Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (25/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some blood, femslash a little.

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn! LoL! It’s a sickness really….or an obsession….hmmmm. The title is a line from the Veruca Salt song Volcano Girls. I don’t own that either I just think it goes well with the fic and I love Veruca Salt!

Beta: Mistaya and Mike

Feedback: purdy please?

Summary: Will gets caught and our resident Lesbians have some revenge.

Author’s Notes: “Okay, reality check: Liz is in the trunk of this car and she is dead, and that is a sad, fucked up thing, but you are going to go into that school and strut your shit down the hall like everything is peachy-fucking-keen, got it?!” One of my favorite quotes from Jawbreaker, plus they play Volcano Girls at the beginning so naturally I had to write more of this story. I’m locked up in my sister’s apartment with two insane animals and nothing to do but drink… god I love vacation! *does happy drunken dance* I just hope the chapter don’t get too violent… I do that when I’m intoxicated and left to my own devices *evil giggle*

Author’s Notes 2: La de da… um music, yes... that would be For You by The Calling and Walking Wounded again… I was listening to one of the CD’s Sara made me… on and off.

Oh to Glamis: I wasn't trying to imply that you were being a pain in my ass, hons. By no means. I just wanted to answer it so you would know. Sorry if it came off as bitchy. Tone is so hard to tell on a computator. ^_^

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“Split up and find them, a hefty prize to the one that catches the brat.” Kohler said as his men spread out like locusts around the store. They heard a loud crash on their right and ran after it. Will remained hidden in the clothes rack, watching as they fell for Jack’s diversion. He chewed on the sleeve cuff of his t-shirt nervously, waiting for his opportune moment to make for the door.

“Over there!” one of the goons shouted, and Will saw more boots disappearing down the main aisle. He waited a few moments, until he thought they were all gone before he slowly emerged from the clothing rack, looking around wide-eyed for any sign of his attackers. He didn’t see anyone so he crawled out and headed for the door. They had managed to get pretty far into the store before they had to part.

Limping along as fast he could, clutching his ribs and looking around wildly he hurried for the door that seemed so close. He was only a few feet away when a tall, dark haired, scruffy biker stepped out from behind a display and blocked his path. Will stopped suddenly, frozen in shock and looking like a deer in headlights. The man smirked lecherously and started to head towards the terrified teen.

“Shit!” Will snapped out of his shock, turned and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. He could hear the footfalls of his pursuer close behind, making his heart ring in his ears. He yelped as he felt a hand on his shoulder and twisted his battered body, trying to get free. It worked. The sudden turn caused them both to slip and then fall to the floor. Will recovered quickly and started running again. They had somehow made it into the auto supply section.

“You can’t hide, little boy!” the man roared, chasing after the panicked teenager.

Will bobbed and weaved between the aisles looking for somewhere to hide. He sed bed behind a display and waited for the scruffy man to run down another aisle before he proceeded to head in the opposite direction. Will searched the aisles looking for something that he could use as a weapon for defense.

“There you are!”

Will gasped as he saw those piercing eyes staring him down and charging for him. The only thing he could see that might prove useful was a can of Ice Melt. He grabbed it, pulled the tab and sprayed. His attacker screamed as Will sprayed the chemical right in his eyes then he lobbed the can straight at the man's groin before taking off.

“You little bastard! I’ll fucking kill you!” the man screeched as he wiped furiously at his burning eyes.

Will’s breathing was frantic as he searched for someplace to hide. He had just pissed off one of the biggest men he’d ever seen… what the hell was he thinking?! He had to suppress a scream as he heard the man rounding the corner. He looked up and saw the sign for the dressing room and bolted into it.

Once inside he made his way to the final stall and closed the door as much as he could without it being obvious. All he could do was pray he wouldn’t be found. His ribs were killing him and he needed a break. Just as he thought he was safe he heard the dressing room door squeak open. He held his breath and pulled his feet up onto the tiny seat attached to wall, huddled in the corner like a frightened child.

“I know you’re here, poppet… come out, come out wherever you are,” the man’s eerie, gravely voice called out. Will covered his mouth, feeling his entire body tremble as the steps got closer and closer. He heard the man checking each and every stall, deliberately going slow so as to taunt Will and make the teen practically piss himself. “Only one more door, kid…” Will whimpered slightly in fear as he heard the stall next to him being opened.

