A show like Our Flag Means Death comes to us all rarely in fandom, consuming us all in such a way that we can’t stop thinking about its characters and how much they all mean to us. Part of that is because the brilliant cast of actors who bring them to life are all so willing to engage with their fans and talk to them, but another part of it is because the show itself manages to give time to each of these characters to help them grow.
That comes down to series creator David Jenkins and his writers, who managed to bring us a wonderful season 2 of our beloved pirates. The show came back for season two at the beginning of October and has been releasing multiple episodes each week, giving fans a brilliant but fast second season. Now that we’re already at the end of it, we’re left hoping we’re get a renewal for season 3 and a bit of a mess after what happened in the final moments of season 2.
I was lucky enough to talk with creator David Jenkins about the finale, and the season as a whole, and what it meant to come back for season 2, to revisit these characters that mean so much to fans, and how it feels to change the perception that some of us have on these characters, like Izzy Hands (played by Con O’Neill).
Spoilers ahead for the second season of Our Flag Means Death!
Talking about the finale, the season as a whole, and the fanbase that really did rally behind this show to make it all possible, Jenkins broke down everything that makes Our Flag Means Death special.
Saying goodbye to Izzy Hands
After season 1, I wouldn’t think I’d be an Izzy Hands fan, and yet, here I am. I did start our chat by telling Jenkins that I thought he should be in jail for making me care so deeply for a character like Izzy only for making me have to say goodbye to him by season 2’s end. He has such a journey from the start of the season, going from being Blackbeard’s right-hand man to a man on the ship without a real purpose and even singing “La Vie en Rose” during a celebration for the crew. All of this warmed the audience to him and left me a mess when Izzy was shot and killed in their final stand, as they tried to flea as a united front of pirates.
Lightly joking with Jenkins about my new feelings on Izzy, I asked how they mapped out Izzy’s growth as a character into what would ultimately be his end. “Con can do so many things and I really did want to give him all the toys to play with,” Jenkins said. “I wanted to give baby everything. He gets to sing, he gets to be there without a shirt, he gets to have a death scene. He has multiple death scenes, gets his legs shot off. He gets to have unrequited love. So I think it was just going logically with what happens when this guy bottoms out from this toxic relationship.”
Jenkins went on to explain what happens after you let Con O’Neill have all his toys. What happens in the aftermath? “And then it was kind of confusing because we’re like, ‘Okay, well how does he come back? What kind of things does he do?'” he said. “‘How does he get a new leg? What is that gonna look like? Oh, it comes from the unicorn. Oh, cool. That’s cool.’ And watching him kind of rebuild himself and realize that he’s loved and he’s part of this community and that he is not a first mate anymore and I think it would be very uncomfortable for him to be on a ship and not first mate. So what kind of things does he get up to? Oh, he whittles. Okay. Oh, he is gonna train Stede because he’s largely bored. Then it was a surprise, I think, to all of us to have him end up as kind of a father figure to Ed and be the one that gives him permission to just be himself.”
Logically, it makes sense that Izzy would not be able to tempt fate once more after facing death multiple times throughout season 2. Still, the idea of not having Con O’Neill in the series’ future hurts.
Embracing the outrageous
When you break down Our Flag Means Death, it is, as Jenkins pointed out about one outlandish moment … stupid—not in a “this show is beyond unreasonable” sense, but it is a comedy. We love our beloved pirates very much, but they are so silly, and when we’re reminded of how silly the show can be, it’s nice—like having Blackbeard (Taika Waititi) find one of Stede’s (Rhys Darby) many letters that he wrote him when they were separated from each other. It’s emotional and sweet, and then out of nowhere, Waititi turns and screams through his tears, “You wrote me a lovely letter,” and I burst out laughing. It is so incredibly stupid that I couldn’t help but cackle, and Jenkins recognizes that the show finds a delicate balance between the beautiful moments and the completely outrageous.
