Tattered Remains
Ruler of the Red Sea
Chapter: 6
By: Krysis
Disclaimers: Don' own it don' care, so leave me be.
Authors note: I would like to announce my beta reader RogueChere. One of my reviewers who were so kind to beta read this story. So please respect and acknowledge her work. I would like to give out my gratitude and thanks to her. If it weren't for her there wouldn't be this chapter.
The ocean air was raw and cold, as flickers of light played along the cracks and crevices of the boat. The rocking motions that tilted the ship made it seem sickening to the stomach as the raw damp smelling hay seemed nauseating all in one. She had pleaded for hours, for anyone to come and help her, to take her from this hellhole. She even prayed which had long ago forsaken as false hope.
She was alone and cold. She felt as if her life would end short, and that she would never have the chance to experience life itself to the fullest. She had taken advantage of few things, that she wished she would have taken more of. Or maybe it was the very advantage to leave the streets to travel the deadly seas that captured her spirits in chains.
She cried, she had truly cried hard and long. Still, no one came to her rescue. No one came to her aid. Not even to silence her. She shook with fear of death, the smell of the rotten straw made the empty pit of her stomach want to screed bile that gave its nasty taste in her mouth as her forest green eyes lay dead and cold.
How long had it been since she had gone without water, without food. She felt her lips drying, and her body had long ago dehydrated from the lack of water. She laid her head to the mildew straw, was she giving up? Was such a free willed soul giving up? Maybe, but then again, that's a whole different story. Perhaps a what if.
The door to the secluded area of the ship creaked ever so softly as the heavy booted footsteps made there way to her. She had been too weak to lift up her body to make out who he was, and lacked the motivation in caring. She looked up as a shadow made its way over her face, as the dim lights of the room seemed to fade.
"I see that you've finally learned to keep that hole in your mouth closed."
She faulted her caring, his words seemed like annoyance to her ears, as she could hear a faint buzzing noise enter it. It had been too long since she had heard his soft, deep, demanding voice. It had almost felt as if she had missed it, but then again, she had missed many things as of now.
The man had dropped to one knee in front of her, as his thumb draped over her crackled and torn crimson lips. He had seemed displeased as he pressed the brim of an object to her lips. She hadn't noticed anything in his hands but then again, she didn't recall much but his shadow.
"Drink."
Not soon after his command she took in a deep guzzle, she had hoped it would have been hoping for the sweet taste of water, but was given the salty taste of what seemed old stale water which had made her instantly spit it out and spew it to the ground. Not trusting that it was water, but poison.
The man had gripped her weak forehead as he tilted her head back; she cringed as he pressed the brim of the mouthpiece to her lips again. He was trying to kill her, as slowly and painfully as possible. It had only been when he had finally forced her to drink more of it that she noticed that it was water. Her mouth too dry and her taste buds too raw to understand in the first sip. She chugged it down as a wild stream of water made its way down her throat. His gloved hand that had pressed her forehead back was now resting on her shoulder as she took in great amounts of water.
"I see."
Was all he said as he stood up, with his heavy boots scuffing the ground telling her now alert ears to stop drinking. Her green eyes that had seemed so distant and cold now sparked with a small amount of hope. He could have left her to die, to rot on the molding straw.
"P-please, please don' go ah..."
It had been awhile that she had been able to talk, her throat raw from crying and screaming her mind still dazed from the lack of water and her lips still chapped and torn. She was trying to plead to this man, beg him to let her live to set her free. If not free, free from imprisonment. It wasn't like she could run away, unless she took a leaping step to suicide into the deadly cold ocean.
Her words, despite how soft and fragile they were, he had heard. He had turned almost an about-face. A military way of turning, as his gray/blue eyes moved into her lost green gaze. A smirk tingled to his masculine lips as he gave her a gaze that had only promised more pain. His words though, shocked her.
"What do I owe the honor to? You, why should I give you the honor in staying, do you like our meetings Rogue? Do tell me, you've suddenly caught my interest."
How much she wanted to yell at him, tell him how much she hated him. If only this wasn't a bargain for her life. She new what he had been implying, a shear warning that she would only have his attention for a few brief moments to argue her point, and maybe sweet talking her way from death.
"Ah'll do anything ya ask. Ah will cook, clean, sweep, kiss ya feet. Jus' please don' let me die."
