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Whumptober Day 11

Prompt: Hallucinations Rating: Teen Characters: OCs, Mentioned other people's OCs Tags: Pirates, Prison, Ghosts, Angst, so much angst, missing scene in a sense?, TW: Untreated injuries, TW: Dead Character, TW: Implied Pedophilia, TW: Emotions.

The prison itself was dark and damp. It reeked of rot, whether it be from animals or dead prisoners. It was humid too, though Marcy had no idea how. There was no sunlight in this place, after all.

Marcy's scalp felt like it was on fire, burning and itchy and overall unpleasant. She knew the back of her head was bleeding as well, because when she tried to scratch that itch her hands looked like she had just skinned a deer. Oh, not to mention the bruised and beaten thing.

The first mate just wanted to go home, not rot in a cell.

She missed Randy, and Rosa and the captian as well. She missed the entire crew, really. Marcy didn't even want to think about how many they might have lost at Grimcrest.

"This is not you, Marcy." A familiar voice echoed in the cell.

Her head shot up, glancing around in the dark until a blue figure showed itself. The person had one large braid with a ribbon laced through it, messy clothes and a bloody neck. They were almost completely see through, like some sort of ghost. "Lilith? Now you show your face, huh?" The pirate sneered, and would have crossed her arms if they weren't in shackles.

The floater sighed, and sat against the opposite wall. "Look, once you joined the bandits I couldn't help you anymore. I can't go on their ship Marcy, it's against the code."

"You know very well that isn't what I'm talking about," the tattooed woman growled, but didn't yell, "I'm talking about after I moved to Grimcrest. Where I was in constant danger, and the one time I didn't have Randy with me a man tried to..." She trailed off, snapping her jaw shut. That was years ago, she could get over it. She could.

It wasn't like that fully happened. She was able to fight him off. So why was it so hard for her to get over?

Lilith frowned at her words, a look of pity on her face. Marcy hated it. She always hated pity, she never needed it. It never helped in any situation. "Don't look at me like that." The short-haired woman turned away.

The former Seadog's frown only deepened at the comment. She cared about her student, she really did, but this wasn't what she was here to speak to her about.

"I saw what happened at the Day Festival. You let Randy kill two men, Marcy. This is not what I stand for. Have you forgotten the leasons I've taught you?" Her look of pity turned to a scowl.

"I did not tell him to do that, he did that himself. So don't you dare put the blame on me for it. Besides, they were Armada, they deserved it. You should know that better than anyone." Marcy glared at her, before moving her gaze to the line along her old mentor's neck.

Lilith rolled her eyes, "You let him draw blood, but did not draw blood youself? How is that any fair? Besides that, you fell into a trap, and left your friend's side with no knowaledge of where you had run off to? What is with you, Marcy?"

She was about ready to punch the old Seadog, the woman she used to look up to. It's a shame that would break the code if she did though, as well as her fist. "Don't shame me, woman! I already know I made mistakes, I don't need you to voice them. Just go, get out. Go back to your haunted old ship that nobody fuckin' sees!"

Marcy was seething, not even sitting down anymore as she stood over the spirit like a bear. Without a word, but instead a look of worry, Lilith faded away into a mist before vanishing completely.

The pirate felt tears starting to well up in her eyes, their salty smell a relief from the decay in the dungeon. She hated how much she felt like a scared little kid again in here. Marcy can defend herself now, she didn't have any reason to feel this way.

She fell to her knees, water streaming down her cheeks and into the cracks in the floor. Marcy didn't sob. She stayed quiet, not wanting any guards to hear her moment of weakness and take advantage of it.

Marcy didn't want to be taken advantage of again. Not again.