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veronica_rich) wrote2008-06-16 10:23 pm
veronica_rich) wrote2008-06-16 10:23 pm
Drabble - "True Freedom"
Title: "True Freedom"
Rating: PG for violence
Characters: J/E, Will
Disclaimer: POTC. I do not own these characters. I make no profit off their usage.
Summary: Everything has consequences, even when you think nobody is looking.
A/N: Months ago, someone challenged me to write in only 100 words something dark and twisty. Many arcs came to mind, but I thought I'd experiment with the one I haven't seen anyone else tackle. (The OOC factor of this is yours to judge; I like to think it works *only* if ALL three characters shift a little to the left in characterization. And yes, I DO like O. Henry.)
She spotted him in the midst of carnage, Pearl’s deck buckling under cannonfire. “Will!” she yelled, hacking through bodies.
His otherworldly crew was touching fallen souls. “Elizabeth.” He smiled.
“Thank God!” They were losing. But his sword was still sheathed. “A little help?”
“I am.” She gaped. “I am merciful Death.” Calmly, he halted her interruption. “I would not presume to judge your destiny other than you have freely chosen.” He nodded toward Jack, gut being run through on a sword. “Just as he’s chosen his.”
“But my son is here!” Horrified, as enemy hands grabbed her.
“But not mine.”
Rating: PG for violence
Characters: J/E, Will
Disclaimer: POTC. I do not own these characters. I make no profit off their usage.
Summary: Everything has consequences, even when you think nobody is looking.
A/N: Months ago, someone challenged me to write in only 100 words something dark and twisty. Many arcs came to mind, but I thought I'd experiment with the one I haven't seen anyone else tackle. (The OOC factor of this is yours to judge; I like to think it works *only* if ALL three characters shift a little to the left in characterization. And yes, I DO like O. Henry.)
She spotted him in the midst of carnage, Pearl’s deck buckling under cannonfire. “Will!” she yelled, hacking through bodies.
His otherworldly crew was touching fallen souls. “Elizabeth.” He smiled.
“Thank God!” They were losing. But his sword was still sheathed. “A little help?”
“I am.” She gaped. “I am merciful Death.” Calmly, he halted her interruption. “I would not presume to judge your destiny other than you have freely chosen.” He nodded toward Jack, gut being run through on a sword. “Just as he’s chosen his.”
“But my son is here!” Horrified, as enemy hands grabbed her.
“But not mine.”
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