AUTHOR'S VERY IMPORTANT BLAB: Ok here it is FINALLY!!!!! Oh GOSH what a
pain in the neck this chapter has been! But now it's over and I can get on
with the story, thank you all for being so patient, I'll update as soon as
I can! The dramatic conclusion is about to take place!
Will opened his eyes slowly, finally awakening after what felt like days of struggle. His head was swimming with the last events of his consciousness. The cold, dark tunnel and being lead by Elizabeth until Bradford had shown up and used some sort of bitter chemical to subdue him. Will's head pounded and his heart raged at the thought of Bradford and his betrayal. If Will ever escaped the prison he was in, he would be sure that his sword found the flesh of Bradford's neck just as soon as Will found Bradford.
Taking up that thought Will scanned the prison he found himself in. It was a strange and sterile feeling room, white and impossibly clean walls were on all four sides, but the room was divided by a steel cage which separated Will from the door and escape. That was only one of the obstacles though, for Will was also strapped down to a cold steel table. They had removed his shirt but left him his pants (and dignity) with his sword still attached at the hilt. No doubt this was to add to his humiliation, for salvation with his blade lay so close and yet he was powerless to claim it. He struggled furiously at his steel bonds yet only succeeded in wiggling his fingers a few inches. He noticed that there were also many white circles crudely attached to his skin. He look to shelves lined with computers, like the ones Elizabeth worked with, and noticed that they recorded different numbers and lines, which, Will realized, were his heartbeat and breathing patterns.
Then Will's melancholy deepened as his mind began questioning the fate that had befallen Elizabeth. Where was she? Was she safe? Was she close by? He struggled once more against the bondage that held him, and then in futility he sunk back down to the cold steel in order to wait out whatever fate had in store for him.
As it turns out he didn't have to wait very long, a few minutes later the door on the opposite side of the cage opened to reveal a middle aged and cold looking individual staring at Will with an almost hungry lust in her eyes. It confused him, he'd grown up with the understanding of women to be fair and gentle creatures, in need of protection, incapable of foul measures. The look of the woman made Will squirm uncomfortably in an effort to try and put as much distance from himself and her as possible. Her cold face drawn back in a sinful smile that was really more of a smirk and sent shivers down Will's spine in a disquieting and nerve racking way. But he shrugged the feeling off, credited it to his current state of bondage and placed the thought far from his mind. He would not let the face of the woman, nor the licentious air emanating from her, put off his gentlemanly nature, and so, believing that she was friend not foe, Will smiled and addressed her pleadingly.
"Hello there Miss, I hate to distress you but I am in an urgent need of help, could you please assist me?" Will smiled in a pathetic, but well meaning attempt to plead his case to the woman in hopes that he could soften her to his resolve.
To Will it seemed as though it had worked too, as the woman's face softened and the air around seemed to disappear she looked at Will with wide, and innocent albeit shocked and concerned eyes. Will, pleased that his past viewpoint was correct, and that the woman was of no harm, continued to look at her pleadingly.
"Are you really?" she asked urgently. Her voice was smooth and soft, and surprisingly controlled given the seriousness of the situation. "But they told me that you needed medical help, I thought you were here willingly!" she said puzzled, any trace of previous lust gone from her countenance.
Will was relieved to find that she was as distraught as he was, "No Miss, I assure you that I am being held here against my wishes and that they have taken someone dear to me as well, can you help me?" Will's soulful and earnest eyes pleaded with the woman, it was a look that could have melted the Antarctic.
"Of course," the woman said as she unlocked the cage with a set of keys. "Why are they holding you here?" she said as she came to stand alongside him.
Will noticed momentarily the lustful look return to her eyes, but it left shortly after so Will thought nothing more of it, his gentlemanly trust winning the argument. "It is part of a plot," Will said once again trying to force apart the bonds that held him. "Your Government created a device, a horrid device designed for what purpose I am not sure but they plan to use me and characters like me for their own selfish purposes. Their device was stolen and I was brought here in the crossfire, now I don't know what will befall me or what will happen to the woman I was with. Please can you help me escape?" Will was too busy trying to bust open his bonds to see that she made no move.
"What do you mean a character?" the woman asked looking at Will with penetrating eyes.
"I know this may seem hard to believe, but my name is Will Turner and I came from the movie The Pirates of the Caribbean, I'm not from this world." Will stopped his struggle to notice that the woman hadn't moved. "What are you standing there for, please help me escape!"
