The scream echoed from the room, through the halls and to the deck.
Bursted with terror, her voice traveled through the cranny of the galley and sickbay, toward the crew's cabin and the gun deck. Reaching as far as the blige and even the storage. The walls delivered her shouted begs, the rain and the trembles of her unwell words flew with the air and the strings of drizzle that came from the storm.
The waves heard her, accompanying her breakdown with a splash of waves that reached the upper deck, sending a crash of droplets to the ground through the steps of bulwarks. Everyone who bore the drums for hearing had heard her clear. As if it were demanded, the gasps of winds, the splash of waves, and the noise or rains vanished with her last note.
The silence deafened the night, sharing the sentiment to everyone in the galley.
Everyone did not make a move, the question of curiosity and confusion lingered with their eyes that traveled from one another.
Zeki stepped back momentarily, panicked on his face as he stumbled on his feet. Everyone followed his eyes and gasped in horror and escaped their mantras and prayers.
The plea for god and goddess loudly deposited.
The man they looked at with fear had his eyes dark as everything they had witnessed, the rage was completely new to his core. Not the sense for killing, not his usual vibration of slaughter but it was completely different.
It was possessiveness that fuels his monster, and this time around Axel was uncertain if he could tame that.
"Captain..." Argus trailed off, his eyes looking at his captain for help.
Everyone had their heart on their stomach, the lack of circulation of the air and the fear of being the demon's victim for tonight shackles them.
The captain cleared his throat hoping Calev would catch on, holding the necklace around his neck tightly.
"Calev!" Axel stepped in closer but not too close, any unnecessary move would be the demise of everyone.
"Calev." He repeated, this time came was his warning and the clutched of the necklace.
The strings of pain that went all over Calev's body upon Axel's action did not do anything. The attempt was never attended, instead the combatant sternly averted his gaze to the door, completely not giving anyone his attention, or who was on his way.
Even the taming spell bound on that necklace was not affecting him.
"Hide." Hakim whispered to the crew, who stood lifeless.
"Hurry 'n quietly."He continued.
"Zeki, do it!"Axel ushered for the man who was still frozen on the ground when he realized the necklace was rendered useless. Axel had tried to tame him, yet nothing happened. Everyone looked at him, surprised in their state. He might be crazy for the sudden decision but there was nothing they could do.
"What?!" Draco who was quiet the whole time asked, disbelief ran in his tone.
"No." Felix interjected, making Axel glare at him.
"Both of them will be harmed, captain." Argus added, not liking the idea of Axel.
"You got any better ideas? And lower your voice."
Hakim answered, his eyes glaring at the two people who interjected.
"Captain, it's dangerous for both of them, especially Zeki." Argus argued.
"Scallywags, get yourself together 'n leave far from 'im, I put order t' shoot if he goes yer way." The captain said seriously, ignoring all the words of his worried crew.
"Hide." Hakim repeated when he realized Calev's situation had gotten worse.
Axel looked over at the sorcerer on the ground, his eyes showing deep concern.
"Zeki, use your magic." He ordered the man, slowly getting up from the help of the boatswain.
"Be careful."
Draco whispered to Zeki. His voice ordered everyone to seek the safety of the gundeck and never leave.
Despite their calm demeanor, the panic and adrenaline was slowly creeping in. They tried their hardest to keep their reaction, not wanting the man in front of them to suddenly react with any of their actions.
Zeki slowly prepared himself, breathing steadily to balance the energy in him. The magic in his body started to move on his accord, his steps hesitantly moved close to the combatant whose eyes were peering dangerously to the now opened door.
Trailing the crew who immediately disappeared from his sight. The hatches suddenly became his interest, the moonlight shining through. The doctor was one step away from touching him, the magic in his fingertips flowing in the air as it followed the path to the combatants.
When suddenly she screamed again, this time louder and more clearer. The absence of the rain and winds made the sound ring in his ear to his mind, triggering something inside of him.
The darkness in his eyes seeped with rage, the kind of anger that announced deep possession or obsession. The men with him saw the triggering effect on him, their eyes dilated with fright. He looked so different compared to his usual outburst, he looked more serious, angry, and murderous.
Within a flash, he was gone. The quick steps of his feet with anger fueled him as he ran towards the sound. Each of its steps echoed the foretell catastrophe if no one will ever stop him.
"Calev!" The captain's voice alarmed all those who had heard.
In a fleeting second they all hoped that his calling would keep the demon in trance and held him back, just like how it always did. Unexpectedly he didn't stop, no one could stop what was pulling him.
