"Sableye, stop the creature" Regina said. She knew Sableye was quite quick she had seen it herself, and along with the fact that Larvitar was most likely getting tired, she felt confident in her plan. They would both die soon, and Regina would be victorious once more.
"Trying that again" Regina asked, amused by his hopeless persistence. He was never going to win. He had woken a sleeping dragon by capturing her, and now he was going to pay with his life.
She stepped towards him, and flung him forward, against the wall. Time to end this, once and for all. No more playing, his death was upon him. “Times up” she said, before plunging her hand into his chest, and ripping his heart out. It was exhilarating and exciting. Feeling that little orb of power beating in her hand.
"You see this. It’s your heart. With it I can do anything to you, make you do anything" she began softly, resisting the urge to kill him then and there. "With it you are powerless against me."
The searing, devastating, utterly obliterating pain that racked his chest was nothing he had ever endured. The plunging of her hand into his chest cavity was nothing. It barely stung. But when her fingers gripped around his heart, squeezing, that’s when he really felt it. It was achy, yet fiery and stabbing all at the same time. He could feel the coldness of her. He could feel his vulnerability; practically see it in her eyes. Each beat, beat, beat of his heart was pained and suppressed by her ice cold grip.
Then she ripped it out.
That pain alone was enough to topple an ogre. Killian’s thoughts blurred, his eyelids shot open so violently that his eyeballs nearly popped out. His head throbbed and his breathing halted. Killian could feel the faint thump thump of his heart, outside of his body. It was still a part of him, still keeping him alive, but it wasn’t in his possession any more. Seeing it in her hands, that reddish blackened jewel, was beyond any rum-induced stupor.
He felt faint. He felt defeated. Death was knocking on his psyche. But he wasn’t going to let it in.
"I can only imagine how inhumanly black yours must be," the pirate managed to spit out.
Peter waited for Killian’s crew to bring across the gangplank then walked gently onto the plank to the Jolly Rogers. The breeze was cool against his face as he looked up and around at his surroundings. The deck itself was significant with levels and more than enough space for Killian and his mates. Ropes came down from every which way you looked. The tall bars holding the sails just waiting to spread and catch the wind. The ocean scent was different than what Peter was used to but it wasn’t so bad. Taillow, however, didn’t seem to happy with his new home.
"It’s brilliant. You must be very proud of her." Peter said patting the ship’s edge and ignoring Taillow’s talons squeezing his shoulder. He cleared his throat. "Ok, Kill- I mean- Cap’n, what’s to be done then?"
Killian grinned wholeheartedly. He took compliments nicely when they pertained to his ship. Even more so, the ones concerning himself.
"You’ve got good taste," the pirate declared. "Straight forward as well," he added. "I think we’re going to get along just nicely."
He jabbed towards the crewmen working, showing them as an example. The small group of grimy men pulled and tightened ropes, hoisted barrels and crates to and fro. Two men in particular were lifting the anchor, the impossibly heavy instrument of iron that kept the ship in one spot. The men were overworked, yes, but things were getting done.
"As it would seem, we’re ready to set sail." He pointed to a short, burly man and motioned him over. "Help our newest mate here bring the gangplank aboard."
To her complete and utter surprise, Regina found the pirate charging at her, sword drawn. Did he think he could simply kill her with it? Maybe he was more stupid that she thought, or not so stupid really. If she were to die, the enchantments would all fade away, good thing it would take more than an idiotic pirate and a clumsy Larvitar to defeat her and her team.
"Are you really going to try that" she asked him mockingly before teleporting behind him, and waving her arm, bringing all the weapons within the nearby vicinity to her as a shield, willing to give him a minute to look and realize what was going to happen.
Of course, she wasn’t going to kill him with the weapons, that would be far to common and she wanted something that would inspire fear, that would make sure no one would try to overthrow her EVER again. But why not play with him a bit first?
She simply held the weapons as if they were a shield in front of her, keeping them directed at the pirate, and took a few steps away from it, leaving the weapons transfixed in place, walking slowly towards the pirate.
