Disclaimer: I forgot this last time, but I don't own anything, I just have
fun playing around.hehehehe. So don't give me credit for the characters
from Pirates cause they're not mine. But Elizabeth Cartwright, Bradford,
The General and Miss Mackin are so by all means praise me for them!
Author's Note: A big thanks to all those who've responded. You've inspired
me to continue so keep doing it!
It was a dark and stormy night, literally. The sky was black and streaked sporadically with ever approaching lightning, and rain pelted those foolish enough to forget an umbrella. Elizabeth was tense to say the least, and as she waited outside of the theatre for Bradford, her 'date' for the evening, she couldn't help but pick at her slightly less then manicured nails. He finally pulled around the corner and got out of his sleek BMW Z4 convertible.
"Agents have all the fun," Elizabeth mumbled as he got out of the car brandishing a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. He looked as smooth and sleek as his car and Elizabeth couldn't quite help feeling a bit pampered as he presented his gifts to her. Her hopes however were dashed as soon as he spoke to her.
"I wouldn't eat the candy if I were you, the pineapple is laced with cyanide, the chocolate fudge is a remote to trigger the fire alarms, the macadamia nut is a wireless down loader for Churchill's software and the cherry ones are plastic explosives," he said with a smile.
"Cherry bombs, that's good, you think of that one yourself?" Elizabeth half sneered back.
"Oh and the flowers expel a thirty minute knock out gas. You wouldn't believe the complete lack of lives you find in R&D," he said with a smile. "Shall we?" He said as he extended his arm to her.
"Let's get this over with," Elizabeth said as she took his arm and walked into the theatre.
Inside the theatre it was maddening. Fans of the movie were lined up like a coiled serpent waiting for the right moment to spring on its prey talking and comparing their favourite scenes. Everywhere you looked people were dressed as pirates, governors, damsels and even the occasional blacksmith. All were waiting patiently to see their favourite stars on the big screen. Bradford looked around sceptically, clearly disgusted with all that he saw.
"Man, these people have no lives, I mean really, I know a girl in audio that says her twenty year old sister has already paid to see this movie four times, I mean really that's ridiculous," He sneered as he past a tiny pirate waving a sword frantically in his direction.
"Aw that's not so bad, I mean she could have gone with family or friends," Elizabeth said sheepishly.
"You can't be serious, I mean with movie ticket prices that's like forty bucks spent on a movie!" He replied a little louder than he had before.
"Aw come on, not if you go on cheap nights, I mean it's really not that bad," Elizabeth said a bit more sheepishly than she had before.
"Hey, wait a second, how many times have you been to this movie?" Brad said quite a bit louder than he had before.
"Oh you know not that many, just you know about thirteen times," Elizabeth said quickly.
"How many?" Bradford called.
"Thirteen," Elizabeth said a bit louder.
"HOW MANY?" Bradford gasped.
"THIRTEEN!" Elizabeth confessed.
"What!" Bradford yelled.
"Shhhhhh! Cried Elizabeth, "we're supposed to be inconspicuous!"
"Oh right," Bradford replied, finally calming down. "Man, are you obsessive or what! I mean I thought I was bad when I went and saw Tomb Raider three times in order to catch a glimpse of Laura Croft's." Elizabeth cut him off with an icy glare and a nod toward the ticket taker before he could say anything else embarrassing. "But hey, what are we standing around here for the movies starting."
***** It was noisy inside the theatre, and the only thing getting louder than the thunder outside, was the screams of the cheering audience. Elizabeth and Bradford were perched on a balcony on the second floor of the theatre, staring intently at a spot nowhere near the movie screen. For below them, watching the screen intently was none other than Augustine Churchill. On his lap he held what looked like a laptop with a camera on it, but the screen was devoid of any desktop and there was a strange cord coming out of a hole in the top and connecting to an adapter that was plugged into an outlet on the wall.
"When's this guy going to spring his trap?" Bradford sneered as he fought the temptation to spit on one of the bald henchman's heads.
"Just be patient and watch the movie," Elizabeth implored.