"Captain! He's going to kill everyone!"
Argus shouted, his feet hesitantly ran towards where the combatant ran.
All of them followed through the hatches, as they caught the sight of the man running towards the aft, unto the crew's cabin. The remaining men who hid in the gun deck, prepared themselves for the fight.
Knowing full well, that their population was no way huge enough to hold him but enough for his manslaughter. They just needed the doctor to touch him with his magical powers and hope in the morning to visit them.
"Zeki, follow us !"
Axel screamed as he ran after Argus who followed his closest friend.
"Hakim, go to the gundeck and prepare all the men. God forbid, but if Calev can't be stopped, shoot him dead if you can."
He ordered, there was no hesitations in his voice which shocked everyone who heard him.
"I can only hope he will survive a gunshot."
"Felix, prepare for a combant. Felix and Draco, both of you, in close combat with the man himself, savvy?!"
He ordered, they nodded right away before disappearing to their positions whenever Calev broke through his monster.
This situation had already happened before, and thankfully they always managed to fight the demon off. Or at least the battlemasters and with the help of the other crew managed to buy some time before the doctor or the captain could contain him.
However they are missing someone who can strategically win this fight with the demon.
Elijah.
"Where is that scallywag when he is needed the most!"
Draco groaned as he shuffled to his station, fetching his huge battle ax that he stored in his station at the forecastle.
The man lifted it with ease as he ran back to the weather deck and hid behind the forecastle stairs, simply waiting for another battle with the man who held the most kills in the crew. His heart beated too loudly for his own liking.
Felix followed him afterwards, standing next to the loward's stairs across him in the starboard. Both hiding from the sight of the man, prepared to ambush him. In his waist, slings the numerous daggers that he wouldn't usually wear, and brass knuckles that he used for close combat.
The only man that could only go one on one with the demon was Felix. At least he was the only one who got out of it unscathed. And that was, despite being the man who could basically throw the fierce combatant on his shoulders, he would never win. But at least he could get out with no wounds.
The purple haired spy lurked himself through the darkness of the stern deck. Laying on the floor flat on himself as his head slightly changed through the gap of the stairs. The expectations of the sudden battle between battle masters and the combatant went to the gun deck.
Hakim explained to the men who hid from the rage of the combatant that horrendous encounter. Those who were left confused about the means ask those who were veterans to such events. Many questions had been gathered by the second screams that erupted, wondering of what happened to her and her well being.
"How many exactly?" The navigator suddenly asked, all through by himself.
"Zero out of sixty-three."
The youngest casually answered, referring to the number of times that the man had won against Calev.
Finding a little bit of time to actually find something funny about the whole situation.
"Alright, I will win this time for sure." He claimed.
"I highly doubt that."
Hakim managed to comment on his words as he walked past them after he ordered the men below them to follow the instructions of their captain.
"I'm still stronger than you, Hakim."
Felix rolled his eyes, throwing one of his daggers to the gun master's direction-which he expertly dodged with a yelp in his mouth.
"Fuck you."
He laughed before climbing to the crowsnest, in his hands were his favorite pistols.
"Fucking focus you rats, its either we get killed tonight or captain finally decides to have Zeki kill our mate!"
Draco called their attention, the statement that rendered them quiet speaks the truth of the situation.
If he couldn't be tamed, he would have to die.
As per the pact says.
In the halls through the cabins, the heavy footsteps fastened as the two men continued to chase after the fast man. The captain shouting his name with such command, almost snapping him for once. However the man's feelings that were dangerously pulling him lingers to his whole being.
He couldn't think straight as always when he had the episodes, wanting nothing but to see the color of red everywhere to vent out the demonic rage that was unknown to its origin. His anger only worsened when he kicked the door of his cabin, sending the doorframe across the room, scaring both of the people inside.
Scared on her wits, with sweats and tears on her face she breathed between her sobs. She looked at the man in the door, terrified of what was infront of her. Her body shook uncontrollably, the dreams that haunted her lives in her head even when she had been awake.
Almost seeing it right in front of her eyes, contemplating whether it was real or not. Her state almost brought the combatant back to his senses, wanting nothing but to run in her and pull her into his arms. The sight tore his soul, so hard that he physically felt it.
To anyone's dismay, that rage was not easily forgotten as his eyes traveled to the quartermaster who also held the eyes of everyone else as he saw the furious man. His hands all over her shoulders, the grip visibly right everyone's noses but to her it wasn't as such painful.
