Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (26/?) 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 deals with being a captive… oh what shall become of him? *swoons and faints*

Author’s Notes: Well, I went to New Orleans and had a blast! Then when I got back I started to write two of the stories I got inspired for whilst down there, but then I hit a slump and I just couldn’t seem to write this story. IT REALLY BLEW ASS!! I was UNABLE to write. I have no idea why either… well it seems to be okay for now *knocks on wood* But should it happen again, I don’t know what to say. I’m really, really sorry.

****Author’s Notes 2: Oh yeah, Snake, as he was referred to in the last chapter, is actually Grapple I’m told by my wonderful beta Mike who actually did the research. He’s the dude that stands behind Will when they make Elizabeth walk the plank and smells his hair and all that. I used to think it was Twigg, Trevor Goddard’s character, but alas it is not! For Twigg is busy fondling Jack… but who wouldn’t be?

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“Let go of me, asshole!” Will growled as his molester pd hid him into the old rundown bar. Once off the chopper his captors had removed the tape, claiming there was no point for him to be gagged when they were so well isolated. No one in that part of town would answer to a cry of help; they had learned to mind their own business. Led up the stairs and into a back room, far from prying eyes, Will was shoved into a small bathroom by the burly man and hen pln place by the nape of his neck.

“Jack’s going to kill you I hope you know. Even if he doesn’t, some other lowlife will. Your kind never makes it to old age.” Will was trying to scare the man into, he hoped, not touching him again, but his threats seemed to fall on deaf ears. Grapple only stood there, his grip on the teen’s neck tight, filling the small sink with water. Will started to get nervous, wondering what this crazy bastard wanted from him and why he was filling the sink with water.

“Scared silent?” he tried, puffing out his lean chest and trying to look as intimidating as a skinny, bloodied, teenaged hostage could. The water stopped and Grapple turned to him, smirking wickedly.

“Boss said to clean you up.”

“Wha--!!!” Will’s words were cut off as the older man forced him to bend over and dunked the teen’s face under the water, holding him there. Struggling was useless as the renegade was much stronger than he could ever hope to be, but Will tried nonetheless. When he screamed under the water and started to go limp his face was jerked back up, his eyes wide and his mouth open, gasping for breath.

“And I was really scared by your threats, you little twerp, shaking in my boots.”
He laughed at the coughing teenager as he grabbed a piece of toilet paper and roughly wiped the moisture off. Will flinched as the cloth went over the small pieces of glass still embedded in his cheek from being slammed into the mirror. “You’re going to Norrington and then you’ll wish you were dead.” An angry, hate filled glare was Will’s only response.

They moved back to the small bedroom and Will was shoved onto the bed, his hands still bound behind his back. Grapple came around and chained Will’s left ankle to the iron bar at the foot of the old, dirty cot. This particular pair of handcuffs had an elongated chain as to allow Will some movement, but it was only the basics of rolling from side to side. The clink to signify their closing resounded louin Win Will’s ear than any other noise in his life. Now he was trapped here, with this pervert that wanted to hurt him, waiting to be offered up to some crime lord as a penance by his abductors and collateral by his kidnapper.

‘When did I become a commodity?!’ he thought miserably.

Grapple was eyeing him lustfully, roaming his eyes up and down the youth’s body and molesting him without ever having to touch Will’s flesh. “Fuck off!” Will snapped.

“I plan on it,” Grapple purred, stalking up to the front of the bed like a cat on the hunt. Will pushed away as best he could, almost falling off the bed until Grapple grabbed him by the front of his shirt.

“Nice try!” Grapple laughed.

“What the fuck did I tell you?! Don’t touch him until Norrington gets here! This one’s not for you, fuck-ass!” Kohler snapped.

Grapple turned and moved from the bed, snarling in frustration. Will sighed in relief, almost passing out from the sheer release of tension. He watched as Grapple left the room, lingering in the doorway and leering at him. Their eyes locked. Will could feel the rage radiating off the older man and it was all directed at him. It was a definite that Grapple would come for him, all that remained unseen was when.

“Ragetti! Pintel! Get your lazy asses in here!” The harshness of Kohler’s voice snapped Will out of his prophecy of doom to see two disheveled-looking bikers come running into the room.

One was tall and blonde, with a patch over his eye and wearing a red leather vest with raggedy black corduroy pants and hiking boots, the other was shorter with a shaved head, pierced all over, and wearing a black leather vest, his beer gut hanging over his metal studded belt and faded black jeans. Will almost wanted to laugh at the very sight. How on earth had these two manage mak make it into this gang of cut-throats?

