Once Upon A Pirate's Quest 3/?
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katleeptWorking Title: Once Upon A Pirate's Quest
Author: Kat Lee and Captain Black Jack Andrew Lee
Fandoms: Once Upon A Time, Pirates of the Caribbean, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Charmed, Smallville, and X-Men with more to come
Characters/Pairings: Captain Hook, Rumplestiltskin, Ariel, Captain Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, Faith, Cole Turner, Prue Halliwell, Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Kurt Wagner, and Logan/Wolverine with more to come
Rating: R/M
Warning(s): Alternate Universe, character deaths, graphic sex and violence scenes, and non-con
Word Count: 1,280 for this chapter; 3,581 posted so far
Summary: When Captain Hook and friends are set on the run, he sends for an old friend from his past.
Disclaimer: All characters unless otherwise stated, poetry verses, and song lyrics used within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Brendan Richards belongs to Kat Lee and may not be used without the author's express permission.
Previous Chapters: Prologue, 1, 2
She's seen a lot of strange things in her days, short though they may have been, but she's never seen anything quite like this. The man flying high above the port into which they've just arrived might have looked almost normal, if he hadn't been throwing glowing balls of some kind of power or had not been so full of rage. She's seen such rage on only two other individuals her entire life. Oddly enough, she now calls one an ally, but the other has his name etched on her sword.
She swings her cannon to face the stranger as another of the balls he's thrown impacts the water where her Captain and several of her crew mates have dived. As swift as a whistle, she lets three balls fly. The first two miss their mark, but the third hits him straight. He flies backwards but somehow manages to keep in the night air.
"Bastard got lucky," she growls, dark brown eyes flashing, "but we got 'im once an' we'll get 'im again! Come on, Luthor! Keep 'em comin'! We're gonna nail his ass!" As fast as her assistant loads the cannonballs, she fires them.
She grins as she watches them going at the Wizard, confident they'll hit their mark dead on, but a single wave of his hand vanishes her grin and sends her diving on top of Luthor. "SHITT! INCOMING!"
=^.^=
Meanwhile, in the ocean, Killian Jones and his two friends have found the current to be very strong. The woman's kicking strongly against the water when it tears the blonde hair from her head. She reaches for it, knowing the disguise is needed though unwanted, but it slips away as a pair of muscular arms surround her. Even in the water, her sense of smell can not be denied, and she knows immediately what holds her.
Her elbows swing back, hitting the Demon who's grabbed her and knocking him backwards into the current. She hisses, her fangs glistening in the watery darkness. "Demon!" she seethes, and immediately regrets the motion as water rushes into her lungs. She shuts her mouth, but the damage is already done.
Her insides are burning when another hand grabs her arm. She urgently looks at the man who now holds her. She relaxes a little, seeing he's a friend, but notices immediately that, like herself, his disguise is gone. Their eyes agree nothing about this situation is good, but they have to get to the surface if they're going to stand a fighting chance.
Swimming upwards, they break onto the surface of the water together. She spews water. "Hey, sister, watch it! I didn't save you so you could spit on me!"
She laughs, something that very few of her friends can make her do in such a dire situation. Indeed, there's only one other who can do it, and her heart aches with her fear that she'll never see her again. "That was a Demon!" she tells him as soon as she's able to speak.
"I know, and here comes another one of his pets!" Grumpy pulls his dagger as a blue-furred creature with yellow eyes, fangs, and a pointed tail swimming their way nears. The woman turns to face the Demon beside the Dwarf, her hair bristling and her own fangs bared.
=^.^=
It had all happened too fast for even his reactions. They had come into port in the midst of a magical attack or, more aptly, a barrage of fireballs exploding onto the three people he presumed they were coming to rescue. He had been about to join the others in the water when their gunner had made her first strike on the enemy. His return fire had both been unexpected and too swift for the girl to get out of the way in time.
The smoke has not yet cleared when another fireball hurtles through the air. Spotting it in time to note its course, Brendan dives across the deck. His body slams into Prue's as he throws them both over the railing. The Pearl is smoking before they even hit the water in the spot where Prue just stood not a heartbeat before.
She had not seen the fireball coming at her, but suddenly, Prue found herself in two strong arms. She struggles to breathe as the breath is knocked from her body, and then she realizes she's totally wet! She clutches him to her, her arms tight around his neck, as her fear of the water outweighs everything else. Loud cannons crash all around.