It was coming up to one of her favourite parts, the moment when, after the battle has ended, Will Turner and his one true love Elizabeth Swann, share an angsty moment in the cave. Elizabeth loved the tension between them as they, just about kiss, are interrupted by the hilariously well timed Captain Jack Sparrow. And then, when they realize that she's engaged and Will reminds her about her fiancée, it tore at Elizabeth (Cartwright that is) in oh such a good way. But there was no time for that, because just as her favourite part came up she looked down to see Churchill booting up his screen.
"Bradford look!" Elizabeth whispered pointing to Churchill. "He's getting ready to set off his machine!"
"This is it," Bradford said as he noticed it too. "On the count of three, one.two.BOOM!"
The theatre shook from the sound of the close thunder and went black. Both Bradford and Elizabeth, shaken by the sound fell of the balcony (equipment and all), landing right on top of Churchill's henchmen, knocking both unconscious. Elizabeth looked at the computer screen, shining dully in the darkness that had apparently been unaffected by the power outage. However the camera which had been lit before, was now dark and lifeless. Augustine was oblivious to the mishap and started swearing under his breath, as Bradford and Elizabeth composed themselves in the dark.
"Great now the timing of the device is off, there's no telling what we will pick up now," but any further contemplations were halted as the power, and movie burst back to life, the power restored. Bradford was first to realize the gravity of the situation.
"Lizard Breath! The Chocolate Fudge!" Quickly Elizabeth whipped out her chocolates and bit down on what she hoped was the chocolate fudge. Immediately, the theatre buzzed to life and the fire alarms rang loud. The movie screen paused and people screaming and yelling rushed for the exits while Augustine looked around incredulously.
"You! I should have trusted that the CIA wouldn't have held back! Hans, Franz, the guns quickly!" Augustine whipped around trying to locate the two henchmen he had called and scowled when he realized that both were knocked out on the floor.
"Fine than I'll have to do it myself," he said as he pulled a fierce looking gun out his pocket.
"Elizabeth run!" Bradford called as simultaneously a lot of strange things happened.
Firstly Bradford tackled Augustine, knocking the gun out of his hands and sending them both sprawling into the adjacent row. Secondly, the timer on the computer ran to zero and the camera started to pick up the image on screen. And thirdly the largest storm in the history of this particular tri- county area let a giant bolt of lightening land right on the power transformer of the theatre. Power surged through the theatre coursing through the camera and computer shorting out its power. The lights flashed and the theatre was once more plunged into darkness.
Elizabeth grabbed the flashlight from her pocket and shone it around the theatre. She looked for Bradford and Augustine and saw them bolting out of one of the doors in the theatre, Bradford chasing Augustine. Elizabeth however transferred her attention to the computer and walked toward it only to see a civilian dressed as Will Turner who was confronting a now reawakened henchman. The civilian's back was turned to her and she could see the henchman glaring at him, brandishing a gun and a torch glairing in his face.
"Where is Elizabeth?" the civilian cried at the henchman unaware of his gun.
Suddenly Elizabeth realized that the civilian wasn't a civilian but another agent! Probably backup sent to make sure the operation went well. But why was he wearing that ridiculous costume and how had he known her first name. Her time to contemplate was cut short however when the Henchman, noticing her, grabbed the other agent around and pressed the gun into his back.
"Drop the torch!" The angered henchman called.
Elizabeth did so before she could see the face of her captured friend. She thought frantically as to what she could do and tensed as she heard the other henchman regaining consciousness behind her. Frantically she searched her pockets and cried a silent shout of triumph as her hands rested on the flowers. She gripped them but froze as the henchman levelled his light on her.
"Toss me the gun or your friend here gets it," of course! The henchman thought that Elizabeth's flowers was a gun! Elizabeth quickly weighed the points in the situation and decided that one temporarily unconscious agent was better than two dead ones.
"Whatever you say," she said as she began retracting the flowers from her coat. "But just let me say one thing."
The henchman laughed at her and glared condescendingly. "Oh yeah, what."
"Sweet Dreams!" As quickly as she could Elizabeth pressed the release on the flowers and threw them at henchman. A purplish gas spilled from them and faster than a hyperactive kid runs for an ice cream truck, the henchman, torch and agent dropped, sleeping like babies. Elizabeth plugged her nose and held her breath as she picked up the flowers and, pausing only to knockout the other henchman again, walked to an emergency exit and threw the toxic plant outside into the still pouring rain.