Dark, muddy boots appeared in front of the stall he was hiding in and Will felt his blood run cold. The door started to squeak open and he flew at it, slamming it shut with the power of his body.

“Stay away from me!” Will screeched without thinking. He heard his attacker laughing before the door was forced open, sending his slight form flying into the wall. The man was on him in a matter of seconds, pinning him against the mirror. “Ahhh!” Will moaned, as he felt the other man’s weight crushing him against the wall. “Get off me!” He pushed with all his might, but the other man was stronger and he couldn’t escape.

He froze when he felt soft touches on his neck and thigh. Then he panicked and started to struggle harder, but he was pinned in place by the other man’s body. When he felt the man sniffing his hair he wanted to cry.

“Stop it!” he snarled, throwing his head back so that he smashed his skull into the man’s nose.

His captor cried out in pain, but didn’t let him go. Instead he smashed Will’s face into the mirror, cracking it and cutting into Will’s flesh. When the teen felt hands groping him he kicked his leg up and back as hard as he could, nailing the asshole right in his balls. Will relished the pained scream he caused and pushed again with all his might. This time it worked and he got free.

Will tried to run out of the stall but he was caught, again, by his pant leg as his abuser lay on the floor, holding his groin. The man yanked on Will’s ankle causing the teen to fall on his stomach. Will kicked at his head, but his leg was caught by the man and soon he had Will pinned beneath him. Before he could call out for help his mouth was covered up by his attacker’s hand. Now he was completely helpless and terrified.

“No one makes a fool out of me. My only orders were to keep you alive… it said nothing about /how/ alive.” The malicious grin that spread across his captor’s face made Will shake in fear. He wanted to cry, but he refused to give in to the childish reaction.

Will cried out in pain when the older man pressed on his side, applying pressure directly to his injured ribs. His captor raised his eyebrows in epiphany then smiled evilly, pressing on the same spot again, eliciting another pained scream. Tears of pain leaked out from Will’s tightly closed eyes, his breathing deep and frantic.

“Got a soft spot, eh? How convenient for me.” Will glared hatred at him, swinging his fist at the big, brutish face, but his fist was caught and squeezed. He moaned in pain and tried to pull away. “You can’t win with me, little boy. I’m bigger, stronger, and much more experienced.” With that said he backhanded Will, splitting the teen’s lip and dazing him. “I’ll teach you the meaning of pain!” the man snarled, grabbing Will by the neck and lifting him up, causing the teen to gasp for air before he was violently thrown against the far wall.

His attacker gave him no time to recover and was on him once again, kicking him in the stomach. He then punched him in the eye sending a stab of shredding pain through Will’s head. Will moaned and rolled into a ball, desperately trying to protect himself. His face was bloodied and he coughed up a small portion of blood.

Will tried to crawl away, but it didn’t work. The biker stomped on his back, pinning him to the floor. Will could feel the blood falling down his chin and his vision began to blur. A final blow to the nape of his neck and he passed out. The biker laughed, looking down at Will’s prone form. He licked his lips in delight and started to unzip his pants when Kohler came in.

“The fuck did you do?! Norrington doesn’t like damaged goods!” he shouted, looking at the bloodied teen. “You fucking idiot. If I go down for this I’m taking you with me.” The other man growled, but let Will go. Kohler was above him and he had to obey.

“Sorry… he sprayed me in the face with something and I guess I lost my cool.” Kohler rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. Just get him out of here before you fuck something else up!”

The other man snarled but did as told, lifting Will up into his arms and following Kohler. “We can use the brat to flush out Sparrow too.”

Will moaned at Jack’s name, but didn’t awaken. He felt as though he were in a parallel universe, floating between the world of dreams and that of reality. All he knew was that he felt immense pain and someone was moving him against his will.

“No…” he mumbled, moving slightly, but his captors ignored him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jack bobbed and weaved throughout the racks and aisles of the Wal-Mart, listening for any signs that he was still being followed. He had several of the bikers right on his tail, even managed go take out a few, but suddenly they disappeared. Thinking that he had lost them he was now trying to get outside and find Will. He kept a watchful eye out as he slunk around, finally making it to the men’s room. Once inside he crawled out the window and slid down the wall, grunting slightly at the impact.

