InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Seperation ❯ Chapter 4

Back! And I left with another kind of cliffy…sorta. Don't you love me? Sure you do. Ahem…yah. So…what's up with Max in that last chapter? …You don't get to find out! Muah hahahaha!! You finally get to see what happened to Meg though haha, so here we goooooo…more maturity and such here…mainly because I swear like a sailor, so myself in the story has to too.

 

Meg's POV

 

Fuck my head hurt. I couldn't even remember why it did, and it was making me all groggy and confused.

I tried to figure out what was going on before I even moved. From what I could gather, I was laying facedown, and there was something prickly beneath me that was almost tickling my skin. I moved a little, trying to lift my head away from whatever I was laying on. I was almost drowsy, but I couldn't remember anything that had happened Turning my head to the side so it wasn't pressed to the floor, I slowly opened my eyes.

There was a fuzzy outline of something, and I blinked a few times, trying to figure out what it was, and also basically trying to figure out WHERE I was.

It took me a few tries, but I finally sat up. And what I saw once my vision cleared was NOT what I wanted to see.

I was lying on a cold stone floor, with straw thrown down in a few strategic places. The way it worked out was that my lower body was on the straw, but my head and shoulders had nothing for a pillow but hard stone. It smelled like something had been rotting in there for a long time too…well, basically the place smelled like shit. The walls were made of stone as well, and behind me there was some sort of bench to sit on made of rotting wood that was attached to the wall. Above that was a window carved out of the stone, closed up with iron bars. That and another wall were the only ones that were made of stone. The others were iron bars that ran from ceiling to floor, one looking like it led out into a hallway, the other looking into a room identical to the one I was in. As my head cleared, I began to figure out where I was.

A cell. A jail cell. That looked strangely like one in a movie that I happened to love.

“Oh mother fucker…”

This wasn't the first time I'd been transported to a dimension I didn't belong in. It had happened just a few months ago when Sarah and I had found ourselves on the island Jack and Elizabeth had been stranded on in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean. This was different though. One, I was alone, so it made it a hell of a lot less amusing. Two, I was in a fucking jail cell, which wasn't pleasant in any dimension. And three…it wasn't the same as last time. Last time, we'd just been transported there for no apparent reason. This time…I started to remember what had happened before I'd woken up. There'd been someone in my room when I got there, who'd clamped their hand over my mouth and tried to grab my wrists. I remembered that I'd broken free and fought back. And I remembered being hit over the head with something large and heavy before I blacked out.

And now I was here.

“Fuck…” I repeated again, trying to sit up all the way. I sat in the middle of the stone cell, looking around me for any sign of life. My head hurt like a bitch, more than likely from when my `kidnapper' had whacked me over the head. My upper arm hurt too, and when I looked down I saw that it was because I had a gash with my own dried blood over it. I remembered the mirror falling on me as I tried to pull away and decided that that was where it had come from.

Looking around my small one-room prison, I noticed something moving across from me. Narrowing my eyes a little, I tried to see through the gloom; the window didn't do much for letting in light, and it was cloudy outside too.

“…Hello?”

There was a pause before I got an answer. “What're you `ere for?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

The person, who turned out to be a group of people, moved forwards so they were hanging onto the bars that separated their cell from mine. Their faces were weathered and filthy, and their clothes were pretty much rags. I could even smell them from where I was, a good few feet away from them. The worst part? I recognized them. They'd been in the movie, the men who were in the cell beside the one Jack was in when the Pearl attacked. They must have gotten recaptured. Stupid idiots.

One of the men grouped at the barred wall spoke again. “It's not often we see a woman round `ere.” He looked me up and down. “Barely even a woman. Just out of becoming a girl.”

I didn't like the way he was talking. And the way he was looking at me was almost like animal hunger. Bastard. Scanning the immediate area with my eyes, my gaze landed on a small object beside me. Grabbing it, I flung it towards them as hard as I possibly could, watching as it clattered against the bars. They took a step backwards and looked at me in surprise. I glared at them. “Fuck off.”

There wasn't much else I could say, because a loud sound of a door slamming seemed to shut the entire place up. I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs behind me, so I twisted my body where I sat so I would be able to see.

Two men who looked to be military officials came down the stairs and stood outside my cell, one on each side of the door. I raised an eyebrow, assuming they were there as my guards, which didn't make any sense, since I was locked in anyway.

