Mary Sue Hunter: Out to Sea
Chapter 3
Governor Swann paced the halls of the Swann house, impatiently waiting for the Huntress to return with Will and that pirate, Sparrow. Elizabeth was sitting in a loveseat, watching him and wringing her hands together nervously.
"What could be taking them so long? They were meant to simply head out there, get the pirate and come back. They should have been back yesterday," the Governor fretted. Elizabeth opened her mouth to try and speak something in the manner of calming words to her father, but her cut her off before she could start.
"I know, I know. 'They'll be fine, Sparrow's probably further out than they expected, it's just a minor delay,' I know." He sighed. "But I still think that pirate's gone and done something again. He's always causing trouble that Sparrow, and I'll bet-" A sharp knock on the door cut off the Governor before he could get back onto a ranting roll again. "Carrie! Will you get that please? Elizabeth and I will be down in a moment."
"Yes, Gov'ner, sir," the petite maid answered, scurrying down the stairs.
The Governor took a deep breath and began to compose himself. Elizabeth stood and adjusted the ribbon in his hair. "Father, you really must relax. They'll be fine. Angel is a professional. Will and the others can take care of themselves," she said reassuringly. Governor Swann nodded and they walked together down the stairs to greet the visitor.
He was tall. Exceptionally so. Governor Swann estimated him to be about 6 feet, 9 inches. He had blonde hair, cropped close to his scalp and his dark eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. His garb was similar to Angel's; earth coloured pants, boots, a black shirt and a leather jacket in spite of the tropical air. The stranger extended his hand to Governor Swann.
"Good afternoon, sir. I am Chrys, I've been sent to asses the security of the establishment," he said in a strange accent that was different to Angel's. The Governor was instantly pleased to have him in the house. He introduced himself and then Elizabeth and the stranger took his daughter's hand and kissed it in a gentlemanly fashion. Elizabeth blushed and looked away.
"First thing is first," Chrys said cheerily. "May I have a tour of the grounds to evaluate my working environment?" He smiled a dazzling smile. "Perhaps the Lady would like to show me around?" He suggested, glancing at Elizabeth.
The governor nodded absently and waved his hand, already beginning to fret over the missing Will and company. Chrys offered his arm to Elizabeth and they left the house to walk the grounds while Governor Swann returned to his pacing.
.::.
"This here is the Northern Gate. Its open most of the time but there's always a person keeping guard of course," Elizabeth said as she and Chrys approached the main gates.
"Good, you have some security already in place. It should make things easier," Chrys said approvingly. "The protection of a treasure like you- I mean you and your family- is terribly important," he said, trying to cover his slip of the tongue.
Elizabeth felt her face heat up and she quickly turned away from his intense gaze, feeling shy. Chrys took a step closer and traced the line of her chin with his index finger.
"Why do you stay with that blacksmith?" He asked softly. "Why do you out up with a man who can't take care of you or your lifestyle because he's constantly falling madly in love with those Mary Sues?"
Elizabeth gaped, unsure of how to react. Chrys's stare was almost hypnotic and she wondered how he knew what she, herself had trouble thinking about, but still gave her doubts in the utter most recesses of her mind. How did he know that sometimes when Mary Sues were involved, Elizabeth doubted her love for Will? She was opening and shutting her mouth like a fish out of water when she shadow slipped from the trees behind her.
"Hello, Chrys," a cool voice drawled from behind Elizabeth. Chrys gasped and pulled a knife from a hidden pocket and spun her about, holding the blade to her throat. As she was whirled 180 degrees, Elizabeth caught sight of another man holding a gun similar to Angel's in one hand and a small silver rectangle in the other. 'Why am I always getting myself into situations like this?' Elizabeth thought incredulously, remembering her first encounter with one Jack Sparrow.
"One more step, boy, and I'll slit her throat!" yelled Chrys at the red- haired fellow standing in front of them. The man who was maybe a year younger than Elizabeth started laughing.