She can hear people screaming and knows they're dying, but as her mind tries to flash back to another time when she heard similar cries, Prue realizes that whoever holds her has saved her life. She opens her eyes and is surprised at the identity of the man holding her: the quiet one, the Captain's adopted brother, the one who made her heart beat a little faster every time she saw him! "Don't let go!" she begs, her voice somewhere between a whispered plea and a frantic cry.
"I WON'T!" he promises her above the roar of the fire and crashing waves. Her fingernails are bringing blood from his skin, and there's blood in the water rushing around their legs. Through it all, he can smell the girl's fear, but it is the sweet scent of the blood that lulls his attention back to the battle.
Demons are coming. He can smell every one of them. The crew needs him. Jack needs him! But the blood sings a song that sways his pointy ears and begins a burning deep in a soul that they never could quite beat out of him. "You need to go!" he tries to tell Prue as fur begins to grow over his flesh. "Get to the shore! I'm sorry, but I -- I can't -- "
"I can't be your hero!" he manages to cry just as his mouth becomes a snout. His words become a primitive howl. His fangs gnash at the empty air upon which the scent of blood runs high. The last thought of the man is that he can never be any one's hero for he always will be a monster just before that monster finishes revealing itself . . .
=^.^=
Another shockwave trembles through the ocean, and Wolverine moves closer to Jack. He doesn't want to lose his son in the middle of this chaos. The ocean is so thick with fish trying to flee the aftermath that Jack almost misses the Demons. They're upon Wolverine and himself so quickly they almost have them, but they aren't ready for the Wolverine!
Jack can not hear the distinctive snikt his father's claws make, but he sees them pop out
as he attacks the Demons. Blood swirls in the water, and he prays it is not his father's. Staying out of his father's claws' way, he pulls a long knife from his boot and immediately begins plunging it into one Demon after another. He's so busy fighting the Demons swimming at him from left and right that he doesn't see the menacing reflection in his dagger's mean blade as another comes from behind him.
=^.^=
Aboard the Pearl, Clark is standing on the deck, looking towards the water as another bolt hits the mainsail, ripping it in two. He sees dark, billowing clouds roiling around what appears to him to be a gigantic face of the ugliest creature he has ever seen. Still clutching his hammer, he turns his vision on the head until it is a glowing, red hot. He takes careful aim for the nose of the creature's face and then lets it go............
To Be Continued . . .
Author: Kat Lee and Captain Black Jack Andrew Lee
Fandoms: Once Upon A Time, Pirates of the Caribbean, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Charmed, Smallville, and X-Men with more to come
Characters/Pairings: Captain Hook, Rumplestiltskin, Ariel, Captain Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, Faith, Cole Turner, Prue Halliwell, Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Kurt Wagner, and Logan/Wolverine with more to come
Rating: R/M
Warning(s): Alternate Universe, character deaths, graphic sex and violence scenes, and non-con
Word Count: 1,280 for this chapter; 3,581 posted so far
Summary: When Captain Hook and friends are set on the run, he sends for an old friend from his past.
Disclaimer: All characters unless otherwise stated, poetry verses, and song lyrics used within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Brendan Richards belongs to Kat Lee and may not be used without the author's express permission.
Previous Chapters: Prologue, 1, 2
She's seen a lot of strange things in her days, short though they may have been, but she's never seen anything quite like this. The man flying high above the port into which they've just arrived might have looked almost normal, if he hadn't been throwing glowing balls of some kind of power or had not been so full of rage. She's seen such rage on only two other individuals her entire life. Oddly enough, she now calls one an ally, but the other has his name etched on her sword.
She swings her cannon to face the stranger as another of the balls he's thrown impacts the water where her Captain and several of her crew mates have dived. As swift as a whistle, she lets three balls fly. The first two miss their mark, but the third hits him straight. He flies backwards but somehow manages to keep in the night air.
"Bastard got lucky," she growls, dark brown eyes flashing, "but we got 'im once an' we'll get 'im again! Come on, Luthor! Keep 'em comin'! We're gonna nail his ass!" As fast as her assistant loads the cannonballs, she fires them.
She grins as she watches them going at the Wizard, confident they'll hit their mark dead on, but a single wave of his hand vanishes her grin and sends her diving on top of Luthor. "SHITT! INCOMING!"
=^.^=
Meanwhile, in the ocean, Killian Jones and his two friends have found the current to be very strong. The woman's kicking strongly against the water when it tears the blonde hair from her head. She reaches for it, knowing the disguise is needed though unwanted, but it slips away as a pair of muscular arms surround her. Even in the water, her sense of smell can not be denied, and she knows immediately what holds her.
