."
"She's a complete lunatic!" Kat mouthed to Jack, distracted by the empty nose socket in Elizabeth's decomposed face.
"What can I do about that, eh?" He mouthed back. He noticed a scrap of paper sticking from her bodice. "What's that?" He asked Elizabeth.
"Oh, this?" She shoved the paper into his hands. "You can keep it. It's part o' me diary, I think." The moon vanished behind a cloud, bringing out a bright smile on Elizabeth's face. "Oh! I'm whole again!" She danced off, humming a macabre waltz.
Jack looked at the filthy, dog-eared envelope, addressed to Will.
"Well, open it!" Kat goaded.
"Can't." Jack replied.
"Why not?!"
"It's impolite to read the mail o' others, luv."
"You're a pirate! What, you suddenly have scruples?"
"I'm still waiting for an answer to my question. Somethin' better than 'it was my first time'."
"Fine!" She stormed off, only to bump into two guards! "JACK!" She screamed, as the redcoats dragged her off into the night.
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Will Jack rescue Kat? Will she ever answer his question? Will they ever read the letter addressed to "Dearest William" without the whelp's consent? You'll have to wait two chapters to find out! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Katrina= mine!
Lyrics (whenever they pop in)= not mine
NOTE: (VERY IMPORTANT, AS IT AFFECTS THE REST OF THIS STORY!!!) Okay, the last chapter wasn't exactly 'R' material. Seriously, I'm bumping up the rating now! You have been warned.
Well, I'm back. Sorry this took me so long! Finals are approaching, and there was some dumb shit going on with my internet, which my dad thought was the ethernet router or something like that. So I worked on this on the old computer (MINE!), saved it to a floppy, and finally, my dad got the ethernet working, so he beamed it to the computer with an internet connection. Sorry about the shitty formatting in chapters 2 and 3! It was my first time adding chapters to a story, and I guess it didn't work right. I won't put in HTML tags anymore and see how that goes. And if this appears all fucked up, I apologize in advance. Many thanks to all my reviewers so far. *tosses out cookies and assorted goodies* For a certain character's voice, imagine Drusilla from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (for those of you who watched the show when it was actually good).
song: \\Raining Blood by Tori Amos\\
\\Father Lucifer by Tori Amos\\
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Chapter 3: The Fate of Elizabeth
The wrought-iron gates, rusted and worn by time, squeaked loudly as Kat opened them. She drew her Magnum from her belt and turned to look back at Jack. "Ready?" She whispered reluctantly to him.
He nodded, flashing her a smile full of gold teeth. "Always, luv."
The darted quickly up the uneven, blood-spattered path, praying no guards would see them. Jack opened one of the heavy oak doors to the large, once-white mansion a crack, silently letting Kat jump in before entering himself. He drew his own gun with a cheeky grin at Kat, who just rolled her eyes. /Typical./ Suddenly, a lovely soprano voice rang out through the halls.
\\Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition\\
Kat pointed her gun around wildly, finding nothing. "Where the hell is that coming from?" Her raspy whisper took on a worried, almost frightened tone.
\\The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone\\
"I think it's coming from in there." Jack replied, pointing to the parlor door.
\\Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away\\
The duo peered through the dirty glass panes on the doors, and Jack gasped in shock.
\\Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure\\
"What is it?" Kat's Caribbean blue eyes widened as she saw the skeletal remains of a woman sitting at the piano in the center of the moonlit room, entertaining the undead governor and British navy officer with her godless song.
\\Now I shall reign in blood\\
"It's Elizabeth!" Jack's own dark, kohl-rimmed eyes were close to popping free from his skull. The song ended, and the rotting body rose from the piano bench, holding the tattered remains of her skirt in bony claws.
"Shit!" Kat hissed. "Here they come." They ducked in the cupboard under the staircase just as the two undeads lurched out of the parlor. Kat's flashlight beam fell upon the bodies of two American tourists stuffed in the closet with them. A man in his late-fifties with graying fair hair, wearing a Hawaiian-print shirt and khaki shorts was propped against the wall next to Kat, bloated and just beginning to decay. His wife, short, with curly red hair and wearing a lilac colored sundress with brilliant hibiscus flowers printed on the material, stood next to him in the same state of decay. Kat opened her mouth to scream bloody murder, but Jack's rough, callused left hand prevented her from doing so. Two resonating bangs assured them it was safe to leave the closet. Taking the opportunity, Kat bolted from the closet, ready to scream until the heavens crashed down around her. /Christ! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!/ Jack wasn't far behind, watching her reaction. She felt the sudden heaving of her stomach, and proceeded to open the door. "Help me, Jack." She whimpered, knees visibly shaking.
