Some People find the Beauty in all of this #9
Title: Some people find the beauty in all of this
Author: greeneyespurple
Rating: R
Characters: Lord Cutler Beckett, Lady Prudence Beckett, David Mercer
Pairings: Cutler/OC
Summary: "Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer."
~Anne Rice
Warnings: Blood, death, murder
Disclaimer: All PotC characters belong to Disney only; OCs such as Prudence, belong to me.
Author's note: It took me nearly a year to come back to this. But I am hoping that it'll now be regularly until it's end. I'm making the chapters shorter but therefore more frequently. I know I made a huge step in time and I debated for a long time if I should do it or not, but I think it's for the best - hooray for flashbacks! I hope it isn't too confusing and here we go:
Chapter 9 - Nothing
The ship rocked gently, with it the little puddle of blood shifted from one of Prudence’s feet to the other. Frozen she hung over the back of the chair. Red thick rivers running down her back, embracing the steady stream between her thighs and followed it down the cracks of the wood and down into sailor’s cabins. The doctor’s stomach was in knots at the sight of it, but it wouldn’t matter, he’d be dead before he could leave the room.
Prudence didn’t scream when the lump of life was slowly drawn out of her body. If she did, one couldn’t hear it through the gag. Except Cutler and Mercer. The screams of the past children echoing in their heads - loud enough that Cutler could ignore the doctor’s whimpers about losing the mother.
She was the mother of the dead. He was the father of the dieing. But it wasn’t Cutler’s fault. If she hadn’t slept with that damned sailer. It was her fault, he didn’t have any choice but to make an end to it. At least he did it in an act of love, his breeches were proof of it. She wouldn’t die, not his Prudence. If she did, then at least through his hand. He was too drunk for these thoughts. Mercer, take care of this.
~*~*~
In London nobody had seen the Lady Beckett for a full year. Apparently she was ill from the climate change. Beckett’s sailors had said she had never left her chamber and that Mercer would visit her every night and even during the day. Rumor was she wanted a divorce and Beckett wouldn’t let her leave the house. Beckett had asked for an annulment on unknown grounds.
But for once Prudence didn’t react to any rumor, much to the disappointment of the people. What they didn’t know, was that her body had long left the living. Only her mind would return now and then only to punish Cutler with silence and David with every tear she spent. Both of them had forgotten the sound of her voice even before they had made port in London.
Regularly the best doctors of London would attend to her. A little after new year Prudence improved, if reluctantly. Her body came back to it’s full bloom. The doctors had called it a miracle, a sensation of female strength. Never before had they seen anything like it. How lucky Lord Beckett could be to finally have his wife back. The depressions would surely fade once he would reunite with her.
That night Cutler had cried for the first time.
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Author: greeneyespurple
Rating: R
Characters: Lord Cutler Beckett, Lady Prudence Beckett, David Mercer
Pairings: Cutler/OC
Summary: "Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer."
~Anne Rice
Warnings: Blood, death, murder
Disclaimer: All PotC characters belong to Disney only; OCs such as Prudence, belong to me.
Author's note: It took me nearly a year to come back to this. But I am hoping that it'll now be regularly until it's end. I'm making the chapters shorter but therefore more frequently. I know I made a huge step in time and I debated for a long time if I should do it or not, but I think it's for the best - hooray for flashbacks! I hope it isn't too confusing and here we go:
Chapter 9 - Nothing
The ship rocked gently, with it the little puddle of blood shifted from one of Prudence’s feet to the other. Frozen she hung over the back of the chair. Red thick rivers running down her back, embracing the steady stream between her thighs and followed it down the cracks of the wood and down into sailor’s cabins. The doctor’s stomach was in knots at the sight of it, but it wouldn’t matter, he’d be dead before he could leave the room.
Prudence didn’t scream when the lump of life was slowly drawn out of her body. If she did, one couldn’t hear it through the gag. Except Cutler and Mercer. The screams of the past children echoing in their heads - loud enough that Cutler could ignore the doctor’s whimpers about losing the mother.
She was the mother of the dead. He was the father of the dieing. But it wasn’t Cutler’s fault. If she hadn’t slept with that damned sailer. It was her fault, he didn’t have any choice but to make an end to it. At least he did it in an act of love, his breeches were proof of it. She wouldn’t die, not his Prudence. If she did, then at least through his hand. He was too drunk for these thoughts. Mercer, take care of this.
~*~*~
In London nobody had seen the Lady Beckett for a full year. Apparently she was ill from the climate change. Beckett’s sailors had said she had never left her chamber and that Mercer would visit her every night and even during the day. Rumor was she wanted a divorce and Beckett wouldn’t let her leave the house. Beckett had asked for an annulment on unknown grounds.
But for once Prudence didn’t react to any rumor, much to the disappointment of the people. What they didn’t know, was that her body had long left the living. Only her mind would return now and then only to punish Cutler with silence and David with every tear she spent. Both of them had forgotten the sound of her voice even before they had made port in London.
Regularly the best doctors of London would attend to her. A little after new year Prudence improved, if reluctantly. Her body came back to it’s full bloom. The doctors had called it a miracle, a sensation of female strength. Never before had they seen anything like it. How lucky Lord Beckett could be to finally have his wife back. The depressions would surely fade once he would reunite with her.
That night Cutler had cried for the first time.
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