Because she wasn’t afraid.
The weapons pointing directly Killian set him off edge. Scared him just a tad. No way in hell would he let Regina see that fear. If she had, well, it would’ve been best to go ahead and kill himself right then and there. But he wasn’t going out like a coward. Killian was going to fight, no matter how disadvantaged he was.
"Fancy tricks," Killian mocked. "If you’re trying to impress someone, I’d suggest taking your magic elsewhere. I’m not necessarily a fan."
Killian needed to conjure up a strategy.
He spotted Larvitar being chased by Sableye throughout the dark and chilly throne room. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought they were horsing around. If anything, Killian wanted Larvitar to make it out alive and safe. He didn’t want Regina getting her hands on the Pokemon.
"Larvitar!" Killian shouted. "Run!"
Startling Regina with his sudden outburst, Killian seized the moment and charged once more, hoping that Larvitar understood.
Peter watched as Killian left the tavern. He and Taillow ate their food silently. Taillow seemed to not want to be disturbed because he pecked Peter’s hand as he tried to grab one of the rolls. The basket cleared and the soup bowl emptied minutes later. Taillow laid on the table with a satisfied stomach. Peter waved to the wench as he carried a stuffed Taillow out of the tavern half an hour later. They sat by a tree just at the edge of the town thinking about Killian and his offer.
“A life at sea?” Peter speaking to himself more than Taillow. “I know it’d be just for a while but it’d be a long while, being how far Navarre and I don’t even know those people, yah know? They could be on the look out for Red as far as I know.” Taillow said nothing as he laid on the ground. “Although, working on a ship couldn’t be so hard. I mean, what work is there that needs to be done? Moving rum barrels to the lower decks?” Peter chuckled at his own joke. “And a ship full of drunk passengers could be a fun experience.” Taillow slowly got on his two feet and stared at Peter waiting for a decision. “What choice do we have?” Peter finally said. “I must get to Red some way and I owe Killian.”
Peter made his way to the nearest harbor in Laraudia thinking about the exciting things that could be seen at sea. Finally, he saw it. The great ship of Killian Jones. “So this is the Jolly Rodgers?” Peter called out.
"Captain!" one of the crewmen shouted. "There’s a bloak out here marvelin’ over the Jolly Roger, slack-jawed and in awe! He says he’s payin’ a debt!"
Killian gave the remaining dirt globs to Larvitar before exiting his quarters. He stood at the peak of the gangplank, eyeing Peter in the dark. He was relieved that the man showed up. Not because he was repaying him, but because they would be setting sail sooner than later.
"I see you accepted my offer!" Killian declared. Before Peter could respond, Killian called out to his crew. "We’re setting sail, men!"
The pirate spread his arms wide, proudly, inviting, and said with unadulterated joy, “Welcome aboard The Jolly Roger.”
The sword hit the suit of armor, and created a large cut, causing the suit to lose it’s balance and fall to the ground, but with a wave of her hand, Regina fixed it and reanimated it, willing to continue the process for a while, being quite amused by the pirates attempts to escape.
Meanwhile, Sableye was preparing it’s claws, ready for another strike against Larvitar, Regina looked on, and nodded, satisfied with what was happening, glad she didn’t need to call Dusknoir, as it would ruin the terror of the situation, it would give the pirate another puzzle piece, and he might figure out how she escaped. Regina didn’t want that, instead she wanted him afraid and confused about the whole situation.
"I would just give up if I were you, if you do, your death might not hurt so much" Regina shouted at Killian from across the room, another fireball in her hand, this time actually meant for Killian. Not yet though, she didn’t want it to kill him, at least not right away. She had another, better way for him to die.
Killian pushed one of the ghostly suits of armor in front of Regina’s ball of fire. The force wasn’t as powerful as the one that struck Larvitar, but it was enough to get that piece of metal out of the way long enough.