It was though his voice had snapped her back into reality as the woman suddenly moved to Will's right wrist, his hope was that she would be able to pry loose the barrier there, but was perplexed when she grabbed his wrist forcibly and twisted it to face her.
The change on her face frightened her even more than her sudden stroking of his arm. The lustful look returned and was increased ten-fold as she traced the surface of the bare skin.
"It worked," she said in a barely audible whisper. "You're actually Will Turner."
"Of course I'm Will Turner, who else would I be!?" Will asked.
Will would have smacked himself in the head if he had been allowed to, for trusting this foul minx for even a moment. Her fortunate timing should have tipped him off in the beginning and he should have realised that in this time, people were seldom as they seemed. Helpless and bound on the table Will could do nothing except watch fearfully the crazed gaze of the woman as she seemed to feast upon Will's captured image.
She kept eyeing him as her fingers traced his wrist and than up his bare arm. To Will her touch was more vile than anything he had experienced, if simply because of the intentions behind it. It made him want to squirm and retch, but he would not give the woman the satisfaction of seeing him beaten. Despite his oppression Will tensed his muscles and turned his head away, refusing to pay any mind to the slow torture of the woman's sinful touch. Will knew that this woman had no virtuous thoughts in her mind as she traced her fingers along neck finally reaching his face.
"I had worked so hard only to have it taken away... I thought it was all lost, but here you are." She cooed to herself as she cupped her hand around his cheek in an attempt to draw his face toward her, Will would have none of it and squirmed his head away from her clutch.
She became instantly fierce as Will caught a glimpse of the insanity beneath the usually calmed exterior. She grabbed his face and wrenched it toward her digging her nails into Will's cheek drawing blood slightly. Will winced but wouldn't react otherwise. "You shouldn't shy away from me boy, I made you and I can take you right back," the foul woman said coldly.
Will didn't know what was worse, the cruel insanity or the façade of love and softness pasted over her face next. "I wouldn't want to send you away just yet, I mean you barely got here and we've had no time to get properly acquainted," Will was enormously disturbed by what the woman's idea of 'acquaintance' would entail. But her arrogance did stir in Will a sudden curiosity and a pending question.
"You brought me here? You made the machine? Why?" he yelled at her, before cringing at her change of expression.
She made a sort of high-pitched squeal, inherently pleased that Will was interested in questioning her. "Well! He is a smart one now isn't he? Yes I did Lovely, I did bring about your being here, or rather my machine did," She said as she raked her hand through Will's mussed curls, Will winced as she suddenly grabbed a handful and pulled sharply. "Which leads me to another question, where is it?" she asked steely.
Will was relieved that he could finally use something against her. "There's nothing you could do to me that would make me reveal that location," he said with a determination that matched the cruelty of the strange woman.
"Oh gosh," she said as if she had let a terrible misunderstanding occur. "I'd never do anything to harm you." She finished as she cast her eyes upon him in a soft and almost friendly manner. Will was almost relieved until he saw the expression on her face change back to the look of cruelty and hatred.
"It's what I'm going to do to her that you should be worried about," the foul woman said with a malicious grin.
Suddenly, at her statement, Will threw himself against his restraints with renewed vigour, it seemed as though every fibre of him was screaming out in rage against the foul suggestions laced in the face of the seedy woman. Will thought he had been angry before, thought that Bradford's betrayal had stirred some darker feelings in him, but that was shallow compared to the intense loathing and rage he felt toward this woman, and the malevolent look in her eyes as she mentioned Elizabeth.
"Where is she? What have you done to her? Tell me or I will show little pity when I catch you!" Came Will's furious demands in vain as he strained futilely against the steel that held him, causing him nothing but strain and a few fresh bruises.
But Will's fury went little noticed by the woman who merely stood back and smiled that same lustful and malicious smile. "Such passion," she said wistfully. "Such fire, it's really very appealing."
Will quieted instantly; he wanted nothing satisfying to show to the woman. "You loathsome creature," he spat at her. "The title of woman is too fair for you, I think that I shall call you it or thing instead. You lay one hand on Elizabeth and I'll..." But the it interrupted her lust turning briefly into frustration.
"You'll what? Thrash around like a lunatic a bit more? How long do you think you can keep that up, until you break a rib or two? The walls are soundproof, the steel is unbreakable there is a large guard with a big gun that will shoot both you and her before you even set foot in the room she's in. Face it Will Turner, you have been beat." The woman strode closer to Will once more, the lustful look returning to her face. Her demeanour quieting as she came nearer to him and becoming more clear and determined.