Before anyone could utter a single word, Calev had the quartermaster on the wall with hands on his throat. His little dagger he used for slicing off anyone's neck shined with the light that emits in the rooms. Holding it into his neck as he stared at him murderously.
Elijah immediately grabbed his hands, effortlessly making the man step back. However the hands on his throat continued to threaten his life.
"Zeki now!" The captain barged in with the doctor inside the room.
The captain surveyed the room with his eyes, seeing the horrified woman who sat in the corner of the bed as her eyes darted to anyone inside. She looked like she just came out of hell, her face flushed red with tears stricken in her skins. Hair was disheveled in every way, her breathing rigid making her chest rise up and down in fastened movements.
"Just what the fuck did you just do to her?!" Calev roared, surprising everyone.
Their eyes stared at the man with aghast, even those battlemasters that stood as a lookout outside heard his voice. Their mouths hung low, completely appalled from what they had heard. They have never seen or heard the combatant speak when he was in one of his fits.
He would just kill, murder, murder, slaughter, and slaughter everyone with no words, no sounds, no anything. As if those who fell as his victims had never existed in the first place but just a complete obstacle in his way that he needed to get rid of.
Elijah tried to answer, his voice depleted as he did so. The eyes of the man in front of him had murdered him thousands of times in the span of seconds he had gotten a hold of his neck. His hands harshly scratched Calev's arms as he tried his best to pry it off.
The captain did not hesitate to step in, using his strength that was nowhere near the strength of the demon.
"Belay that! Let go of him in I swear you will meet your ends in my hands." He declared, glaring at the insatiable man. "You wouldn't want that, but Calev was all prepared to get rid of you even if it meant death."
The repeated warning somehow made no impact to the combatant, as Axel was also pointed out with a dagger.
"Answer me you shitty fucker! What did you do to her?!" He shouted once again, making the four men outside rush inside to actually see what was happening.
"Zeki, now."
The captain screamed his order to the doctor who repeatedly did his incantations, his hands all closed as he gathered all the magic in his body transferring all to his fingertips. In a frantic rush and hurriedness he touched the man's back. Helplessly, he transferred his mana and light to the corrupted man, groaning all the pain that he felt through the process.
The four battlemaster entered the scene, some stayed behind to give Zeki some space to those who obviously were struggling to keep his powers on. The unknown bind inside the combatant was too strong to fight, it was a diabolical kind of thing. Immensely towering the doctor's magic that he boasted out as the powerful one, yet the unrecognized energy in the combatant soul had been a puzzle to him.
"Fe..Felix."
The quartermaster managed to blurted out in between gasps, his face now turning red with the grip. The captain's hands were severely injured as he kept the dangerous dagger in his palm, fighting off the monstrous strength of the demon.
"Th...row ...im ou..t, make ha...ste ."
He ordered when his eyes landed on the blue haired men in the door that looked at the scene with panic in his eyes.
With no hesitation, he strided inside and dragged the man out of the proximity of a now almost unconscious quartermaster and a bleeding captain. The two stood in the middle of the room with hands in each other's grasp.
"Wait, I'm almost there."
Zeki grunted, his eyes almost dropping and the foggy light that came out of his fingertips slowly disappearing. He looked weak compared to what he was before, his nose bleeding in an instant scaring everyone in the room.
"Take him out!" Axel shouted.
An intense fight immediately broke down between the two as the latter managed to actually throw the demon to the weather deck. The moment the combatant landed on his back unto the wooden floor, the weather deck had begun to be the ring of their battle.
The remaining battlemasters followed them out as they exchanged tactics to actually hold back the monster. The grumble of the heavy steps of the two fighters thundered in the ships.
Those who stayed in the gun deck and the other possible hiding places heard and felt the shaking. The navigator did not fail to land a hook to the man's jaw. They exchange multiples of jabs and kicks, thrashing the whole place in the process.
"Captain." The doctor blurted out, his nose continuously bleeding as he forced himself to stand up.
"It was too strong." He stated, half awake and mostly on the verge of unconsciousness. The two men who were now trying to catch their breath listened intently.
"That fucking bind of magic inside him, it has gotten too fucking strong."
He called out, worried about the outcomes of the things he could not prevent even with his powers.
"I thoug—'' Axel did not finish what he was about to say.
"NO! You can no longer use my magic or anyone to tame him, your command does not work anymore! What we should do is to take that magic out or identify the cause of the sudden retaliation from my resistance!"
The doctor yelled through his pain expression, walking closer to the door weakly.
