Escape
Title: Escape
Author: rumcolour
Rating: PG (Fancy some dark imagery?)
Pairings: Jack/Pearl ( Heavily inferred ; p )
Word Count: 146
Disclaimer: Although the words to this tale originated from the cavities of my mind, I lay no claim to the characters, nor do I make a profit from this composition.
Summary: Jack does not know where he is. But can he escape?
Notes: This is fairly bizarre. So, with that said, constructive criticism welcome! (haha!)
He did not know where he was. Wind assaulted his skin with daggers of ice. Tears flowed from his bloodshot eyes, transforming his beard from course hair to smooth, imposing icicles. It had been so long since he'd known the day. Hours. Minutes. Seconds.
Rays of gold ceased to exist. Endless iron, darkness, and scampering rodents filled his vision. It had been so long since he'd thought of escape. Sunshine. Pearl. Freedom.
Frenzy snuck up in his periphery. Its mangled hands grasped his soul and through the torrents of ice and gusting pain, unleashed freedom's call. He felt his back ripple with an extraordinary pain. Flesh molded itself into dark and imposing wings. Scattered with holes. Black and torn. Once resurrected, thrice damned, but ungodly beautiful. They captured the hellish wind.
He did not know where he was, but he flew. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. Freedom.
Author: rumcolour
Rating: PG (Fancy some dark imagery?)
Pairings: Jack/Pearl ( Heavily inferred ; p )
Word Count: 146
Disclaimer: Although the words to this tale originated from the cavities of my mind, I lay no claim to the characters, nor do I make a profit from this composition.
Summary: Jack does not know where he is. But can he escape?
Notes: This is fairly bizarre. So, with that said, constructive criticism welcome! (haha!)
He did not know where he was. Wind assaulted his skin with daggers of ice. Tears flowed from his bloodshot eyes, transforming his beard from course hair to smooth, imposing icicles. It had been so long since he'd known the day. Hours. Minutes. Seconds.
Rays of gold ceased to exist. Endless iron, darkness, and scampering rodents filled his vision. It had been so long since he'd thought of escape. Sunshine. Pearl. Freedom.
Frenzy snuck up in his periphery. Its mangled hands grasped his soul and through the torrents of ice and gusting pain, unleashed freedom's call. He felt his back ripple with an extraordinary pain. Flesh molded itself into dark and imposing wings. Scattered with holes. Black and torn. Once resurrected, thrice damned, but ungodly beautiful. They captured the hellish wind.
He did not know where he was, but he flew. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. Freedom.