"Now, now Chrys, you wouldn't do something like hurting Miss Swann-Turner. You came all this way to have a go at her, why on Earth would you kill her now?" he said in a patronising tone, waving his gun in the air. From behind Elizabeth's ear, Chrys was smirking.
"Don't think you can negotiate with me, boy. You're just another rookie that those idiot hunters have sent after me. Have you noticed that they haven't caught me yet? It's not about to be you that will bring me down, boy," Chrys was saying. What? Why was this young red-haired by trying to catch Chrys? Elizabeth began to panic. Chrys came here to protect her. The other boy's eyes flickered for a second, before returning back to Chrys and Elizabeth, never wavering in his aim at Chrys's forehead.
"Chrys, you've already been caught. Night night!"
What the...?
There was a noise from behind Elizabeth, and Chrys whipped around dragging the Governor's daughter with him, his dagger digging into the skin of the throat. She was whirled about to face a woman dressed in black and holding a blood smeared staff.
"Sweet dreams, baby."
CRACK, SNAP.
Chrys fell away from Elizabeth's back, his dagger grazing the skin of her throat and making it bleed ever so slightly. As he fell to the ground, unconscious with a broken face, Elizabeth half squealed with relief and staggered backwards into the arms of the younger stranger, who caught her before she nearly collapsed.
"Cuff him, Arrow," the tall blonde woman ordered, poking Chrys with her staff. Obediently, the red-haired boy carefully set Elizabeth aside and flipped the unconscious form over and slapped a pair of shackles onto his wrists and ankles. The blonde woman steped over to Elizabeth.
"I'm Karmah, and the young one is Arrow. We're on a mission to catch that fool Chrys."
Elizabeth could only blink dumbly. Karmah rolled her eyes. "I'm a freelance Mary Sue hunter. I don't often work with the Official Hunters, only when I'm offered lots of money. I'm training Arrow here for them, and tracking down this stupid Gary Stu-" she kicked Chrys with the toe of her boot. "He's been running about the worlds pretending to be a Hunter and seducing all the women and making the real Hunters look like fools. Anyway, we tracked him from Middle Earth to here in the Caribbean, and obviously to you. I need to know if there's a Hunter currently in the region that I can consult with."
After a moment, Elizabeth nodded. "Ah, yes, there's a Huntress here called Angel. She's out to sea to pick up a friend of mine. She went out there with my husband as well, to protect him from Mary Sues."
Karmah suddenly grinned. "Angel's here? Champion! I'll give her a shout," she said, pulling out a silver box like the one she'd seen with Arrow earlier. She flipped it open ad began talking into it. "Patch me through to Angel in realm 7472837-682. Yes, it's Karmah."
.::.
A shrill ring broke the silent air surrounding the two ships as they sailed almost side by side. The sound caught everyone by surprise and there was a simultaneous flinch throughout both crews and their passangers. Angel dug into the pockets of her jacket searching for her mobile phone. In the end, George found it, pulling the phone from her back pocket and handing it to her with his tiny monkey hands. Angel flashed him a grin and flipped open the phone.
"Go for Angel."
"On the air with Karmah."
"Hey, are you in the region?" Angel asked, surprised to hear from the freelancer.
"Yep. You know that impostor Gary Stu that's been running around giving the Hunters a bad reputation?" Karmah asked. Angel made an affirmative hum in the back of her throat. "Well," Karmah continued, "He was right behind you. Headquarters couldn't contact you because he had some sort of access to the systems, so they called me in."
"Because you're not on our files or in our system at all, he wouldn't have a clue they were sending a Hunter after him."
"Right and Ive got Arrow, one of the Juniors with me, as a distraction. They're using him as a cover, saying this mission was a training engagement. The Stu was getting careless thinking there was only one little Junior on his tail, rather than an experienced Hunter."
"So you got him?"
"Uh... yep." Was that a hint of uncertainty?
"Please don't tell me you damaged him." There was a pause on the other end and Angel winced. "Karms, what did you do?"