“Watch him. I don’t have time to baby-sit. If he gets away, I’ll make you,” he pointed to Pintel with his dagger and then to Ragetti, “eat his good eye.” Both men noticeably stiffened and nodded nervously, flinching as Kohler stomped past them. Will gulped at the threat as well, but felt much more optimistic knowing these would be his watchers.

‘I could probably outsmart them in my sleep!’ he thought, overjoyed. He smirked at them as he watched them start to bicker like an old married couple. Suddenly his situation didn’t seem so hopeless after all.

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Roaring down the road at lightning speed, The Black Pearl never looked more like a shadow. Her rider’s leather trench coat flapped wildly, as did his dreadlocks. All the while he push the steel beast harder and faster. Jack had to catch up to Norrington’s men. If he didn’t there was no telling what would become of Will and he couldn’t allow the boy to be hurt again on his account. Will already had cracked ribs because of him, now there was no telling what might happen to the teen.

It wasn’t hard to figure out where the gang of criminals were heading. After all, Jack had served under Norrington for quite a while, he knew most of the hideouts and how the man thought. He also knew what the man did with his captives. An innocent like Will wouldn’t last long under his sick desires. The only thing keeping William Swann safe now was the price on his head and one lonely outlaw speeding towards him on his trusty chopper.

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“Umm… they both start with ‘R’!” Ragetti shouted proudly, grinning to expose rotting teeth. “Ow!” he moaned, rubbing his head where Pintel smacked him.

“Writing desk starts with a ‘W’, fool!” the shorter man paused, looking to Will for confirmation. “Right?”

“Yup, and that’s not the answer.” Will said, holding back his laughter. He was sitting up on the bed, his bound hands hidden from his captors as he worked vigorously on trying to loosen the knots. Asking the two a riddle was a brilliant idea. The youth had learned from Jack that bikers were not particularly good at solving them, but often far too stubborn to give up. Keeping the two occupied was his primary goal for now. Once he was free he would trick them into leaving him alone.

“Aw come on now, give us a clue, would ya?” Ragetti whined. “I ‘ate riddles, so complicated.” Will only smiled and shook his head.

“No way!” He paused, “Unless… you untie my hands.” He looked at them, wiggling his eyebrows cunningly. “Well?” He smiled smugly, raising his eyebrows in question. The two looked at each other, looking like two five-year-olds trying to decide if they should disobey their mother. “What are you afraid of? I’m still chained to the bed.” His captors continued to ponder it, but he could tell his words of challenge had gotten to them.

“He would still be attached by the ankle, Pints. Maybe it would be okay?” Ragetti said, rubbing his glass eye. Pintel scratched his chin in contemplation.

“Well, it has been quiet for a while… we could always tie him back up later, before Kohler comes back.” Will chewed on his lip trying to hide his eagerness and worry. It was too odd. How could this actually be working?

“I say we do it! I wanna know why a raven is like a writing desk!” Ragetti whined, stamping his foot. Pintel threw his hands up in disgust and moved to untie the youth. “Yay!” the taller biker squealed, bouncing up and down. As the fat one moved to untie William. However, the door suddenly burst open and there stood Will’s worst fear… Grapple.

“Shit…” he breathed, already feeling his stomach jump into his throat.

“You two can take a break; boss says I should watch the twerp for awhile.” Both of the motley pair hesitated, knowing how their comrade could be. They almost felt sorry for the youth, but they certainly weren’t about to disagree with their comrade. Especially since he could bend them both in half and rip their lungs out through their asses.

“Sorry, kid,” Pintel mumbled as he headed out the door. The teen wanted to scream to them to stay, but he knew it would do no good.

“But I want the answer!” Ragetti moaned as he was pushed out the door. Then there was just Will and Grapple. The older man closed the door and turned ean ean against it, smiling evilly. A drop of sweat fell down Will’s temple, tracing the length of his trembling body. His entire body went on high alert and the teen tried desperately to undo the knots binding his hands.

“I’ll… I’ll s-scream,” Will threatened, glaring at the man that was slowly making his way to the petite young man. “They’ll hear and your boss will kick your ass,” he trembled. Grapple only smirked and pulled out a roll of duct tape and a black piece of cloth. Will jerked back as the man jumped him on the bed, covering his mouth with the tape and then blindfolding him.

“Try and scream now, brat!” Grapple growled. Will thrashed from side to side, screaming into the tape and trying to throw the older man off, but there was no use in it. He could feel the panic tearing at his rationality and he struck out blindly with his one free limb, desperately trying to throw the other man off. He screamed into the gag even though it came out as pathetic murmurs and pleas. Flashbacks from all his previous attacks came flooding back to William and he wanted desperately to simply break down and beg for forgiveness, but for some reason another part of him screamed to keep fighting.

