I know, I know-
Three updates? Kinda anyways…
Just trying to make up for our transgressions
-Twisted
"Be holdin' still Mimi." He snaps as the pink-haired girl squirms beside him.
For fuck's sake, he was working to free her cuff lock, not pillage and plunder.
"I could'ah done it." Mimi huffs petulantly.
"An' under different circumstances I know ya could'ah been gettin' it-"
Did he really have to cajole this girl right now?
"But I be here, an' you be here, and can I please just be-"
"What's this? A filthy pirate invading my flock of girls?"
His blood runs cold as the lock in his hand finally pops open.
At least the Evil Queen had done one thing for him.
Mimi was frozen in terror.
He sighs as he drops the lock to the floor of the cage before he turns to face the OV.
"My Queen." He smiles charmingly as he holds his hands up in front of him, "I know what this be ah lookin' like, but I swear I were'nah knowin' they be yer flock."
Now would be a great time for T to pull a T.
Drop from the ceiling.
Creep up from behind.
Something?
"Ah, a pirate who knows his place," She smiles regally as she starts to circle him, her eyes appraising as she looks him over, "and a handsome one at that."
"Oh, well, aye." He winks at her as he slowly crawls from the cage, "I do be called Pretty Boy for ah reason."
"You'll make quite the prize once you learn your place," she agrees pleasantly, before she lifts a finger.
His eyes widen as all the girls run to press against the wall in fear.
Well, shit. That wasn't a good sign.
One hand flexes towards the charm around his neck, "oh but, me Queen, I do be ah knowin'-"
Evil Queen smiles as she lowers her finger to point at him, wordlessly cutting him off as the air leaves his lungs in a painful scream.
His whole body felt as if he grabbed an exposed wire.
Or an entire barrel of eels.
It was like every muscle suddenly decided to cramp and spasm at the same time.
He falls to the floor, but the only reason he was aware of that was because of the cold stone against his burning face.
T!
His jaw seizes, teeth clenching down as salty copper floods his mouth.
The Queen's light, amused laugh echoes in the chamber over screams of terrified girls.
He couldn't breathe in.
Couldn't stop his choked screams.
Couldn't stop his violent thrashing.
And he couldn't bear the pain.
"Now, now girls." Evil Queen titters, "This is how you treat men who misbehave. Keep that in mind the next time someone puts it in your head that any less than a Prince should try to rescue you."
Please!
He wished his voice would work.
Wished he could beg.
Fuck-
Sea gods, please make it stop!
Pain.
Ripping.
Tensing.
Convulsing.
Pain.
"Please! Please let us go!" One of the girls cries.
"Stop! That's enough! I'm sure he won't do it again!" Another calls out on his behalf.
He wanted to agree.
Wanted to scream words.
But the pain was everywhere.
All consuming.
And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Now, now children, begging is beneath those as pretty as you." She returns sweetly. "And I would not dare mar that boy's face. It's just a lesson we all need to learn."
Everything was starting to fade.
His sight was blurred.
Voices were getting dull.
Where the fuck was T?
The only thing that existed was the excruciating pain, beating him up from the inside out.
"I'll go back to my cage!" One of the girls cries. "Please jus' stop hurtin' him!"
"Oh, I like you. You've made it to the top three, dear. A girl should always know her place."
"Are you fuckin' crazy? He's just a stupid rat."
For the briefest second, the pain lessens.
The grip on his throat relaxes, and he manages to gulp in air.
"PARLEY!"
"Parl-" Evil Queen giggles, "there'll be plenty of time to speak later handsome, for now however-"
Another scream rips from his throat as his fresh lungs full of air are stolen from him again.
"You're gonna regret that-"
Piercing screams echo around the room as the force controlling him vanishes.
Air!
Sweet sea god's loving air!
His head lulls to the side to find Evil Queen mouthing something as a ball of darkness gathers in her palm.
Every girl in the room screams as they jump and dodge away from her.
The pain lessens just enough that he manages to raise an arm in front of him.
One hand closes around his charm, letting the wooden disk bite into his palm as he looks around.
Who-
His eyes widen.
His Shadow lunges, stupidly fearless as always, towards the witch gathering dark energy in her hand.
"Fuckin' try me, bitch!" T threatens with another vicious snarl as he collides with her, dagger clasped in hand, grabbing hold of her with a feral growl.
Something hot splashes across his face and arm, but he didn't care.
"Stupid ugly fuckin' whore." T snaps at the witch at his feet as he struggles to pull the dagger from her throat.
That's why he could breathe.
T.
T came back.
Why hadn't he recognized his voice?
He looks at the floor around him.
That's what the heat had been.
Blood.
Another feral growl leaves T as he stomps on Evil Queen's chest and rips his weapon back, only to shove it through her chest.
"T! That's enough!"
He coughs in surprise.
Seriously?
Why the fuck was she here?
T startles as he drops his blade, "Fuck," He scrambles to his feet as he darts to his side, dropping to his knees. "Hook!?" He demands as he grabs his jaw and jerks his head towards him.