"You're helpless as a kitten," She continued as she stood in front of him again. "In fact I'm willing to wager you can't even stop me from doing exactly what I want to you," Will's rage was suddenly turned to fear and disgust as the woman stood over him with a look of thirst and passion in her eyes. Will was quite sure he could guess exactly what the woman wanted and his stomach churned at the thought of it.
His eyes grew wide as she bent he head down and he squirmed in an attempt to miss her. But she wouldn't have it and grabbed his head holding it in position. He was trapped and doomed to this terrible fate and he felt his stomach wrench as the woman kissed him solidly. He was shamed and helpless and refused to move a muscle. She lifted his head and then Will realised that while he couldn't move his head from side to side, he could move it up and down.
And with that Will drew his head back, and watch sickingly as the woman pulled away with a dreamy look on her face.
"Now wasn't that better than thrashing around?" she said as she leaned in for another disturbing kiss.
"No, but this is," Will said as he brought his forehead swiftly into the woman's nose with a crack, in an impromptu head butt.
The woman reeled back, cradling a most certainly broken nose, which was already starting to bleed, letting out a string of curses too horrid to repeat in Will's mind, and he had sailed among pirates! Her rage was easy to see but Will spoke before she could retaliate against him, and she, still crippled by the pian and unable to do anything but swear horribly, could only listen.
"You Miss, though you do not deserve the title, are the most foul creature I have ever encountered," he began, puffing out his chest indignantly. "I have battled the undead and rode savage and brutal seas, but I have never faced a more disgusting or disquieting foe than you. You who should be kind, gentle and helpful by nature to be turned, morphed into such a vile specimen, as one who pleasures in taking the virtue of others, is nauseating. Do not touch me again sickening thing, or the heavens themselves will open at the travesty that is your touch." Will spat ferociously at the woman, who was ever the more enraged.
Righting herself finally, she ran to a drawer and pulled out a dirty looking bandage. She ran to Will and forced herself upon him once again, this time gagging his mouth so that he was paralysed both vocally and physically. Once her task was completed she stood back and looked at the furious, but helpless Will a smug, triumphant smile on her face.
"You signed her death certificate boy," The woman said as she smiled at Will's shocked and horrified expression. "And instead of the quick painless death I had in mind, I may just take a little time to enjoy it instead." And before Will could shoot a look of worry and loathing at her she turned and left the room, slamming and locking the cage behind her and leaving Will to mourn over the pain his foolish mouth was causing Elizabeth.
Elizabeth meanwhile, fresh from knocking Bradford out (for his own good of course) was racing frantically through the halls of the facility, racking her brain for the directions Bradford had given her.
"Three flights down and then second on the left?... maybe it was two flights up and third on the right. Did he even mention a door on the right?" She asked herself as she flung open the door of the stairwell, and smacked right into Miss Mackin.
"Oh! Miss Mackin! I'm so sorry!" Elizabeth called as she bent down to help her supervisor. She noticed a shocked and almost annoyed expression on her face, but dismissed it attributing it to the shock of a door being slammed into her as Miss Mackin suddenly became very excited.
"Elizabeth! I was just coming to get you! I have horrible news, the General has gone mad! He's conducting some sort of experiment down in his office, and a young man is being held prisoner!" Elizabeth was immediately attentive, and grateful that Miss Mackin was on her side and knew of the betrayal in the agency.
"I know Miss Mackin, they've had me locked up for days because I was harbouring the same man, his name is Will Turner and we have to get him home," Elizabeth was much relieved now that she knew she had a friend along to help, a friend who was as distressed about this whole mess as she was. "Do you know where they're keeping him?" Elizabeth asked frantically.
"Yes I do, follow me," replied Miss Mackin heading back down the stairs. "The General has been acting strangely all week, and now I know why. When I confronted him about it before he attacked me!"
Elizabeth noticed something about Miss Mackin that she hadn't before. "Your nose!" she exclaimed in horror. Miss Mackin looked startled and than looked back at her with seemingly earnest eyes. Her nose was purple around the edges and looked disfigured somewhat, as if it had recently been broken.
"Yes, like I said the General betrayed us and took it out on me, now we haven't time to lose Elizabeth, let's go get Will," Miss Mackin said as she tore on down the stairwell.