Assessing the situation as under control once more she walked back to the sleeping agent, fallen torch and overloaded computer thing. Seeing as she only had two hands and had already traversed most of the theatre in the dark, Elizabeth ditched the torch, stuffed the computer in her case, slung it over her shoulder and grabbed the sleeping agent dragging him towards the emergency exit closest to her waiting car. She had almost arrived when the power came back on and the theatre was flooded with light, and almost immediately managers and workers of the theatre came flooding in. At this point Elizabeth realized that, at that point in time, dragging an unconscious person out of a theatre which had recently been attacked and that had just had a whole lot of screaming people running out of it, she wouldn't look so good. As quickly as she could she dragged the sleeping man out into the storm and towards her beat up old Chevy.
"Agents have all the fun," she said sarcastically as she opened her door and shoved the still unconscious man into the back seat.
She was about to see if she recognized the agent when an employee noticed the open emergency exit and came to investigate.
"Hey You! Stay where you are!" the adrenaline filled film jockey cried as he ran out into the storm.
"Oh man could you guys just give me a minute!" Elizabeth cried as she once again rushed to shut the door, and scramble into the front seat. Just as the attendant reached her car she tore off into the night leaving only a soaked cinema employee and a trail of poorly muffled exhaust gas in her wake.
***** Elizabeth was stumped; she didn't know what to do. She didn't want to take the agent back to headquarters because she didn't even know if he was for sure an agent, (although something in his voice was familiar) and she didn't want to take him back to her place because somehow she figured that it was inappropriate. And so she had decided, as soon as she was sure she wasn't followed, to park and let the attendant explain himself. And so it was that at 11:30 at night Elizabeth was sitting in the front seat of her car, watching the rain on the windshield hoping that this sleeping guy would hurry and wake up! Suddenly her wish was granted and she almost peed herself as she realized the man in the back was stirring. Grabbing her flashlight from the glove compartment, which could double as a club, she whirled on the mysterious man.
"Who are you and what do you want," she froze at what she saw.
"My name is Will Turner," said Will as he sat up in the back seat. "And I was about to ask the same of you."
Elizabeth fainted dead away.
It was a dark and stormy night, literally. The sky was black and streaked sporadically with ever approaching lightning, and rain pelted those foolish enough to forget an umbrella. Elizabeth was tense to say the least, and as she waited outside of the theatre for Bradford, her 'date' for the evening, she couldn't help but pick at her slightly less then manicured nails. He finally pulled around the corner and got out of his sleek BMW Z4 convertible.
"Agents have all the fun," Elizabeth mumbled as he got out of the car brandishing a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. He looked as smooth and sleek as his car and Elizabeth couldn't quite help feeling a bit pampered as he presented his gifts to her. Her hopes however were dashed as soon as he spoke to her.
"I wouldn't eat the candy if I were you, the pineapple is laced with cyanide, the chocolate fudge is a remote to trigger the fire alarms, the macadamia nut is a wireless down loader for Churchill's software and the cherry ones are plastic explosives," he said with a smile.
"Cherry bombs, that's good, you think of that one yourself?" Elizabeth half sneered back.
"Oh and the flowers expel a thirty minute knock out gas. You wouldn't believe the complete lack of lives you find in R&D," he said with a smile. "Shall we?" He said as he extended his arm to her.
"Let's get this over with," Elizabeth said as she took his arm and walked into the theatre.
Inside the theatre it was maddening. Fans of the movie were lined up like a coiled serpent waiting for the right moment to spring on its prey talking and comparing their favourite scenes. Everywhere you looked people were dressed as pirates, governors, damsels and even the occasional blacksmith. All were waiting patiently to see their favourite stars on the big screen. Bradford looked around sceptically, clearly disgusted with all that he saw.
"Man, these people have no lives, I mean really, I know a girl in audio that says her twenty year old sister has already paid to see this movie four times, I mean really that's ridiculous," He sneered as he past a tiny pirate waving a sword frantically in his direction.
"Aw that's not so bad, I mean she could have gone with family or friends," Elizabeth said sheepishly.
