Author's Note: I have counted the reviews! In this chapter, we'll see what Anchor is doing!
Insane Pirate Dragon: All right, all right, you can see Anchor! And I can't forget about Bruce and Chum, I don't have short term memory loss. I also like your new chapter in your 'Shark Tale 2' story…
That's it! Let's start the chapter! Warning: Mild cussin', for those who don't like cussin, and some violent scenes in this chapter.
Chapter Eight: A Night Fight
Anchor rushed towards the Sea Angel site. He was going to try and save Marquella while also going to go kick some Dante butt. A flash of lightning lit up the night sky, and a roll of thunder pierced the air. But Anchor didn't notice, and if he did, he could care less. He was only focused on two main goals: Getting Dante to tell him where Marquella was and then go to try and save Marquella from a cold, dark void; death.
'All I 'ave to do is find Dante, get 'im to tell me where Marquella is, get Marquella, and after that I can dance in a happy little circle.' Anchor thought. 'Piece of cake…' then his brain kicked in. 'But what if 'e doesn't tell me where Marquella is? Then I'll just look like some loser.' With those words of discouragement, Anchor began to swim back home. Meanwhile, an argument was going on in Anchor's mind…
"M/c! Tell him what to do!" The other part of Anchor's mind screamed.
But the m/c just turned away. "I'm not 'possed to talk for a week, 'member?"
The other part of Anchor was getting mad, how could the m/c just turn away like that? He grabbed the m/c's neck and pulled it close to him. "Listen you unfeeling butt hole! Anchor needs our help, and you're gonna help him, whether ya like it or not!" The other part of Anchor's mind yelled. "So forget about the bet ya lost and tell 'im what to do!"
That seemed to give Anchor's m/c the message, that and he'd never seen the other part of Anchor's mind angry like that. So, Anchor's m/c (tried) to pull himself together, and went to talk to Anchor.
"Anchor!" Anchor's m/c called out. "Anchor!"
Anchor stopped. He heard his conscious talking to him.
"Turn around and go get your girl!"
"But what if Dante doesn't tell me where Marquella is and tries to beat…" Anchor began, until he was cut off.
"Listen, stop being a wimpy crybaby!" Anchor's m/c told him. "Now I want you to go over there and kick Dante's ass!"
"You're right! Wait, who am I talking to?" Anchor said, turning around and swimming towards the Sea Angel site.
"Ugh." Anchor groaned. "He's not here." Anchor had made it to the Sea Angel site, but no one was there. The storm clouds and emptiness gave the place a depressing atmosphere. "Where am I gonna find Dante now?"
"Right here."
Before Anchor knew it, he was on his back, feeling a sharp pain in his eye. He tried to get up, but was knocked down again. He heard a cold, sinister voice saying,
"So, you came back? I thought you were gone."
Anchor turned his head and saw Dante a few shark lengths away from him. He got up, and swam a few feet towards him.
"I mean, since Marquella was gone, I thought you were never comin' back," Dante continued, "'Specially since she lied to you…" He added with an evil smirk. His words had succeeded in the thing he wanted; he heard a growl coming deep from Anchor's throat.
"Where is she?" Anchor asked, with more fear in his voice than he wanted. He hoped that Dante didn't notice, but he did.
"Well, that's for me to know, ain't it?" Dante said, swimming around Anchor.
"Stop swimming around me, and where is Marquella?" Anchor asked, angry this time.
Dante laughed one of his evil laughs, stopped swimming around Anchor, and returned to where he was before. "Like I said, that's for me to know, and maybe if you're a good boy, I'll tell ya."
Anchor's eyes narrowed. He really didn't like that guy. He stopped narrowing his eyes when he noticed the bite marks on Dante. "I see that Marquella left you with a few… souvenirs…" Anchor commented, chuckling slightly. 'She never did look like one who didn't fight back.' Anchor thought. 'That's why I liked 'er…'
Dante's eyes narrowed at the comment and remembered his fight with Marquella. 'So the guy's got jokes…' he thought. 'Let's see if he jokes when I play with 'is mind…' "Yeah, your girlfriend's a real firecracker." Dante said, feeling joy when he saw Anchor trying to hold up his fury. "Too bad I had to rape 'er and leave 'er for dead…"
"WHAT?" Anchor exploded.
"You heard me." Dante said casually. "I left 'er for dead. If you didn't come back, you wouldn't have known… but wait? Why did you come back?"
