Wow, chapter 4 already! Whew, I'm really pushing this story along!! Thanks to Christian4Life. Constructive criticism is always welcome!! Right, so I don't own Treasure Planet and all that, but Tessor and Scarp are MINE. So don't go getting any ideas about using them for you own selfish purposes. Haha, just kidding. But seriously, they belong to me…..
By the way, in this chapter, so no one gets confused, this is Tessor's thoughts, and this is her other thoughts. It'll make sense soon enough.
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A snarl ripped loose from somewhere behind Scarp's hulking figure. My eyes flew open in surprise, and I saw someone, a boy it seemed, running towards Scarp, knife drawn and ready to attack.
He's crazy! He can't possibly be any older than me, and he's going to attack?! Is he insane? I screamed in my head.
No. Keep your temper level. Don't let anything out. I forced myself to take several deep breaths, and remain as calm as could be in the given situation. It seemed to be working.
Forgetting me momentarily, Scarp turned his attention towards the boy and flew at him, dagger held high. They collided with a resounding thud, and fell in a heap on the ground, the sound of metal on metal piercing the night.
The smart thing to do would have been to take the opportunity and run. But my feet weren't working so well and I was rooted to the spot. I couldn't even seem to take my eyes of the two fighting in front of me. My eyes widened as I saw Scarp pull a second knife on the boy.
He's going to get hurt because of me. Because I couldn't even defend myself! Why did he even have to get involved?! My attempts to keep my anger in check were futile. It coursed through my veins, and I felt myself beginning to loose control.
Succumb to your anger Tessor. Let me out.
No! I can handle this on my own! Just stay away!
I don't think I can do that Tessor. You can't get rid of me. I am ALWAYS here, whether you like it or not.
I held my head between my hands, as if to squeeze the unwelcome presence from my brain. Suddenly, the sound of ripping flesh assaulted my ears. My head flew up, and the boy's face was contorted with pain, blood flowing from a large gash on his arm. Scarp held his knife, stained with fresh blood, over his head and glanced over at me to make sure I was still watching.
I snapped.
Raw power flowed through me. My eyes shone bright red and the gravity around me vanished. Both Scarp and the boy looked up at me in shock. Before either one had a chance to move, I slammed Scarp's body against the wall, dropping him to the ground and turning my attention on the boy.
He must be so appalled!
Why worry? I'll take care of him as well.
No!! You won't! He has done nothing but try to help me! I won't let you harm one hair on him!!
We'll just see about that.
If alternate personalities could smirk, mine probably would be at this point. All while this silent battle was raging within me, the boy just stared, dumbfounded. After a moment, he regained his voice.
"Hey! Girl snap out of it!" he called to me.
Finish him.
I won't! You can't make me do anything! I am in control. Though it sapped me of most of my strength, I managed to force the presence away from my mind and back to where it could not control me.
My eyes faded back to their original brown, and consciousness slipped away from me. Gravity resumed and I fell to the ground with a thud.
The boy was still staring.
After a minute or two, I felt myself coming to. I could hear a low groan escape Scarp's limp body, and the boy muttered, "Oh no. This is not good."
Something warm encompassed me and I was lifted from the ground. I could only assume it was the boy carrying me because I could feel his blood seeping into my clothing.
A low groan escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered open. We were to the mouth of the alley and the boy looked down at me tentatively.
"Oh good, you're awake. Can you stand?" I looked up at him questioningly. Why did he even care? I nodded, and he placed me on the ground.
"Thanks," I muttered, avoiding eye contact.
"Don't mention i--." A loud whistle cut him off, and his head whirled towards Scarp, an evil grin playing on his features.
The boy's eyes went wide and he yelled, "RUN!"
Life had taught me not to hesitate in with an imminent threat around. This was one of those times.
I took off after him, not caring where he was leading me. A quick glance over my shoulder told me that we were being pursued by some "friends" of Scarp. They were all large and menacing, and I did NOT want the pleasure of meeting any of them.
As we ran for our lives, I knocked over crates and barrels behind me, attempting to foil theirs attempts at capturing us. As the chase continued, my lungs burned and my legs ached, but I willed myself to go even faster. The boy seemed to have no trouble keeping pace.
After what seemed like a century of fleeing, the noises behind us died down. I stole another glance over my shoulder and saw that no one was following us anymore. But I didn't let my guard down. Scarp didn't seem like the type to let someone go free.
So we kept running. It was sort of like some unspoken, mutual agreement between the two of us. I let him lead, assuming that he knew where he was going. We ran, it seemed, for hours until he came to a stop in front of a loading plank, connected to the deck of one of the smaller ships. The RLS Legacy, it read.
I, having somewhat of a one-track mind, didn't notice he had stopped until I plowed right into him, knocking both of us over. I landed ungraciously on top of him, a look of surprise on him. A blush rose to my already red face and it took me a second to remember how to work my limbs.
I hastily pulled myself off of him, brushed off my clothes, and offered him a hand up. He accepted it, still giving me a strange look.
"Come on," he said, grabbing my arm. I yanked away out of habit, but it didn't seem to bother him. He gestured for me to follow him up the plank, and I did so. We reached the deck of the ship without further incident and I followed him, my eyes trained on my feet.
He came to a stop in front of the entrance to the galley. "We should be safe here. For now anyways." He gave me a smile. "Come on, you can sleep down here."
I continued to follow him down the steps and he led me down a hallway and opened a door to a guest cabin. "Sleep here," he directed. I made no argument and walked quickly into the cramped room. "Don't get used to it though, these are usually only for paying passengers." I said nothing in response.
He shut the door with a soft click, and I was left alone.
Finally, I can SLEEP. At that moment, the small bed looked so comfortable and inviting, it was all I could do to not throw myself upon it.
Wait. I'm on my own now, I can do whatever I want! So I DID throw myself onto the bed, my smile wide. I closed my eyes in contentment, relaxed for the first time that day, and was soon fast asleep.
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Jim walked down the hallway, towards where the crew slept. All of the adrenaline from his fight and chase left him, and he was dead tired. He glanced down at his arm, remembering for the first time that night what had happened to it.
Letting out a sigh, Jim changed direction and headed to the galley to bandage up the injury. After cleaning and dressing it, he laid his head down on the table.
I'll just rest my eyes for a few seconds, he thought sleepily. After a few seconds, Jim was quietly snoring.
Outside near the loading plank of the Legacy, a green, slimy creature watched the two walk down into the ship. He waited for a few minutes and, satisfied that they would not be leaving the ship, ran off. His master would be pleased to hear about this.
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Oh my gosh you guys, this is my longest chapter by far! So, I hope you enjoyed reading it, and your reviews are always welcome. I accept anonymous reviews by the way. So please, leave your comments! I am always happy to hear what you have to say about my story. Except flames. I don't like those very much.