"I was waitin' for that T like entrance." He grins lazily, unable to even attempt to fight the grip.
"If he's fine enough ta flirt-'' Harriett's face peeks at him over T's shoulder, her familiar blue eyes rolling before she purses her lips, "Actually, I don'nah know if he can turn that off. What the fuck happened?"
"I jus' got here." T grumbles as he feels himself gently poked and prodded.
"It were just bein' ah hurtin' spell," he bats at T's hand, "be knockin' it off."
T glowers at him in disapproval.
"Though I do be thinkin' I understand how Gil's anvil be feelin'." He chuckles before it turns into a cough.
With a groan, he turns his head and spits.
Anything to get that taste out of his mouth.
"Fuck!" Harriett cries out as T's face obscures his vision.
"The fuck were ya saying?" T demands angrily as he moves his head to his lap.
"They don't always make it." Someone whispers.
He blinks at the moving shadows, "She ain'nah gettin' the girls, aye?"
T frowns as he looks around the room and lets out another feral growl.
"Mimi grabbed Ginny an' scrammed." One of the girls offers hesitantly.
"Dammit." Harriett snaps, "Has anyone seen Maddy?"
"No, the Queen just wanted young girls."
T turns to scowl at the Evil Queen's limp body before he turns to Harriett. "I'll help ya find her. But we gotta get 'em ta the ship."
"We don'nah need her help." He grunts, scowling at the way his voice seemed to tremble before he realizes he was shaking.
Harriett rolls her eyes before she turns to T. "Aye, I can be livin' with that."
He glares at her.
It seemed stupid to fight about this right now.
The girls were scared.
T was foaming at the mouth.
He wasn't even sure if it had sunk in yet.
Evil Queen was dead.
He was pretty sure he was covered in her blood.
Yeah. Now wasn't the time for old grudges.
He sighs, "Fine, whatever. Be helpin' me up."
T takes a deep breath before the world shifts, and he's sitting.
It was a start.
"Notebook." He coughs, wanting a moment to let his muscles adjust again.
He lets his hand drop from the charm.
How bad could that have been?
T's eyes sweep over him, "Fine." He pulls the book out as he shifts, so his back is up against his.
He glares at his sister as she leans closer to him.
"You can just be droppin' the act, Harry, I know yer hurt." She whispers.
"I be alive, good enough ta keep going." He snaps.
"Oh?" Harriett asks before she crouches down and he feels a finger pressed into his side.
"Don'anh be ah-" He grunts in pain when she presses harder, "bitch!" he snaps when he can breathe again.
"Aye, that I be." Harriett nods. "But that don'nah be changin' the fact ye be hurtin'."
"Ain'nah no one askin' yer thoughts."
Harriett snorts, "An ain't no one believin' ya be fine."
"I believe I be sayin' I be feelin' like ah well-used anvil." He rolls his eyes, "But I can be ah movin', once we warn Uma yer ass be ah comin' with us."
He just needed a small rest.
Just a few minutes.
He'd be fine after that.
"Was that what I was s'pose ta be writin'?" T questions.
"Part o' it." He says as he shifts to look over his shoulder.
He grimaces when he notices the way his arm shakes when he puts pressure on it.
Fuck.
"You're gonna end up with a dart in your ass if ya keep pushin'." T snaps.
"Temptin' as that is, we do be needin' ta get back."
He didn't want to admit how weak he felt.
Acknowledge the way his muscles refused to obey him.
Everything was pins and needles.
And chills that had him shivering.
But, he would be fine, he had the charm.
Right?
Magic couldn't make you sick.
Could it?
Even if it could, he had the charm.
He had the charm.
He snaps the book shut, "Harriett, help keep 'im steady so we can get'm up." He orders in a clipped tone.
"Aye," Harriett sighs.
He frowns impatiently as he waits for Harry to still behind him before he stands.
He was still shaking.
His blood still boiling.
How fucking dare that cunt-
"Ghost?"
His head whips to the fear-filled voice, "s'up Mare?" He questions.
Fuck.
"Are ya hurt?" He frowns as he heads towards her and the other girls.
"Have ya seen Dreamer?"
His heart aches at the hesitation in her tone.
The fear.
"Yeah." He nods, "We got'im." He sighs, "He's in pretty rough shape, but ain't nothin' seein' you won't fix."
Mare rubs her forearms across her runny nose before she smiles, "Then, can we go?"
His eyes drift back to the Harriett, "Got 'im or do ya wanna lead?"
"Where's the ship at?" Harriett asks as she helps Harry to his feet.
"At the beach if we're fuckin' lucky."
"I can be fuckin' walkin', go make sure nothin' else tries to hurt 'em." Harry snaps as he leans up against the wall, "If nothin' else, I can trust ya won't let anythin' get behind ya."
He takes a deep breath, "Hook, save it for later."
"Nah, that's just the blood talkin'," Harriett smiles as she pats him on the shoulder, "He's right though, I'll lead."