And Elizabeth, blind and ignorant, followed her swiftly not knowing of the doom and pain that lay ahead.
Will opened his eyes slowly, finally awakening after what felt like days of struggle. His head was swimming with the last events of his consciousness. The cold, dark tunnel and being lead by Elizabeth until Bradford had shown up and used some sort of bitter chemical to subdue him. Will's head pounded and his heart raged at the thought of Bradford and his betrayal. If Will ever escaped the prison he was in, he would be sure that his sword found the flesh of Bradford's neck just as soon as Will found Bradford.
Taking up that thought Will scanned the prison he found himself in. It was a strange and sterile feeling room, white and impossibly clean walls were on all four sides, but the room was divided by a steel cage which separated Will from the door and escape. That was only one of the obstacles though, for Will was also strapped down to a cold steel table. They had removed his shirt but left him his pants (and dignity) with his sword still attached at the hilt. No doubt this was to add to his humiliation, for salvation with his blade lay so close and yet he was powerless to claim it. He struggled furiously at his steel bonds yet only succeeded in wiggling his fingers a few inches. He noticed that there were also many white circles crudely attached to his skin. He look to shelves lined with computers, like the ones Elizabeth worked with, and noticed that they recorded different numbers and lines, which, Will realized, were his heartbeat and breathing patterns.
Then Will's melancholy deepened as his mind began questioning the fate that had befallen Elizabeth. Where was she? Was she safe? Was she close by? He struggled once more against the bondage that held him, and then in futility he sunk back down to the cold steel in order to wait out whatever fate had in store for him.
As it turns out he didn't have to wait very long, a few minutes later the door on the opposite side of the cage opened to reveal a middle aged and cold looking individual staring at Will with an almost hungry lust in her eyes. It confused him, he'd grown up with the understanding of women to be fair and gentle creatures, in need of protection, incapable of foul measures. The look of the woman made Will squirm uncomfortably in an effort to try and put as much distance from himself and her as possible. Her cold face drawn back in a sinful smile that was really more of a smirk and sent shivers down Will's spine in a disquieting and nerve racking way. But he shrugged the feeling off, credited it to his current state of bondage and placed the thought far from his mind. He would not let the face of the woman, nor the licentious air emanating from her, put off his gentlemanly nature, and so, believing that she was friend not foe, Will smiled and addressed her pleadingly.
"Hello there Miss, I hate to distress you but I am in an urgent need of help, could you please assist me?" Will smiled in a pathetic, but well meaning attempt to plead his case to the woman in hopes that he could soften her to his resolve.
To Will it seemed as though it had worked too, as the woman's face softened and the air around seemed to disappear she looked at Will with wide, and innocent albeit shocked and concerned eyes. Will, pleased that his past viewpoint was correct, and that the woman was of no harm, continued to look at her pleadingly.
"Are you really?" she asked urgently. Her voice was smooth and soft, and surprisingly controlled given the seriousness of the situation. "But they told me that you needed medical help, I thought you were here willingly!" she said puzzled, any trace of previous lust gone from her countenance.
Will was relieved to find that she was as distraught as he was, "No Miss, I assure you that I am being held here against my wishes and that they have taken someone dear to me as well, can you help me?" Will's soulful and earnest eyes pleaded with the woman, it was a look that could have melted the Antarctic.
"Of course," the woman said as she unlocked the cage with a set of keys. "Why are they holding you here?" she said as she came to stand alongside him.
Will noticed momentarily the lustful look return to her eyes, but it left shortly after so Will thought nothing more of it, his gentlemanly trust winning the argument. "It is part of a plot," Will said once again trying to force apart the bonds that held him. "Your Government created a device, a horrid device designed for what purpose I am not sure but they plan to use me and characters like me for their own selfish purposes. Their device was stolen and I was brought here in the crossfire, now I don't know what will befall me or what will happen to the woman I was with. Please can you help me escape?" Will was too busy trying to bust open his bonds to see that she made no move.
"What do you mean a character?" the woman asked looking at Will with penetrating eyes.
"I know this may seem hard to believe, but my name is Will Turner and I came from the movie The Pirates of the Caribbean, I'm not from this world." Will stopped his struggle to notice that the woman hadn't moved. "What are you standing there for, please help me escape!"
It was though his voice had snapped her back into reality as the woman suddenly moved to Will's right wrist, his hope was that she would be able to pry loose the barrier there, but was perplexed when she grabbed his wrist forcibly and twisted it to face her.