"Anything.words that you should maybe reconsider. Need I remind you that there are far worse things in life than death?"
He had a way with words, to make you take back whatever it was you were going to say. As if he had known and anticipated what you were going to say, but her eyes told him much more than what words could. Spite his dead cold gray/blue eyes, and her pleading evergreen orbs. He sparked a smile to her as he snapped his fingers and the chains seemed to give way in one snap. They seemed to move away, as the red rash of the chains could be noticed on her white silk flesh. He had seemed displeased at the fact that she had been inflicted on her flesh.
"As you wish, I have done what you have asked of me. Now for your turn in the agreement. You will give me an idea about these powers you possess, as well as an example."
She stood up, weak and frail. It had been a good three days since she had been able to walk. Her balance was off and her sight seemed to fade in and out of darkness. She felt a gloved hand grip her forearm as he then flipped his other hand underneath her. He had taken her into his arms as if she weren't the captured, but a lady or a guest to his ship.
"Later when you have had your turn to rest. Maybe tomorrow night when LeBeau comes to the feast."
She seemed shocked and he noticed that small light in the back of her eyes spark up at the mere thought of his name. The man before her gave a most displeasing look as silver bangs draped over his eyes.
"After dinner, I fear you will not be present when he arrives. My sincere apologies milady."
Spite the fact that he had been a complete gentlemen to her; he still had harsh ways to beat around the bush. For one thing, he had acted as if her pain and agony was her own fault, which he partook in nothing of the such. He acted as if she was but an object that could be easily disposed of. Maybe giving him the information about her abilities, was a bad thing. Even though she knew little about how to control it. How was she to demonstrate it?
Luck, she would need luck.
"My son."
She looked up as he had called forth the boy he had called son. Or was he a boy? No, she had strongly misinterpreted the words son. This boy was a man, he was powerful looking, and his cold blue stare matched much of his father's. His white hair seemed to flash with unyielding fire as his bangs shot out like thorns on a rose bush.
"Make sure the lady here is given proper quarters, as well as cleaned up."
With unnamed grace the man had jumped from the higher docks to the lower half near the door which lay ajar. She hadn't needed to know what lay behind that door for she had been under those steps far longer than she would have liked.
He landed with grace, as he stood almost as tall as his father. He had taken her breath away, she was in awe. She was sure as a fact that this man must have many women falling over him, dreaming of him like in a romance novel. His gloved hand gripped her shoulder as he bowed his respects to his father.
"As you wish."
His words came out as if bored, and un-amused at the fact that his father had commanded him to take a low-level low-ranked woman of society to a chamber for the night. She noticed another thing as well though, why was everyone wearing gloves? Or at least everyone who came in contact with her that was.
"Wait."
The elder man looked down, yet again with a displeased look on his face as his lips seemed to curl into a sneer. He extended a hand for her to continue. He most likely would answer her but she had to know. It had been killing her since the moment she had met him.
"Who are you?"
"Lord Magneto, master of magnesium. Ruler of the Red sea, thus the reason I am called Erik the Red."
He turned now, moving to the front of the ship. She would have questioned him more if he had not left in such a hurry or for the fact his son was now pulling her. When had this Magneto man placed her to the ground? She had remembered that he had carried her, her mind must have blacked out again. No sooner as she thought this she fainted into this strange man's arms. He was quick though, almost too quick. For he caught her before she could hit the ground.but why would he care?
Reviewers: I would like to take a moment and thank all those who have reviewed for chapter 5: Thank you and I hoped that you enjoyed this chapter just as much.
IvyZoe- Wait tell you see what I have planed. Muhaha, it will knock you off your socks and out of your computer chair.
Ivy Tearen- I am glad that this story pleases you so much. Ja'ne.
Yumiko- Hey this one wasn't that short! Sorry for the slow updates I am getting ready to be docked in for the Marine Corp. soon as school ends and it's taking up a lot of time and training.
Sara- Trust me Rogue is doing just fine, but with this story comes of course things we don't want to see poor Rogue go through.
Ishandahalf- I have updated again. -Cool beans no? - well I hope you enjoyed it, I kinda like it, thanks to my new beta reader.
RogueChere: I can't thank you enough for your help and support on this story, and of course you will be honored in every chapter you beta read, because it would be crude, rude, and mean of me to do. Then again I'm all three of those things but ^.~ you and my reviewers are an exception. Thanks again.
