InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Seperation ❯ Chapter 9

*poses* I return! Go me go! Er…more foul language and mature things in this one haha…the situation gets a bit…worse >.< Again.

 

 

Meg's POV

 

When I woke up again, there was slightly more sunlight filtering into the cell, since I'd apparently been passed out all night, and it was now morning. Groaning in protest against the throbbing in my head that still remained, I squinted against the light and looked around me. I'd hoped that this had all been just a bad dream, but I was disappointed to find that it wasn't. I was still in the jail cell, still locked away like a fucking animal, still in Pirates of the Caribbean.

I brushed my hair out of my eyes and looked around me. The other prisoners in the cell beside me were still asleep, so it must be pretty early in the morning. I stood up, testing to see how dizzy I was. I didn't feel so bad anymore, and my head didn't really hurt. The cut on my arm would heal on its own.

I began to circle the small cell. It was the beginning of an activity I'd do for a long time yet, having nothing else to do to pass the time. I didn't speak to the other prisoners. I had nothing to say to them, and I didn't even want them to speak at all, let alone look at me. I felt violated just under their gaze. I'd come to the conclusion that most of the women of their times didn't exactly dress the same as I did, and the tank top was a little too much for them to handle. They could go fuck the dog then. I didn't even get close to the wall of bars separating us.

I didn't see Norrington again after that first visit. And I didn't give a shit. He could rot in hell for all I cared. Stupid bastard, kidnapping someone just so he could keep his reputation of cleaning out the Caribbean of any type of pirate. Which made no sense to me anyway, since Jack wasn't even IN the fucking Caribbean anymore. He was living with me, and at the moment I'd give anything in the world to get back there with him.

Through that long, pointless day I thought of nothing except how I could get out of there. I thought about the bone thing that Jack had tried, but only after I'd searched the floor of my cell completely did I notice that the thing I'd thrown at the other prisoners yesterday to get them to stop staring at me was in fact the bone. And there was no way in hell that I was going to ask them for it, let alone getting close enough to them so they could give it to me.

The only way I could tell time was the small box of sunlight on the floor caused by the tiny window of the cell, moving across the room as the sun set. By about noon I was ready to sell my right kidney for a watch.

When night came, I was thoroughly pissed off…and never mind that, pretty hungry. I hadn't been given anything, and hadn't eaten or drank anything since that sip of pop before I'd been knocked out. I received another blow to the stomach when I started bitching about the other prisoners getting bread and water, and me nothing. I didn't care. They could hit me all they wanted, but I wasn't just going to sit here quietly and WAIT for their little plan to play out.

It took a while into the night, but I finally fell asleep. I slept on the little wooden bench made of rotting wood, curled up as small as I could to keep warm. It may have been the Caribbean, but fuck, it got cold at night in that prison.

I didn't exactly know the time, but I knew it was late when a noise caused my eyes to flutter slowly open. Moonlight spilled into the cell, giving it an eerie glow. There were dark shapes moving outside the door to my cell, and I raised my head a little off of the wooden plank I was laying on.

They were unlocking my cell door.

I sat up fully, resting all my weight on my hand, trying to see who was there. I didn't see why Norrington would be having it unlocked in the middle of the night, or why any of the guards in general would be doing that. Being the only woman in the prison however, I instantly put up my guard and was ready to hit anyone who came near me where it would hurt BADLY.

The door opened only a little before someone lit a torch. The first thing I saw when that happened wasn't who had opened it, but something on the floor right nearby. Three guards, all of the ones who had been guarding the place…laying on the ground with their throats slit. I knew the method, Jack had taught me about it once. If you come up behind someone and hold the blade tightly against their neck so they can't talk, and at the same time pulling it across to kill them, then they'll die without a sound, without a scream.

This was obviously what had happened to the guards, and just while I was thinking about how stupid they were to turn their backs to the door, I remembered the figures opening my cell door…a little too late.

A dark figure stood in front of me, undistinguishable since the light from the torch being held behind him made him hard to see.

“'Ello poppet.”

 

 

 

There wasn't much light when I opened my eyes again. I was getting REALLY fucking tired of either passing out or being knocked out all the time. It probably wasn't doing much for the lump on my head that was causing the floor to swoop underneath me either.

…Or…

Was the floor swooping ON ITS OWN?! MOTHER FUCKER!

I sat up and looked around me. I was still in a cell, but this one was different. It was smaller for one thing, and there was no wall of stone beside me; it was made of wood. The floor was slimy and damp, and the bars surrounding me looked like they were rusting, but when I threw my entire body weight against them to try and break free, they held strong. There was no light down here either, so it was a lot darker than I really felt comfortable in, the only light coming through a small hole in the wooden wall. I had a horrible sinking feeling in my stomach, since I thought I knew where I was, but I looked out the hole anyway, just to see where I was.