The change on her face frightened her even more than her sudden stroking of his arm. The lustful look returned and was increased ten-fold as she traced the surface of the bare skin.
"It worked," she said in a barely audible whisper. "You're actually Will Turner."
"Of course I'm Will Turner, who else would I be!?" Will asked.
Will would have smacked himself in the head if he had been allowed to, for trusting this foul minx for even a moment. Her fortunate timing should have tipped him off in the beginning and he should have realised that in this time, people were seldom as they seemed. Helpless and bound on the table Will could do nothing except watch fearfully the crazed gaze of the woman as she seemed to feast upon Will's captured image.
She kept eyeing him as her fingers traced his wrist and than up his bare arm. To Will her touch was more vile than anything he had experienced, if simply because of the intentions behind it. It made him want to squirm and retch, but he would not give the woman the satisfaction of seeing him beaten. Despite his oppression Will tensed his muscles and turned his head away, refusing to pay any mind to the slow torture of the woman's sinful touch. Will knew that this woman had no virtuous thoughts in her mind as she traced her fingers along neck finally reaching his face.
"I had worked so hard only to have it taken away... I thought it was all lost, but here you are." She cooed to herself as she cupped her hand around his cheek in an attempt to draw his face toward her, Will would have none of it and squirmed his head away from her clutch.
She became instantly fierce as Will caught a glimpse of the insanity beneath the usually calmed exterior. She grabbed his face and wrenched it toward her digging her nails into Will's cheek drawing blood slightly. Will winced but wouldn't react otherwise. "You shouldn't shy away from me boy, I made you and I can take you right back," the foul woman said coldly.
Will didn't know what was worse, the cruel insanity or the façade of love and softness pasted over her face next. "I wouldn't want to send you away just yet, I mean you barely got here and we've had no time to get properly acquainted," Will was enormously disturbed by what the woman's idea of 'acquaintance' would entail. But her arrogance did stir in Will a sudden curiosity and a pending question.
"You brought me here? You made the machine? Why?" he yelled at her, before cringing at her change of expression.
She made a sort of high-pitched squeal, inherently pleased that Will was interested in questioning her. "Well! He is a smart one now isn't he? Yes I did Lovely, I did bring about your being here, or rather my machine did," She said as she raked her hand through Will's mussed curls, Will winced as she suddenly grabbed a handful and pulled sharply. "Which leads me to another question, where is it?" she asked steely.
Will was relieved that he could finally use something against her. "There's nothing you could do to me that would make me reveal that location," he said with a determination that matched the cruelty of the strange woman.
"Oh gosh," she said as if she had let a terrible misunderstanding occur. "I'd never do anything to harm you." She finished as she cast her eyes upon him in a soft and almost friendly manner. Will was almost relieved until he saw the expression on her face change back to the look of cruelty and hatred.
"It's what I'm going to do to her that you should be worried about," the foul woman said with a malicious grin.
Suddenly, at her statement, Will threw himself against his restraints with renewed vigour, it seemed as though every fibre of him was screaming out in rage against the foul suggestions laced in the face of the seedy woman. Will thought he had been angry before, thought that Bradford's betrayal had stirred some darker feelings in him, but that was shallow compared to the intense loathing and rage he felt toward this woman, and the malevolent look in her eyes as she mentioned Elizabeth.
"Where is she? What have you done to her? Tell me or I will show little pity when I catch you!" Came Will's furious demands in vain as he strained futilely against the steel that held him, causing him nothing but strain and a few fresh bruises.
But Will's fury went little noticed by the woman who merely stood back and smiled that same lustful and malicious smile. "Such passion," she said wistfully. "Such fire, it's really very appealing."
Will quieted instantly; he wanted nothing satisfying to show to the woman. "You loathsome creature," he spat at her. "The title of woman is too fair for you, I think that I shall call you it or thing instead. You lay one hand on Elizabeth and I'll..." But the it interrupted her lust turning briefly into frustration.
"You'll what? Thrash around like a lunatic a bit more? How long do you think you can keep that up, until you break a rib or two? The walls are soundproof, the steel is unbreakable there is a large guard with a big gun that will shoot both you and her before you even set foot in the room she's in. Face it Will Turner, you have been beat." The woman strode closer to Will once more, the lustful look returning to her face. Her demeanour quieting as she came nearer to him and becoming more clear and determined.
