Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (35/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia Nightshade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, some gay bashing, non-con themes, kooky clerks again and horrible villianization of certain characters.

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a disillusioned college graduate with no future to speak of. 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! (Plot line and subsequent oddball random OC’s are mine though! Back off Disney!!)

Beta: Mike

Archive: My writing LJ www.livejournal.com/users/night_writes

Feedback: It’s the only thrill in my sad, pathetic, pirate slash obsessed little life... well, that and getting shit-faced on Captain n’ coke…. *innocent grin*

Summary: Jack miraculously recovers from what should have been a crippling accident and rushes off to save the day just like a superhero, only without the red manties and tights… not that’s gay! Also some more pointless comic relief from my OC’s. ^_^

Author’s Notes: Well, fired from substitute teaching and moving on to being a Safety Staff. Oh boy! I don’t know why this story is so hard to write. Perhaps a part of me doesn’t want the story to end.

Author’s Notes 2: BIG THANK YOU TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT ARE STILL STICKING WITH THIS STORY AND STILL GIVING MY DUMBASS FEEDBACK! May Jack and/or Will flash you their goodies. *prods them*


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Will was momentarily frozen in shock at Avery’s words. How could he be blamed for his step-father’s death? “I wasn’t even in the room!” he protested, struggling against Bosun to get to Avery and beat him for his insinuation. Bosun held him back and Avery smirked, tracing Will’s jaw line in a patronizing manner.

“But of course you were. Barbossa saw you taunting the poor man. You knew he had a heart condition and still you kept working him up into a frenzy to push him over the edge. Not to mention your reckless actions over the past few weeks since you’ve been home. It was almost as if you were trying to drive the man into coronary failure.”

“You’re the murderers!” Will screamed, once again making a lunge for Avery’s neck. Bosun was actually having trouble keeping the youth from squirming out of his grip. “You just left Jack there to die!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s in agony as we speak. I didn’t have to wait and watch him,” Avery said coldly, enjoying the mixture of rage and fear in Will’s eyes.

“For fuck’s sake, stop antagonizing the little shit!” Bosun snapped, grunting when Will elbowed him in the jaw. “You’re lucky the boss wants you alive, little cunt.” Will only glared at him and made an attempt to get another shot at the big brute.

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“Oh my god! Oh my fucking god! What the fuck?! Oh, and Will—then Jack—and the car! And just—WAM!!” Julz was frantic, running around in circles and flailing her hands. So much shit had just gone down she didn’t quite know how to take it all in.

“Jack, are you alright?!” Billeh asked fearfully as he gently touched the man’s face to brush a dreadlock out of his eyes.

Jack was groaning and slowly bending his leg. “Fuck, is it broken?” Jack took a deep breath and grabbed his knee giving it a strong jerk to the left causing a loud crack.

“AWW, GROSS!” Billeh shouted.

“No, just popped out of joint. It should be better now. I just hope I’m not bleeding internally,” Jack moaned, repeating the action on his other leg’s ankle. “That’s better.”

“Aw, man, my ass is killing me,” Lydia moaned getting up from where she’d been violently shoved. “That always looks so much easier and cooler in the movies.” She moaned as she hobbled over to the actually injured party. “Dude, how are you not crippled?” Jack laughed.

“I think I jumped at the last second… or I’ve somehow built up a lot of good karma.”

“Or maybe this is all make-believe,” Julz offered, getting blank stares. “Just kidding!”

“Which way did they take off?” Jack asked as he slowly moved to his feet, tentatively taking a few steps. The pain wasn’t as severe as he’d thought it would be, but who knew how long before it really hit him. “We don’t have much time. They’ll kill him.” He sounded calm, but he was anything but underneath the thin veneer.

“They took off toward the old part of town where all the squatters, dealers and prostitutes live. It’s the best place to be if you want to do something you don’t want anyone else to see,” Billeh offered. “I think you should call the cops.”

“No cops!” Jack barked. “I’d be arrested before I even got to explain the problem.” Jack hobbled over to the Pearl and carefully swung himself on. “Fuck!” he shouted, as the situation seemed hopeless.