This scene in particular ended up being on of my favorite moments in the finale. It was a long time coming and a setup that really paid off through the season as a whole. Ed wasn’t really in his “Blackbeard” look for most of the season, and he hadn’t read any of Stede’s letters, so for this to be kind of the combination of the two moments really hit.
Then, to have Waititi crying as he yells just really makes it a perfect storm of nonsense. “He’s also come from the sea. He’s also dressed like the rogue warrior. It’s stupid on a lot of levels,” Jenkins said of the scene in question, to which he said, “I love dumb and sweet. That’s a great spot to live in.” That led to us talking about how they manage to bring all of that into the writers room with all their characters in mind.
Spending time with our beloved characters
Our Flag Means Death has a lot of pirates on their ships. In season 1, we had two ships to really worry about. The Revenge met up with the pirates of Blackbeard’s crew, and they worked together for the most part. In season 2, we’re meeting so many other pirates from history and yet we’re still finding that balance between our favorites and the new characters making an appearance on the show. So we talked about how they found a way to bring those sweet moments into the show with these new characters.
Jenkins said, “That is the challenge of making the show because there are so many amazing people in the ensemble and they’re also good and they could all have their own show. And I think making sure each script has something for everybody and they all get something to do, it’s an embarrassment of riches and it is like one of the focuses of the writers room just to say, ‘Hey, who are we servicing? Like, who aren’t we servicing? Can we put them in the script more?’ It’s always the challenge of this show. There’s a billion people on it. There’s so many people on the show. There’s a lot of people.”
That reminded me of one of my favorite developments in season 2, the highlighting of Fang (David Fane). At the end of every episode, there’s a little scene during the credits, and for the most part, Fang was a major part of them. It was a joy to see him have his moment in the sun, and for Jenkins, it was about letting Fane have time to shine.
“Dave always does such sweet things too that are like ‘Oh well, we have to get that in.’ He’s just lovely,” Jenkins said. “There’s a real kindness to him, and I just am so impressed with him as an actor. I think he was already great, but I feel like I really fell in love with him in the second season. Just getting close on his face even is always wonderful. He always gives really such cute, interesting things.”
Music and Our Flag Means Death
The music of Our Flag Means Death is very important to the show as a whole. When the trailer for season 2 included Prince’s “The Beautiful Ones,” I knew exactly what the themes of the season held. It shows not only a love for storytelling through song but also a deeper understanding of the characters and where their emotions lie. So I brought up the use of music in the show as a whole, and Jenkins revealed that there is a rule to the music on the show (even though it isn’t really known to us).
“The only rule is that the music can’t be later than 1989. That’s the rule that Maggie and I agreed on. But then we broke that rule because we’ve got that song ‘Run’ in the second episode when Blackbeard wrecks the ship. And that came out recently but very rarely we break it.” The song he is referring to is “Run From Me” by Timber Timbre and was released in 2014. So, it is “recent” according to their rule, but it’s hilarious that it’s the newest song and is still nearly ten years old. What is so fascinating to me though is that the show uses music to really tell us a lot about its characters.
Jenkins works closely with Maggie Phillips, the music supervisor, to bring to life the feel of these characters and the scenes in such a way that we really understand the feelings of the characters we know and love, so I asked more about the use of things like “The Chain” in season 1 or how music plays into their creation of the season as a whole that makes the season more powerful overall.
“I’ll listen to music a lot and then I’ll make like a playlist that has a lot of songs on it that has like, maybe like a hundred songs on it as I’m listening,” Jenkins said. “And as we’re working through the season and just putting on Spotify and just putting on the algorithm. Sometimes you’ll hear some stuff where you’re like, ‘Oh, I have to get that,’ like Pygmy Love Song is a very weird and that was an algorithm thing where I was like, ‘Oh, that’s gotta be in the show.’ Then Maggie Phillips, our music supervisor, does the same thing. And then by the time she’s sent one, there’s a lot of things that overlap on ours. There’ll be wonderful things on hers that I hadn’t thought of and so it kind of goes as we’re building it. I need to listen to music while we’re putting the season together. Not necessarily while I’m writing, but while I’m kind of thinking through and in pre-production. And then just kind of imagining some of the sequences. You hear some songs and you’re like, oh yeah, that. And then you make a laundry list and then most don’t make it. And then do.”
