FIDGET, BATRISHAN PRINCE OF DARKNESS
The Bloody Amputation
Most of the pirates from Killian's crew trembled as Fitzgerald walked rather calmly on the puddles of bloods the deck now had. The Batrishan's red footprints staining the wooden planks didn't make things better while he pulled out the scariest sword ever: its silver metal had a disturbingly dark glow despite the morning's bright light, the grip was darker than death itself, and the cross-guard looked like twisted bat wing membranes trying to form a spiderweb. Fitzgerald held the sword in his right hand while the left one was tapping its claws onto the blade, causing tapping sounds that sounded like glass shards hitting against one another.
"I'm sure you can imagine what I'm thinking right now," Fitzgerald told Killian. The latter had a hard time looking at the Batrishan's red irises full of spite and bloodlust as they looked like they were enjoying the idea of shedding more blood.
"Well I'm hoping that you aren't thinking about ways to shed more unnecessary blood," Killian said flatly. Fitzgerald scowled at him.
"On the contrary, codfish." His voice darkened. "After what you did to those I care? Honestly, shedding your blood is necessary. Um, now that I think about it, I believe I know the best way to get even: killing you the same way you did with them. Impalement."
He then aimed at the pirate, but before Killian could even pull out his own sword, another blade came in and prevented the Batrishan's sword from impaling Killian. All eyes turned to see Milah holding her sword in defense between Killian and Fitzgerald.
"You...will not...kill him!" Milah hissed.
"Mind your own business," the Batrishan retorted. He kicked her in the stomach and sent her flying over a bunch of barrels.
"MILAH!" Killian shouted.
Fitzgerald took the opportunity to grab Killian by the shoulders and violently push him off the boat and into the port. Pain overwhelmed Killian as he roughly hit the stoned pavement and his eyes watched Fitzgerald flying off the Black Pearl and landing onto the pavement.
"The crew is all yours to shangai, Jack!" he called out to the pirate captain on the ship. Jack nodded, and the next thing Killian knew, the Black Pearl had lifted its anchor and begun to sail into the open waters, with the two pirate crews fighting for their lives. The two old friends were now alone, facing one another as enemies, with one of them being a Batrishan glaring at Killian with vengeful eyes and dragging his sword onto the pavement, making dangerous scratching noises.
"Fitzgerald, please..." Killian begged as he struggled to get up. The Batrishan cut him off by threatening his throat with the tip of his blade.
"I thought you should know this before I kill you," he said. "I've stopped being Fitzgerald Denada Cortés. Remember the nickname I was given on the battlefield?" He chuckled. "Fidget the Bat? Turns out that I embraced that name. Because it was the proof that everyone, including the friend I connected to the most, would only see me as something they were not: a monster."
"But if you keep doing savage things like what you did to my crew, then you will be seen as a monster," Killian stammered. "Fitzgerald, don't do this to yourself!"
"Don't blame me!" Fidget shouted. "Blame yourself!" He raised his sword in the air, preparing to impale Killian...
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Killian looked up and saw Milah in a fighting stance, her sword's blade covered with black liquid.
"Killian, are you alright?" Milah asked as she helped her lover get up.
"Milah? What did you..."
"Gah! AAH!"
The horrible screams got the pirates' attention. Killian's eyes widened in horror as he saw Fidget squirming on the pavement like a fish out of water, his hands painfully reaching for his right knee.
But Fidget didn't have a right knee anymore. As a matter of fact, he didn't have anything left of his right leg from the knee to the foot.
Milah had amputated the Batrishan.
"MILAH, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Killian exclaimed.
"I...I was..." she stammered.
"YOU CODFISH!" Fidget screamed at the top of his lungs. "I'LL DECAPITATE YOU MYSELF IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO! I WON'T REST UNTIL I GET MY REVENGE ON YOU!"
The furious sprung his wings open and flew off, his amputated leg leaving a trail of black blood behind him as he flew into the dark clouds that began to form a storm.