“Get off me!” Will screamed into the tape, causing his attacker to laugh at the muffled language. The older thug couldn’t understand a damned word his victim was saying, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He always loved blindfolding his victims, enjoying the helpless fear and panic being denied their most prominent sense caused them. He ran his hands down Will’s neck and rubbed his thumbs over Will’s Adam’s apple, pressing down just enough to scare the youth into thinking he was going to be strangled. Will thrashed his head to one side, causing the cuts on his face to bleed anew. Grapple only laughed, leaning down to bite the supple flesh sprawled out beneath him.

“You’re really not so tough… actually rather tender,” he cackled as Will screamed from the bite. Involuntary tears of pain leaked out from Will’s tightly closed eyes, but the blindfold prevented his soon to be rapist the joy of seeing them. Without thinking of the consequences Will lifted his one free leg and kneed his captor in the gut, knocking the wind out of the older man slightly. Grapple howled in pain, and punched the youth in his stomach, causing an even greater cry of pain to come from the youth.

“Oops. Gee, kid, must have forgotten about the sensitive spot you have,” Grapple mocked, poking at Will’s bruise. “You’re so cute when you squirm,” he hissed, pressing on the spot again. Will was crying openly, the pain overcoming him. The teen swore at the ruffian, but it did nothing to discourage him. “Fuck foreplay. You’re mine, brat.”

With that Grapple ripped at the collar to Will’s black t-shirt, tearing the material and exposing a large portion of the teen’s chest. Will tried to kick the older man one more time, but Grapple caught his leg and pressed it against Will’s chest, causing the appendage to press on Will’s already oversensitive ribs.

An overwhelming sense of helplessness came over the teen as he felt the older man reaching under the dark material of his only covering and pressing on his sore spot. The sick fuck had him completely pinned and there was no way out. Why was this always happening? Was it a punishment for his lifestyle choice?

“I’m gonna enjoy this - fully… I just wanted you to know that when you feel my cock ripping you in half.” Grapple purred, as he fumbled with his belt.

Will shook his head, still trying to believe this wasn’t happening. He had just gotten over his fears of touching thanks to Jack and now he was going to be horribly violated by some pervert. What if he caught something deadly because of it? What would happen to their relationship then?

Grapple started laughing as he noticed Will crying pathetically. “Finally, I thought I’d never get you to do that. It’s the best part, when they cry while I fu—”

The evil biker stopped his sentence as a sharp, heavy object smashed into his temple, causing stars to erupt in front of his face. He slumped over the side of the bed, falling to the floor in a most undignified heap as his vision went black. Will screamed at the loud crack and the sudden feeling of having the heavy weight on him removed and then replaced by another, slightly lighter, one.

Someone was straddling him, but who was it? Was this Norrington? He continued to struggle until the blindfold was lifted. He looked up desperately at a brown blur that slowly focused into the most beautiful sight he’d ever seeack’ack’s face.

“God, baby, what did they do to you?” Jack asked softly, gently examining the various cuts and bruises on Will’s face. “I’m taking the tape off, try not to shout okay?” Will nodded, his eyes already tearing up with the swell of conflicting emotions bombarding his system. Once Jack removed the tape he reached behind his lover to cut the ropes. Before he could even lean back again he had his arms filled with trembling William.

“Easy, precious, I can’t breathe!” Jack joked softly, holding on just as tightly. He could hear the muffled sobs almoalmost felt compelled to join the youth. When he had snuck in through the roof he never expected to find Will so poorly guarded, or in such a state. He couldn’t contain his rage at the sight of seeing Grapple violating /his/ William. If the biker had had a silencer, the man would be dead. The bastard got off easy in Jack’s opinion with the harsh pistol-whip to the temple.

“Don’t ever leave me again,” Will mumbled, barely above a whisper. Jack felt his heart clench and he pushed the teen back slightly to look him in the eye, though it did nothing to stop the death grip Will had on the biker’s jacket. “I… I…” Will broke off and simply threw his arms around Jack’s neck and kissed tlderlder man for all he was worth. Unable to say what he really wanted to say to the older man, not yet - it wasn’t the right time - he wanted Jack to know that the emotions were present, so he put them into a kiss. Jack twirled his fingers in the youth’s silky curls and moaned into Will’s mouth as the teen allowed him entrance. It seemed ages since they had kissed.

“I’ll try not to,” Jack panted when they finally broke for air, resting their foreheads together. He scoffed slightly, “Believe it or not I thought it would be /safer/ for you away from me… didn’t really see all angles now, did I?” he said with self disdain. Will shook his head, running his hand down Jack’s cheek.