The pirate was lost. He had no inkling on how to defeat them, let alone dodge fire balls and watch out for Larvitar simultaneously. He couldn’t keep the dangerous game up for eternity. Not when he was weaker than his attack on the castle just shortly ago. Malamar was missing, probably never returning. He was nearly-
It hit him. That inkling he had been delving for. The magical suits of armor were brought to life by Regina herself, and the only way to end the enchantment that Killian knew of was to shut off the supplier. He had to kill Regina sooner than he had expected.
With little hesitation, the pirate charged at Regina, sword drawn and desperate determination exuding.
Peter shook Killian’s hand. “Peter. Just Peter.” Peter said. “And it would be extremely helpful to me to ride on your ship, Killian, especially when I’ve overheard you and your friends talking about Niravere. I was just thinking about going there myself.” Peter looked down from Killian to his soup. He had little to offer and Killian seem to have exactly what Peter needed to help him. “But how would that even us out?” Peter continued. “You buy me lunch then help me travel? Thanks but unless your willing to accept 9 gold coins, I couldn’t intrude.”
"Knock off the humility, mate," Killian replied genuinely. He needed the help on the ship, and so he had finally decided that the man could be of use. "In exchange for my generosity, your dinner and passage alike, you assist me on my ship as we sail. Can’t have an able-bodied, healthy man sitting on the ship like a bloody sac o’ dirt."
The bird Pokemon continued eating the bread, completely indifferent as to what was going on around them. Peter had barely touched his soup, but that was mostly due to Killian running his mouth. The pirate waited for an answer though, impatient to get back on the seas and sail.
"Better yet," Killian brought up, an idea hatching that would benefit both men. "Don’t give me an answer. Finish your meal and if you’ve decided to accompany me and my crew, then come to the docks within the hour. If you don’t show, then we’re departing."
And with that, the pirate left the now quieting pub with Larvitar following suit. He could hardly wait to go sailing once again.
"You, take care of me" she asked, laughing at the audacity of it. "Without your Malamar you are nothing, you can’t defeat me" she continues, disappearing and reappearing behind Killian to prove a point. He couldn’t touch her now.
But at the same time, she was a bit worried for Sableye, that was, until she remembered the Pokemon’s unusual ability. Some of it’s attacks always hit first, she wasn’t sure why, but they did for some unknown reason. Confuse Ray was one of those attacks, if Sableye were to use that on Larvitar, well, the creature would no longer be much of an issue.
"Sableye, use confuse ray" she called out, before using her magic to change her position in the room once more, this time to the far end, away from Killian, and closer to the suits of armor she had positioned by the doors. With a flick of her wrist she brought them to life, ready to obey her commands. "Attack him" she yelled at them, pointing at Killian, "but don’t kill him, yet."
The confuse ray attack hit Larvitar spot-on. The Pokemons eyes grew empty, confused. It began to lash out with its arms in every direction almost blindly and no where near Sableye. Killian couldn’t keep his attention on his Pokemon however, not with Regina popping around the room magically and bringing suits of armor to life.
The hollow and lifeless steel armor suits advanced towards Killian. Inanimate objects brought to life were new to the pirate. He couldn’t imagine the suits bleeding like real men, full of oxygen-rich, warm blood. Would a swing of his sword wound them? Were they invincible? There was only one way to find out.
Killian steeled himself before slashing at the first suit of armor with his sword, hoping that it would take at least some amount of damage.
When she saw what happened, Regina couldn’t help but laugh. It didn’t sound quite sane, but she was to caught up in the moment to care. “Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t really care about that miserable creature, right” she said, judging by his reaction that he did in face care about Larvitar.
Well, she thought. My Mother was good for one thing? Wasn’t she. After all, she taught me the truth, that love is weakness. Now, I can use his love, or at the very least, affection for the creature to destroy him, can’t I?
"Perhaps I should do you a favor and finish the creature off right now, of course you won’t live long enough to appreciate the favor, so it would be a bit worthless" she said, playing with him, toying with him, and enjoying every minute of it.
