Elizabeth
She hadn't been anywhere new since the four had saved Jeff. Elizabeth had continued in the same town, stayed in the same room, and been to the same bar day after day. Since the saving of Jeff, the town had received the rain it was searching for making the four look even more like the saviors the village hoped they'd be. However, Elizabeth didn't feel anything like a savior. Instead, she felt more regretful than she had hoped. Pain and suffering ate away at her heart and mind every single day, since the first fight. She couldn't stop seeing the faces of those who lost their lives to her. The pictures flashed in her mind minute after minute. Why was she being tortured so? She was supposed to be a pirate. She was supposed to do whatever it took. She was supposed to be strong and independent. How could she be that when she was being held back by horrid feelings of regret, sadness, and depression?
Most of Elizabeth's days, so far, had been spent in the closest bar to he inn. She would go there first thing in the morning and end up at home, somehow, in the evening. Sometimes she wouldn't leave at all. Today had been a day where Elizabeth showed up early in the morning and had a drink in her hand at all times. Her head lay on the bar with her hat covering her face and nobody said a word to her, not after seeing what the woman could do multiple times. She kept to herself and tried to forget everything she possibly could, until a few new loud-mouthed faces began to strut through the door.
Elizabeth would groan as they walked in shouting about all of the amazingly tough things they had recently done. The bar didn't hold one single woman other than Elizabeth making her their first target of course. She could sense, from around the bar, eyes as the footsteps sounded louder and louder. Soon, the three men were right behind her. One wrapped his arm around her shoulders, another grabbed her free hand, and the last stroked her long, wavy, green hair, which had been left down due to laziness. "Why don't you take that hat off and let us see that pretty face?" Elizabeth was angered that a man would have the audacity to ask her to remove her headwear. It was rather repulsive in her mind but she would very much so oblige. The green haired female would place the hat on the bar and raise her head. The man that had his arm around her shoulders would take her face in his hands, "What a jewel. We might need to take this one boys. She'll go great with the collection." Black eyes would stare straight into the brown eyes of this disgusting man. What did he mean collection? What did he think she was? She wasn't just something to be taken and they would soon find out. "Why don't you come with us?" Elizabeth would glare and jerk herself back around towards the bar, "No way in hell."
"Hard way it is," the man would say as his arm begin to wrap around her neck. Elizabeth would jerk her head back towards the man hitting him in the nose causing him to cry out in pain and stumble away. The man that had grabbed her wrist would have a glass over his head shortly after knocking him unconscious. The last man would yank the woman's hair causing Elizabeth to yelp in pain, as she stumbled and fell backwards into the floor. With a handful of hair, the man would kneel down in Elizabeth's face with a smirk, "Real fiesty this one." Elizabeth would grin as she pulled her foot back and kicked him hard in the groin. He would release her hair as he soon fell into the floor and rolled around in pain. Elizabeth would struggle to her feet wobbling as she finally stood. As steadily as she could, Elizabeth would grab a wooden stool and slam it down onto the man's back breaking it to pieces. He would stop moving and the woman would freeze. Was he still.. breathing? The green haired female would lean down to see if he was breathing but in the act, the large man with the broken nose would tackle her and pin her to the ground, "Little bitch, you'll pay for this. We'll make sure you get it real good. Your life will be a living hell." With the terrifying black eyed woman finally helpless, the rest of the bar seemed to fill with excitement. It seemed that Elizabeth wasn't the most liked and everyone wanted their revenge.
Most of Elizabeth's days, so far, had been spent in the closest bar to he inn. She would go there first thing in the morning and end up at home, somehow, in the evening. Sometimes she wouldn't leave at all. Today had been a day where Elizabeth showed up early in the morning and had a drink in her hand at all times. Her head lay on the bar with her hat covering her face and nobody said a word to her, not after seeing what the woman could do multiple times. She kept to herself and tried to forget everything she possibly could, until a few new loud-mouthed faces began to strut through the door.
Elizabeth would groan as they walked in shouting about all of the amazingly tough things they had recently done. The bar didn't hold one single woman other than Elizabeth making her their first target of course. She could sense, from around the bar, eyes as the footsteps sounded louder and louder. Soon, the three men were right behind her. One wrapped his arm around her shoulders, another grabbed her free hand, and the last stroked her long, wavy, green hair, which had been left down due to laziness. "Why don't you take that hat off and let us see that pretty face?" Elizabeth was angered that a man would have the audacity to ask her to remove her headwear. It was rather repulsive in her mind but she would very much so oblige. The green haired female would place the hat on the bar and raise her head. The man that had his arm around her shoulders would take her face in his hands, "What a jewel. We might need to take this one boys. She'll go great with the collection." Black eyes would stare straight into the brown eyes of this disgusting man. What did he mean collection? What did he think she was? She wasn't just something to be taken and they would soon find out. "Why don't you come with us?" Elizabeth would glare and jerk herself back around towards the bar, "No way in hell."
"Hard way it is," the man would say as his arm begin to wrap around her neck. Elizabeth would jerk her head back towards the man hitting him in the nose causing him to cry out in pain and stumble away. The man that had grabbed her wrist would have a glass over his head shortly after knocking him unconscious. The last man would yank the woman's hair causing Elizabeth to yelp in pain, as she stumbled and fell backwards into the floor. With a handful of hair, the man would kneel down in Elizabeth's face with a smirk, "Real fiesty this one." Elizabeth would grin as she pulled her foot back and kicked him hard in the groin. He would release her hair as he soon fell into the floor and rolled around in pain. Elizabeth would struggle to her feet wobbling as she finally stood. As steadily as she could, Elizabeth would grab a wooden stool and slam it down onto the man's back breaking it to pieces. He would stop moving and the woman would freeze. Was he still.. breathing? The green haired female would lean down to see if he was breathing but in the act, the large man with the broken nose would tackle her and pin her to the ground, "Little bitch, you'll pay for this. We'll make sure you get it real good. Your life will be a living hell." With the terrifying black eyed woman finally helpless, the rest of the bar seemed to fill with excitement. It seemed that Elizabeth wasn't the most liked and everyone wanted their revenge.
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