(A/N) Hi everyone! I swear updates will be better from now on! I have two fic's already done and saved. They are one shots, but my one shots mean basically no sequel, since I have never really done a sequel-less fic, even though the last one I did has some potential.
Anyway this chapter, we will see the old Eve…you know the defiance, the mouthpiece…The Pirate Returns…hehe…And BTW, did anyone forget that a major character will die by the end of this fic?
I just put friggen Willy Wonka as my ICON! I am totally freaking out! Anyone with AOL, CATCF is under the entertainment section!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!
"You stupid bastard!" Eve shouted as she was being dragged up the stairs to her bedroom. "Do you think your going to get away with this unscathed?" Eve screamed as one of George's associates dragged her up the stairs.
"Shut up mouth!" Eve dug her heels into the carpet even more.
"Listen you little wench, if you don't stop your stalling I am going to hurt you!" He shouted as he threw her on the bed.
"Oh really? Try it!" Eve screamed. George then strode into the room, and without saying a word he walked up to Eve and slapped her in the face.
"If I hear you again…it will be a lot worse than that…" He said, his face not far from hers.
Eve looked up at him angrily. "Where is everyone? The staff?"
"Don't worry, their just fine. Locked in the barn." Eve stared straight through him.
"If you think I am just going to lie here and let you happily prance through this ridiculous plan of yours, your wrong."
"No. I figured you would resist." George then held out a piece of rope and cloth. "So please wrap your arms around your lovely bed post…wouldn't have to hurt you again." He sneered.
"No." Eve knew the more she resisted the more time she would give Gabriel.
"Now."
"No." He then pulled her off the bed roughly, and stopped, he finally noticed her stomach, something he didn't see in Tortuga, something he didn't see last night. "Your pregnant?"
"Yes you moron!" Eve then began pulling away from him. "What finally got yourself a conscious?"
"No, just a small change in plans is all." Eve rolled her eyes, not another Doctor Lange, wait for a delivery, wait for her to love her child, then kill her and the baby.
"And what's that?" Eve said still resisting.
George grabbed her roughly by the wrists and pulled her close to him. "My nephew may not have the heart to kill you…" Eve looked utterly shocked. "Yes, Evelyn, he is of age, and he is willing to kill. Truth be told, he really wants to see you die slowly, killing his father and mother, the poor boy orphaned at only sixteen."
"Terribly sad. But I feel no remorse, for either your sister, or Jon. They should be dead, along with you."
"And their son? Want him dead too?" George asked, a smirk threatening to form on his face.
"If he decides to threaten my family or myself…yes." Eve looked at him coldly. Eve felt his nails dig into her skin.
"Wrap your arms around the post Evelyn…or you will be a lot less comfortable." Eve stared into his dark eyes.
"No." George then slapped her again, this time sending her reeling to the floor.
"Do it now." He said. Eve could hear his teeth grinding.
"No." Eve said breathlessly.
"Now you damned wench!" He grabbed her by the collar of her dress and pulled her up to meet his face.
"Uncle George! That is enough!" A young man walked into the bedroom. "I'll handle her."
George looked at Eve, his eyes never leaving hers. "I will watch you burn…" He then let her go, and Eve let her head flop back in relief.
"Give me your hand." The young man said. Eve looked into the young man that looked so much like Jon, it was incredibly remarkable.
"I can get myself up." Eve looked at the young man step back.
"Well, I wish it were a pleasure to meet you." Jon said sitting in a large arm chair.
"Me too." Eve said sitting on the bed.
"Tell me something Evelyn, what makes you think that my mother and father deserved to die?"
"They never let me go. Neither of them. I wouldn't have ever bothered your mother; she crossed the lines when she asked George to take my children."
"Do you know how much I hate you?"
"I couldn't even begin to imagine." Eve said smartly.
"I will enjoy seeing you die." He had Jon's smirk. "Tell me about my father. From what my mother says he was very much in love with you. That is until he found my mother."
"You are exactly like your father. An overbearing, controlling, self righteous bastard, who took advantage of any situation he ever had." Eve then looked incredibly angry. "Your mother was no more than someone he slept with, that's it. You are nothing but a bastard child, you just happen to manage the Sparrow blood. But you don't have its spirit, and that is where, you, will lose. That is where you will lose here." Eve then stood up and wrapped her arms around the bed post. "Better tie those ropes quickly…you don't have too much longer before I decide to make my way out of here."
"Really how are you going to do that?" Jon said as he approached her, the rope in his hand.
"Easily." She then dropped the dagger she had in her sleeve and slashed at his face, catching his cheek, sending blood through the air. She then grabbed the rope he dropped and kneed him in his back, sending him flopping onto the bed. She quickly tied his hands behind his back.
She leaped off the bed and left the bedroom, her dagger still clenched firmly in her hand. She peered down the hallway and saw no one. She knew Gabriel kept a pistol in his office, on the second drawer on the left side. In the same way he left that pistol, for protection, she left the dagger between the mattress and box of the bed, which she grabbed as George was arguing with her. She made her way to the study and ran to the desk and quickly pulled out the pistol. She then heard shouts in the hall and froze.
