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[SECRET SANTA FIC] UNCHARTED Chapter 3
TITLE: UNCHARTED Chapter 3
AUTHOR:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sillyjasdero
RECIPIENT:wishfull2
GENRE: Adventure, Fantasy, Romance
RATING: T
WARNINGS: language, some violence
SUMMARY: prompt was Marine Alfred and Pirate Arthur, from enemies to lovers
Previous Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1107106.html
CHAPTER 3
He was slammed onto a table and when it had proved to be frail, his back had met the floor. Disoriented, he was given only a few seconds to breathe precious oxygen into his lungs before he was hauled to his feet and attacked once more. This time, his enemy’s bald head greeted his cheekbone. It was a good thing that he had managed to jerk his head away at the last moment. The porter had wanted to give him a broken nose.
Bloody bastard.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Every sound was magnified.
The crowd chanted. His enemy roared. His heart thundered in his chest. The adrenaline rushed through his veins, pounded in his ears.
The cut on his face sang.
His blood screamed.
He was getting excited.
The bigger man tried to pull him by the collar to throw him bodily once more. He fought against the hold. They scuffled. His enemy strangled him with one beefy arm. He smashed his knee against the man’s side.
A fist swung forcefully.
The porter collapsed to the ground.
The chanting stopped.
No one dared to breathe as everybody watched the huge man choke on his own teeth and blood.
The cloaked man, panting slightly, smirked.
“Do forgive me, but I seem to have forgotten your speech earlier.” He began and deliberately stepped towards the porter on the floor.
“What were you saying about shark food?”
He was answered by a snarl.
In an instant, the porter was back on his feet. With a mighty roar he lunged, which the smaller man easily sidestepped. The porter crashed onto the floor once more. The crowd started chanting again, but this time, calls for bets rang louder in the air.
After the bigger man decided to get up again, there was a great change in the brawl’s development. Each of his blows were either gracefully evaded or returned with great force. Every minor slip by each participant proved to be costly. The porter’s huge build and strength and the cloaked man’s small frame and speed made them an equal match.
But then again, neither of them was told not to play dirty.
The close-quarter combat ceased when the cloaked man succeeded in lobbing his bigger opponent onto a table with a resounding crash. Cheers erupted from the members of the crowd who had placed bets on the smaller man. The porter on the floor looked like he wasn’t getting up any time soon.
Triumphant and smirking from ear to ear, the cloaked man made his way to Natalya.
But never reached her.
Instead, he was spun around and a liquid substance was splashed onto his face, making his eyes burn. He hissed in pain.
“Not so cocky now, are ye?”
Beer.
The bloody retard splashed bloody beer onto his eyes.
He was really going to kill the giant oaf now.
The audience’s chanting resounded in his head once again, now that they realized it wasn’t over yet. He was again slammed onto hard wood, his opponent’s beefy hand fixed upon his throat. The porter started squeezing the life out of him.
“—fucking beer for heaven’s sake!”
“—he’s gonna kill him!”
Stars exploded beneath his closed eyelids and if his impaired hearing was any proof, it probably meant he was dying. His eyes stung and he had cuts and bruises and his fists swelled in abuse, but all of the pain were fading, throbbing only dully. He was being strangled to death after a very, very disgraceful trick. He felt his heart wanting to burst with rage.
No matter what he had promised, he wasn’t going to die shamefully like this.
With a flick of his wrist, a concealed dagger emerged from beneath his sleeve.
“ALFRED!!!”
He felt something slam onto the huge man throttling him and when it did, all of them tumbled to the floor. Opening one still hurting eye, he realized it was another man wrestling the porter to the ground. Blood rushed to his head and his ire tripled. He would have sliced his palm open had he not retracted the blade in time.
Stupid meddlesome git.
“RUN!” the said git yelled, turning to him.
He twitched.
He opened his mouth to yell a nasty retort back at the man but soft hands pulled him back. He looked up to see Natalya urging him to stand up, her eyes glinting in urgency. The people around them had started shouting their disapproval.
“No fair man!”
“Yeah! No fair!”
“Tha’ was supposed to be me win!”
In one motion, the crowd surrounding them dived and joined the fray. He found himself buried underneath flailing limbs. Natalya was pulled under too.
“Alfred!”
“Jones, you imbecile!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Natalya!”
He found her arm and held on tightly. Kicking a man in the face and narrowly avoiding getting hit by a broken bottle, he managed to pull Natalya away from the mass of bodies. Together, they headed to the tavern’s door.
The young man standing near the door stepped aside absently to make room for them. He was too fixated on the ongoing brawl, worry and barely hidden anger written on his face, but as they passed by him, he followed them with his gaze briefly.
Matthew Williams had a feeling it won’t be long before he sees those green eyes again.