"Uh, I had my staff," Karmah's voice said almost hesitantly. Angel rolled her eyes. Karmah's idea of fair treatment was just as bad as Angel's. She stayed quiet, indicating for Karmah to continue.
"Let's see, broken jaw, fractured nose and cheek, cracked skull in the forehead area..." Karmah trailed off and Angel gave a sad laugh.
"You're so lucky that you're a freelancer. The insurance on this will be murder!"
Karmah grunted. "I know, I know. The Boss'll probably dock my fees for this now huh?"
"Look, you've got the guy, right? I've got things under control for now, but get Arrow to hang about in Port Royale after you take the Gary Stu back to headquarters. There's a Mary Sue out there with a couple of .45 bullet holes and a major grudge against me. We could do with the extra security there anyway while I'm out in the middle of the ocean."
"I'll let Arrow know."
"Great. Angel out." She hit the call end button. Will and Jack were staring strangely at the Huntress, and her mobile phone. "What?"
"What the heck is that thing?" Sparrow asked staring at the little silver rectangle in Angel's hand. Will nodded, pointing at the phone, gaping slightly. One forgets that mobile technology wasn't around in the 17th century. Angel shoved the phone back into her pocket and turned to Commodore Norrington.
"How far are we from Port?"
"About three hours."
"Good."
.::.
Two and three quarter hours later, Jack stood on the prow of the Dauntless, watching Ana Maria pull his Black Pearl into Port Royale, not one hundred yards away from him. The captain was furious that Angel had insisted on him travelling with her on Norrington's ship, for the risk of one of the Blue Diamond's passangers being a Mary Sue. As soon as they docked, Angel dragged him and Will away to the Swann house to regroup, but they didn't get far.
Halfway up the road, Jack and his companions stopped to find the bodies of three soldiers. And standing above her victims, in the middle of the road was their killer. The soldier's throats had been slit with the mean looking knife in the beautiful woman's hand. Jack glanced at Angel and Will to find they seemed to recognise the murderess.
"Jessawen, this dimension was clean. You spilt the innocent's blood, and we both know that neither Mary-Sue nor Hunter can do that anymore," Angel was saying. "The fight is between us, not them. They aren't to be involved."
Jessawen cackled. "You know, Huntress, the Sue doesn't like you. In fact, she hates you so much, that she upgraded me, just so I could kill you for her. And now that I'm superior, I'm exempted from that rule."
Jack gawped slightly when he saw Angel's face drain of colour. "What's she talking about? Upgraded?" Angel blinked at him slowly.
"They're all fan girls first. Then the good ones become Mary Sues. Some of them get upgraded again into the Sue's elite squad."
"Upgraded to what?"
"Stalkers."
Jack opened his mouth to ask what that meant, but Jessawen spoke over the top of him. "Yes, yes, I'm a stalker now. And as such, I can kill now, if that's what it takes to reach my goal."
"To bonk Will, eh?" Jack sniped.
"Me?" Will squeaked.
"No you stupid boy! The world does not revolve around you!" Jessawen yelled. "I'm here to kill you, and help the Sue take this dimension," she cried dramatically, stabbing her finger at Angel. By this time, the colour had returned to Angel's face, and it was steadily increasing. The Hunter was getting seriously ticked off. She furiously pulled both guns from their holsters, holding each level with Jessawen's eyes.
"You know what, Jessawen? Normally we'd take someone like you in for interrogation because you're in the Sue's favour, but I don't care anymore. I don't like you."
Jack spotted a man sneaking along towards their little group. The pirate reached for his pistol. Angel didn't need someone interfering while she was with the Mary Sue.
"And it won't matter if you kill me anyway," Jessawen was saying. "The Sue's given me plenty of backup should I not for some unforseen miracle not complete my mission. The troops will arrive tomorrow."
Angel rolled her eyes. "You know, you're not very good bad guy." Jessawen looked offended. "Haven't you seen enough James Bond movies to know that when the bad guy reveals his evil plot to take over the world, he always loses?"