His eyes averted to the woman who was still in a state of shocked, fear stricken face as she cried amidst the chaos. Axel could not answer the doctor as he too knew exactly what he was talking about. They couldn't continuously use it, even if with the consent of Calev himself.
There was no amount of magic that could actually pull him back.
The first time that he met him, he was a rogue in the underground world. Stealing and killing for living and scares everyone with his murder intent. No one was willing to be close to him until Axel came and was helped by Zeki to put a commanding spell on him.
So whenever he got too out of control, he could just call him and threaten him like a master will. It always worked, and with the help of Zeki they managed to tame him. But they all knew that such magic inside him, that they too had no idea what it was, would find its way to resist the taming they brought.
"Only if you find what is the magic that binds him, am I correct?"
Elijah brought up, coughing out the air to breathe. His throat burned, but he managed and forced himself to speak. The two men turned their heads to him, awaiting for his conclusion. When he then gazes up to the woman who cried silently in the corner of the room. Her head was in her arms, trying to hide all of her fears.
She can't look at them, those faces who appeared in her dreams were right there in front of her. The fear that she felt had never abandoned her, not even once.
"Her." Axel whispered, catching on the reference of the quartermaster.
Her.
Her.
[ Ever since she came here, the combatant had been acting weird. ]
So unusual from everyone had seen, and even to his burst of rage, transforming a different demon that they all thought they had seen. She had been a recurring possible reason in every categorization of classification that must be identified to the sudden force from the man.
Her.
"She is here. Leave now, and go to the vast sea where she can't remember!"
Axel remembered the Mayor's words.
Her.
Who is she?
"You! " Axel stepped towards her, scaring her even further.
"Come with me!"
She cried when the captain grabbed her arms and forced her to get out of the corner she was hiding from. She was hastily dragged on top of her feet, forcing her to walk with exertion. She could feel the frustration in the man's actions and voice, enough reason for her to cry and beg to let her go, but he didn't listen.
Elijah managed to help the doctor to walk, still vastly weakened by the amount of magic he put out. They stumbled through the hall, following the captain who effortlessly dragged the crying stowaway.
"Axel! Belay that stop forcing her. You're hurting and scaring her, that shall only wrath that demon.''
Elijah called upon the captain who was looking more angry, almost matching the raging monster outside.
" Let go of her, she..."
He breathed out furiously, in his shoulder was the almost unconscious doctor. In Zeki's eyes he saw the worry and concern that foretells the real man that he knows.
"She is not alright."
Outside the cabins was the furious battle that went between one man and four others who tried their best to hold back the demon. Draco swung his huge ax at the man's direction at every chance he got but was immediately blocked by a body that was thrown towards him.
Argus groaned as he hit the thick muscles of the boatswain. His head was dangerously close to the tip of the ax, making both of their eyes wide. They screamed in frustration as they jumped to the man ready for the battle once again. Hakim and Felix furiously attacked him with their punches, even with the use of weapons to their expense.
In the case of the gun master, his unloaded pistol was for hitting. The metal piece of the gun had bruised the skin of the combatant. He too was wounded in the nose when the furious man head butted him, the strong force making him fall backwards.
"I'll nail yer gizzard to the mast, ye foul-smellin', vile cur! ... Scupper that!"
He shouted as he touched the blood on his nose, grimacing at it once he saw the pile of red in his fingertips.
"I'm shooting him!"
He announced, kneeling on the ground as he prepared the bullets in his hands. His eyes glancing at the fight in front of him, the loneman who was trampled over the three desperate people who just wanted to wake him up.
" Don't!" Argus answered back as he threw the gun master a glare.
" Foul-smellin' buffoon!" He insulted as he watched Hakim continued to load his pistols.
"Ye plagued, spineless sea dog! ... Shiver me timbers!" He shot back at the man. " We are going to die in his hands if I don't! Zeki is down!" He screamed, running into the fight with his pistol pointed at the target.
Draco's ax was suddenly thrown into his direction by the mad man who understood his motives with his gun. The ax landed on the mast, burying itself to the wood. Felix continued to throw punches to Calev which he successfully dodged.
He swung his dagger to anyone that came across him. He attacked Argus who was holding him down on his feet, as he tried his best to tangle the rope on his limbs. He almost landed his dagger to the back of Argus when Draco came at the right time. Tackling him to the ground after getting up from the floor where he landed.
" Blimey! What kind of demon is he really?"
Felix aguishly screamed, exhausted from the useless fight when he knew exactly what the ending was.
