The Chinese New Year

Chapter Eight

Eliabeth kicked and screamed while Sao rolled her onto her back and climbed untop of her once again. This time, however, he had pinned her legs down, and was about to pin her arms down,but she started puching and scratching. This was no longer a pirate woman fending him off- this was a desperate woman, a woman attempting to hold on to her dignity, but Teng chuckled cruelly. It wouldn't work- the other ones fought, even Daiyu, but in the end, Teng always got what he wanted. The sick bastard had a wild taste for virgins, after all.

Teng sat up, ignoring Elizabeth's fists pounding on his stomach and chest, again attempting him to get off her. This was it- he was going to take her, and no matter how hard she fought, the evil man on top of her was going to dishonor her. She wasn't ready- she didn't want it to happen this way.

Sao Teng, the twisted ass that he was, grabbed Elizabeth's hips, forcing them to stay still as he untied the strings that kept her pantaloons up. He began to take them off, enjoying the cries from beneath him.

Jack! Elizabeth screamed in her head. She closed her eyes, so at least she did not have to see Teng take her. Jack! Will! Anybody, please help!!

Tears fell from her eyes, feeling Teng pull her pants down. But suddenly a weight was lifted- Teng had fallen backwards, and Elizabeth felt warm, safe hands pull her up and out of the way. Elizabeth watched as a mysterious figure, she had no idea who it was- she was so upset and angry and ashamed at what could've happened to her that she didn't really care who was fighting Teng. She watched as the tall masculine figure pick Teng off the floor and hurl him into the wall, knocking down wall hangings and statues with the blow. The figure then grabbed Teng's head and hit it againt the wall, face first. Kept hitting and hitting until Sao Teng's face was no longer recognizable, until blood now covered the already red walls, yet the stains seemed to stand out.

Teng eventually caught his 'footing', for lack of better terms, and elbowed his attacker in the groin, seeing with satisfaction his attacker double over in pain. Teng stood up and ran to the other side of the room to pick a sword lying on the ground, but stopped midway when he heard a gun click. Teng turned around, and saw that Sparrow had somehow nicked his gun away from his belt, and was pointing it at him, ready to shoot, still laying on the ground. Even in Jack's position, he still looked menacing.

Elizabeth was being cradled in Daiyu's arms while all of this was happening, crying her eyes out. She would never forgive Teng for this- she wanted to see that bastard die. When she heard the clicking of the gun and looked up at Teng, exhaling a breathe of relief when she saw that he didn't have the gun. She just might get her wish after all, she might just see the jackass die. Elizabeth glanced at the gun holder, than back at Teng, then did a double take back to her rescuer.

It was Jack. He was alive! Relief flowed through her body, seeping into her brain, her soul- her heart. Elizabeth now knew that she was safe, with Jack around.

Daiyu kept stroking Elizabeth's hair, radiating warmth and care into the frial woman, trying to make sure she knew that someone did care for her in this world. Daiyu had been in this position before, and unfortunately for her, no one came to the rescue.

She was damned if she allowed Teng to do the same to anyone else, not if she couldn't help in some way.

Fortunately for Teng, however, the gaurds heard the commotion and barged into the room, their guns pointing at the three on the ground, and Sao Teng smirked.

"" Teng looked at Eliabeth, Daiyu and Jack, who was forced to drop the gun he was holding. ""

He locked eyes with Elizabeth, who was shooting pure venom at him. The soldiers grabbed each of them underneath the armpits, and led them to the dungeon.

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They were all harshly pushed into their cells- Daiyu and Elizabeth in one, Jack in the one right next to them. Immediately, Elizabeth crawled over to the bars, to look at Jack- to make sure he was real, to make sure he was there. He was, and he was in arm's reach. So she reached out to him, and grabbed his arm.

That simple geture said a lot.

Thank you, Jack. You're alive! You are hear! I'm sorry, thank you, i've never felt so bad in my life but I feel like hope is now in store for me.

Let go Elizabeth. Get your fucking hands off of me. was what Jack had thought, and actually put into words. Even after all that had happened, after he saved Eliabeth from being deflowered (which he would have done for ANY woman in danger), he still felt betrayed. And now he had a chance to show it.

"But, Jack..." Elizabeth started, and squeezed his arm tighter, but it was ripped away from her hand.

"Elizabeth. Now. Would. Not, Be. The. Time. To. Talk." Jack prounounced every single word like it was diseased.

It hurt him. Not only was she the thing that he thought about most, but she had been a friend- his best friend, even. He had told her more than he had told anybody else. And her betrayal had struck a thousand daggers into his heart.

Elizabeth leaned back against the wall, her hands in her lap. She quietly muttered something, and just sat there next to Daiyu, staring at her hands. Jack had his back against the bars to the woman's cell, so he wouldn't have to watch her. Because to watch her and see her upset would cause him to take it all back, to tell her that everything was okay. But he knew that now would not be the time. He must let her feel hurt for a little while, to let her know the pain, more emotional than physical, that she had caused him.

But all he wanted to do was cup her face into his hands and just stare into her beautiful face- to drink in everything about her. To wipe away all the tears she had ever cried over him, and kiss her on the forehead.

All Jack did was sit there, and hear what Elizabeth mumbled over and over again in his mind.

"I'm sorry, Jack."