Jack saw the red-haired man appear in the window of a second storey building and draw a large gun, like a musket or rifle, from a duffel bag. And then aim it right Angel and Jessawen, who was still talking.
"Anyways, you can't shoot me! Remember what happened last time? And that was before the upgrades."
"Right, last time I didn't have backup."
Jessawen's eyes bugged and she bolted down the street. She never got far. The man in the window pulled the trigger of his big rifle, but there was no sound of a shot, just a little 'whoosh' and the blood suddenly spread across Jessawen's back in a large blossom. Then Angel proceeded to unload half a clip into the Mary-Sue-come-stalker. Jessawen hit the ground face first in her own life-fluids.
Angel stuffed her guns back into their holsters on either thigh, turning her face up to glance into the window. "Nice shot!" she called to the man inside. He waved and disappeared from view, obviously heading outside.
Jack was confused. These hunters had guns that didn't make a sound, didn't need reloading for when seemed like forever, wore the strangest clothes, talked into little metallic boxes like they were having a conversation with someone and killed for a living, Jack should love Angel and her shooting friend, but he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit afraid of them.
"Jack, Will, this is one of my Junior Hunters Arrow," announced Angel, introducing the red-haired young man from the window. "Arrow, this is major victim William Turner, blacksmith and sort-of-pirate, and secondary victim Jack Sparrow-"
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, love." Force of habit. Angel cocked her brow at him and Jack quickly shut his mouth.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, pirate of the Black Pearl," Angel finished. Arrow shook both mens hands and looked at Will strangely. Will covered his bruised nose and split lip a little self consciously. Arrow burst into fits of laughter.
"Angel's been storming through doors again?"
Will just went redder.
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Well, I'm so so so sorry it took this long for me to update. To all those of you who've stuck with me and Nimloth, thanks so much, I hope this'll keep you entertained until I get the next chappie up. Till then, party hard.
Andúnië
Chapter 3
Governor Swann paced the halls of the Swann house, impatiently waiting for the Huntress to return with Will and that pirate, Sparrow. Elizabeth was sitting in a loveseat, watching him and wringing her hands together nervously.
"What could be taking them so long? They were meant to simply head out there, get the pirate and come back. They should have been back yesterday," the Governor fretted. Elizabeth opened her mouth to try and speak something in the manner of calming words to her father, but her cut her off before she could start.
"I know, I know. 'They'll be fine, Sparrow's probably further out than they expected, it's just a minor delay,' I know." He sighed. "But I still think that pirate's gone and done something again. He's always causing trouble that Sparrow, and I'll bet-" A sharp knock on the door cut off the Governor before he could get back onto a ranting roll again. "Carrie! Will you get that please? Elizabeth and I will be down in a moment."
"Yes, Gov'ner, sir," the petite maid answered, scurrying down the stairs.
The Governor took a deep breath and began to compose himself. Elizabeth stood and adjusted the ribbon in his hair. "Father, you really must relax. They'll be fine. Angel is a professional. Will and the others can take care of themselves," she said reassuringly. Governor Swann nodded and they walked together down the stairs to greet the visitor.
He was tall. Exceptionally so. Governor Swann estimated him to be about 6 feet, 9 inches. He had blonde hair, cropped close to his scalp and his dark eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. His garb was similar to Angel's; earth coloured pants, boots, a black shirt and a leather jacket in spite of the tropical air. The stranger extended his hand to Governor Swann.
"Good afternoon, sir. I am Chrys, I've been sent to asses the security of the establishment," he said in a strange accent that was different to Angel's. The Governor was instantly pleased to have him in the house. He introduced himself and then Elizabeth and the stranger took his daughter's hand and kissed it in a gentlemanly fashion. Elizabeth blushed and looked away.