"You can't be serious, I mean with movie ticket prices that's like forty bucks spent on a movie!" He replied a little louder than he had before.
"Aw come on, not if you go on cheap nights, I mean it's really not that bad," Elizabeth said a bit more sheepishly than she had before.
"Hey, wait a second, how many times have you been to this movie?" Brad said quite a bit louder than he had before.
"Oh you know not that many, just you know about thirteen times," Elizabeth said quickly.
"How many?" Bradford called.
"Thirteen," Elizabeth said a bit louder.
"HOW MANY?" Bradford gasped.
"THIRTEEN!" Elizabeth confessed.
"What!" Bradford yelled.
"Shhhhhh! Cried Elizabeth, "we're supposed to be inconspicuous!"
"Oh right," Bradford replied, finally calming down. "Man, are you obsessive or what! I mean I thought I was bad when I went and saw Tomb Raider three times in order to catch a glimpse of Laura Croft's." Elizabeth cut him off with an icy glare and a nod toward the ticket taker before he could say anything else embarrassing. "But hey, what are we standing around here for the movies starting."
***** It was noisy inside the theatre, and the only thing getting louder than the thunder outside, was the screams of the cheering audience. Elizabeth and Bradford were perched on a balcony on the second floor of the theatre, staring intently at a spot nowhere near the movie screen. For below them, watching the screen intently was none other than Augustine Churchill. On his lap he held what looked like a laptop with a camera on it, but the screen was devoid of any desktop and there was a strange cord coming out of a hole in the top and connecting to an adapter that was plugged into an outlet on the wall.
"When's this guy going to spring his trap?" Bradford sneered as he fought the temptation to spit on one of the bald henchman's heads.
"Just be patient and watch the movie," Elizabeth implored.
It was coming up to one of her favourite parts, the moment when, after the battle has ended, Will Turner and his one true love Elizabeth Swann, share an angsty moment in the cave. Elizabeth loved the tension between them as they, just about kiss, are interrupted by the hilariously well timed Captain Jack Sparrow. And then, when they realize that she's engaged and Will reminds her about her fiancée, it tore at Elizabeth (Cartwright that is) in oh such a good way. But there was no time for that, because just as her favourite part came up she looked down to see Churchill booting up his screen.
"Bradford look!" Elizabeth whispered pointing to Churchill. "He's getting ready to set off his machine!"
"This is it," Bradford said as he noticed it too. "On the count of three, one.two.BOOM!"
The theatre shook from the sound of the close thunder and went black. Both Bradford and Elizabeth, shaken by the sound fell of the balcony (equipment and all), landing right on top of Churchill's henchmen, knocking both unconscious. Elizabeth looked at the computer screen, shining dully in the darkness that had apparently been unaffected by the power outage. However the camera which had been lit before, was now dark and lifeless. Augustine was oblivious to the mishap and started swearing under his breath, as Bradford and Elizabeth composed themselves in the dark.
"Great now the timing of the device is off, there's no telling what we will pick up now," but any further contemplations were halted as the power, and movie burst back to life, the power restored. Bradford was first to realize the gravity of the situation.
"Lizard Breath! The Chocolate Fudge!" Quickly Elizabeth whipped out her chocolates and bit down on what she hoped was the chocolate fudge. Immediately, the theatre buzzed to life and the fire alarms rang loud. The movie screen paused and people screaming and yelling rushed for the exits while Augustine looked around incredulously.
"You! I should have trusted that the CIA wouldn't have held back! Hans, Franz, the guns quickly!" Augustine whipped around trying to locate the two henchmen he had called and scowled when he realized that both were knocked out on the floor.
"Fine than I'll have to do it myself," he said as he pulled a fierce looking gun out his pocket.
"Elizabeth run!" Bradford called as simultaneously a lot of strange things happened.
Firstly Bradford tackled Augustine, knocking the gun out of his hands and sending them both sprawling into the adjacent row. Secondly, the timer on the computer ran to zero and the camera started to pick up the image on screen. And thirdly the largest storm in the history of this particular tri- county area let a giant bolt of lightening land right on the power transformer of the theatre. Power surged through the theatre coursing through the camera and computer shorting out its power. The lights flashed and the theatre was once more plunged into darkness.