He was about to run back to the Black Pearl when he turned the corner he saw them, Norrington’s men. He staggered and eeped in shock for a moment, but managed to duck back behind without them seeing him. Poking his head around the corner he saw them getting back on their choppers, heavy one person… Will.

“Shit!” he whispered harshly. How had they found him?! Will was still semi-conscious and struggling. Jack saw the blood running down the teen’s chin and saw the bruises forming on Will’s eyes and felt his heart wrench. What had they done to his precious baby? He wanted to run up to them, gun blazing, and rip them all to shit for daring to harm his baby, but that wouldn’t do anyone a damn bit of good.

“Let me go!” Will moaned, pulling against the restraints that bound his hands behind his back.

The men laughed at him as they tossed him around, punching and groping equally. Jack was torn between grief and pride. He hated seeing Will in that position, but he was so proud of the way the teen was handling it. He wasn’t lying down and taking it or crying like he used to. Will was pushing back, as best he could anyway. If he could, Jack would have given the teen props for it.

“Norrington’s going to have a lot of fun with this one, eh?” the bruiser from the bathroom laughed, picking up the tiny teen and putting him on his bike. He grabbed Will by his curls and jerked his head back violently, running his tongue up the teen’s throat, as he groped him mercilessly.

“Fuck you! Ahhhh!” he screamed as his hair was yanked again. He felt the sharp, cold edge of metal pressed against his exposed, supple flesh and mewled in fear. He still struggled, but not as violently.

“Don’t move, little boy, don’t move… I’ll slit your pretty throat and fuck your corpse right in front of you parents if you move one inch,” he hissed into Will’s ear causing the teen to tremble. “Not so tough now are we?”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Snake. Norrington is not a man to fuck with.”

Will swallowed nervously as he sensed the rage in his captor through his body movements. He wasn’t sure if the man was going to listen, thenthen the metal was removed after a few tense moments. Will sighed with relief, panting from his pent-up fear.

“Just you wait, punk… I’m coming for you, know that.”

Will turned and looked at the taller man fearfully, but said nothing. He was /really/ in the shit now. What was he going to do jum jumped as the gang started up their choppers and revved the engines.

“Jaaaaack!” he screamed before a piece of tape was slapped over his mouth. He continued to call for the biker as they sped off into the night. Will never noticed the silent shadow that slinked out from behind the store, heading furiously back to the Seven-Eleven to get the Pearl.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The music pounded in Second Skin as the mass of bodies on the dance floor blended together to become one mass of grinding human flesh. Neurotic Fish blasted over the loudspeakers, appeasing the masses and making them dance even harder. In the middle of it all were Liz and Ana Maria, making even the straight girls wet with their show.

“Quite an audience, luv, let’s not disappoint them.” Ana purred, running her hands down Liz’s hips to nestle them at her lover’s leather clad crotch as they rubbed up against each other.

Liz moaned, turning her head and kissing the older woman seductively, fully aware of the onlookers. She giggled when they were done. 'I never have this much fun at home.' she thought, 'I may never go back.' She turned and snaked her way down Ana’s body until she was practically on her knees before shooting back up, smiling like a nymph.

“And you wanted to stay home — tsk tsk,” she teased, biting Ana’s bottom lip playfully. “This is /way/ more fun.” Ana laughed, and pulled Lizzie closer, enjoying all the jealous looks she got from everyone else, guys and girls alike. They all wanted Liz, but only /she/ got to take the young beauty home.

Ana Maria blew one of her old enemies a kiss as she watched him jerking off in the corner at the sight of the two beauties molesting each other on the dance floor. “I think I see your Romeo,” she said maliciously, watching as Sergio slunk around in the corners, looking for prey.

“Where?” Lizzie asked excitedly, but looking around casually. Ana nodded in his direction and Liz turned so she could see him. “Ah, yes… my old flame—dirty rotten bastard,” she seethed, rubbing her ass against Ana’s crotch. “I want him.”

“I bet he won’t even recognize you, I mean last time you were wearing something out of the Sears catalogue and now you’re a bondage beauty.” They both snickered, the thought of his reaction making them cackle in delight.

“Let’s go catch our prey.” Liz smirked over her shoulder before sauntering over to her attempted rapist.