Just like always, unstoppable. His strength was monstrous as if he would never lose his energy. This time, he was so much different, something they had never encountered before. Their strengths are not even enough.
"Shoot him." Felix ordered Hakim who had his pistol out already. He nodded right away, his attention turned to the three bodies tackling in the ground.
"Of course you will need me."
Hakim did not waste his time to be arrogant about his shooting skills despite the situation.
"I am still stronger than you, I am the only one who can go one on one with this bitch."
Felix groaned in response to the gun master. Not letting him have the last words, even he was preoccupied with the fight.
With both men above the latter, the stronger one punched him with no mercy as the other one tried his hardest to keep the rope together in Calev's. But to his dismay it always came out of his grasp as he continued to fight back.
"Yet he got your ass flying across the ship, fucker!" Draco exclaimed with his frustrations, Felix's body slumped to the mast when Calev threw him across.
"For fuck sake, you scallywag of a piece of your momma's fuckin cunt! Belay that punching and hold em hands for me before that other fucker shoot my mate!"
Argus screamed at the youngest ears, almost damaging all his hearing aids. Draco glared at him for a second before doing what he was told. To their dismay however, they were not enough for the manhandling of the man when they were both thrown out the sides of the ship just like Felix. Their backs hitting the bulwarks with a loud thud and a groan and hisses in their mouth.
Felix immediately attacked when he realized that Calev almost went for the kill when he turned around to the two with his daggers in a killing position. Hakim did not waste any of his chance and risk and pulled the trigger.
The loud sound of the pistol was heard through the ship and the lonely moonless night. Everyone who was watching the scene through the hatches watched in shock as the blood in the combatant flowed to the floor.
He groaned in pain as he stumbled on his feet, slowly turning around to face the culprit. His eyes dangerously threaten the life of the man. Calev dragged his wounded feet, the blood soaking his left leg as the pain of the gunshot slowly creeped into his system.
Felix quickly guarded Hakim as he threw himself to the angry man. Pushing him back as he continued to walk towards the gun master.
" I'll send ye to Davy Jones locker mate if you wont wake up from your sense you filthy mug!" Felix glared at him, locking his eyes to the dark eyes of the man.
He saw nothing in there but pure wrath, the battle of cries inside of it with fire and blood all over.
" You bitch! Feast your fucking eyes on your prize!"
The captain's voice interrupted all of them. He stood out of the steerage, coming out of the cabin location. A crying stowaway was on his side, his hands gripping at his arms as he harshly dragged the woman to the front but never letting her go.
"Belay your reckless actions you fucking demon, or she will meet the man of the locker!" He threatened Calev, or better yet the demon that was being affected by her presence. Axel's real colors of being a fierce pirate king outshined any darkness in the murderous man.
There stood at the aft was the mighty captain that brought fears to everyone his name reached on. The man conquered the sea with his strength and power, finally showing the woman the real authority that he held beyond those playful guises.
She had been scared through her wits and sanity, the man that she saw in her dreams was now scaring her in her reality. She didn't even have time to comprehend what she woke up upon or actually breathed and calmed all her ricocheting nerves that she badly wanted to throw out. Her eyes bloodshot with all her crying, her tears won't stop anytime soon.
The combatant couldn't take off his glaring eyes at the woman, slowly softening with worry and slight fear. Something inside him pulled again, the same way it felt when he first heard her scream.
Like the inside of his heart wretched in torture, heaviness lingered on it as it continued to pull him. As their eyes met, the pull was getting stronger with a mixture of pain and anger. He felt like he needed to take her into his arms and see fit what needed to be done to anyone who dared touch her.
The monster in his head told him to undo everyone who dared cross her.
"You fucking dare!" He growled, the monsters in his eyes to his whole body coming back with so much wrath.
Axel laughed despite the seriousness of the situation, his voice echoed through the night. Flowing with the chilly wind, telling the still awake soul who he was. The two men who came out of the cabin shouted for the attention of the captain, almost begging him to let go of the woman. Not wanting to anger the combatant any further.
Confusion of course lingered most of the time through their lenses of the actions they saw from the man they thought wouldn't ever act like this for just a mere woman he had just met for at least three weeks.
The obvious changes of this through the span of that time had resulted in this different kind of demon that could never be consoled by any magic or taming incantations.
Any pains that had been inflicted towards his body through the fight had never awoken his senses and reverted him to his usual brooding yet quiet self.
Instead Calev stood there dangerously between Felix, who dearly held him still risking his life on the line. The gun master held his pistol out unto his level, securing the target ahead but making sure he will never shoot his mate dead.
