Hate, With Passion (Editing)

Chapter ~ Five: Pirate, with Sympathy

Hey everyone nothing major happend here, though I like the ending of this chapter. He he he I hope you guys like it too! I do not want my main character to speak pirate ok and I am not sure exactly what era my story is so just go with the flow with whatever I throw in yeahhhhh

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HERE IS CHAPTER FIVE

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Dark, nothing, it was peaceful, yet creepy. Sight, sound, and touch. Emptiness, blackness; inviting and comfortable but intimidating as well. Everything lost to me, me? Where was I? I tried to think then images flashed through my mind, horrible images of a Man in my room.

 I came crashing back down to reality, the sight of my dark room, the sound of his mocking voice, the touch of the knife and... blood. My eye lids were heavy and I noticed my eyes were closed. I tried to pull them open, but they did not obey. Pain, smell, taste, fear, everything hit me like a tidal wave.

 I tried to move something, anything to signal that I was alive. It was a struggle and much energy was needed for me to move my fingers. Numb fingers. My shoulders ached and my head throbbed like a beating heart. I could feel that I was leaning on something, something hard and cold. A wall. My chin scraped against my collar bone, causing a stiff neck.

 This time I forced my eyes open. A blur of darkness and light swirled together, making me blink a few times. I adjusted to the dim lighting and peered through my hair that shadowed my face. Metal bars blocked my view. Confused I crawled towards them. They were bolted on to a metal frame that ran around in a box shape around me.

I gasped at the sudden realisation. I was in a cage.

 I jumped up, only to sway to the sides as the blood rushed to my head. I stood up too fast. I sat back down again and tried to clear my head.

 One minute I was in my room, the next I was . . . here. Wherever here is? I tried to focus on my surroundings. I noticed the room was made from wood and there was little furnishing; a small chair and table with candles and keys on it. The keys must be for the cage. I stuck my hand out and reached for them but my arm was not long enough, my fingers could merely touch the table.

 I frowned, why was I here? I was surprisingly calm about this, in fact I felt tired more than anything. Like as though my spirit and determination had been drained out of me. I sat back down on the cold floor and closed my eyes. I felt like I was swaying from side to side, soft and gentle. Like I was rocking, it almost put me to sleep until I jerked. It hit me that I was on a boat!

 Before I could think of anything else, I heard loud thumps coming from the wooden door. Someone was coming. I hope it was not him, the evil prisoner. Who knows what would happen to me if I he saw I was awake now. I returned to my sleeping position quickly by curtaining my face with my hair, and calming my breathing.

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 I dragged Percy down the stairs; I had to show him what I had done. My hand was gripped on his arm tightly and he stumbled behind with his limped leg. It hurt him to be dragged around, but I needed him to know. It would not sit well with him if he happened to tumble on it without me informing him.

 Percy grunted, irritated at my roughness. I swung open the door and marched in. I let go of his arm and stood near the cage.

 Percy gazed over at what was inside the cage and his jaw dropped to the floor.  After a few minutes of him just staring deeply and his mouth wide open, I coughed loudly.

 "I know what you are thinking" I spoke slowly, watching him carefully.

 Suddenly his face expressed many emotions, pain, pity, sorrow and most of all anger. His face started to crease into a massive frown. Rage was flaring inside his eyes, at me.