Ruler of the Red Sea
Chapter: 6
By: Krysis
Disclaimers: Don' own it don' care, so leave me be.
Authors note: I would like to announce my beta reader RogueChere. One of my reviewers who were so kind to beta read this story. So please respect and acknowledge her work. I would like to give out my gratitude and thanks to her. If it weren't for her there wouldn't be this chapter.
The ocean air was raw and cold, as flickers of light played along the cracks and crevices of the boat. The rocking motions that tilted the ship made it seem sickening to the stomach as the raw damp smelling hay seemed nauseating all in one. She had pleaded for hours, for anyone to come and help her, to take her from this hellhole. She even prayed which had long ago forsaken as false hope.
She was alone and cold. She felt as if her life would end short, and that she would never have the chance to experience life itself to the fullest. She had taken advantage of few things, that she wished she would have taken more of. Or maybe it was the very advantage to leave the streets to travel the deadly seas that captured her spirits in chains.
She cried, she had truly cried hard and long. Still, no one came to her rescue. No one came to her aid. Not even to silence her. She shook with fear of death, the smell of the rotten straw made the empty pit of her stomach want to screed bile that gave its nasty taste in her mouth as her forest green eyes lay dead and cold.
How long had it been since she had gone without water, without food. She felt her lips drying, and her body had long ago dehydrated from the lack of water. She laid her head to the mildew straw, was she giving up? Was such a free willed soul giving up? Maybe, but then again, that's a whole different story. Perhaps a what if.
The door to the secluded area of the ship creaked ever so softly as the heavy booted footsteps made there way to her. She had been too weak to lift up her body to make out who he was, and lacked the motivation in caring. She looked up as a shadow made its way over her face, as the dim lights of the room seemed to fade.
"I see that you've finally learned to keep that hole in your mouth closed."
She faulted her caring, his words seemed like annoyance to her ears, as she could hear a faint buzzing noise enter it. It had been too long since she had heard his soft, deep, demanding voice. It had almost felt as if she had missed it, but then again, she had missed many things as of now.
The man had dropped to one knee in front of her, as his thumb draped over her crackled and torn crimson lips. He had seemed displeased as he pressed the brim of an object to her lips. She hadn't noticed anything in his hands but then again, she didn't recall much but his shadow.
"Drink."
Not soon after his command she took in a deep guzzle, she had hoped it would have been hoping for the sweet taste of water, but was given the salty taste of what seemed old stale water which had made her instantly spit it out and spew it to the ground. Not trusting that it was water, but poison.
The man had gripped her weak forehead as he tilted her head back; she cringed as he pressed the brim of the mouthpiece to her lips again. He was trying to kill her, as slowly and painfully as possible. It had only been when he had finally forced her to drink more of it that she noticed that it was water. Her mouth too dry and her taste buds too raw to understand in the first sip. She chugged it down as a wild stream of water made its way down her throat. His gloved hand that had pressed her forehead back was now resting on her shoulder as she took in great amounts of water.
"I see."
Was all he said as he stood up, with his heavy boots scuffing the ground telling her now alert ears to stop drinking. Her green eyes that had seemed so distant and cold now sparked with a small amount of hope. He could have left her to die, to rot on the molding straw.
"P-please, please don' go ah..."
It had been awhile that she had been able to talk, her throat raw from crying and screaming her mind still dazed from the lack of water and her lips still chapped and torn. She was trying to plead to this man, beg him to let her live to set her free. If not free, free from imprisonment. It wasn't like she could run away, unless she took a leaping step to suicide into the deadly cold ocean.
Her words, despite how soft and fragile they were, he had heard. He had turned almost an about-face. A military way of turning, as his gray/blue eyes moved into her lost green gaze. A smirk tingled to his masculine lips as he gave her a gaze that had only promised more pain. His words though, shocked her.
"What do I owe the honor to? You, why should I give you the honor in staying, do you like our meetings Rogue? Do tell me, you've suddenly caught my interest."
How much she wanted to yell at him, tell him how much she hated him. If only this wasn't a bargain for her life. She new what he had been implying, a shear warning that she would only have his attention for a few brief moments to argue her point, and maybe sweet talking her way from death.
"Ah'll do anything ya ask. Ah will cook, clean, sweep, kiss ya feet. Jus' please don' let me die."
