Possession, theneverwars666 [literature books to read .txt] 📗

Dylan sat on the railing of the ship. He sat there singing wondering what he could do. As he was singing he got a wonderful yet ludicrous idea making his song falter. As his song faltered he fell off the railing on to the deck. At that he began to laugh. While still laughing he hot up and walked up to a pile of swords. As he stood there he realized how funny laughing sounded.
Finally he took a deep breath and began to sing again. While he sang he picked up the most beautiful sword out of the pile. It had a special blade that’s metal turned colors for the users. For the captain it was a blue. Such a deep, deep blue. It reminded Dylan of the ocean on a good yet cool day. As he picked up and looked at the blade, the blade turned three different colors. They were silver like mercury, red as deep as blood, and purple as beautiful as any lapis lazuli. He knew what it meant though. Tomorrow there will be a storm and then there will be bloodshed, and as soon as that is done he will be taken away from the place he now called home. As he thought and sang the sword changed one last color, gold.
Gold was for land and for love. Gold was for happiness and a true home gold meant that Dylan was no longer stuck in this hell they called a ship. He was going to be free! If he could only remember what gold meant. He had so many things going around in his head that he couldn’t catch the thought of what gold stood for. He tried his hardest to think about what it meant but couldn’t.
As he tried to remember he kept playing with the sword. Since he was not paying attention to his movements he ended up losing control and slicing himself. The cut went from his caller bone. He couldn’t believe that he did that to himself. As he tore off his shirt to see how bad it was he knew that he would need stitches. But he also knew that everyone on the ship was asleep. He was only one on board awake. For it was his role as a possession and a thing of the night. He was to sleep during the day. He knew not why though.
He thought that it was weird because he could go days without sleep. Then sleep during the night and stay awake for days again. But he did like being able to sleep every day. But not sleeping through the day. If anything he rather sleep during the night and help out aboard during the day. But it could be what the captain wants. Then he remembered his cut. It was bleeding pretty badly. He went and dropped the sword then went to the captain’s quarters. He knocked on the door. He waited. Nothing. Then he knocked again but louder. Waited. Nothing.
So he then banged on the door and he heard a thud. The door opened two minutes later and the captain was there.
“What do you want?” the captain said in an angry sleepy voice.
“I need stitching sir. Do you have a stitching needle? Or any stitches?” Dylan asked.
“Ay, I just might. Now hold on a minute will you and I will get you them.” The captain said.
Dylan could tell that the captain had a hangover from the party they had that Dylan was not invited to go to. But that didn’t bother him none. In fact it gave him more time to himself. As he sat waiting for the captain to give him the stuff he kept on looking at the cut. Finally the captain came and gave Dylan the needle and stitching. He then went to the railing as soon as the captain shut the door on his face and stitched himself up. As he stitched himself up he noticed that it didn’t hurt.
Once he was done it was becoming dawn and he was getting tired. He went back to the captain’s quarters and knocked 3 short knocks and 2 long ones. The captain got up and got dressed. Dylan waited and then the captain came out. As he did so he then let Dylan into the room and Dylan fell onto the bed and fell fast asleep. Nothing could wake him up now.
As he lay there he wasn’t aware of what was happening. Dylan did not hear the clanging of metal or the screams from multiple people getting hurt. He knew not of the danger that could possibly befall him. Then all of a sudden the door to where he slept fell down with a loud bang and he awoke. Dylan moved to his back and sat up. He came face to face with a very enchanting face. The face to Dylan seemed to capture him but he knew that he shouldn’t be intrigued by the beauty.
Dylan closed his eyes and then opened them again. He still had the beautiful face in his.
“Who are you? What do you want?,” asked Dylan.
“I, child am the captain of the ship ‘Possessive Melody’. And I want the possession of this ship!” said the beautiful face in an equally beautiful voice.
“Well, captain. You’ll not have the possession. For there is none.” Dylan lied.
“Is that so?” the beautiful captain said.
“Ay. It be true. The last of the possessions we saw were over 4 months, 6 days, 7 hours, 37 minutes and 45 seconds ago… oops.” Said Dylan.
Only possessions would know exactly when or where they were seen by recruiters for ships.
“Ay. So you be the possession right?” the beautiful captain said.
