GOD DAMN IT!

Hey people, I'm back, and all that goodness. School's out and crap. I'm going to get graphically violent in this chapter, and it's likely to be a reoccurrence, so I upped the rating to R. Don't worry I'll warn ya when it happens. Now let's read. TFTD: Sheeps are fuzzy.

Celia had pushed herself back as far as she could go, moving the desk about a foot backward in the process. Screw stealth. All that mattered right now was getting away. She may have been screwed, but at least she knew she'd tried. After she found she could move no more, her heart leapt... and her left eye twitched, and we all know what that means. She sucked in air leaned forward and bit down as hard as she could muster, breaking the skin. She gagged, as blood seeped into her mouth. She felt kind of like a vampire, well if vampires hated blood, and were afraid of the dark, and of other vampires. She pulled back and spat out the icky copper-y liquid. Okay maybe not a vampire, but she definitely did feel gross.

"GOD DAMN IT!" Uh-oh, that voice sounded familiar. Oh hell. The hand had rapidly retreated after having been bitten. Celia groaned and crawled out from under the table to look up at Jack.

"Heh- err, sorry?" Celia said grinning nervously up at him. He looked down at her with murder in his eyes.

"You know, in my defense, you gave me no reason to think it was you. I mean you could have said something or warned me. How was I supposed to know it- was- you're- not listening." Celia's eyes went wide as he pulled out his gun.

"I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" She begged flinging herself at his feet. She heard the pistol cock. Oh God, oh JESUS! Tears welled in her eyes. NOOOO! She didn't even get a last dessert! Her miserable life filled with woe, and random terrors flashed before her eyes. Was that really her life? Was she really that pathetic? Damn. She'd always pretended that she wasn't that feeble, she tried to think of her life as a story, of coarse it had a lousy plot, but damn check out that character development!

The pistol fired as Celia shrieked out NOOO! There was no pain. Did that mean she was dying? She'd heard that it wasn't all too painful, but she hadn't even felt the bullet make contact. She looked around, no blood, no wound. She looked behind her. Lots of blood, and the splattered remains of a... rat, yes a rat.

"'Remembered y' not likin' them." Jack said putting away his gun with an evil grin on his face. Celia looked up at him panting. He looked down at his hand and frowned.

"I'm gonna have t' get y' back for that one, lass, I hope you realize." Celia sat back numbly. Wow what a bastard he was. God DAMN IT! On the plus side she was alive, on the negative side, she thought she might have pissed herself. Jack leaned down and yanked her up from the ground.

"And I think I know th' perfect way." He said looking from his hand to Celia's. The bad one. Oh shit. Was it too late for the bullet?

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Lady and Lacey were staring each other down. Pure hate in each of their eyes. All those that'd passed by had taken a step back due to the extreme intensity of the glare. Neither dared to look at those passing by. Lady cocked her head to the side in a display of dominance met by Lacey's cock of the head, and an arm crossing. Lady's nostrils flared. They leaned in closer and bared their teeth. It was a very primal display, and the pure animalistic instinct was almost palpable. Lady's eyes watered, and NOO! OH GOD, she blinked.

"AHAHAHA! I win! Admit my superiority. I am the greatest, and no one else can ever aspire to my amazingness." Lacey grinned, and blinked in triumph. Damn it now she'd be on an ego trip for days. Lady would be damned if she let that happen... again.

"Fine." It was a challenge. Lady smirked as Lacey's face contorted with rage at the simple statement, which usually meant an acceptance of defeat, but not for Lady.

"You dare to challenge me? You think you can defeat me? The mere idea is laughable, see, watch me laugh. AHAHAHA!" Came Lacey's reply..

"Fine, we'll have another round, but I will defeat you, for I am the ultimate stare-er." Lady grinned at Lacey's words. She was such a nitwit.

"Let's play that again." Lady responded. Her smirk rising ever so slightly.

"What do you mean, what else can I prove that I am better than you in?" Lacey said pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"How about a breath holding contest." Lacey offered. BUWAHAHAHAHA! Lacey had played right into Lady's hands. Lacey had always beat her in that area, but Lady had been practicing, and she could-

"Hate t' interrupt this, but the captain would like a word with- uhh- "The owner of the voice was a tall, lanky man with dark brown hair. He looked from one to the other trying to tell them apart.

"Which one of you is the one with the ego?" He asked. Lacey gritted her teeth. Lady grinned in silent triumph. At least she received a blow to her ego.

"I do NOT have an ego!" She growled, "I can't help it if I'm just that great."

"All right then, you need to go talk to the captain." He said pointing at Lacey. She crossed her arms over her chest, hunched, pouted, and walked off muttering angrily. Lady put her hands behind her head. Only a head as fat as Lacey's could contain such an ego. Lady snickered at the though

"And that makes you the liar." Lady shook her head, and grinned. Poor fool.

"No, I kill people, but not with guns." WARNING graphic description of badness up ahead. You've been warned, so no bitching "I like to gouge people's eyes out, gut them with spoons, rip out their bowels and hang them with it. Did I mention I've been convicted of witch craft ten times?" VIOLENCE OVER Lady watched the man's eyes go wide, and begin a hasty retreat. Lady got up and walked casually after him with an odd glint in her eyes. Lying was loads of fun, but not nearly as fun as the follow-through. She loved to torture all of these morons; they were so pathetic, and predictable. She picked up her pace to a speed walk, and continued to follow the now sprinting man, but hey, where could he run? They were on a ship.

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"Calm down, th' sooner y' shut up, and calm down, th' sooner it'll be over." Jack was sitting on top of Celia pinning her down. He had a good grip on her wrist, but for how long was the issue. Celia was thrashing around madly.

"NO! I WON'T GO DOWN THAT EASILY!" Celia continued to thrash angrily and worked her hardest to wrench free of Jack's grasp. She looked like a fish out of water, but damned if she cared. If that dickweed thought that she was just going to sit there and let him rip open her hand, then he could just rot in hell.

"Lass-"Jack began, but was interrupted by the door swinging open.

"Hey we need to-"George fell silent by the spectacle in the room he had just entered. He grinned.

"Need some help?" George asked nonchalantly.

"YES!" Celia yelled back.

"I was talking to the captain." George said eyes glittering maliciously. He walked over and plopped down on Celia next to Jack. Celia groaned in pain when he hit her belly painfully, and ceased movement for a moment, only a moment, but that was all that was need. Jack, reacting quickly grabbed his knife and slashed Celia's palm along the scar. Celia shrieked loudly. THE PAIN! OH DEAR GOD! SWEET MERCIFUL HEAVEN WHY?

"Jeez Celia, it's not a big deal, It's not like he stabbed you in the gut." George said with that 'so what' tone of voice he often used when talking to Celia.

"NO YOU JERK! I'M GOING TO DIE! AAAGH! Oh no. It-it's getting dark. I can't see anything! Please lord have mercy on my soul!" Celia whined. Jack turned and looked at George.

"Was she always like this?" Jack asked.

"As long as I've known her." Came George's reply. Jack sighed.

"Right, now we've got to get that thing out."

Sorry it took me so long, but vacations and crap. Well I'm glad to be back, and providing you fine people with dysfunction.