“Hey stranger… what’s your pleasure?” She asked in her most sultry voice, propping her right foot on the side of his chair and giving him quite the show. He looked her up and down and licked his lips.

“Anything you want, Mistress.” Liz grinned evilly and leaned in closer, whispering in his ear. “Follow me to the ladies room and you’ll find out exactly what I want from you, slave.” With that she turned and left, giving Ana a secret look before heading to the loo. They had big stalls in there with doors that went all the way to the ground so that no one could see what happened inside them.

A few minutes later Sergio followed her, a look of excitement on his face. He was already hard just at the thought of this mysterious woman forcing him down on the toilet and then rubbing her pussy all over his face.

Lizzie walked into the bathroom, hissing at the other girls to make them leave. When Sergio showed up she led him into the first stall, curling her finger in an inviting manner. She sat on the top of the toilet, spreading her legs and licking her lips wantonly, watching Ana Maria sneak up behind him silently.

“Well, Mistress…what’s my punishment, I’ve been a really naughty boy.” Liz smiled.

“I know,” she growled, kicking him in the face and sending him reeling back into Ana Maria’s waiting arms. He cried out, but Ana smothered it with her bandana, shoving it in his mouth before she forced him to sit on the toilet, spread eagle. He screamed into the gag, but no one would hear it over the music. When he laid eyes on Ana he scowled and tired to kick her.

“Now, now Sergio, that’s no way to treat a lady.” He muttered curses at them, but it didn’t matter.

“You don’t remember me do you, lover?” Liz asked, a touch of arrogance to her voice. “Grey sweater, blue jeans, big old bandage on my head… attempted rape, ring any bells?” He looked at them as if trying to remember and that made Liz laugh even harder.

“Wow, do it so much you can’t even remember your victims. That’s not very nice. A woman always likes to be remembered when she’s raped. How many poor young girls have you tortured?”

“He’s got a reputation around here, and that’s pretty bad.” Ana added. “I just don’t know /what/ we’re going to do with you, Sergio.”

“I know! He wanted to know what I’m into… well I like eunuchs myself,” she said with a dangerous tone to her voice. Sergio’s eyes bugged out and he renewed his struggles. Without another word, Liz pulled out a small pocketknife and sliced open his pants, exposing his genitals. “Aw, come on, /baby/, it’s all in good fun.” She laughed at his obvious fear, watching his thighs tremble.

“I’m just gonna cut it off. What do you think, darling?” she asked Ana Maria. The biker chick looked at Sergio and grinned.

“Sounds good to me.”

He screamed for all he was worth as he watched Liz raise the knife and then plunge it down into his ball sack. He twitched and then passed out. Liz took the knife out and ran out of the stall. Ana pulled out her bandana and followed. Liz was shaking at the mirror, washing the knife off.

“What’s wrong, Lizzie-babes?”

“I… I can’t believe I just did that… I’m not like that… I don’t hurt people, even if he was a rapist… I-I just don’t know.”

“He’ll live, which is more than he deserves. You’re still a good person. You’re just not a victim anymore.”

“But I can’t just go around doing this every time some man pisses me off… I don’t know… I just don’t feel right…”

“It’s okay Lizzie. I know what type of person you are, and I know what I would have done to him and believe me… you went easy on him.”

Liz smiled shyly, looking at Ana in the mirror. “Well… I have to admit a part of me did like it, and I do feel better knowing he won’t be hurting any other women.”

“That’s how the world is, unfortunately. It’s twisted and sick. You just do what you have to survive.” Liz sighed and leaned into Ana Maria. “Let’s go back to the hotel,” Ana cooed, hugging the younger woman closely. Elizabeth just nodded silently, sniffling slightly and putting the knife back in her boot. She wasn’t proud of herself, but she was satisfied.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Norrington stood in a small dark room, slowly smoking a cigarette and playing with a small garden snake. He made kissy faces at it and petted it as if it was a kitten. His attention was drawn away from the snake by the muffled scream coming from the corner of the room. He looked up to see two of his most trusted men, Gillette and Gibbs torturing another man who was bound to a chair. The poor soul looked terrible, bloodied and gagged, panting for dear life. Norrington put the snake back in its cage and walked over slowly, smiling disarmingly.