Don’t worry, fellow pirate fans. I did tell him that we needed the dream pirate song playlist on Spotify. I said it’d be a hit within the fandom, and Jenkins said, “I love that. Well, make a playlist, make one, I’ll join. I’ll put some stuff on. I’ll put some stuff on that I’m not gonna use, but I’ll put some stuff on.”
A show for the fans
One of the reasons Our Flag Means Death became such a hit was because fans could not stop sharing their love for it. I mentioned that while the show itself is so good, the fans really did help to hype it up so people really started to tune in and understand just how good it was. Jenkins also mentioned that he knows we’ve been vocal fans at The Mary Sue, and I did of course say that we were “very loud about our pirates.”
He went on to talk about the excitement and creativity of the fanbase for Our Flag Means Death and how the reaction to the show has been exciting. I asked what the response has meant to him, especially seeing people who maybe didn’t even know who Rhys Darby was prior to this show who are now big fans, learning about his work and embracing his comedy.
“I think seeing the costumes and seeing people dressed up and there was one shot of like all of the different categories of cosplay, of like there’s the Izzy and the Blackbeards and the Luciuses in a line at one of these conventions, it’s like, oh my God, every time I see art I’m blown away, ’cause I just don’t know how people are so creative,” Jenkins said. “And then it happens so quickly. There’ll be art the morning that one of the episodes is released. I can’t get over that and I can’t get over the quality of it. When you see a really beautiful piece of art that’s about a moment that you or a character that you like it’s just moving. It really does make you stop in your tracks.”
A wistful season
As much as we don’t want our pirates to go, the season has, unfortunately, come to an end. Season 2 is over, and with it comes feelings of hope and loss all rolled into one. So for my final question, I asked Jenkins what he hopes season 2 leaves fans with now that we’ve said goodbye to characters like Izzy Hands but have a lot to unpack with characters that we know and love on their new journeys.
“I don’t know, a kind of like a wistfulness,” Jenkins replied. “I think that things change and that change isn’t always bad and that I like that there’s a bunch of different flavors in the end. There’s marriage. There’s a newer couple moving in together and Stede and Blackbeard, I guess they’re not newer, but I mean, maybe they’re not as evolved as Black Pete and Lucius in talking about their feelings. And then the kids drive the car away while the parents watch at the end and whatever adventure they’re heading to. So I just think that, looking at change being inevitable and that it’s not bad. The main thing is that you just want to be a part of something and when something ends, you wanna be a part of something new. Those are good things to take from this.”
Our Flag Means Death season 2 is on Max now, and hopefully we’ll be back with our pirates once more in a third season.
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Chapter 203: A Grand Deception
David parked the car and hurried out toward the field. He was slightly late, but fortunately their was still a lot of game left and he spotted his wife and daughter in the stands. He watched Margaret's eyes light up upon seeing him and felt his heart flutter. It always did when he saw her and she was near. She had confessed that hers did the same and it was the most remarkable feeling either of them had ever experienced.
"Hey...sorry I'm late," he said, as he leaned down and kissed her.
"You're just in time," she replied, as he sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms. They smiled at each other and shared another kiss. They got a few side eyes from other parents, but that was nothing unusual.
They had always known they were different from many other couples and the honeymoon faze had never ended for them. She rested her head against his shoulder, as they watched the game.
"Oh...he's got the ball…" Summer called, as they watched their son with bated breath. Bobby made his move toward the goal, weaving through the other players and took his shot. The ball sailed passed the goalie and into the net. They were on their feet, cheering loudly and the game went along, with their son dominating, quickly impressing his coach with clear, athletic prodigy.
Soon, they were down to the final seconds of the game and Bobby was making his way down the field with some more incredible footwork.
"He's amazing…" Margaret gushed.
"Well...he is ours," David agreed, as they held each other and cheered, as their son stunned the crowd, fellow players, and his coach by making another goal with a fancy flip shot to kick the ball into the goal. The ball sailed passed the goalie again and this time, actually made a hole in the net.
"Wow...what a kick!" David cheered for their son.
"Oh...he's amazing. I guess our daughter isn't the only one with athletic ability," Margaret gushed, as she put her arm around their daughter. Summer looked down shyly. Her parents never missed an opportunity to brag about either of them.
"Someone should really tell baby bro that he's not actually supposed to put a hole in the net though," she joked.
"My my...that was quite the goal, I believe it is? I'm afraid I'm not much on sports," a new voice said, as Margaret turned to find Dr. Jenkins there, observing the game.
"Oh...Dr. Jenkins, what a surprise," Margaret said. He smiled.
"I know, I thought I should finally take the advice of my other colleagues and get out of the lab for a bit for some fresh air and see what all the fuss is about. These sports functions certainly draw quite the crowd, which translates to funding for the school, after all," he said. She nodded.
"So...that is your boy there?" he asked. She nodded proudly, as her son had the ball again, causing her daughter and husband to start cheering for him. He scored again in the final seconds and they cheered loudly together. Dr. Jenkins watched the man with his new colleague pick her up and spin her around, as they cheered. He felt a stab of jealousy, as he stared at the raven haired beauty. He had found her to be simply remarkable in both beauty and skills as an educator. He did not find that often and had been simply enthralled by her ever since their earlier introduction.
"He is killing it!" David cheered and she chuckled at his enthusiasm, before noticing the doctor again.
"Oh baby...this is the head of the science department here, Dr. Jenkins," Margaret introduced, as David shook his hand.
"Dr...this is my husband, David," she said.
"Nice to meet you," David said.
"Likewise…" the doctor said in a tight voice.
"But you can call me Ian," he corrected. David nodded, as his attention went back to their son
"My...he has quite a grip. Is your husband an athlete as well?" Ian asked.
"No...but that is definitely where our children get their athletic ability. I can barely run in a straight line," she joked.
"But actually David is with the Federal Bureau of Investigation," Margaret replied.
"That's...impressive and explains the muscles," he muttered, but fortunately Margaret took his comment as a joke and chuckled.
"He's my hero," she said, glancing at him with a dreamy stare, which gave the doctor another pulse of envy. He knew he wasn't much to look at and had never been one to have women falling all over him. But his intellect had drawn a few his way, more than some might think, as some women found his brains to be very attractive. But it never worked out. While it was his genius that drew them to him, it was also his genius that eventually drove them away. He was obsessive, in both work and relationships, and eventually poisoned any romance. Usually once the newness died down, his obsessiveness with work left anyone else in his life neglected and the few that had been able to keep his attention were eventually driven away by his same obsessiveness when it was directed upon them.
Margaret seemed to be different though. She was not only incredibly fair, quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on, but her intellect put her on a tier above any others he had ever known. He was surprised she didn't have her own doctorate and suspected that the man next to her was responsible for holding her back. With any luck, working together would make her realize how much potential she was wasting on "family life".
Bobby sprinted over to them finally, having been smothered with accolades by his teammates for basically winning the game for them and Margaret hugged him excitedly.
"Oh honey...you were so great!" she gushed, as she kissed his cheek.
"Mom…" he complained in embarrassment, as his father put his hands on his shoulders and congratulated him as well.
"We're so proud of you," David said.
"Yeah...but you do know that you're just supposed to get the ball in the net and not through it," Summer teased. He shrugged.
"Guess I don't know my own strength," he joked back and then looked at his parents.
"I guess some of the parents are taking their kids out for pizza and they asked us if we want to go. Can we?" Bobby asked. They smiled at each other and then back at him.
"Sure...that sounds fun and you're probably starved," Margaret said, as she noticed her colleague still loitering awkwardly. She kind of felt bad for him, for he seemed so lonely and awkward in social situations. But if she was being honest, he kind of unnerved her too. He seemed kind and interested in working with her, so she naturally chided herself for those feelings. Still...something in the back of her mind told her to keep this man at arm's length.
"Well...I suppose I will see you tomorrow, Margaret. Have a lovely evening," he said, as he walked away.
"Ready?" David asked, as he put his arm around her. She smiled at him and they walked to the car with their kids, unaware of the doctor's gaze on them.
~*~
Fandral walked through the portal and it closed behind him. They had concealed a chamber behind a bookcase in the library to use as their secret way of transporting to Bald Mountain when needed. In his considerable years, Fandral had seen rulers like Seth before and perhaps if he wasn't so childlike at times, they would have had a harder time building their resistance under his nose.
His power was nothing to balk at, as he could break bones and turn minds to mush with just a thought. But he was petulant, impulsive, and easily distracted. Though he may have been thousands of years old, he seemed stunted with a teenage mentality.
In many ways, it made him more dangerous than a wiser tyrant might be. But these character flaws had become of much use to them in their manipulations. Charming took full advantage of Seth's shortsightedness and Fandral's tactical genius in the art of war had become invaluable as well.
Charming easily distracted the supreme ruler with flashy shows of power, almost daily faux executions that were always a grand show, and a multitude of other distractions. Still, the subterfuge was taxing and weighed heavily on them both, especially since they knew Mephisto was getting increasingly suspicious of them and knew he would blow them all out of the water if he could. They had discussed neutralizing him, but did not yet have a plan to do so yet. They both knew though that it was their beloved wives that truly kept them from losing their minds and their hope in all this.
As the bookcase slid aside and allowed him to exit the small chamber, a genuine smile came to his face. As usual, she was an absolute vision. She sat in a comfy chair, her hair in a messy braid and draped over her shoulder. She was buried in a book, as he often found her, with her shoeless feet folded up beneath her skirt.
"You're staring again," she cooed playfully to him without looking up from her book.
"How can I not when the most beautiful woman in all the realms is before me?" he retorted, as he leaned down and she tugged him down by the collar until their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss.
"You seem a bit stressed, my love. More than usual," she mentioned, as she shifted so he could sit with her in the oversized chair. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her again.
"Midas has joined the ranks of the resistance," he mentioned.
"And his loud mouth has given you quite the headache," she said knowingly.
"Abigail must be beside herself. Is there no way we can tell her what's really going on?" Rose asked.
"Charming thinks it's too risky. Having Midas there is almost too risky, but it was better than the alternative and letting Mephisto actually kill him," Fandral answered.
"He is a boisterous fool, but I think if he realizes the dangers to Abigail if he doesn't cooperate, then I'm sure he'll watch himself," Rose reasoned. He nodded.
"We think so too," he agreed, as he pressed a kiss to her hair.
"I'm just happy that we remember everything...or that you do and woke me up," she mentioned, as she looked at him fondly.
Once the curse had hit, Fandral discovered that he had retained his memories and though they had no idea why, they chalked it up to him being Asgardian. When Charming realized he was still awake, he quickly clued Fandral in on his and Winter's plan for everything. It had given them an extra pair of allies they didn't know they were going to have. Fandral had worried that he wouldn't be able to let Rose in on the ruse, but since Seth was such a monumentally evil being, an entire field of pink poppies had sprouted around the base of Mount Olympus. Rumpelstiltskin had informed him that the poppies only grew in the presence of great evil and had the power to return memories.
So he had presented a bouquet to her that first morning after the curse was cast, kissed her, and awakened her to a world cursed. But he was glad he had her to take solace in.
"I worry about you so much, my love…" she expressed.
"I'm okay, my angel," he assured.
"If Seth were to discover what we are doing prematurely...I could lose you," she said.
"You will not lose me and Charming said that it might not be long now," he replied. She lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him.
"Really?" she asked. He nodded.
"Apparently, the doctor has found his way to Snow and we know his madness will create havoc," he replied.
"Once Snow and David awaken...they'll return and it will be time to break the curse and take Seth down," Rose said. He nodded.
"It will not be easy...if I'm honest, I'd rather you not be near the coming battle, but I know I also need you next to me," he confessed. She smiled and kissed him tenderly.
"I shall never be anywhere else," she said, as they got up and joined hands.
"Let's go tuck the twins in and go to bed," she suggested.
"Sleepy?" he asked in a teasing tone.
"Not yet...but I'm sure I'll be exhausted when you're done with me," she replied coyly.
"Oh I assure you...we both will be," he agreed, as they left the library for the evening.
~*~
Winter cuddled her granddaughter and the toddler cooed at her. It had been a wonderful day, at least after they had dealt with the messiness that required her husband to appear to be someone ruthless and evil. But that was not her husband. While he may have been the darker half of David Nolan Charming, he was not evil and she knew his duties for Seth often weighed heavily on him. He hid it well and his genuine smiles for their children and grandchildren kept them in the dark mostly about their dilemma. But their grown children and adult grandchild in Henry knew the alternative for their grandfather was frightening too and they did not have their true memories. In this life, no one refused the will of Seth. He ruled with an unrelenting iron fist, even if he was prone to childish tantrums and a sadistic whim. Charming knew how to handle him, appease him, and save most of their people from a much grizzlier fate than any of them knew.
For their children, they knew that their father was a good man, despite the things he had to do for Seth. They knew that he did those things for them and that they all had good and fairly peaceful lives, because of his dedication to protect them all.
Emma did not know she was the Savior anymore. They had used the curse to remove that burden from her and Winter knew it was one burden that her husband was happy to shoulder for her, even if it would only be for the duration of the curse. But she prayed it was almost over now. Rumpelstiltskin had informed them that Jekyll, though not yet awake, had managed to find his way to her counterpart's cursed self, Margaret Nolan. And she knew that in no time, his madness would awaken Snow and David. Then the battle for their very existence would begin.
She worried about him, so to see him smile with their children did much for her troubled heart. And she couldn't wait for the moment that Seth would pay for all of this. While her lighter half still would never advocate for revenge, Winter wanted it so badly on Seth that she could taste it. She wanted him to be turned to ash, which seemed impossible for a supreme Titan God like him, but she had been doing her research and had enlisted Rose and Belle's help in it as well. That's why she was reading this incredible boring old Tome about the ancient beings that existed around the time that Seth had been birthed into the world by his mother Rhea as the giant serpent Typhon. She was trying to find more clues on how to kill him versus simply just banishing him as Apollo and Artemis had done. So far though, she had nothing. Nothing except her youngest son using his star seed, but she absolutely refused to risk that. She was not losing Bobby. It was hard enough to be without him here, but at least she knew he was safe out there and happy in the Land Without Magic, free of any burden he would have with this on his shoulders.
Rumpelstiltskin was telling her continuously that her children were destined to face great evil, but Winter was intent on finding another way and Charming was insistent on shouldering the burden of taking Seth down from the inside, if possible. But for now, she had pushed the dusty old book aside and doted on her baby granddaughter.
Hope giggled and smiled up at her, making her cold heart melt and the tiny one played with her apple pendant. She didn't worry, for the pure power of the chalice inside her necklace would never harm such pure innocence and someone of their bloodline.
"Yes...you're Nana's sweet girl, aren't you?" She cooed.
"Are you sure you and Daddy don't mind watching her for the evening?" Emma asked.
"Are you kidding? You know we love it," Winter assured her, as Charming put his arm around her and the little girl cooed up at him.
"Yeah...there's Papa…" she cooed, as her husband took the baby in his arms.
"Okay, thanks...we shouldn't be too late," Emma said, as she and Killian left. They would probably go to dinner and then for a short ride on the Jolly Roger for a nice evening out.
"Come on sweetie...let's go to the nursery so you can see what Nana and Papa got you," Winter cooed and Emma rolled her eyes.
