Chapter 3: Remorse?
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Summary: Here it is, chapter three! In this chapter, Liz's actions start to catch up with her...This is a few days after the mutany...
Isabella paced the deck of her ship, "The Red Death". She was trembling, terrified of someone or something...It's after me...I know it. She stopped, looking over the side of the railing, and into the sea, where a peice of jewelry, a locket, floated on the surface. It was a heart...a gift. Liz's eyes softened for a second as she watched it sink into the water.
"You vile..." She heard a voice behind her, and pulled out her cutlass and a pistol, pointing them in the direction of the voice. But she found nothing. "...evil, demon!" Many other voices seemed to echo the first, and she turned. To her horror, she saw the faces of all of her victims, some old, some young, some newly married. Some of the royal navy, and even pirates. They still bore the scars that she had inflicted which led to their deaths. Her eyes opened widely as she stood in shock. For the first time in a long time...she was truly scared.
"You destroyed our lives...why?"
"I must get revenge for what was done to me as a child..."
"But none of us ever knew you as a child..."
"You are nobility, you are guilty..."
"As are you..."
"I'm nothing like you...you monsters! I do not judge those I do not know, I do not take children from their families to save face..."
"But that was so long a-"
"I do not care, you kind must be purged from the earth!"
"But who is the real monster here...who is judge, jury and executioner, who murdered every single one of us...who took us away from our children?"
"I am no monster, I was made this way...by people like you..."
"Excuses..." Liz suddenly turned, and saw no other than her father. "Your evilness caused me to die, heartbroken and disgraced." Tears , which no one had seen in her eyes since she was sent away at a young age, began to stream down her face.
"What?! Excuses? I deserve this!"
"You were born into privelege...who was it who ran around, drinking the blood from their wounds? Who was it who watched their own mother die without any remorse? Who was it who murdered a town full of people, who half of never knew you existed? You are what they had warned me about!" These words stung Isabella like a whip...how could he? He was her father...it wasn't her fault, it couldn't have been...she is only this way because they made her this way...She was a perfect Catholic child...
"No...I was a fool to hope that you were not as they said...you are a demon...you will burn in Hell! You may have had reasons to get your revenge, many years ago...but now...just excuses. You enjoy this...you are as sick as they said you were when they took you away. You are a MURDERER!"
"No! It is revenge! I'm no murderer! The social order must be destro-"
"Isabella! You sold your soul for the chance to destroy everything that made you who you were...and you did. Me, your mother, these poor souls...your home...all destroyed. Don't you see, your cursed, you doomed to spend eternity in Hell!" Liz stood shocked, mouth wide open, tears streaming down her face. It was raining now, she was drenched. "Remember this, Isabella...the cart does not pull the donkey. You did not have to end up this way, you wanted to. Pull your weight and these heavy chains of guilt and accept responsibility for yourself...God knows how many people have died for your sick sense of justice. You will reap what you sow in due time...He is after you now..." Liz's eyes opened again, and she clutched her head screaming, as the dead souls began to mob her...
Isabella jumped almost out of her bed. She pulled her knees into a fetal position and cried loudly. "Ma'am, are you okay?" One of her crew, at this point to her it didn't matter who, came bounding in.
"Do not EVER walk into your captains quarters uninvited!" She cried, still trembling.
"I heard your screams..."
"Get out and leave me in peace!" She yelled, crying again. "Please...just leave...you cannot, will not, see me like this..." She pleaded quietly, burying her head in her hands...She was a demon, they were right about her, they knew that she was not well, that she would end up like this. She murdered hundreds, for what a few had done, she had become what she hated most. Her bloodlust grew stronger, she could not fight it now. Something was wrong with her. Why did she really need to kill all of these people. And now they were after her, haunting her every step. But it was only a matter of time before she joined them...
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