“It was a split second decision… you followed your heart. That’s all any of us can do. It’s not like you had time to consider all your options—they were after us, you did what you thought was best. I’m not angry with you for that… I just kinda wish it hadn’ded ded like this.” Will chuckled lightly, making the older man smile.

“Speaking of which, what do you say we get the fuck outta here, eh?” Jack asked, raising his eyebrows in question as if Will would have to consider it.

“Fuck yeah! Just unlock my leg and we’re gone,” the teen said excitedly, moving said appendage and making the chain clink. Jack looked at the restraint and flinched. He hadn’t expected that or even seen it until now… He didn’t have the key.

“Um… heh!” he scratched his head nervously. “I don’t suppose you happen to have the key to that do you?” he cringed. Will’s hopeless look certainly didn’t help either. “Relax! Relax, relax… I’m sure it’s on the behemoth.” Jack tried to assure his younger lover as he hopped off the bed and started sifting through said unconscious behemoth’s pockets. When he wasn’t finding what he needed he started to growl in frustration. He knew this rescue was going /way/ too easily. Norrington didn’t hire fools… at least not /all/ fools.

“Fuck! I can’t bloody find it! Who locked you up?”

Will looked up, his worry obvious.

“It… it was /him/! I-I don’t know why he doesn’t have it now… unless… The one with dreadlocks like you!” he said in elation, “He seems to be the le. He. He could have taken the key so that Grapple wouldn’t come back for me… Lot of bloody good that did, eh?” Will moaned, attempting to cover himself with his ripped t-shirt, suddenly feeling dirty.

“Of course,” Jack sighed sarcastically. “Kohler. He’s only a fabulous marksman and actually intelligent… Wonderful! Great! Let’s throw a fucking party!” Jack grumbled, pulling on his hair.

“Won’t your keys work? They’re all the same, handcuffs… right?” Will asked hopefully.

“They’re not little girls' diaries! They don’t all have the same cheap gold keys to unlock them. These were custom made, probably by some sicko even /I’ve/ never heard of.” Jack groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighed after some hesitation, rubbing his face. “I don’t know what to do.”

Will shifted, feeling afraid. “S-So what are you saying? You can’t get me out? I’m stuck here with these men until this Norrington man gets here and sells me for fucking parts?!” He started to break down, all the stress finally getting to him. “Just get me out, Jack! I want to go home—back to the hotel and just lie in bed together like before. I don’t even care if we sleep under a bridge tonight, just get me out of here, please…” The teen sniffled and Jack pulled him into his arms. “Don’t let them hurt me anymore… please. I can’t take anymore of this… it’s too hard.” Will whimpered. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and rocked back and forth trying to comfort them both. What was he supposed to do now?

‘If I try to steal the key from Kohler he’ll catch me for sure… What else can I do? My knife won’t cut metal, at least not fast enough. I don’t have my pickpocket tools with me; all I have is my bloody pistol!’

“My pistol!” Jack jerked up, pulling said object from the back of his pants. Will hiccupped and looked up cautiously.

“Please don’t go Romeo and Juliet on me… I want to /avoid/ dying if possible.” Will mewled, wiping furiously at his eyes. “I know I don’t have much to live for, but it beats being in a box in the ground, and—”

“No, no, no!” Jack interrupted. “I meant I could shoot the chain! It’ll be loud as fuck and totally blow our sneaking out undetected plan, but it’s the best shot we have at getting out /at all/.” He smiled insanely, brandishing the pistol next to his head. “What do ya think? Pretty smart, eh?” Will looked up silently a moment, his eyes teary, then his lip trembled and he sobbed desperately.

“We’re going to die!” he squealed. Jack huffed at his lover’s complete lack of confidence in his plan, but nevertheless it was their only option.

“Well if you have a better plan you’ve got five seconds to tell me,” he said, moving over to the chain and taking aim so that even if he missed he wouldn’t hit Will. “This is going to be loud,” he said flatly, cocking the gun and taking aim.

“Oh gods…” Will moaned, covering his ears and shutting his eyes. Aiming pointedly, Jack cocked his head to the side in his trademark casual fashion.

“Well, here goes nothing…” He pulled the trigger, causing a loud bang to resonate throughout the compound and alerting every member of the gang of hired thugs that something wasn’t right in their hideout.

Tbc…


Sorry for the delay. This was ready earlier in thek, ek, but I couldn't get onto the site to update so yeah... I guess it doesn't matter because if I couldn't access it then y'all probably couldn't either I guess... then again, my internet server could just be a bitch. *looks around* Spare me oh internet gods! *offers her pudding brain up as sacrifice*