The two battlemasters who stood up from the floor to stand close to the man, preparing for another swing of violence from him. However the doctor's eyes saw the weakening state of the demon, with bruises everywhere and cuts that drop his blood everywhere and a gunshot on his left leg making it hard for him to hold his ground.
He was almost out.
Everyone could see it, it was too obvious that another push of him will have his exhausting body on the ground. His body would undeniably try to keep up with everyone as his rage would only fuel and feed the demon inside him. But he himself could no longer stand still with a gunshot on his leg.
Even he, who was seen as a monster, had his own limitations that stopped his drive.
"Just what the fuck did you do to her, you fuck!" He roared in anger when his eyes caught the figure of the man that he wanted to hurt the most.
The quartermaster, although still suffering from the pain in his neck, managed to put on his usual demeanor of dominance, not allowing the demon to see any frail effect on his body. He bravely stepped out and headed towards Calev, with each of them warning him to not come close.
"Is it her?" He asks, loud enough for them to hear.
"Is it her?" Elijah repeated, the question was for that demon.
"The one that calls you." He added, referring to the woman's effect on the man.
Everyone's eyes turned to the woman in the captain's hands, confused and scared of what was happening. To her who was slowly getting close to all of them, in her eyes are the real them that she was mostly scared of.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER!" The beast inside him did not recognize any of his questions, instead he repeated his question.
The woman's scream lace with pain and horror, anguish and vulnerability, all cycling his mind. Never finding a place to rest, his insanity or whatever that was left inside him clings to a thin thread.
"Tell us who she is. You recognize her, do you? Your demon recognized her." He sternly said, distracting the man enough for Argus and Draco to pull the huge rope in both ends.
At this point, Elijah just spat some nonsense that came to mind. He needs to buy some time, enough for the two people who held the ends of the ropes to do their jobs properly this time.
With no words but just the look in his dark blue eyes, the information and instructions were all understood by the two men.
"You know the stowaway." Calev senses are off, his eyes lingers to the man observing all his moves. His body prepared for an attack, through his weakened state he trances like a gladiator.
"Axel wouldn't hesitate to tear every limb of that girl. Every pain that you could imagine, every suffering, your captain can easily do that. If she was that what affects you, you know Axel will use her in any means to contain you and have Calev on his fingers wrapped. You understand that demon."
Elijah's venomous voice whispered to the cowed combatant, although his dark eyes was nothing but desire to kill the quartermaster, his body stopped with the idea of her being subdued. It wasn't Calev that stopped and hesitated, it was exactly the demon.
" Now!." Elijah commanded, before the combatant could actually react, the ropes wrapped around his body.
"Felix, hold him up."
He ordered the man to immediately tackles the combatant to the ground as he aggressively fought back against it.
"Hakim, hold his arms. Do everything to immobilize him."
Everyone joined in to the tackle, with Hakim and Felix tying both of his arms to his back and Argus and Draco tied his legs together. Elijah holds him back to the ground. Weak and wobbly, Zeki immediately ran to them prepared to use what energy was left with that night.
"I can do it, just hold him." With haste he repeated his chants and his magic unto the man's whole body.
He writhed in disapproval, his anger only being fueled by these men. Unable to be held down by them. The captain finally let the woman go, almost dropping her to the ground recklessly as he too joined them to stop the mad man like some sort of possessed being.
"Somebody hold Zeki before he falls." Axel ordered.
The other crew who witnessed the whole thing from the view of the hatches in the gundeck, decided to be braven their hearts out and lunged towards the upper deck and helped the rest of them. They bravely held unto the man as they dragged him with all their might to the mast and tied him there. They continued to hold him, the still moving lad until Zeki was able to finally stop the demon.
He groaned and roared at anyone with murder in his voice, scaring most of them but still they did not give up. Zeki's nose started to bleed again but this time he no longer stopped his actions instead he continued on. The combatant gave one last look to the woman who was sitting on the floor with her heart on her hands, scared eyes looking at what's in front of her, tears still wetting her beautiful face.
He felt the pull again.
This time was painful, more painful.
That even his body and heart could not bear it.
He succumbed finally to the incantations of the doctor, and his final look to the woman that had his heart tearing, an unknown sad feeling flashed in his body.
As if he was disappointed, as if something inside him has felt betrayed by his actions and failure.
He closed his eyes softly, the men who held their own breathes finally sighed in relief. But the man who had his eyes closed could never find peace in his slumber.