Anchor was enraged. He hadn't been this angry for a long time. For the first time in a few months, he felt like he wanted blood…
Dante smiled (evilly, of course) at Anchor's expression. "I certainly don't know why you returned." He said. "She wouldn't love you anymore, 'specially since you believed my lie about us being engaged and said you hated her."
'It was a lie! I should've known! I'm sorry Marquella…' Anchor thought sadly, though his eyes had an angry fire burning in them, and his need for blood increased.
"I don't know what she saw in you though." Dante said, with a hint of fear in his tone, though not enough to show. He was feeling more fear every second, every breath, every time he looked at Anchor and saw the look he had plastered on his face. "She was probably playing you; she probably hated you all along…"
"You bastard." Anchor snarled, the angry fire in his eyes glowing brighter.
At this point, Dante wanted to faint right there, or scream and swim away, never to look or come back. But, that wasn't in his nature. He never knew when to stop, and never showed fear. "Yeah, I get that a lot. But at least I know one shark who won't call me that… my soon to be born child…"
At that point, Anchor had had enough. He rushed straight toward Dante and punched him in the same eye Marquella had punched him in, doubling the pain and making him flinch. Dante was taken by surprise. He tried to fight back and knock Anchor down, but only succeeded in getting another black eye. Anchor was able to pin Dante up against a rock, and asked, though this time more forcefully and in a dangerously low voice,
"Where's Marquella?"
Dante struggled to get out of Anchor's grasp. "I'm not telling you!" He snarled, though his voice held fear, and a lot of it.
This made Anchor surprised as well as furious. Something in his mind snapped, and shouted out at him, 'Kill 'im Anchor! Kill 'im now!' Anchor looked down at Dante with a look that he had only once had when he first 'fell off the wagon'…
Flashback
The smell of blood filled the submarine. Anchor's eyes turned black; so black that you couldn't see the pupils and it felt like he could gaze into your soul. He couldn't control himself; he didn't want to control himself. All he wanted was the poor helpless fish swimming away from him.
"Anchor!" Chum shouted down the hallway. "Control yourself mate! Don't fall off the wagon!"
Bruce and Chum followed Anchor outside to try and save the fish, but were too late. They just watched as Anchor ripped the fish apart.
"I think it's a bit too late to tell him to not fall off the wagon now." Bruce said.
"He… he…" Chum stuttered.
"He what?" Bruce asked. "We already saw 'im eat the fish mate…"
"Yeah, I know he ate the guy," Chum blurted out, "But he caught and ate 'im in less than five seconds!"
"Whoa." Bruce said, backing away from his hungry friend. "I 'ope we don't see 'im like that again…"
Chum nodded in agreement. They were never going to see him act like that for a long time, but somebody else would…
End Flashback
As Anchor watched Dante cowering before him, the dark look still in his eyes, he thought of what to do. A part of him was still saying, 'Kill 'im now!' but another part was saying, 'Don't kill 'im. Just make 'im tell you where Marquella is."
Fortunately, he chose to listen to the second part of him, because if he hadn't, he would've finished Dante off. But instead, he only bit him, causing Dante to cry out in pain.
"I could've done much worse." Anchor growled. "Don't test my patience. Now, where's Marquella?"
Dante may've been the type who never showed a lot of fear and never knew when to stop, but thankfully, he realized the situation he was in, and stopped taunting Anchor.
"Sh-sh-she's at th-this place wi-wi-with a c-cave." Dante stuttered.
"Can you describe it?" Anchor asked patiently, though the fire was still in his eyes.
"I-it h-had f-fl-flowers around it, and c-coral." Dante managed to stutter. "P-please d-d-d-don't hurt me man, I di-didn't mean nothin'."
"I won't 'urt you… but ya gotta promise me somethin.'" Anchor said.
"W-what is it?" Dante sighed in relief.
"Don't come back here ever again." Anchor said.
"O-oh, I p-promise!" Dante promised, swimming for his life.
Anchor watched and chuckled as Dante swam away, never to return. "Well that's one problem taken care of. Now to go get Marquella."
So, Anchor swam westwards, to a place he knew all too well, thinking the rest of the night and getting Marquella would be a piece of cake. But he was wrong, because little did he know that when he saw Marquella, it would be one of the saddest times of his life…
TBC
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