And of course just because fate LOVES me, I saw what I had expected, damn it all.

Water. All I could see out that tiny hole was water, water and MORE FUCKING WATER.

I slumped down on the floor, cursing under my breath. Fucking ship. Fucking alternate universe. Fucking pain in my head. Fucking cell. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! ((I really hope Sarah reads this haha. =P))

I sat there for God knows how long, getting more and more pissed off by the hour. There were no other prisoners there with me this time, so I couldn't rant to anyone, and the only sounds I heard were that of the waves lapping up against the side of the ship, which were slowly driving me crazy. Never changing…nothing ever changed in this stupid cell, this STUPID ship.

Well, that wasn't completely true. I figured that I'd love being on the ship under normal circumstances, you know, being able to walk freely around it and stuff. But hell, being locked in one place, any place, was enough to drive someone crazy, if not bore them to death. This was killing me slowly. And besides that I hadn't eaten or drank anything in about two days, so I was starting to get a bit light-headed.

The cell was dark before I even saw anyone. I heard them before I saw them, because I'd actually fallen asleep on the cold damp wooden floor, my head leaning against the wooden hull of the ship. They made a hell of a lot of noise coming down the stairs, so I was well awake by the time they were in front of my pathetic little cell.

Three of them came, but I knew for a fact that there was more. These pirates were more than likely complete idiots. They couldn't possibly control a ship with only three men. Intelligent people could. It had been proven. Just not them.

Two of them were of the same height, and the one between them was shorter, one of the taller ones being of darker skin. They didn't say anything at first…I think now, looking back, that they were waiting for a response from me, to make sure I was awake, or even alive. I remember that their outlines were a bit blurry, since I had begun to get dizzy from lack of food by then.

The conversation that followed was pretty much the same one that I'd had to endure already with Norrington. “Perfect,” I muttered under my breath. “I married the Caribbean's Most Wanted.”

That was the first time they came into my cell. I pulled my knees up to my chest, tightly, not trusting them at all. The first blow was the worst, since I wasn't used to it yet. Eventually I lost the ability to see what was going on, to feel them hitting me. When they left I don't remember crying. Through it all, I don't remember crying once. I refused to show that weakness, even when I was in so much pain I could barely move. I feared the show of tears would bring down more of their wrath.

Not much I can tell after that. I remember being fed three times, just three times in the few days that I was there, probably around a week. They gave me this long-stale, molding bread, but I was in no position to be picky. Along with the bitter tasting sour wine they brought me, I devoured it. Trust me, you would too when you hadn't seen food in three days.

I stopped talking on my third day there. I'd learned by then. Any backtalk from me would get me another round of fists in the face, more slashing with blood-stained knives to my arms, stomach and sides, any flesh they could get at through my attempts to stop them, causing my life blood to spill down my own now-filthy skin, only to dry over the cuts and be reopened again when the mood struck the next pirate who felt like taking his anger out on his enemy's wife. I was getting sick and tired of being bait, but deep down I knew that the longer I was there, it meant that Jack still hadn't shown up, that he was still alive. It was the last bit of comfort I had left.

I couldn't see I was so dizzy most of the time, couldn't breathe properly sometimes after a hard kick in the chest, rarely stood up because the injuries all over simply wouldn't allow me to do that without severe pain. I wished for death. I wished we'd sink so I could drown. I wished they'd just give up on me someday, get annoyed and just kill me. I'd never been so low in my life. I wanted to die, simply to die. Anything was better than this.

 

I don't know how many days it was until the worst one yet. I'd fallen asleep, a blessing now in my opinion. I couldn't feel anything when I slept, couldn't remember anything about where I was. I could dream, and I dreamt of a small apartment, a group of laughing friends, someone who loved me more than anyone had before. When I was shaken awake, it all seemed just like that…a dream. It was then I considered for the first time taking the weapon at the pirate's belt in front of me and slicing not his neck, but my own. The look on his face that I saw while he looked down at my obviously helpless form, how I didn't have any strength to fight back was enough to make me just want to die now before it got worse. Just that look and I knew what he had planned. I needed to get out of there. But I could barely lift my head, never mind get away.

 

 

 

Dun dun dunnn….told you it was mature. Not as bad as I had it pictured in my mind, but hey, some things just shouldn't be put on paper. There are innocents like Sarah out there. Heh, I was listening to Mad World while I wrote this…it's good for the whole `desperate situation' mood. Off I go to write the others while listening to it too! Haha, ta!