“Oh my dear Cotton, why must you torture yourself like this? Simply tell me what I want and I’ll let you go. You and your parrot can walk right out of here. Simply tell me where Sparrow would be hiding and I’ll let you go.” Cotton twitched and moaned in pain, but shook his head in refusal.

“Very well, Gibbs, remove his fingernails.” As Gibbs approached, a malicious smile on his face, Cotton screamed, begging from behind the gag that he wanted to talk. “Hold!” Norrington ordered, holding up his hand. Gibbs growled in disappointment, but did as told. “Remove his gag.” Gillette ripped it off, causing more pain to the old man.

“I don’t know his exact location, I swear!” Cotton cried. He had been tortured for three days and nights with no time to sleep with very little water and absolutely no food. He was wearing down and Norrington knew it. He cried piteously, slumping in his chair. “All I know is that he never uses the same name and he usually stays in shitty motels. If he’s not with Ana Maria then I don’t know where he would be.”

“What of the boy?” Gibbs asked, the lust clear in his eyes. Cotton shrugged.

“He would disguise him—that’s all I know.” Norrington looked at him curiously, reading the man’s body language to see if he was indeed telling the truth or just saying something to keep himself from more torture. He was about to answer when his cell phone rang.

“Oh! Pardon me, business calls, you know how it is I’m sure,” he said charmingly, turning and going back to the cage with the several snakes inside. He always had a passion for the reptiles. “Yes, this better be good new som someone’s going to die,” he sang.

“It’s me, sir. We’ve got the boy.” A malicious grin spread over the criminal’s face as he imagined the beautiful boy in the pictures finally in his possession. Soon he would have the youth underneath him, writhing in either agony or ecstasy—it didn’t really matter to him.

“And Sparrow?” There was a pause.

“Well, when we caught the boy we figured it was best not to risk losing him… so we didn’t pursue him. I thought you could use the boy against him—they do seem so very close after all.” Norrington pursed his lips in thought and nodded.

“All right. I’ll let it slide, but only because you’ve given me a woody, well done Kohler, you can live. I’ll fly out there immediately.” With that he hung up and turned back to Cotton. “Good news. I don’t need you anymore. I’ve got the boy and soon Sparrow will follow so you’re free to go.” Cotton smiled in relief, sobbing at the sheer joy of getting his life back.

“You’re free,” Norrington said wistfully, pulling out his handgun and shooting Cotton right between the eyes before the man even knew what was going on. The elderly gentleman slumped forward, his blood still dripping. “Do something with that parrot of his… it’s terribly annoying. And arrange my private jet to fly me to the Midwest.” he ordered dismissively, waving his hand. “Such a headache. Fetch me a prostitute, a pretty one, young, male… and make sure he’s a nobody in case I want something a little… shall we say… rough.” He grinned and exited the room, going back upstairs to his bedroom to await his pretty new fuck toy.

“Life is so easy when you’re evil,” he hummed, waving his hands as if conducting a chorus.

Tbc…

Okay another cliffie, but I’m drunk… so you should be amazed I got this far man, buwahahhaaa! I hate the sticks! But it was so cool, whilst driving up here I saw a bike that looked just like how I imagined Jack’s only it was the wrong colors and there was no Jolly Roger flag, but it had the flames on the tank and all and oh it was beautiful. Almost jumped out the car! Which would have been bad because I was driving… Okay, I’m off to write some of my LOTR WIP because I’m watching ROTK!

Cheryl he was misunderstood man! *cries over Boromir* I did the one knee thing… I miss you! Dude, you know you’ve hit a low when the DOG looks at you weird after licking her own ass for five minutes… *takes another Smirnoff* TO GONDOR!!

(1) I just realized I have no number things but I wanted to make a note about the castration scene: That was a bit of my angry side that comes out when I’m being a hermit which I am this weekend July 16, 2004… so yeah. Do I think rapists deserve it? Yes. Would I like to do it to all those assholes that have hurt my friends and family? Hell fucking yes! Do I think everyone should go out and do that? No. Is this what feminism is about? No. It’s just my issues. I’m not defending rapists, but I’ve found vigilante justice is rarely a good thing in real life, but in fics and movies it kicks ass!

And now I go to write some Arlego goodness… oh Faramir I love thee… and Eowyn… NOW THAT’S WHAT A FEMINIST LOOKS LIKE!! POWER TO THE OVARIES!