Reasons Beyond Explanation
Author- KRiSTiNE-ANNE-
Chapter- 2- Venom
Pairings- Not decided
Disclaimer- I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, because if I did I wouldn't be writing my terrible stories here. I would be rich, in lavish clothing, and well, maids everywhere, with a hot tub in my closet, and… Uhm, I would know my two favorite Actors Kiera Knightley and Orlando Bloom! Oi vay that would be amazing. Enough day dreaming for me, tah tah.
WARNING-
Set after Dead Mans Chest, Contains spoilers, if this were a film, would be rated PG-13 for Adult Content, Gore, and Angst.
Summary-
"The world has been unkind to you," Her voice carving through his ears, "Those before you were mere warnings of what to come." She smiled, lifting her majestic hand, the rings on her fingers stood out. Diamonds on one, and an alien crystal sat upon the second. He gazed upon her blackened body; there in the midst of her clothing was a locket, similar to one he'd seen before. Though there were many question he wished to be answered he asked thou none. He stood up and pushed his chair from him, "Your Journey has just begun young William." She coaxed her hands onto his coarse facade, caressing his cheek. "This be one of many." Her hands descending down to his opened shirt, "thou love be what you once sought. Hate is what you now seek."
His words were bitter, his heart that of stone, sympathy naught. Nothing around him made sense, had she done it? Was it real? No, nothing was real, this was a world of deception, he turned his head, with his voice, he spat venom, poison. Hate entwined his heart, his soul nothing, he stood at the bow of a ship, his hand gliding across the no longer smooth wood. Blood trailing from behind, she did it naught, but oh that woman had done what the world had begged her not. He blindly gave his heart to the woman, but no she had not understood. In return she had been with that, man.
His hate for him would never subside; his hate for the world would never be tamed. He turned from the mast, and to the sea, the freedom he desired. A voice interrupting his silence, thou he would not answer, he ceased to care. He knew the voices in his head were his alone, though they haunted him. The scene of the woman he thought he loved, and the man he had foolishly called a friend, seeing them together haunting him, that he was promised would never depart him be, it would be the death of him he knew it. Thou once he had be so naive to think one thing would finally go his way, he now knew such things were naught to happen.
He was to be the man none speak of; to be the man unknown amongst others, his pain never stopping his heart sentenced to silence. The voice broke his peace once more, chills racking his spine; he wished naught to speak with her. He turned faced her, looked into her eyes, sudden movements causing his eyes to destroy the feelings that had overcome, his eyes left hers. He walked from her; this would not be the time he spoke to her, speaking with her would only bring pain, devastation. Never did he wish to do such with her; she didn't deserve his care, his love, his heart.
Though she was the one who kept it, blindly he knew that she was the keeper of his heart and that could naught change, whether his heart was locked in a chest, or it be in his body. He walked her hand grasped his, he shook away from it. The touch so familiar, yet so alien, he could not come to terms with the situation evenly.
"Speak to me," She pleaded her voice no longer angelic, loving. But now, filled with despair, an alien touch. He no longer knew her, nor wanted to know her.
"The reasons in which I keep so silent, are the reasons my heart is sent to treason in hell." He spat, once again the venom on his words causing pain and chaos to the heart of others.
"You take no time to listen to me my good sir," She whispered to him, her hand brushing against his. Her hair sliding down his back, causing pain to his wounds, she knew naught of, as the rest of the men.
"There is nothing that could explain such an incident, there are naught enough words." Anger, fury, his eyes burned not of passion his emotions hidden. His words cold, bitter, hating, to most the anguish would murder, but to him it should never be the same.
"There are words to do such," She whispered. "You chose naught to listen to them."
"When we arrive, when he I back." He hissed, "I wish that you naught speak with me, but to your lover." He walked from her fury building inside his heart, he held no more passion. He no longer loved; there was one thing he wanted to get. That was the Black Pearl. The only ship that could catch up to the Flying Dutchman, he made a promise, and was a man to never let the promise been left un attended to. He would free his father, and the woman he thought he loved, would be free to love another.
Author's Log—
How did you like this chapter? Did you like the first one better, or do you favor this one? Please tell me which you preferred. This chapter does have less dialogue but much more description of the way Will feels. I still have not decided the pairing in this story yet… If you would like to request me to write a one shot for you I can, just e-mail me your idea and I will write it for you. By the way, while I was writing I was listening to music the songs were.
"Addicted" By Kelly Clarkson
"Get Stoned" By Hinder
"Because of You" By Kelly Clarkson
"Unfaithful" By Rihanna
"How You Remind Me" By Nickelback
So those songs played a role to helping my ideas for the story. I hope you liked this chapter, feed back is highly appreciated!
Time for my Reviewers to receive their thanks!
Day/Night- I thank you; I try quite hard to keep everyone in character! Please continue to read this, which would be great! I love that you reviewed my Story.
ElvenHope- Here's the update! I did it for you! I wrote this in merely half an hour too. So, I got a great inspiration by the first sentence I wrote. I hope you are okay with the switch so fast to the ship, it is vague but will become much clearer as the Story develops.