Elizabeth grabbed the flashlight from her pocket and shone it around the theatre. She looked for Bradford and Augustine and saw them bolting out of one of the doors in the theatre, Bradford chasing Augustine. Elizabeth however transferred her attention to the computer and walked toward it only to see a civilian dressed as Will Turner who was confronting a now reawakened henchman. The civilian's back was turned to her and she could see the henchman glaring at him, brandishing a gun and a torch glairing in his face.
"Where is Elizabeth?" the civilian cried at the henchman unaware of his gun.
Suddenly Elizabeth realized that the civilian wasn't a civilian but another agent! Probably backup sent to make sure the operation went well. But why was he wearing that ridiculous costume and how had he known her first name. Her time to contemplate was cut short however when the Henchman, noticing her, grabbed the other agent around and pressed the gun into his back.
"Drop the torch!" The angered henchman called.
Elizabeth did so before she could see the face of her captured friend. She thought frantically as to what she could do and tensed as she heard the other henchman regaining consciousness behind her. Frantically she searched her pockets and cried a silent shout of triumph as her hands rested on the flowers. She gripped them but froze as the henchman levelled his light on her.
"Toss me the gun or your friend here gets it," of course! The henchman thought that Elizabeth's flowers was a gun! Elizabeth quickly weighed the points in the situation and decided that one temporarily unconscious agent was better than two dead ones.
"Whatever you say," she said as she began retracting the flowers from her coat. "But just let me say one thing."
The henchman laughed at her and glared condescendingly. "Oh yeah, what."
"Sweet Dreams!" As quickly as she could Elizabeth pressed the release on the flowers and threw them at henchman. A purplish gas spilled from them and faster than a hyperactive kid runs for an ice cream truck, the henchman, torch and agent dropped, sleeping like babies. Elizabeth plugged her nose and held her breath as she picked up the flowers and, pausing only to knockout the other henchman again, walked to an emergency exit and threw the toxic plant outside into the still pouring rain.
Assessing the situation as under control once more she walked back to the sleeping agent, fallen torch and overloaded computer thing. Seeing as she only had two hands and had already traversed most of the theatre in the dark, Elizabeth ditched the torch, stuffed the computer in her case, slung it over her shoulder and grabbed the sleeping agent dragging him towards the emergency exit closest to her waiting car. She had almost arrived when the power came back on and the theatre was flooded with light, and almost immediately managers and workers of the theatre came flooding in. At this point Elizabeth realized that, at that point in time, dragging an unconscious person out of a theatre which had recently been attacked and that had just had a whole lot of screaming people running out of it, she wouldn't look so good. As quickly as she could she dragged the sleeping man out into the storm and towards her beat up old Chevy.
"Agents have all the fun," she said sarcastically as she opened her door and shoved the still unconscious man into the back seat.
She was about to see if she recognized the agent when an employee noticed the open emergency exit and came to investigate.
"Hey You! Stay where you are!" the adrenaline filled film jockey cried as he ran out into the storm.
"Oh man could you guys just give me a minute!" Elizabeth cried as she once again rushed to shut the door, and scramble into the front seat. Just as the attendant reached her car she tore off into the night leaving only a soaked cinema employee and a trail of poorly muffled exhaust gas in her wake.
***** Elizabeth was stumped; she didn't know what to do. She didn't want to take the agent back to headquarters because she didn't even know if he was for sure an agent, (although something in his voice was familiar) and she didn't want to take him back to her place because somehow she figured that it was inappropriate. And so she had decided, as soon as she was sure she wasn't followed, to park and let the attendant explain himself. And so it was that at 11:30 at night Elizabeth was sitting in the front seat of her car, watching the rain on the windshield hoping that this sleeping guy would hurry and wake up! Suddenly her wish was granted and she almost peed herself as she realized the man in the back was stirring. Grabbing her flashlight from the glove compartment, which could double as a club, she whirled on the mysterious man.
"Who are you and what do you want," she froze at what she saw.
"My name is Will Turner," said Will as he sat up in the back seat. "And I was about to ask the same of you."
Elizabeth fainted dead away.