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Title: Take Two
Rating: T
Media: fic
Pairing/Characters: Jewelry Bonney
Word Count: 286
Prompt: Assume
Spoilers: chapter 595
Bonney put all her hopes and dreams in the word of one man.
Now that man is dead (gone, like the ones before him who had promised her the same) and she sits with chains digging into her skin, leaving their marks for the world to see. She can hear the fine cracks spreading, starting from her chest, moving up and down and all over.
(She is—was—a porcelain doll with her handle with care tag ripped off.)
There is water slipping down her face when the Marines show (how could they not, knowing it was her?) and she remembers. The half-torn face, the glistening red splattered across a once proud mark.
(She remembers a heavy hand on her head, a voice saying that it was her life to live now.)
They drag her and her men, bruised and chained still, off to a relatively unknown headquarters. Just to be safe, they whisper to one another, and Bonney almost laughs. No one will save her, no one knows her, not even her groaning men who plead for her wellbeing instead of their own.
(That tag of hers, she had torn it off the day she’d left, bright-eyed and eager and so damn naïve, thinking nothing in the world could hurt her.)
“Captain,” one croaks. Bonney stares at his broken face, the missing teeth and the too-small clothes.
“We’ll be fine.” Her voice doesn’t waver because Jewelry Bonney is a captain, one of the best. “We’re going to be fine.”
(Seven, stumbling and crying, he had found her, saved her along with dozens of others. Told her to live, to not let this chance be a waste.)
Her head hits the wall, the chains tightening around her wrists.
Game over. Dream over, and Bonney shuts her eyes.
Title: Take Two
Rating: T
Media: fic
Pairing/Characters: Jewelry Bonney
Word Count: 286
Prompt: Assume
Spoilers: chapter 595
Bonney put all her hopes and dreams in the word of one man.
Now that man is dead (gone, like the ones before him who had promised her the same) and she sits with chains digging into her skin, leaving their marks for the world to see. She can hear the fine cracks spreading, starting from her chest, moving up and down and all over.
(She is—was—a porcelain doll with her handle with care tag ripped off.)
There is water slipping down her face when the Marines show (how could they not, knowing it was her?) and she remembers. The half-torn face, the glistening red splattered across a once proud mark.
(She remembers a heavy hand on her head, a voice saying that it was her life to live now.)
They drag her and her men, bruised and chained still, off to a relatively unknown headquarters. Just to be safe, they whisper to one another, and Bonney almost laughs. No one will save her, no one knows her, not even her groaning men who plead for her wellbeing instead of their own.
(That tag of hers, she had torn it off the day she’d left, bright-eyed and eager and so damn naïve, thinking nothing in the world could hurt her.)
“Captain,” one croaks. Bonney stares at his broken face, the missing teeth and the too-small clothes.
“We’ll be fine.” Her voice doesn’t waver because Jewelry Bonney is a captain, one of the best. “We’re going to be fine.”
(Seven, stumbling and crying, he had found her, saved her along with dozens of others. Told her to live, to not let this chance be a waste.)
Her head hits the wall, the chains tightening around her wrists.
Game over. Dream over, and Bonney shuts her eyes.
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