The Captain (Drabble)
Title: The Captain (drabble)
Author: x_lostinstereo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Zalex
Summary: He had never been comfortable watching someone die but now the idea was inconceivable.
POV: 3rd focused on Alex.
Disclaimer: Lies! All lies! The title belongs to Biffy Clyro. The song gave me the idea. Yes. Pirates. The cut is the number of the prompt that also helped inspire me.
Author's Notes: I wanted to write something which portrayed Zack as a somewhat antagonistic character (coz really, how often does that happen?). I wrote this in work tonight and thought I'd share. Very short but I hope you like it:)
The sun hung high in the sky over the crowded town square, the day ironically beautiful for being the scene of someone's looming death.
The "event" had gathered what appeared to be the whole town - a macabre form of entertainment in their otherwise mundane lives.
The only one could not enjoy the festivities, was a young man standing on a balcony that overlooked the square.
He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, beads of sweat present on his upper lip, his eyes never leaving the raised wooden platform at the centre where a hangman's noose swung lazily in the wind.
He had never been comfortable watching someone die but now the idea was inconceivable.
The thought was ridiculous. He should have been happy to see his captor die. The person who had kidnapped him from his home in the midst of an attack - his body had been whipped, ravaged, abused time and time again and yet he couldn't bring himself to hate the man who had been the cause.
The bruises were still visible on his pale skin, his back still scarred with deep welts.
"Alex..." the voice replayed in his head, "...when you're on my ship, I have to treat you like I'd treat anyone else."
His heart still burst with longing at the memory of those hands on him, grasping his hips...capable of being so gentle even with the callouses.
His parents stood protectively at either side of him. They hadn't let him out of his sight since he had been "rescued". They had sent him to a specialist who had said these feelings, these deep-seated feelings were fabricated. The pirate had used subtle manipulation of his emotions drawn from the hopelessness of the situation that he had found himself in.
Hardly love. Hardly forgiveness. It was almost seen as an ailment.
And yet...no matter how many times he tried to tell himself that the doctor was making sense, that he shouldn't be forgiving, he shouldn't long to be in the embrace of the scoundrel who did those unspeakable things to him...
...He just couldn't bring himself to hate Zachary Merrick.
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Author: x_lostinstereo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Zalex
Summary: He had never been comfortable watching someone die but now the idea was inconceivable.
POV: 3rd focused on Alex.
Disclaimer: Lies! All lies! The title belongs to Biffy Clyro. The song gave me the idea. Yes. Pirates. The cut is the number of the prompt that also helped inspire me.
Author's Notes: I wanted to write something which portrayed Zack as a somewhat antagonistic character (coz really, how often does that happen?). I wrote this in work tonight and thought I'd share. Very short but I hope you like it:)
The sun hung high in the sky over the crowded town square, the day ironically beautiful for being the scene of someone's looming death.
The "event" had gathered what appeared to be the whole town - a macabre form of entertainment in their otherwise mundane lives.
The only one could not enjoy the festivities, was a young man standing on a balcony that overlooked the square.
He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, beads of sweat present on his upper lip, his eyes never leaving the raised wooden platform at the centre where a hangman's noose swung lazily in the wind.
He had never been comfortable watching someone die but now the idea was inconceivable.
The thought was ridiculous. He should have been happy to see his captor die. The person who had kidnapped him from his home in the midst of an attack - his body had been whipped, ravaged, abused time and time again and yet he couldn't bring himself to hate the man who had been the cause.
The bruises were still visible on his pale skin, his back still scarred with deep welts.
"Alex..." the voice replayed in his head, "...when you're on my ship, I have to treat you like I'd treat anyone else."
His heart still burst with longing at the memory of those hands on him, grasping his hips...capable of being so gentle even with the callouses.
His parents stood protectively at either side of him. They hadn't let him out of his sight since he had been "rescued". They had sent him to a specialist who had said these feelings, these deep-seated feelings were fabricated. The pirate had used subtle manipulation of his emotions drawn from the hopelessness of the situation that he had found himself in.
Hardly love. Hardly forgiveness. It was almost seen as an ailment.
And yet...no matter how many times he tried to tell himself that the doctor was making sense, that he shouldn't be forgiving, he shouldn't long to be in the embrace of the scoundrel who did those unspeakable things to him...
...He just couldn't bring himself to hate Zachary Merrick.
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