Her elbows swing back, hitting the Demon who's grabbed her and knocking him backwards into the current. She hisses, her fangs glistening in the watery darkness. "Demon!" she seethes, and immediately regrets the motion as water rushes into her lungs. She shuts her mouth, but the damage is already done.
Her insides are burning when another hand grabs her arm. She urgently looks at the man who now holds her. She relaxes a little, seeing he's a friend, but notices immediately that, like herself, his disguise is gone. Their eyes agree nothing about this situation is good, but they have to get to the surface if they're going to stand a fighting chance.
Swimming upwards, they break onto the surface of the water together. She spews water. "Hey, sister, watch it! I didn't save you so you could spit on me!"
She laughs, something that very few of her friends can make her do in such a dire situation. Indeed, there's only one other who can do it, and her heart aches with her fear that she'll never see her again. "That was a Demon!" she tells him as soon as she's able to speak.
"I know, and here comes another one of his pets!" Grumpy pulls his dagger as a blue-furred creature with yellow eyes, fangs, and a pointed tail swimming their way nears. The woman turns to face the Demon beside the Dwarf, her hair bristling and her own fangs bared.
=^.^=
It had all happened too fast for even his reactions. They had come into port in the midst of a magical attack or, more aptly, a barrage of fireballs exploding onto the three people he presumed they were coming to rescue. He had been about to join the others in the water when their gunner had made her first strike on the enemy. His return fire had both been unexpected and too swift for the girl to get out of the way in time.
The smoke has not yet cleared when another fireball hurtles through the air. Spotting it in time to note its course, Brendan dives across the deck. His body slams into Prue's as he throws them both over the railing. The Pearl is smoking before they even hit the water in the spot where Prue just stood not a heartbeat before.
She had not seen the fireball coming at her, but suddenly, Prue found herself in two strong arms. She struggles to breathe as the breath is knocked from her body, and then she realizes she's totally wet! She clutches him to her, her arms tight around his neck, as her fear of the water outweighs everything else. Loud cannons crash all around.
She can hear people screaming and knows they're dying, but as her mind tries to flash back to another time when she heard similar cries, Prue realizes that whoever holds her has saved her life. She opens her eyes and is surprised at the identity of the man holding her: the quiet one, the Captain's adopted brother, the one who made her heart beat a little faster every time she saw him! "Don't let go!" she begs, her voice somewhere between a whispered plea and a frantic cry.
"I WON'T!" he promises her above the roar of the fire and crashing waves. Her fingernails are bringing blood from his skin, and there's blood in the water rushing around their legs. Through it all, he can smell the girl's fear, but it is the sweet scent of the blood that lulls his attention back to the battle.
Demons are coming. He can smell every one of them. The crew needs him. Jack needs him! But the blood sings a song that sways his pointy ears and begins a burning deep in a soul that they never could quite beat out of him. "You need to go!" he tries to tell Prue as fur begins to grow over his flesh. "Get to the shore! I'm sorry, but I -- I can't -- "
"I can't be your hero!" he manages to cry just as his mouth becomes a snout. His words become a primitive howl. His fangs gnash at the empty air upon which the scent of blood runs high. The last thought of the man is that he can never be any one's hero for he always will be a monster just before that monster finishes revealing itself . . .
=^.^=
Another shockwave trembles through the ocean, and Wolverine moves closer to Jack. He doesn't want to lose his son in the middle of this chaos. The ocean is so thick with fish trying to flee the aftermath that Jack almost misses the Demons. They're upon Wolverine and himself so quickly they almost have them, but they aren't ready for the Wolverine!
Jack can not hear the distinctive snikt his father's claws make, but he sees them pop out
as he attacks the Demons. Blood swirls in the water, and he prays it is not his father's. Staying out of his father's claws' way, he pulls a long knife from his boot and immediately begins plunging it into one Demon after another. He's so busy fighting the Demons swimming at him from left and right that he doesn't see the menacing reflection in his dagger's mean blade as another comes from behind him.
=^.^=
Aboard the Pearl, Clark is standing on the deck, looking towards the water as another bolt hits the mainsail, ripping it in two. He sees dark, billowing clouds roiling around what appears to him to be a gigantic face of the ugliest creature he has ever seen. Still clutching his hammer, he turns his vision on the head until it is a glowing, red hot. He takes careful aim for the nose of the creature's face and then lets it go............
To Be Continued . . .
