Chapter 20. Who?
Percy's unwelcome smile shadowed over Jack and Eponine as they stood in front of him.
"So Jack we met at last." He spit through his Irish accent.
"Look's like it." Jack sneered at him, his pride draining as they spoke. Percy walked up and down the blood stained row of living crewmembers. He stopped and turned when he reached Eponine in the middle of the row. He breathed in and re-adjusted his belt. "Well, well this must be the whore my men were telling me about."
"Don't talk to her you snake," Jack said through gritted teeth.
He looked from Eponine to Jack and smiled. "Ahhh...I see now. Jack has fallen for a whore. A very pretty whore at that."
Eponine put her head down, "Oh no, don't be ashamed of what you really are." Eponine looked up with a tear running down her face. She smiled and wiped it away.
"Listen the next time you call me a whore, I slit your throat."
He smiled leaned in towards her and whispered in her ear. "Whore." In one swift motion she turned him around grabbed the knife on the floor and put it tight against his neck.
"Un-cock them! And drop them on the deck." Eponine yelled at his men who had pointed their guns at her.
Percy struggling from not letting the knife dig into his skin. "Do it!" They did as they were told and backed away from them.
"I warned you that I would do this."
"You don't have the guts, you whore." She pushed it deeper into his skin and the tip started to slip in to his neck.
Elizabeth watch from the hiding spot in the trees that Eponine had found it was a clear view towards the ships, and a perfect spot to sit and wait. As Eponine held the knife to Percy's neck Elizabeth just shook her head in disappointment.
"Why couldn't she have taken his criticism." She spoke aloud to her baby. Behind her she heard a twig snap and she turned around quickly, no one was there, she turned back to watch Eponine again and right in front of her was one of Percy's crewmembers he was smiling his black decaide teeth. She screamed and jumped back as she did she ran into another man behind her, his sweat dripping off his forehead Elizabeth stepped back. "There you are! You and your bastard child."
"She's only a bastard because you bastards made her one."
"Did you call me a bastard lady?" the man behind her gruffed.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and looked forward at the man. "Well since you are here to take me, I would rather you didn't take me by force I'll go by my own free will."
And she started to walk. Not towards the ships but away. "No you don't." One of them said and grabbed her.
Elizabeth the baby and the men made their way up the side of the ship. Eponine, and Jack's eyes shot open. Eponine still with her knife pinching Percy's neck spoke. "What sick game is this Belle?"
"Your right it is a game a choosing game. Once you kill me who do you want to die? The man you love? Or the woman you has just had a child?"
"You sick Prat!" Eponine yelled in his ear and he tried to move his head but as he did the knife went one more layer into his skin.
"So now you have your choice," she pushed the knife deeper. "Who is it going to be?"
Percy's unwelcome smile shadowed over Jack and Eponine as they stood in front of him.
"So Jack we met at last." He spit through his Irish accent.
"Look's like it." Jack sneered at him, his pride draining as they spoke. Percy walked up and down the blood stained row of living crewmembers. He stopped and turned when he reached Eponine in the middle of the row. He breathed in and re-adjusted his belt. "Well, well this must be the whore my men were telling me about."
"Don't talk to her you snake," Jack said through gritted teeth.
He looked from Eponine to Jack and smiled. "Ahhh...I see now. Jack has fallen for a whore. A very pretty whore at that."
Eponine put her head down, "Oh no, don't be ashamed of what you really are." Eponine looked up with a tear running down her face. She smiled and wiped it away.
"Listen the next time you call me a whore, I slit your throat."
He smiled leaned in towards her and whispered in her ear. "Whore." In one swift motion she turned him around grabbed the knife on the floor and put it tight against his neck.
"Un-cock them! And drop them on the deck." Eponine yelled at his men who had pointed their guns at her.
Percy struggling from not letting the knife dig into his skin. "Do it!" They did as they were told and backed away from them.
"I warned you that I would do this."
"You don't have the guts, you whore." She pushed it deeper into his skin and the tip started to slip in to his neck.
Elizabeth watch from the hiding spot in the trees that Eponine had found it was a clear view towards the ships, and a perfect spot to sit and wait. As Eponine held the knife to Percy's neck Elizabeth just shook her head in disappointment.
"Why couldn't she have taken his criticism." She spoke aloud to her baby. Behind her she heard a twig snap and she turned around quickly, no one was there, she turned back to watch Eponine again and right in front of her was one of Percy's crewmembers he was smiling his black decaide teeth. She screamed and jumped back as she did she ran into another man behind her, his sweat dripping off his forehead Elizabeth stepped back. "There you are! You and your bastard child."
"She's only a bastard because you bastards made her one."
"Did you call me a bastard lady?" the man behind her gruffed.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and looked forward at the man. "Well since you are here to take me, I would rather you didn't take me by force I'll go by my own free will."
And she started to walk. Not towards the ships but away. "No you don't." One of them said and grabbed her.
Elizabeth the baby and the men made their way up the side of the ship. Eponine, and Jack's eyes shot open. Eponine still with her knife pinching Percy's neck spoke. "What sick game is this Belle?"
"Your right it is a game a choosing game. Once you kill me who do you want to die? The man you love? Or the woman you has just had a child?"
"You sick Prat!" Eponine yelled in his ear and he tried to move his head but as he did the knife went one more layer into his skin.
"So now you have your choice," she pushed the knife deeper. "Who is it going to be?"