"Sableye" she yells, to which the creature responds by running in, a bit slower than Regina was in walking to the throne room. "Why don’t you go and have some fun with Larvitar." Sableye, upon hearing her words, goes up to Larvitar, ready to completely destroy it.
Killian had kept switching his glance from Larvitar to Regina, a cold, hard stare enveloping his face. He was worried for Larvitar. Killian wanted to attend to him, lift him to his feet and then send him into battle. But he was fuming. The audacity that Regina had infuriated him beyond anything. He felt murderous. Violent.
Her Pokemon, Sableye was making its way towards Larvitar. Killian had dealt with it in the past. It was sneaky and quick; a small but dangerous opponent. But so was Larvitar.
Thanks to Larvitars sturdy, rock-like skin, Regina’s fireball barely affected the Pokemon. The force of the magic had only knocked him back, stunning him. There was going to be a battle. Without Malamar Killian felt he stood a smaller chance, but Larvitar had grown since its last battle.
"Larvitar!" Killian called. "Take care of Sableye! I’ve got the Queen."
"No it’s fi-," Peter started but the wench had already taken the gold and walked away. At this, Taillow dug into the basket, his face hidden by the rolls. "Thank you, sir." Peter said as he sat at his bowl. Peter looked embarrassingly at the man then looked down at his soup and took a sip. The warm dish was exactly what he needed after not having eaten in a long while.
Peter took a napkin and wiped his mouth. “I don’t know how to repay you,” Peter said looking up at the man. “I- we appreciate your kindness, mister, uh…” He sent out an open hand but had realized he didn’t know the name of the man who had just payed for his food.
Killian received the man’s gesture, shaking hands firmly. ”Killian Jones, Captain of the Jolly Roger, at your service,” the pirate declared. A flashy, cocky smile appeared across his face. ”Just call me Killian.”
"And not to worry," he continued, "I’m sure we can work something out…" That’s when the second ingenious idea of the evening had occurred. Killian had lost half of his crew after his journey to that cursed Kelpie island that Regina had sent him to. Majority of the men had been drowned and devoured by the Kelpie, a few had fallen off a cliff, one literally bled to death through his belly button thanks to a purplish berry. And sailing a ship was difficult enough with a large crew of dimwitted, incompetent men. It was nearly impossible with a smaller group of dimwitted, incompetent men who had been shaken to the core. Killian figured an extra, undamaged and hopefully competent man could be of some use.
"In fact," the pirate added. "I have an idea. You’d be willing to sail on a ship?"
"I did tell you I wasn’t going to stay in that absolutely horrendous cell forever, didn’t I" she said, with a slight edge to her voice, as she waltzed into the throne room, a fireball in her hands, ready to be thrown, yes, she thought, I am going to enjoy this, aren’t I?
She tossed the ball of fire back and forth between her two hands, fake throwing it a few times, attempting to make him nervous, because in her mind, Killian didn’t deserve a peaceful death, like the others got, no, he deserved something so much worse, to be tantalized and tricked, never knowing when his death would come.
Finally, she threw the fireball, but not at Killian. No, instead she aimed it at Larvitar, while she wasn’t sure Killian enjoyed the creatures company, he may still barely even tolerate it, he would react, he would do something. She just didn’t know what it was.
Killian watched the blazing fireball in frozen consternation. It created a sinister aura of light throughout the room. Regina was fast with deploying it, so fast Killian could barely process what was unfolding. He barely had time to register her presence, let alone what she would do next. The alcohol was partially to blame.
The pirate was certain the fireball was reserved for himself. So certain that he instinctively unsheathed his sword, prepared to parry the attack. But he was mistaken. The trajectory of the fireball was unseen in Killian’s eyes; it was aimed at Larvitar.
By the time his sword had been released from its scabbard and the realization had dawned upon Killian, it was already to late to deflect the blow. The fireball slammed into Larvitar, knocking it backwards into a tumbling tussle of fire.