He nods, "Then let's get back. I need to go after Mimi and Ginny."
"Aye," both Hooks agree at the same time before they look at each other.
Harriett smiles before she nods and gathers the girls up as she walks for the door.
Harry groans before he pushes off the wall and nearly face-plants.
"Ass." He breathes as he catches him and pulls him to his side.
"I can be," Harry smiles, "It be somethin' I be ah pickin' up from you though, so you don'nah be gettin' ta complain."
"Bullshit I don't." He glares.
"An' here we be-"
His eyes widen at the deep, muscle-shaking cough that interrupts Harry.
"Yeah, no." He frowns as he eyes Harry over, hating how pale he was.
How glassy his eyes were.
The lingering pain still reflecting in them.
"I just be needin' ta get home, mate." Harry assures him as his head thumps against his shoulder, "I just- Can I just be ah leanin' on ya? I just be needin' ah second-"
"I've got you Hook." He breathes as he readjusts his hold on him.
"Never be doubtin'."
"Then stop wastin' your energy on stupid shit."
Harry snorts but doesn't answer.
He sighs as he leads them out, following Harriett and their new wards.
"T!" Harriett calls back in a clipped tone, "Yensid's here."
Oh, thank fucking god.
He frowns as he looks around once they make it outside, his eyes fall on the tall ancient ass wizard.
"Yo," he greets with a nod. "Hook took a hit."
"What happened?" Yensid asks as he rushes over.
"Oh, ya know - EQ be thinkin' I were plunderin', I get it, I do be ah pirate. So she be ah puttin' me in place with a mite painful spell."
Yensid's eyes widen before he holds his hands out over Harry's chest, "Did this spell affect your movement? Compel you to move against your will?"
"It be punchin' the air from me lungs right quick, an' I were feelin' somewhere 'tween ah floppy fish and Gil's anvil."
"I see." The air between Harry and Yensid's hands begins to shimmer a soft blue.
"But, I be ah havin' me charm, so all good."
"Yes, and while I am glad to know they work so well, I would never have wished to test them against such a nasty Dolor spell." Yensid sighs as the light fades, "You will need a lot of sleep to recover from the damage the spell inflicted on your muscles."
Harry frowns as he rubs his chest, "Whatever that were, I be feelin' better. Thank you."
"It will only last an hour or two," Yensid explains as their eyes meet, "so we need to get back to the ship as soon as possible."
"Got it," He nods before he turns. "Hear that Harriett?"
"Aye," Harriett calls back, "pick up the pace."
"Not ta be lookin' for teeth or anythin'," Harry says as they follow the larger group, "But what ya be ah doin' out here all on yer own?"
His brow furrows as he looks up.
With Uma so desperate to make sure they were always in pairs at the very least, he was also curious why the Old Man was out on his own.
And somehow mysteriously right where they needed him when they needed him.
"Whilst we were out on our mission, Captain overheard some unpleasantness. It would appear that witches have been doing their own gathering."
He falters at the heaviness in Yensid's tone.
At the trepidation.
The fear.
His grip on Harry tightens as her father's stories come to him unbidden.
Witches burning children for sacrifices.
Or little children being led astray into the darkness with false promises, only to be cooked, or worse, eaten alive by the soulless fiends.
Enslaving them.
How they bathed in their blood-
No!
He refused.
That would not become their reality.
But first-
"Harriett, move your fuckin' ass."
So yeah, that just happened.
*Cringe* T kicking EQ after she was dead.
Thank god for Hariett stopping him before he completely scared the shit outta those girls.
Speakin' of-
The fuck Mimi!?
WTF is wrong with you? Is T seriously that bad- Christ the fuck did Mal say about him. (Lots of things. A lot of insulting things. Oh and her pure and utter 'hatred' for him- So it could be that, who knows?)
Which brings to my next topic- Insults.
God forbid any blood siblings in this shit get along.
T/Faustina
Gil/The twins
Harry/Harriettt/CJ
Celia/Freddie
Mal/Jane- Fight me. It's tenuous at best. And will stay that way until Jane grows a pair.
Except Squeaky and Squirmy.
Oh!
And Dreamer and Nightmare (Mare)
Those two are peas in a pod.
Not that we ever cover their story-
Just sayin'. It's cute.
Fuck, I'm off topic.
How'd you like Harriett's arrival?
Harry's reception to it?
On that note-
Could you feel his pain?
Was it agonizing enough for you?
-Ding dong the witch is dead, which old witch, this old witch, ding dong the wicked witch is gone - Strictly by memory people too lazy to look up.
But how you feelin' bout that death scene?
EQ.
Stupid fugly ass gaslighting hoe bag.
Burn-
Well, swim-
-in hell you stupid bitches.
Ugh.
(wipes hands)
Off topic-
Who can't wait for T to meet Leah?
OMG. The look on Dark's face when she read that line=priceless.
'Like fuck you bitch, I have to deal with that shit'
Dead.
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted