Ocean Quinn- Most Painful Memory
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done.
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead."
Read Ocean, a crimson red haired female, she cleared her throat and looked up at the room of eyes staring at her, she quickly looked back down at her paper. She swallowed hard, she heard the click of the teacher's pen and she read over what she was to say before looking up at the class "My Captain My Captain is a poem-" she was cut off by a large boom and flying bits of the wall, she was thrown forward from the blast, she landed hitting her head on a desk before falling unconscious.
When she woke she was in her home, bandages and her best friend hovering over her. "Ugh- Mia....what..happened?" Ocean grumbled and held her head. Mia frowned "you...don't remember? Never mind that...someone attacked the school." Mia said quietly.
Ocean sat up quickly and pulled the IV leaves off of her, she ran for the door and out of her room. Sitting in the living room was her father and uncle along her other friends and her teacher. She shook her head and ran out of the apartment.
Ocean stepped out of the stinky building that she and her 'family' lived in, they were all hunters...Earth was falling apart, so many other beings wanted to rule the world. I mean that's the normal story, right? The redheaded teen walked down the street to take a breather--"Okay okay hold up! Before you even THINK about narrating my life ima stop you! Hello, I'm Ocean. And I'll tell you MY story." I gave off a sassy look to the narrator and stuck my tongue out, they gasped and huffed stomping off.
Now—where did we leave off? Oh! Right! Ahem, I was just on the corner of the street when I felt someone cover my mouth, I struggled then the world went black. When I woke up my hands and feet were bound and my head covered with a knapsack. I was in a panic No! Don't panic! You're a hunter for god's sake! I shook my head and coughed a bit. "Ngh- where am I..?" I groaned I didn't struggle against the binds it would waste too much energy. It was quiet though, surely not in New York.
Footsteps echoed as they grew closer I could hear breathing...and there it was again, that stench of rotten flesh. I felt this warm sensation fill my body. The footsteps stopped in front of me. "Well, Well, Well. Miss Ocean Quinn, Daughter of a thief" This giant of a man towered over me, I gulped and looked up "Quinn?? Daughter of a thief?? What are you talking about?!" I had spoken up which only resolved in the man hitting me.
To be continued.