Apparently I was wrong about them anyway, since they seemed to be escorts to the third man coming down the stairs. I felt my eyes widen, and it took all my self-control not to spit at him as he stood in front of my iron-bar door, the arrogant, self-absorbed bastard that he was. He seemed to take amusement at my obvious anger at seeing him. I practically spat out his name.

“Norrington.”

He smiled, but it looked more like a leer. “Good to see you already know who I am.”

“You bastard. Let me out.”

He shook his head. “I'm afraid that's not possible.”

I was tempted to stand up and punch him, but I wasn't sure how much strength I had. “And why the fuck not?”

He smiled again. “You're guilty of the crimes of piracy.”

Ok, screw my strength. I stood up as fast as I possibly could and stood my ground against him. “What the FUCK are you talking about?!”

He narrowed his eyes, and the two guards on each side of him grabbed their weapons. Norrington waved them off, but he looked down at me menacingly. “I'd watch my tone of voice if I were you madam.”

“Tell your goons to shove off and maybe I will.” Who the fuck was he to tell me what to do?

He looked as if he were going to refuse for a moment, but to my surprise he waved them off. The two didn't look very sure about leaving, but they left their commodore alone and went back up the stairs. Once he was sure they were gone, he turned back to me, obviously a little amused. I couldn't stand it. He had me locked in here like an animal in a zoo that he could just come and see for his own amusement. Bastard.

“Well, now that they're gone, I suppose we can talk bluntly Mrs. Sparrow.”

I glared at him. “Good idea. Why the hell did you bring me here?” I didn't even care why he knew my name…my last name at least.

He turned around and began to examine the weapons on the walls. “I should think that was fairly obvious. To have a way to get to Jack Sparrow.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Wait…there's already a Jack Sparrow here. That's the way it works. And there's a girl here named Rose Charter that he's engaged to. You should be after her, not me.”

He laughed, almost amused. If I could reach that cutlass on the wall, I'd have slit his throat. “I'm afraid you're all wrong. We're not looking for her. We were looking for you, and we got you.”

“You're still making no sense.”

“Where we are right now is the world that YOUR Jack is from. He didn't just pop out of the air you know. He's been missing for months. This isn't the world that Rose and her companions are from. That's a different one, just like yours is.”

“You know about our world?”

“Of course I do. I'm one of the few who do.” He turned around to look at me once more, that amused look still on his ugly face. “And I only assumed that it was where Mr. Sparrow had gone once he had completely disappeared off the face of our earth.”

I crossed my arms, still a little dizzy. “So what do you want with me?”

“Well, Mr. Sparrow is still a dangerous fugitive. We need him behind bars and hanged. Naturally then, we need a way to get him back here without him figuring out what's going on.”

I dropped my arms to my sides in shock. “You kidnapped me…to use me as BAIT for my own husband?!”

“If you want to put it that way…yes.”

That BASTARD! I threw myself at the bars separating him from me, punching and scratching him for all I was worth, doing my best to cause damage to any bit of skin I came in contact with, trying my hardest to kill him from where I was trapped in the cell, reaching between the bars. He yelled for his little minions, who came seconds later, hitting me in the stomach with the bottoms of their rifles, so hard it took my breath away and caused me to fall to the floor.

Sitting there, my arms held around my stomach, I could faintly see Norrington straightening out his wig and yelling at the men to get outside and prepare his carriage or something like that. Before he left he leaned over to look at me. “You forget madam…I have control here over whether or not you live or die. For all they know, you're a pirate, and I can hang you for such crimes. So I'd watch yourself and save us the trouble of finding another way to get Sparrow here. We don't NEED you. Remember that.”

He left. I didn't care. I just kept thinking about what the fuck I'd gotten myself, the rest of them, into. This was a real mess, and I didn't know how to get myself out of it. Going over to the corner of my little cell, I pulled my knees up to my chest, my arms wrapped around my stomach, ignoring the sounds of the prisoners in the cell beside me whistling to that stupid dog. I shut my eyes, giving in to the clouds in my mind caused by my earlier blow to the head, passing out again.

 

 

Gasp…drama! Dun dun dun! And we still don't know what was up with Max! Heh, you get to find out next time, buh byes!