“Well, they were in a fancy car. That’ll stick out like a sore thumb and you must have someone that knows the seedy part of this town. Call them, have them give you an idea of where to look and then when you find the car you find Will and then you can rescue him like a knight in slightly scuffed leather,” Billeh began to swoon on the last part, but spoke the first with surprising aptitude.

“Anamaria!” Jack shouted with illumination. “PHONE! PHONE! PHONE!!” he screamed, reaching out to each. Julz handed him her cell phone and he quickly dialed the number.

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Will ran with all the strength left in his body. They were right on his tail and he couldn’t get caught again. After hearing Avery’s taunts he waited for the car to stop at a red light and then somehow he’d managed to move quick enough to push past his molester and bolt from the car. There was blood on his hand from where he’d thrust his palm at the older man’s nose. Bosun had been on the phone to Barbossa and wasn’t prepared for the surprise attack.

He jumped as he heard them shouting at him from behind. He had to get away and now, but he didn’t know anything of this place. Doing his best to lose the two oafs, he darted down whatever alley he could and contemplated every dark corner as a possible hiding spot.

“Fuck, where did he go?!” Bosun snapped, off in the distance. They would find him soon enough, and he was out of breath. Hiding was a necessity now. Panic over took his entire body as the voices got closer to the alley he was in.

“Shit!” he whispered, looking around frantically. A shabby door, slightly off its hinges caught his eye and in his desperation Will darted to it and pulled. It opened. Without thought of whom or what could be in the dark building he rushed in and closed the door as he’d found it. Trying to calm his breathing wasn’t easy, but he needed to be able to hear if his kidnappers had passed him by. He could hear them coming closer to where he was and panicked.

Trotting away from the door he started to take in the appearance of the place. It was very dark, but he could make out the dank walls and old couches and desks. Maybe it used to be a doctor’s office—who knew? As he rounded a corner he saw light and instinctively moved towards it.

Suddenly he was slammed against the wall and felt cold metal underneath his chin and a pair of wild blue eyes staring at him. “What are you doing here?! Why are you in my space?! This is my space!” Will was speechless as the heavily bearded, man shook him and screamed. Bosun and Avery would hear this!

“WHY?!” the man screamed again. Will raised his hands in placation.

“I-I’m sorry, please stop screaming—they’ll find me.” He tried to sound calm and non-threatening, but he couldn’t hide the tremor in his voice.

“This is my space! I can shout if I want! MY SPACE!” Will started to tear up from the fear and frustration.

“I know. I’m sorry, but please—I n-need help,” he said as quietly as possible. “I’ve got two men after me and if you keep shouting they’ll find me,” he paused, “…and you too.” At this the older man seemed to accept that silence was prudent. He still had a knife to the youth’s throat, but he quieted and listened. The walls echoed the noises of the streets and he could tell the kid was telling the truth.

“What’s in it for me?” he asked, still keeping a firm grip on Will’s arm and looking at him anxiously.

“I’ve got money,” Will fumbled in his pocket and held up the small amount he’d brought with him, but the bum slapped it away. Will flinched at the action and chewed his lip nervously.

“I’ve got money. I don’t live this way because I’m poor, I live this way so the government can’t find me and fuck me over. They’re always watching you know!” The look in his eyes grew wild again and he ran his thumb over Will’s cheek bone, pulling at the skin beneath one big brown eye to make it look bigger. “So pretty…”

Will swallowed hard and felt the tremors starting in his body already. “I don’t…” He was shushed by the man’s knife on his lips.

“Shhh, you said we had to be quiet.” Will wanted to cry when the man moved in to smell his hair. “Don’t worry, pretty. I won’t fuck you. I just want a feel.” He reassured the lad, but it wasn’t a comfort. Will closed his eyes and tried to remain as still as possible as he felt the man’s hands roaming over his body and the small, but insistent jolts to his hip as the man dry humped him. A whimper escaped Will’s lips as he felt the man fondling his groin and twisting his other hand into his hair. Hot puffs of air hit his neck as the man became more and more aroused and his pace quickened.

“You smell just like home,” the man groaned in Will’s ear. The mortified youth just remained silent and tried to brace himself against the wall as the humps got bolder and more violent. “It’s been so long for me,” his molester confessed. William concentrated on just breathing and trying to keep himself from screaming. Why was this always happening to him?