Dylan said nothing about being one or not. Not only did he not want to say if he was one but he also was not allowed to say. It was part of the pact he made with the captain of the ship he was on this very moment. As he sat on the bed looking at the beautiful face the face began to get a new emotion. Dylan knew what the emotion was.
“D-D-D-Don’t get mad please. If you do I don’t know what will happen. I swear to you I don’t know what will.”
“Then tell me if you are the possession or not child!” the voice said.
“I can’t it is impossible for me to tell you. Once the pact is sealed I am not to reveal anything that is on the contract. “
“How is this contract sealed?”
“To seal a contract you must kiss the possession. But if you want to possess one that has already been possessed then you must kill the possessor and then kiss the possession after making a contract that both you and the possession find fit.”
“I didn’t ask for all this information. Why are you telling me all this?”
“I can’t tell you. I am sorry.”
“Who is your possessor?”
“The captain of this ship.”
“He is dead. Right before I came in here I ran him through.”
Dylan began to laugh. How could a pirate know about how to kill a possessor? Not in 10 years had the pirates been able to kill a possessor after trying to and then taking his possession. Many possessions had died that way. Due to lack of possessor love, affection, and energy. The person then got angry looking again and Dylan stopped laughing.
“Once one owns a possession one cannot die easily. The only way to kill is to do what the possessor never did that was on the contract.”
“And where is this contract?”
Dylan didn’t say but looked over to his left and looked at a giant black chest. The beautiful face did the same thing and then walked over to it. Then he opened it without a problem. As he looked in the chest he found the contract. It lay open next to a picture of Dylan.
“I found yer contract. Can you tell me what he didn’t do that was on the contract?”
“I can point to it but I cannot say. I am sorry sir.”
The person with the beautiful face came back to Dylan and opened the contract. He placed it in front of Dylan and Dylan read through the contract. He pointed to all the things that the captain never did. The beautiful face read the things Dylan pointed out, out loud.
“He never let you meet the members of the ship; he never loved you, never kissed you, and never had any time with just you…. He never did the things that a possession really needs ay? Well I could do that for you, child. And much more. What would kill him?”
“If you do all that I pointed out. You already did one though. That is time with just me.”
“Well before I can kiss or love you I must know your name, child.”
“My name is Dylan. Dylan S. Shadowed. And your name captain?”
The beautiful face gave a shocked look and then put his hand on Dylan’s cheek. He then sat next to him with his hand still on Dylan.
“Before I tell you mine I want to know how old you are.”
“I am to be 15 tomorrow sir.”
The man smiled and then gave a grateful look. “My name is Donovan.”
“Donovan S. Death” they said at the same time.
“So you remember?” the captain asked.
“Yes now I do.”
Donovan then made Dylan lay down for he was already looking at him and then Donovan kissed Dylan a sweet passionate kiss that was long awaited for Donovan.
“I believe I have 3 of your things down. The kiss, the love, and the time. Now do you want to meet your new shipmates?”
“I would love to Donovan. More than anything else.”
“More than that kiss?” Donovan said teasingly.
“Maybe.” Dylan teased back.
Donovan kissed Dylan again and then helped him up. Then he took Dylan to meet everyone. Once out of the quarters Dylan found a lot of injured men and one man barely clinging to life. The captain. Then he saw that there were people that were perfectly fine. Nothing wrong. Not even a scratch. Dylan then was introduced to the crew of the “Possessive Melody”. They all really looked nothing like pirates. They were clean and beautiful. They even had good teeth. That part shocked Dylan immensely.
As Dylan got introduced some of the men looked at him as if he were a bug that was going to be hassle. Once he was introduced to all of them, a couple of the crew members came up to him and Donovan.
“We aint going to take care of another little girl. We are done with taking care of something that believes they should be treated like a queen.” Said a tall, tanned, and the most handsome member of the crew.
Dylan began to laugh. So what if they had other possessions. But seriously. Him, a girl? Now that was hilarious. The person that spoke glared at Dylan.
“I aint no girl. And I have dealt with too much to be treated like something majorly important.” Dylan said through his laughing.
“Prove it to us child.” The handsome man said.
Without thinking Dylan opened his shirt. His sloppy stitching was still there. And when he opened his shirt it snagged on a stitch and opened it. Violet blood that belonged to certain possessions, bled from Dylan.
“So you are a boy. But what happened. And do you know you are bleeding purple?”