---
Next Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1110755.html
Author's Notes: mwahahahahaha~!
oh and I'm not really sure about the beer-in-your-eyes thingy, but I've been told it stings *_*
AUTHOR:
sillyjasderoRECIPIENT:
wishfull2GENRE: Adventure, Fantasy, Romance
RATING: T
WARNINGS: language, some violence
SUMMARY: prompt was Marine Alfred and Pirate Arthur, from enemies to lovers
Previous Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1107106.html
He was slammed onto a table and when it had proved to be frail, his back had met the floor. Disoriented, he was given only a few seconds to breathe precious oxygen into his lungs before he was hauled to his feet and attacked once more. This time, his enemy’s bald head greeted his cheekbone. It was a good thing that he had managed to jerk his head away at the last moment. The porter had wanted to give him a broken nose.
Bloody bastard.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Every sound was magnified.
The crowd chanted. His enemy roared. His heart thundered in his chest. The adrenaline rushed through his veins, pounded in his ears.
The cut on his face sang.
His blood screamed.
He was getting excited.
The bigger man tried to pull him by the collar to throw him bodily once more. He fought against the hold. They scuffled. His enemy strangled him with one beefy arm. He smashed his knee against the man’s side.
A fist swung forcefully.
The porter collapsed to the ground.
The chanting stopped.
No one dared to breathe as everybody watched the huge man choke on his own teeth and blood.
The cloaked man, panting slightly, smirked.
“Do forgive me, but I seem to have forgotten your speech earlier.” He began and deliberately stepped towards the porter on the floor.
“What were you saying about shark food?”
He was answered by a snarl.
In an instant, the porter was back on his feet. With a mighty roar he lunged, which the smaller man easily sidestepped. The porter crashed onto the floor once more. The crowd started chanting again, but this time, calls for bets rang louder in the air.
After the bigger man decided to get up again, there was a great change in the brawl’s development. Each of his blows were either gracefully evaded or returned with great force. Every minor slip by each participant proved to be costly. The porter’s huge build and strength and the cloaked man’s small frame and speed made them an equal match.
But then again, neither of them was told not to play dirty.
The close-quarter combat ceased when the cloaked man succeeded in lobbing his bigger opponent onto a table with a resounding crash. Cheers erupted from the members of the crowd who had placed bets on the smaller man. The porter on the floor looked like he wasn’t getting up any time soon.
Triumphant and smirking from ear to ear, the cloaked man made his way to Natalya.
But never reached her.
Instead, he was spun around and a liquid substance was splashed onto his face, making his eyes burn. He hissed in pain.
“Not so cocky now, are ye?”
Beer.
The bloody retard splashed bloody beer onto his eyes.
He was really going to kill the giant oaf now.
The audience’s chanting resounded in his head once again, now that they realized it wasn’t over yet. He was again slammed onto hard wood, his opponent’s beefy hand fixed upon his throat. The porter started squeezing the life out of him.
“—fucking beer for heaven’s sake!”
“—he’s gonna kill him!”
Stars exploded beneath his closed eyelids and if his impaired hearing was any proof, it probably meant he was dying. His eyes stung and he had cuts and bruises and his fists swelled in abuse, but all of the pain were fading, throbbing only dully. He was being strangled to death after a very, very disgraceful trick. He felt his heart wanting to burst with rage.
No matter what he had promised, he wasn’t going to die shamefully like this.
With a flick of his wrist, a concealed dagger emerged from beneath his sleeve.
“ALFRED!!!”
He felt something slam onto the huge man throttling him and when it did, all of them tumbled to the floor. Opening one still hurting eye, he realized it was another man wrestling the porter to the ground. Blood rushed to his head and his ire tripled. He would have sliced his palm open had he not retracted the blade in time.
Stupid meddlesome git.
“RUN!” the said git yelled, turning to him.
He twitched.
He opened his mouth to yell a nasty retort back at the man but soft hands pulled him back. He looked up to see Natalya urging him to stand up, her eyes glinting in urgency. The people around them had started shouting their disapproval.
“No fair man!”
“Yeah! No fair!”
“Tha’ was supposed to be me win!”
In one motion, the crowd surrounding them dived and joined the fray. He found himself buried underneath flailing limbs. Natalya was pulled under too.
“Alfred!”
“Jones, you imbecile!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Natalya!”
He found her arm and held on tightly. Kicking a man in the face and narrowly avoiding getting hit by a broken bottle, he managed to pull Natalya away from the mass of bodies. Together, they headed to the tavern’s door.
The young man standing near the door stepped aside absently to make room for them. He was too fixated on the ongoing brawl, worry and barely hidden anger written on his face, but as they passed by him, he followed them with his gaze briefly.
Matthew Williams had a feeling it won’t be long before he sees those green eyes again.
---
Next Chapter:
http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/1110755.html
Author's Notes: mwahahahahaha~!
oh and I'm not really sure about the beer-in-your-eyes thingy, but I've been told it stings *_*
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Alfred is playing hero again, lol! I hope he will be fine. The porter seems quite adept at struggling and fighting...
Conversations are sometimes hard to follow, but I can understand that you wanted it to be so. After all, when you're caught in a brawl, you don't know (and don't care) who is saying what. XD
I'm still interested, that's good for you! XD I'll be waiting for more! (^_~)
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The chapter was pretty good nontheless.^^
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Alcohol in an open surface on the body stings like nobody's business.
=^..^=~