“Pretty, pretty boy,” the man grunted, pumping against William with great excitement. He started to suck on the supple flesh of Will’s neck, and rub himself all over the horrified young man. It had been so long since he’d had another person around that it was too good an opportunity pass up. He started to undo the last remaining button on his road-worn pants, trying not to alarm Will to what he was preparing to do. “You know, I used to be a big player in the 70’s,” he rambled on to distract his prey. “Pretty boys like you would throw themselves at me all night long.”

“Mmhmm,” Will squeaked, not fully paying attention to his attacker, but trying to see if anyone was coming in the door. He hissed in pain when the old man squeezed him particularly hard and finally noticed the man’s pants were pooled around his ankles. “Oh god…” he moaned, trying to pull away.

“Don’t be shy, Pretty—just give it a feel.” He grabbed Will’s hand and tried to force the youth to jerk him off, but Will outmaneuvered him and bolted for the lighted area. “Don’t go in my space!” he shouted, the sound echoing off the walls. Tripping over something on the floor Will landed face down in the man’s ‘space’ and face to face with a corpse.

Screaming in shock he pushed himself up only to find that the entire room was decorated in blood, bones, and preserved skin—presumably from the ‘pretty boys’ the man spoke of. Will yelped when he bumped back into the man and the wrinkly arms encased him, he saw a syringe come into his line of vision and fought even harder to get away. “No!” he flung the old man off, running for the other door he saw behind some meat hooks.

“That door doesn’t open, Pretty,” the old man taunted as he watched Will’s desperate attempts. Frustrated and terrified the teen whirled around to face his attacker who was approaching him slowly from across the room. He pressed himself into the door and looked for something to use as a weapon. “I can’t let you leave now, you realize don’t you? I was only going to fuck you, but since you’ve found my other pretties, well… you understand.” Will grimaced at the thought, his hand finding a bloodied bat in the corner. He squeezed it tight, glaring at his ‘host.’ “The drugs will ease you down,” the man reassured, licking his lips. “You’ll look so good in my collection.”

“Fuck your collection,” Will hissed, swinging the bat as hard as he could once the man was in range. A loud crack broke the silence of the small room and the old man fell motionless at Will’s feet. “Fuck you!” Will shouted as he beat the man again, all his fear boiling over into pure rage. Roaring in anger he kept pounding on the man until he became too tired and had to brace himself again the wall, the bat slipping from his fingers. There was no noise except his heavy breathing. Then a slow clapping of hands killed the silence.

“Well done, baby. Well done.” Avery’s malicious voice taunted. Will looked up in disgust as his shock wore off and he really looked at what he’d done. “Couldn’t stand anyone else touching you, could you baby? I’m the only one.” Will just kept starring at the bloodied body at his feet and suddenly felt violently ill. Falling to his knees he retched up the bile in his throat, hacking and sobbing all at once.

“It’s always hard the first time, you’ll get used to it,” Bosun ‘comforted’ walking in behind Avery. “Before you know it, you’ll be just like me.” He smiled as Will looked up at him with hatred.

“I’m nothing like you…” he hissed, wiping his mouth. “I had no choice… he was going to kill me!” The two men laughed as they pounced on him. Will fought with whatever he had left, but his body was still recovering from the last bolt of adrenaline. He grunted in frustration when they tied his hands behind his back and taped his mouth shut. Bosun grabbed him by the hair and looked the youth in the eyes.

“No escapes this time.” Avery kissed his cheek, before forcing the teen to march back to the car. Avery looked around at all the old man’s ‘decorations’ and shuddered.

“Man, this dude was sick, even to me. You sure can pick ‘em, baby.”

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Jack popped the three aspirins and one Midol Lydia had in her purse and massaged his knee. He’d called Anamaria and been screeched at by both her and Elizabeth. At present they were en route to the bar to help with the search.

“This is stupid. I can’t believe I’m wasting time waiting. Will could be dying,” he muttered.

“They’re only down the street, dude.” Billeh offered. “Don’t worry about Will, he’s a tough old bird.”

“Tough old bird?” Jack asked looking at Billeh strangely. The younger man shrugged.

“What? It’s an expression.”