"You're helpless as a kitten," She continued as she stood in front of him again. "In fact I'm willing to wager you can't even stop me from doing exactly what I want to you," Will's rage was suddenly turned to fear and disgust as the woman stood over him with a look of thirst and passion in her eyes. Will was quite sure he could guess exactly what the woman wanted and his stomach churned at the thought of it.
His eyes grew wide as she bent he head down and he squirmed in an attempt to miss her. But she wouldn't have it and grabbed his head holding it in position. He was trapped and doomed to this terrible fate and he felt his stomach wrench as the woman kissed him solidly. He was shamed and helpless and refused to move a muscle. She lifted his head and then Will realised that while he couldn't move his head from side to side, he could move it up and down.
And with that Will drew his head back, and watch sickingly as the woman pulled away with a dreamy look on her face.
"Now wasn't that better than thrashing around?" she said as she leaned in for another disturbing kiss.
"No, but this is," Will said as he brought his forehead swiftly into the woman's nose with a crack, in an impromptu head butt.
The woman reeled back, cradling a most certainly broken nose, which was already starting to bleed, letting out a string of curses too horrid to repeat in Will's mind, and he had sailed among pirates! Her rage was easy to see but Will spoke before she could retaliate against him, and she, still crippled by the pian and unable to do anything but swear horribly, could only listen.
"You Miss, though you do not deserve the title, are the most foul creature I have ever encountered," he began, puffing out his chest indignantly. "I have battled the undead and rode savage and brutal seas, but I have never faced a more disgusting or disquieting foe than you. You who should be kind, gentle and helpful by nature to be turned, morphed into such a vile specimen, as one who pleasures in taking the virtue of others, is nauseating. Do not touch me again sickening thing, or the heavens themselves will open at the travesty that is your touch." Will spat ferociously at the woman, who was ever the more enraged.
Righting herself finally, she ran to a drawer and pulled out a dirty looking bandage. She ran to Will and forced herself upon him once again, this time gagging his mouth so that he was paralysed both vocally and physically. Once her task was completed she stood back and looked at the furious, but helpless Will a smug, triumphant smile on her face.
"You signed her death certificate boy," The woman said as she smiled at Will's shocked and horrified expression. "And instead of the quick painless death I had in mind, I may just take a little time to enjoy it instead." And before Will could shoot a look of worry and loathing at her she turned and left the room, slamming and locking the cage behind her and leaving Will to mourn over the pain his foolish mouth was causing Elizabeth.
Elizabeth meanwhile, fresh from knocking Bradford out (for his own good of course) was racing frantically through the halls of the facility, racking her brain for the directions Bradford had given her.
"Three flights down and then second on the left?... maybe it was two flights up and third on the right. Did he even mention a door on the right?" She asked herself as she flung open the door of the stairwell, and smacked right into Miss Mackin.
"Oh! Miss Mackin! I'm so sorry!" Elizabeth called as she bent down to help her supervisor. She noticed a shocked and almost annoyed expression on her face, but dismissed it attributing it to the shock of a door being slammed into her as Miss Mackin suddenly became very excited.
"Elizabeth! I was just coming to get you! I have horrible news, the General has gone mad! He's conducting some sort of experiment down in his office, and a young man is being held prisoner!" Elizabeth was immediately attentive, and grateful that Miss Mackin was on her side and knew of the betrayal in the agency.
"I know Miss Mackin, they've had me locked up for days because I was harbouring the same man, his name is Will Turner and we have to get him home," Elizabeth was much relieved now that she knew she had a friend along to help, a friend who was as distressed about this whole mess as she was. "Do you know where they're keeping him?" Elizabeth asked frantically.
"Yes I do, follow me," replied Miss Mackin heading back down the stairs. "The General has been acting strangely all week, and now I know why. When I confronted him about it before he attacked me!"
Elizabeth noticed something about Miss Mackin that she hadn't before. "Your nose!" she exclaimed in horror. Miss Mackin looked startled and than looked back at her with seemingly earnest eyes. Her nose was purple around the edges and looked disfigured somewhat, as if it had recently been broken.
"Yes, like I said the General betrayed us and took it out on me, now we haven't time to lose Elizabeth, let's go get Will," Miss Mackin said as she tore on down the stairwell.
And Elizabeth, blind and ignorant, followed her swiftly not knowing of the doom and pain that lay ahead.