"Anything.words that you should maybe reconsider. Need I remind you that there are far worse things in life than death?"
He had a way with words, to make you take back whatever it was you were going to say. As if he had known and anticipated what you were going to say, but her eyes told him much more than what words could. Spite his dead cold gray/blue eyes, and her pleading evergreen orbs. He sparked a smile to her as he snapped his fingers and the chains seemed to give way in one snap. They seemed to move away, as the red rash of the chains could be noticed on her white silk flesh. He had seemed displeased at the fact that she had been inflicted on her flesh.
"As you wish, I have done what you have asked of me. Now for your turn in the agreement. You will give me an idea about these powers you possess, as well as an example."
She stood up, weak and frail. It had been a good three days since she had been able to walk. Her balance was off and her sight seemed to fade in and out of darkness. She felt a gloved hand grip her forearm as he then flipped his other hand underneath her. He had taken her into his arms as if she weren't the captured, but a lady or a guest to his ship.
"Later when you have had your turn to rest. Maybe tomorrow night when LeBeau comes to the feast."
She seemed shocked and he noticed that small light in the back of her eyes spark up at the mere thought of his name. The man before her gave a most displeasing look as silver bangs draped over his eyes.
"After dinner, I fear you will not be present when he arrives. My sincere apologies milady."
Spite the fact that he had been a complete gentlemen to her; he still had harsh ways to beat around the bush. For one thing, he had acted as if her pain and agony was her own fault, which he partook in nothing of the such. He acted as if she was but an object that could be easily disposed of. Maybe giving him the information about her abilities, was a bad thing. Even though she knew little about how to control it. How was she to demonstrate it?
Luck, she would need luck.
"My son."
She looked up as he had called forth the boy he had called son. Or was he a boy? No, she had strongly misinterpreted the words son. This boy was a man, he was powerful looking, and his cold blue stare matched much of his father's. His white hair seemed to flash with unyielding fire as his bangs shot out like thorns on a rose bush.
"Make sure the lady here is given proper quarters, as well as cleaned up."
With unnamed grace the man had jumped from the higher docks to the lower half near the door which lay ajar. She hadn't needed to know what lay behind that door for she had been under those steps far longer than she would have liked.
He landed with grace, as he stood almost as tall as his father. He had taken her breath away, she was in awe. She was sure as a fact that this man must have many women falling over him, dreaming of him like in a romance novel. His gloved hand gripped her shoulder as he bowed his respects to his father.
"As you wish."
His words came out as if bored, and un-amused at the fact that his father had commanded him to take a low-level low-ranked woman of society to a chamber for the night. She noticed another thing as well though, why was everyone wearing gloves? Or at least everyone who came in contact with her that was.
"Wait."
The elder man looked down, yet again with a displeased look on his face as his lips seemed to curl into a sneer. He extended a hand for her to continue. He most likely would answer her but she had to know. It had been killing her since the moment she had met him.
"Who are you?"
"Lord Magneto, master of magnesium. Ruler of the Red sea, thus the reason I am called Erik the Red."
He turned now, moving to the front of the ship. She would have questioned him more if he had not left in such a hurry or for the fact his son was now pulling her. When had this Magneto man placed her to the ground? She had remembered that he had carried her, her mind must have blacked out again. No sooner as she thought this she fainted into this strange man's arms. He was quick though, almost too quick. For he caught her before she could hit the ground.but why would he care?
Reviewers: I would like to take a moment and thank all those who have reviewed for chapter 5: Thank you and I hoped that you enjoyed this chapter just as much.
IvyZoe- Wait tell you see what I have planed. Muhaha, it will knock you off your socks and out of your computer chair.
Ivy Tearen- I am glad that this story pleases you so much. Ja'ne.
Yumiko- Hey this one wasn't that short! Sorry for the slow updates I am getting ready to be docked in for the Marine Corp. soon as school ends and it's taking up a lot of time and training.
Sara- Trust me Rogue is doing just fine, but with this story comes of course things we don't want to see poor Rogue go through.
Ishandahalf- I have updated again. -Cool beans no? - well I hope you enjoyed it, I kinda like it, thanks to my new beta reader.
RogueChere: I can't thank you enough for your help and support on this story, and of course you will be honored in every chapter you beta read, because it would be crude, rude, and mean of me to do. Then again I'm all three of those things but ^.~ you and my reviewers are an exception. Thanks again.