“Yeah, for chicks,” Lydia scoffed. The conversation was cut off when Ana’s bike pulled up. Jack rose from his own bike immediately and headed toward her. He smiled at the friendly face, but found himself suddenly attacked by a blonde broomstick that could deliver very muscular punches.

“I can’t believe you fucking did that to my brother, you asshole!” Elizabeth screamed, flying at what she saw as her opponent. “He’s going to die and it’s all your fault!” Anamaria forcibly pulled her petite lover back, explaining they didn’t have time for this.

“Fuck you!” Liz screamed, utterly furious at Jack. “If he dies so help me there won’t be a safe place for you on this earth,” she promised, her eyes burning with rage.

“Well, then maybe we should go get him instead of fighting, eh?” Jack snapped back, nursing his second bloody nose for the night. “What’s your plan, Ana?”

“Me and you go out on the bikes looking for them, Lizzie and the others can go in the car—it’s the best odds we have of finding him.” She rubbed Liz’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her, but the younger woman shrugged it off. “What say you?” she asked the group.

“Well, I’ve got to stay and watch the bar, but take my phone in case you need to contact the cops,” Lydia offered, handing it over. “You guys should get going. Time waits for no one.” That being said, all parties dispersed into the night.

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Barbossa was waiting outside the same old building he had been meeting Avery at for months now. He was getting impatient waiting for his thugs to deliver the little brat and nursing a fat lip from where Will had kicked him going over the wall. “Fucking faggot,” he muttered. The cops had been dealt with along with the paramedics. Somehow he had managed to convince them it was Will’s actions that finally pushed Swann over the edge. It was enough to have the cops on the lookout for the whelp, but Barbossa knew Bosun would find him first.

No one could save William Turner now.

Just as he was reveling in his thoughts of revenge, the car he’d ordered pulled up. He could see the three figures fighting in the back and smiled to himself. Will was obviously terrified to see his car there. Bosun dragged the teen out by his hair, muttering to himself. Barbossa noticed the bump on his nose and raised an eyebrow.

“Did he give you some trouble?” he asked, rubbing his own wound. Will glared at the older man, and pulled at his bonds, cussing profusely under the tape. “Bring him inside—to the old office. I’ve got some questions to ask young Mr. Turner.” Will dug in his heels and tried desperately to not be dragged forward. Finally Bosun rolled his eyes and hoisted the youth over his shoulder and carried Will’s still squirming body up the stairs.

He was plunked down in a chair, his feet tied to it. Barbossa sat on the edge of the desk in front of Will and crossed his arms. Avery and Bosun were behind the teen and the driver of the second vehicle stood outside to watch out for any law officials. It was at this point that Will really felt his fear overpowering him. He was completely on his own now. No one knew where he was. No one in the area would report screams or gun shots—these men could kill him and his body would never be found.

His breathing increased noticeably and he closed his eyes in an attempt to center himself. Barbossa leaned over and starred at Will’s face. “What’s the matter, William? Finally feeling alone? Where’s your hero lover now?” he taunted, holding Will’s face in his hands, so that the teen had no choice, but to look at the older man. The teen’s eyes were red-rimmed, but he was trying not to show weakness.

“Better watch out for this one, boss, he’s a killer,” Avery added. Will flinched. Barbossa looked up, amused.

“I know, the cops are looking for you. You killed your father.”

“Not just him. My baby killed himself a bum not even an hour ago.” Barbossa could see Will’s resolve to not cry breaking as Avery kept taunting. “I think he’s still got the blood on his hands.”

“Really? Little William Turner, straight-A-student?” Barbossa pretended to sniffle and then smacked Will on the back, coaxing a muffled sob from the teen. “Welcome to the club, my boy. Too bad you won’t be alive long enough to become a hardened criminal like Bosun—might have been able to employ you.” That did it. The tears poured over and Will screamed at the scoundrel from behind the tape and pulled at his bonds. His tormentors just laughed, making Will lower his head, his eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to block out the taunts.

‘I’m not a murderer, I’m not a murderer, I’m not a murderer!’ he chanted in his head. ‘I didn’t mean to!’

Tbc….

Yeah, weird place to end it, but I figured I’d get SOMETHING out and this was as far as I had betaed. It kinda works though, right? Me and the cliffies and all… no idea where the old dude and the ‘collection’ came f