"First thing is first," Chrys said cheerily. "May I have a tour of the grounds to evaluate my working environment?" He smiled a dazzling smile. "Perhaps the Lady would like to show me around?" He suggested, glancing at Elizabeth.
The governor nodded absently and waved his hand, already beginning to fret over the missing Will and company. Chrys offered his arm to Elizabeth and they left the house to walk the grounds while Governor Swann returned to his pacing.
.::.
"This here is the Northern Gate. Its open most of the time but there's always a person keeping guard of course," Elizabeth said as she and Chrys approached the main gates.
"Good, you have some security already in place. It should make things easier," Chrys said approvingly. "The protection of a treasure like you- I mean you and your family- is terribly important," he said, trying to cover his slip of the tongue.
Elizabeth felt her face heat up and she quickly turned away from his intense gaze, feeling shy. Chrys took a step closer and traced the line of her chin with his index finger.
"Why do you stay with that blacksmith?" He asked softly. "Why do you out up with a man who can't take care of you or your lifestyle because he's constantly falling madly in love with those Mary Sues?"
Elizabeth gaped, unsure of how to react. Chrys's stare was almost hypnotic and she wondered how he knew what she, herself had trouble thinking about, but still gave her doubts in the utter most recesses of her mind. How did he know that sometimes when Mary Sues were involved, Elizabeth doubted her love for Will? She was opening and shutting her mouth like a fish out of water when she shadow slipped from the trees behind her.
"Hello, Chrys," a cool voice drawled from behind Elizabeth. Chrys gasped and pulled a knife from a hidden pocket and spun her about, holding the blade to her throat. As she was whirled 180 degrees, Elizabeth caught sight of another man holding a gun similar to Angel's in one hand and a small silver rectangle in the other. 'Why am I always getting myself into situations like this?' Elizabeth thought incredulously, remembering her first encounter with one Jack Sparrow.
"One more step, boy, and I'll slit her throat!" yelled Chrys at the red- haired fellow standing in front of them. The man who was maybe a year younger than Elizabeth started laughing.
"Now, now Chrys, you wouldn't do something like hurting Miss Swann-Turner. You came all this way to have a go at her, why on Earth would you kill her now?" he said in a patronising tone, waving his gun in the air. From behind Elizabeth's ear, Chrys was smirking.
"Don't think you can negotiate with me, boy. You're just another rookie that those idiot hunters have sent after me. Have you noticed that they haven't caught me yet? It's not about to be you that will bring me down, boy," Chrys was saying. What? Why was this young red-haired by trying to catch Chrys? Elizabeth began to panic. Chrys came here to protect her. The other boy's eyes flickered for a second, before returning back to Chrys and Elizabeth, never wavering in his aim at Chrys's forehead.
"Chrys, you've already been caught. Night night!"
What the...?
There was a noise from behind Elizabeth, and Chrys whipped around dragging the Governor's daughter with him, his dagger digging into the skin of the throat. She was whirled about to face a woman dressed in black and holding a blood smeared staff.
"Sweet dreams, baby."
CRACK, SNAP.
Chrys fell away from Elizabeth's back, his dagger grazing the skin of her throat and making it bleed ever so slightly. As he fell to the ground, unconscious with a broken face, Elizabeth half squealed with relief and staggered backwards into the arms of the younger stranger, who caught her before she nearly collapsed.
"Cuff him, Arrow," the tall blonde woman ordered, poking Chrys with her staff. Obediently, the red-haired boy carefully set Elizabeth aside and flipped the unconscious form over and slapped a pair of shackles onto his wrists and ankles. The blonde woman steped over to Elizabeth.
"I'm Karmah, and the young one is Arrow. We're on a mission to catch that fool Chrys."
Elizabeth could only blink dumbly. Karmah rolled her eyes. "I'm a freelance Mary Sue hunter. I don't often work with the Official Hunters, only when I'm offered lots of money. I'm training Arrow here for them, and tracking down this stupid Gary Stu-" she kicked Chrys with the toe of her boot. "He's been running about the worlds pretending to be a Hunter and seducing all the women and making the real Hunters look like fools. Anyway, we tracked him from Middle Earth to here in the Caribbean, and obviously to you. I need to know if there's a Hunter currently in the region that I can consult with."
