The Black Teeth

XX - Wes

"Remember what I told you if you lied?"

"You don't fucking dare."

"Ah, wait. Let's talk a little more. Why was he seen with an older man. He was spotted near 4th Harbour. What are his plans there?" Hardam's voice was bold.

"I have no idea."

"You have one more chance. What, is, he, doing?" His face was practically on Wes's. His breath warm and discomforting. Wes dared not break eye contact.

"I told you dumbass. I have no god damned clue, but I'm sure another slit on my body may prove my point?"

"No." Hardam was holding words on his tongue. "But one on Jasmines might."

"Bring her here, and I'll make sure your dead after I'm out of these cuffs."

"That's the thing Wes, I don't expect you'll ever come to see yourself out of those." He gestured to the cuffs holding Wes to the wall and gave a small chuckle. "Bring her here."

Moments passed of silence. Hardam walking back and forth, the pain of Wes's wrists in the cuffs, and his crave for anything to eat.

"It shouldn't be taking this long." Hardam mumbled.

"Oh did your plan come to end. What a shame, I was really hoping I was going to be the one to put a hole in your chest." Wes mocked.

"You. I've had enough of you!" A fist made contact with his jaw, another to his abdomen, and the final mirrored from the last. He squealed from the pain and spat a horrible pile of blood onto the ground. One thing he wasn't expected was the release of him from the cuffs. He hit the ground instantly as his body gave out and he made no effort to get up. He looked Hardam in the eyes, the ones that looked him back, fear and force reflecting. Wes felt every bone in his body broken, every muscle tore, and every tear shed. He coughed more blood. He killed many people, "is this how they felt?"
Hardam reloaded a pistol with multiple bullets, and placed in on the table nearby.

"Don't think I won't fucking shoot it." The whispered voice haunted him. Shivers crawled his spine, or rather what was left.

Wes's eyes began to fade, his vision blurred and began darkening. He forced them open with everything, he couldn't die now. He pained everywhere, he couldn't battle it much longer. The door burst open and a knife immediately pressed against Hardam's throat. Jasmine.

~~

Wes woke in a very uncomfortable hay bed. He looked around, his neck pained as he did so, but he pushed through it. A small wooden shed-like room. A small lantern hung from a rusted chain in the ceiling, which looked like it could crash down any time. He tried to push himself up, in which more sharp pains forced him back into into a immobile state. He sighed a breath of pain.

The door handle turned and came in Jasmine.

"Oh Wes your up." She knelt down beside him, and placed a small glass of water next to him.

"Where's that fucking bastard?"

"Easy easy. Don't worry about him now. I've dealt with them."

"Where. Is. He?" He said it through gritted teeth. He didn't mean to come across that way towards her. After all, she did help him. "Sorry."

"It's alright Wes." She rested a hand on him. "He's locked and chained in a room. The others either jumped ship or I sent them on as raft."

"How are you feeling? I've found some medicine in my he hospital wing. It should start kicking in soon." She brushed his brown hair out of his eyes, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Wes looked Jasmine in her elegant eyes. He would do anything for her.

"When is this over?" Wes sighed and threw his hands to his eyes, which hurt like hell.

"Soon. Till then, we keep sail. Luckily if anything happens, I've also locked up the captain. We're on our way back to Bliskam."

Silence broke out. Emotions filled the room.

"I love you Jasmine." An awkward way to brake the silence. They shared another long stare.

"I love you too Wes. Just rest. I'll keep checking in on you. I'll be in the library."

She exited the room leaving him happy and giddy. Jasmine was right, the medicine was as working, but he still felt like shit. He closed his eyes, and fell into another uneasy sleep.

~~

He fell to the ground. His skin bleeding and hurt.   He looked up, and felt the sharp pains throughout his body. Every thought, care, idea, crushed. His vision faded. He was falling. Somewhere. Impact didn't hurt, but the ground was cold. He couldn't see, everything was blurry. He got up-

"Wes!" a scream.

"He walked. His eyes got better as he went. He was on a dock, the smell of ocean, and old vegetation."

He shook to wake.

"Fucking shit. Fucking shit. Fuc-" Jasmine's arms  wrapped around him. He was sweating. "What hap- what happened Wes?"

"He's alive Jasmine." Wes said through stunned breaths.

"Wes your okay, your with me." She was tears poured out of her eyes.

"Jasmine! Clyde! He's not dead."

"What do you mean?" Her sobs slowed.

"The dream. I saw things. Whatever it is, he's alive, somewhere. I was somewhere- where... where was I?" He had forgot.

"It's okay Wes. This can wait till tomorrow. For now, get some sleep. Hopefully good this time. I'll stay with you."

He locked her fingers into his as she sat beside him.

"We'll get through this Wes. Together."

"Together?" His eyes met hers. Shining beautifully.

"Together." She promised. And with that, he fell into an actual, easy sleep.