"I don't bloody care! If you find her, I want her brought to me, I will kill that wretch slowly!" Eve took herself and ran to the side of the library. She slid the wall back which revealed a staircase that led to the kitchen downstairs. She knew about this place when she saw Marie use it, it would be easier than climbing the front foyer stairs, which were numerous. She quietly walked down the stairs until she reached the bottom landing. She listened against the door and heard nothing. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Then she heard footsteps, she quickly made her way outside. She ran as fast as she could and made her way to the barn.
"Evelyn!" James shouted. "What on earth?"
"Enough talking James…" Eve said as she bent down and started to untie James. "Help me untie everyone." The entire staff were all lined up and bound behind their backs.
It wasn't long before everyone was up and rubbing their wrists. "James, you need to lead everyone to the road, just run, Gabriel should be coming tell him what has happened." Eve started to turn.
"Your not coming?" James said as he grabbed her arm.
"No, I have things to finish here. Are there any mares left in the barn?"
"Yes…just Rosie." Eve smiled. Her faithful old mare. Rosie was too old to travel the distance to Jack's house, but she was strong enough to get Eve to where she was going. "Where are you going?"
"Tell Gabriel, I am going to the pond. I have an advantage there."
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Eve rode Rosie hard and fast through the fields, she knew she didn't have time. Eve rode through the wheat fields when she felt a sharp burning pain slice through her arm. When she turned she saw Jon and George were on her tail, both of them on horses. Eve kicked Rosie harder and Rosie galloped faster.
"Come on Rosie…" Eve whispered to her faithful companion. If she got to the pond, and wandered up it's meandering path, she knew that there was a deep large covered hole, which was going to be used for a well, but she knew if she galloped just right, and had Rosie leap far enough, both George and Jon would be in that well.
Eve saw the pond ahead of her. But Rosie started to give out on her; her old muscles just couldn't handle it any longer. Rosie began to slow, and now, both George and Jon were on either side of her. George reached for her but Eve pulled the reins so tight, that Rosie went right directly into Jon, sending both horses staggering, and both Eve and Jon to the ground.
Eve hit the ground with a thud, as did Jon. Eve's head was spinning, but she knew she was ok, she knew she was going to be fine. Eve staggered to her feet and looked for Rosie, she was no where to be found. So she started to run.
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Gabriel knew that this was bad, knew that he may already be too late. He rode his horse faster than he ever intended to…ever. Jack, Will, and William, were having a hard time keeping up, but they knew the situation was dire.
"Gabriel!" James was on the road with several members of his staff. Gabriel put his mare to a stop.
"James what's going on?" Gabriel asked.
"Evelyn managed to get us out of the barn! She is riding fast to the pond; she said she had an advantage there." Gabriel nodded and galloped forward. He cursed under his breath, she was going to use the well, but he already had a sickening feeling…he was too late.
(A/N) Okay, I am taking bets…who is going to die?
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Now onto the Adventures of Captain Chrissy Cupcake and Karen Kangeroo…(Since someone is slacking…ahem…I will go on with the story…ahem ahem ahem!) (LOL)
"This isn't good." Karen said pacing the cell.
"Chrissy can handle herself." Willy said.
"I hope she can…she was acting awfully strange." Joe added.
"She's scared." Karen said finally. "For the first time…my Captain, the fearless Captain Cupcake is scared out of her bloody mind…"
"Well, what does that mean for us?" Willy asked.
"I don't know…she's never been scared…"
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"You must be out of your bloomin mind!" Chrissy cried. "I am not going to ELIMINATE them! What are you nuts?"
"Yes Banana Walnut to be exact." The muffin man said as he sat down.
"Why would you even suggest something so stupid?" Chrissy said annoyed. "Because if that's what you asked me for…well…your going to be disappointed."
"You're my daughter…we are batter…"
"No we aren't. You are a sprinkle donor! No more, no less…"
"My dear Chrissy, you will do as I say…"
"No I won't." Chrissy stood up from the table.
"I am afraid you will." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a locket.
"Where did you get that?" Chrissy asked, her voice shaking.
"You know where."
The house was burning…the Necco Wafers sliding off the roof, melting…
"Someone help!" Chrissy cried. "Please!" She watched as her life burned before her. Her parents were in that house, and there was no one to help, no one to save them…
"That was my mother's locket you bastard…you killed them!"
"She wasn't your mother…"
"She was my bloody mother! They died…because of you…because of you my life turned into one of hate, anger, piracy, and crime. Why did you kill them?" Tears were falling from her eyes.
"Because, they weren't raising the daughter I wanted you to be."
"So you killed them?"
"No, I didn't." A curtain then moved back and Chrissy's parents were tied to a chair. They had aged tremendously, as specs of gray were intertwined in their hair. "You have a choice, your parents, or your friends."
"Please don't make me choose." Chrissy slumped to the floor on her knees.
"I can do it for you."
"No!" Chrissy stood up. "I will…do as you say."
"I told you I would have my way." The Muffin Man then laughed. Chrissy turned away from him, she knew what she had to do…but that didn't involve any elimination of anyone she loved, oh no, it involved the elimination of the Muffin Man.
(I don't know if I ever mentioned this...but my Daddy is the Candyman! He actually works for a candy factory, if any of you have ever had NECCO (New England Confectionary Company)wafers, the Skybar, or Buttons, the Clark Bar...my daddy has made them...you know the little hearts on Valentine's day? Yup, my daddy makes em! Just thought I'd let you know that bit of info!)