After a moment, Elizabeth nodded. "Ah, yes, there's a Huntress here called Angel. She's out to sea to pick up a friend of mine. She went out there with my husband as well, to protect him from Mary Sues."
Karmah suddenly grinned. "Angel's here? Champion! I'll give her a shout," she said, pulling out a silver box like the one she'd seen with Arrow earlier. She flipped it open ad began talking into it. "Patch me through to Angel in realm 7472837-682. Yes, it's Karmah."
.::.
A shrill ring broke the silent air surrounding the two ships as they sailed almost side by side. The sound caught everyone by surprise and there was a simultaneous flinch throughout both crews and their passangers. Angel dug into the pockets of her jacket searching for her mobile phone. In the end, George found it, pulling the phone from her back pocket and handing it to her with his tiny monkey hands. Angel flashed him a grin and flipped open the phone.
"Go for Angel."
"On the air with Karmah."
"Hey, are you in the region?" Angel asked, surprised to hear from the freelancer.
"Yep. You know that impostor Gary Stu that's been running around giving the Hunters a bad reputation?" Karmah asked. Angel made an affirmative hum in the back of her throat. "Well," Karmah continued, "He was right behind you. Headquarters couldn't contact you because he had some sort of access to the systems, so they called me in."
"Because you're not on our files or in our system at all, he wouldn't have a clue they were sending a Hunter after him."
"Right and Ive got Arrow, one of the Juniors with me, as a distraction. They're using him as a cover, saying this mission was a training engagement. The Stu was getting careless thinking there was only one little Junior on his tail, rather than an experienced Hunter."
"So you got him?"
"Uh... yep." Was that a hint of uncertainty?
"Please don't tell me you damaged him." There was a pause on the other end and Angel winced. "Karms, what did you do?"
"Uh, I had my staff," Karmah's voice said almost hesitantly. Angel rolled her eyes. Karmah's idea of fair treatment was just as bad as Angel's. She stayed quiet, indicating for Karmah to continue.
"Let's see, broken jaw, fractured nose and cheek, cracked skull in the forehead area..." Karmah trailed off and Angel gave a sad laugh.
"You're so lucky that you're a freelancer. The insurance on this will be murder!"
Karmah grunted. "I know, I know. The Boss'll probably dock my fees for this now huh?"
"Look, you've got the guy, right? I've got things under control for now, but get Arrow to hang about in Port Royale after you take the Gary Stu back to headquarters. There's a Mary Sue out there with a couple of .45 bullet holes and a major grudge against me. We could do with the extra security there anyway while I'm out in the middle of the ocean."
"I'll let Arrow know."
"Great. Angel out." She hit the call end button. Will and Jack were staring strangely at the Huntress, and her mobile phone. "What?"
"What the heck is that thing?" Sparrow asked staring at the little silver rectangle in Angel's hand. Will nodded, pointing at the phone, gaping slightly. One forgets that mobile technology wasn't around in the 17th century. Angel shoved the phone back into her pocket and turned to Commodore Norrington.
"How far are we from Port?"
"About three hours."
"Good."
.::.
Two and three quarter hours later, Jack stood on the prow of the Dauntless, watching Ana Maria pull his Black Pearl into Port Royale, not one hundred yards away from him. The captain was furious that Angel had insisted on him travelling with her on Norrington's ship, for the risk of one of the Blue Diamond's passangers being a Mary Sue. As soon as they docked, Angel dragged him and Will away to the Swann house to regroup, but they didn't get far.
Halfway up the road, Jack and his companions stopped to find the bodies of three soldiers. And standing above her victims, in the middle of the road was their killer. The soldier's throats had been slit with the mean looking knife in the beautiful woman's hand. Jack glanced at Angel and Will to find they seemed to recognise the murderess.