"O'course, luv." His reassuring arm around her waist, guiding her down the path, calmed her a bit.
"Just a moment, Jack." She cautioned, sinking to her knees. She leaned over the tall grass, saying goodbye to what food she hadn't digested. Jack held her long, russet curls away from her face, watching the sky warily.
/The last thing she needs is the shock of seein' me as I really am./ He thought bitterly, cursing the Heathen Gods who placed the curse on the gold in the first place. As luck would have it, the moon appeared behind it's cloudy veil and transformed him. /Damn fate./
When she was finished, Kat looked up to see Skeleton Jack holding her hair. Expecting to hear her scream, he was astounded when silence met his ears.
"Shouldn't you be screamin' and cowering in fear, like you and your friend did before?" He asked scornfully.
"Jack, I'm sorry." She whispered. "I knew those people, back in the closet. They're my roommate's parents. She's been worried about them for weeks."
"You still didn't answer the damn question, Kat." He said.
"Jack, I was shocked the first time I saw it." She whispered, a pleading look in her eyes. "This is all new to me! I was expecting a nice, normal vacation to an archeology site, like I've always done since I was ten. Instead, I get something like Resident Evil meets Indiana Jones meets Tomb Raider!" Footsteps alerted them to something coming down the path. The same lilting soprano echoed from it.
\\Father Lucifer
You never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that Milkmaid
How's the Lizzies
How's your Jesus christ been hanging\\
Elizabeth twirled and pirouetted down the path in time to her song, almost joyous, reveling in what she was singing.
\\Nothings gonna stop me from floating
Nothings gonna stop me from floating\\
"Elizabeth!" Jack said, standing there in shock. She didn't listen, just continued on with her song.
\\He says he reckons I'm a watercolour stain
He says I run and then I run from him
And then I run
He didn't see me watching
From the aeroplane
He wiped a tear
And then he threw away our appleseed\\
"Enough with the satanic bullshit, lady!" Kat hissed. Elizabeth stopped dancing to the song only she could hear. "Who are you?"
"Elizabeth Norrington." She said, in a voice not like her own. It was far higher, with a thick accent similar to the whores in Tortuga. It almost reminded Jack of Giselle. "You'll all be in big trouble if my father catches the two o' you out 'ere." She began pirouetting once more.
"You are NOT the Commodore's wife, Elizabeth!" Jack exclaimed, shaken by her transformation. "You're engaged to the whelp!"
"Nonsense!" She crowed, spinning around "I married Commodore Norrington ages ago. Nothings gonna stop me from floating... Nothings gonna stop me from floating."
"She's a complete lunatic!" Kat mouthed to Jack, distracted by the empty nose socket in Elizabeth's decomposed face.
"What can I do about that, eh?" He mouthed back. He noticed a scrap of paper sticking from her bodice. "What's that?" He asked Elizabeth.
"Oh, this?" She shoved the paper into his hands. "You can keep it. It's part o' me diary, I think." The moon vanished behind a cloud, bringing out a bright smile on Elizabeth's face. "Oh! I'm whole again!" She danced off, humming a macabre waltz.
Jack looked at the filthy, dog-eared envelope, addressed to Will.
"Well, open it!" Kat goaded.
"Can't." Jack replied.
"Why not?!"
"It's impolite to read the mail o' others, luv."
"You're a pirate! What, you suddenly have scruples?"
"I'm still waiting for an answer to my question. Somethin' better than 'it was my first time'."
"Fine!" She stormed off, only to bump into two guards! "JACK!" She screamed, as the redcoats dragged her off into the night.
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Will Jack rescue Kat? Will she ever answer his question? Will they ever read the letter addressed to "Dearest William" without the whelp's consent? You'll have to wait two chapters to find out! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
