Post by WickedElphie on Feb 24, 2009 13:05:51 GMT -5
Okay: This is sort of an alternate ending for the first movie, complete with angst and character death. I will add that this is not the Anderson ending by any means. There is a semi-happy mini-epilogue attached that can have whatever meaning you would like. So-On with the angst!:
He was too late.
There was a horrible flash of light and the sound of demonic laughter. Then came a terrible silence. Blood pounding in his ears, he jerked the wheel as hard as he could, sending the ship’s prow into that dark, dark heart. The witch’s screams echoed in his soul as he jumped.
If things had been different he would have dived away from the maelstrom, would have used his last ounce of strength to make it to shore to wait for her. As it was, he let himself plummet to the bottom of the whirlpool, to meet her where she lay instead.
The ocean had begun to revert to its usual ebb and flow, and the rushing water cushioned his fall just enough to keep him alive. Even though, he was bruised and broken when he finally landed in the shrinking circle of bare sand. Knowing there wasn’t much time, he reached for her.
Almost idly, he noted that he had never seen her so still. Not ever. She had been all of sunshine and fireflies and the sound of sweet music. Everything that was good and warm and alive. Hands shaking, he brushed her hair back from her beautiful unseeing eyes, then leaned in for their first and last kiss…
When the ocean finally came to claim them both, he was already gone.
When he wakes shaking and shivering to her concerned gaze, he is lost for a moment. Her hand brushes his cheek and he is found…It is not the last of the nightmares, and not all of them will be his, but for now he just holds her close and waits for the light.
He was too late.
There was a horrible flash of light and the sound of demonic laughter. Then came a terrible silence. Blood pounding in his ears, he jerked the wheel as hard as he could, sending the ship’s prow into that dark, dark heart. The witch’s screams echoed in his soul as he jumped.
If things had been different he would have dived away from the maelstrom, would have used his last ounce of strength to make it to shore to wait for her. As it was, he let himself plummet to the bottom of the whirlpool, to meet her where she lay instead.
The ocean had begun to revert to its usual ebb and flow, and the rushing water cushioned his fall just enough to keep him alive. Even though, he was bruised and broken when he finally landed in the shrinking circle of bare sand. Knowing there wasn’t much time, he reached for her.
Almost idly, he noted that he had never seen her so still. Not ever. She had been all of sunshine and fireflies and the sound of sweet music. Everything that was good and warm and alive. Hands shaking, he brushed her hair back from her beautiful unseeing eyes, then leaned in for their first and last kiss…
When the ocean finally came to claim them both, he was already gone.
When he wakes shaking and shivering to her concerned gaze, he is lost for a moment. Her hand brushes his cheek and he is found…It is not the last of the nightmares, and not all of them will be his, but for now he just holds her close and waits for the light.