"Jessawen, this dimension was clean. You spilt the innocent's blood, and we both know that neither Mary-Sue nor Hunter can do that anymore," Angel was saying. "The fight is between us, not them. They aren't to be involved."
Jessawen cackled. "You know, Huntress, the Sue doesn't like you. In fact, she hates you so much, that she upgraded me, just so I could kill you for her. And now that I'm superior, I'm exempted from that rule."
Jack gawped slightly when he saw Angel's face drain of colour. "What's she talking about? Upgraded?" Angel blinked at him slowly.
"They're all fan girls first. Then the good ones become Mary Sues. Some of them get upgraded again into the Sue's elite squad."
"Upgraded to what?"
"Stalkers."
Jack opened his mouth to ask what that meant, but Jessawen spoke over the top of him. "Yes, yes, I'm a stalker now. And as such, I can kill now, if that's what it takes to reach my goal."
"To bonk Will, eh?" Jack sniped.
"Me?" Will squeaked.
"No you stupid boy! The world does not revolve around you!" Jessawen yelled. "I'm here to kill you, and help the Sue take this dimension," she cried dramatically, stabbing her finger at Angel. By this time, the colour had returned to Angel's face, and it was steadily increasing. The Hunter was getting seriously ticked off. She furiously pulled both guns from their holsters, holding each level with Jessawen's eyes.
"You know what, Jessawen? Normally we'd take someone like you in for interrogation because you're in the Sue's favour, but I don't care anymore. I don't like you."
Jack spotted a man sneaking along towards their little group. The pirate reached for his pistol. Angel didn't need someone interfering while she was with the Mary Sue.
"And it won't matter if you kill me anyway," Jessawen was saying. "The Sue's given me plenty of backup should I not for some unforseen miracle not complete my mission. The troops will arrive tomorrow."
Angel rolled her eyes. "You know, you're not very good bad guy." Jessawen looked offended. "Haven't you seen enough James Bond movies to know that when the bad guy reveals his evil plot to take over the world, he always loses?"
Jack saw the red-haired man appear in the window of a second storey building and draw a large gun, like a musket or rifle, from a duffel bag. And then aim it right Angel and Jessawen, who was still talking.
"Anyways, you can't shoot me! Remember what happened last time? And that was before the upgrades."
"Right, last time I didn't have backup."
Jessawen's eyes bugged and she bolted down the street. She never got far. The man in the window pulled the trigger of his big rifle, but there was no sound of a shot, just a little 'whoosh' and the blood suddenly spread across Jessawen's back in a large blossom. Then Angel proceeded to unload half a clip into the Mary-Sue-come-stalker. Jessawen hit the ground face first in her own life-fluids.
Angel stuffed her guns back into their holsters on either thigh, turning her face up to glance into the window. "Nice shot!" she called to the man inside. He waved and disappeared from view, obviously heading outside.
Jack was confused. These hunters had guns that didn't make a sound, didn't need reloading for when seemed like forever, wore the strangest clothes, talked into little metallic boxes like they were having a conversation with someone and killed for a living, Jack should love Angel and her shooting friend, but he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit afraid of them.
"Jack, Will, this is one of my Junior Hunters Arrow," announced Angel, introducing the red-haired young man from the window. "Arrow, this is major victim William Turner, blacksmith and sort-of-pirate, and secondary victim Jack Sparrow-"
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, love." Force of habit. Angel cocked her brow at him and Jack quickly shut his mouth.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, pirate of the Black Pearl," Angel finished. Arrow shook both mens hands and looked at Will strangely. Will covered his bruised nose and split lip a little self consciously. Arrow burst into fits of laughter.
"Angel's been storming through doors again?"
Will just went redder.
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Well, I'm so so so sorry it took this long for me to update. To all those of you who've stuck with me and Nimloth, thanks so much, I hope this'll keep you entertained until I get the next chappie up. Till then, party hard.
Andúnië