"They've gone and spoiled her rotten again," she pretended to complain. Killian chuckled.
"Aye love, but I believe that is what grandparents do," he reminded, as they left together for their date night.
~*~
Chemicals boiled at a full roar in the beaker and the glass clinked together, as Dr. Jenkins worked painstakingly through another experiment. He was certain he had the right formula this time, especially since he had managed to borrow a laboratory at Boston University from an acquaintance. He was using it during the wee hours of the morning so as to not be seen, in case this one went badly too. His experimentation would be considered madness, but he was certain that if he was successful, he could be on the cusp of a monumental breakthrough that would change the face to the mental health industry.
From an early time, Ian could remember dark and impure thoughts impeding his life. While he had always been brilliant and focused on his work, these dark and impure thoughts had negative consequences. He had left Great Britain shortly after he finished getting his first doctorate out of necessity.
At the school he had attended, he had fallen in love with the daughter of the dean in charge of the science department, but she had wanted nothing to do with him. After enough rejection to his pursuit of her, he had given into those dark and impure thoughts by assaulting her one evening. When he had come to his senses and realized what he had done, he had fled the country and changed his name to avoid being found.
He settled into America with his new identity and went onto complete his education with two more doctorates, but what had happened that night still haunted him.
The worst part was that he didn't really regret what he had done. He viewed her rejection as unfair and unjust. So many others found love, but never him and he didn't think that was right. He deserved love too and wanted to have it no matter what.
He was a smart man though and knew those dangerous thoughts would only lead to his incarceration, so he started experimenting on a way to rid himself of those bad impulses by experimenting with a serum that would be considered wildly unethical and dangerous by not only the scientific community, but the medical community as well. Still, if he could prove it could be done, he could purport a solution to violent criminals and mentally ill people, in theory anyhow.
So far though, his four experiments had been epic failures, resulting in some very unfortunate circumstances for the objects of his experimentation. They had, so far, all been students that had well known drug habits, which was lucky for him since he expected all the deaths to be ruled as accidental overdoses, but things were getting very risky, so he had decided to change his victim pool. Student deaths, though each one had been from a different college, was getting too suspicious.
Instead, he decided to resort to using transient people to experiment on. They were often known to be drug users and he surmised that no one would miss a homeless person. He was certain that he was close though and if he succeeded, then he would no longer be imbued with these monstrous thoughts and finally be liberated from the darkness. And he only hoped he could do it soon, for the thoughts in his head since he had met Margaret Nolan had been very lewd and inappropriate.
The fantasies were becoming very prominent in his mind. He kept imaging himself in a classroom with her and grabbing her arms. He imagined the fear in her eyes, as he forced her down onto her desk and took what he desired from her. He imagined her fear and her tears and it excited him. It was sick and twisted and if he were to avoid eventual incarceration for acting on any of these dark thoughts, he had to rid himself of these thoughts.
That didn't mean he wouldn't pursue Margaret in the meantime though. No, he only hoped that in absence of those dark thoughts, he would be able to seduce her away from her husband and claim her for his own. He knew it was a tall order. He wasn't a stupid man and had seen her husband, after all. He only hoped to appeal to her intellect. He didn't even know her husband, but he already loathed him. He knew the type. Handsome, charming, very fit and aesthetically pleasing. Probably treated her like a princess and righteously served the his agency in the pursuit of justice. The type to solve problems with his might rather than brain, or so he assumed.
Margaret was a rare woman though and he wanted her; he had to have her so that was why this experiment had to work.
He siphoned the serum into a vial and then filled a syringe, before leaving the lab to find the guinea pig he had set up for that evening's experiment. That required him to venture outside the science building and walk through the campus. Fortunately, that time of night, even most of the students were asleep and campus security thought nothing of seeing him, as he was here from time to time. He rounded the corner and found the man in the alleyway. He had given him food and water before and then promised that if he waited there, he would have a new drug that, while experimental, would give him a high like none other. And he was pleased to find the man still there.
"You...you have it?" the addict questioned. He was almost in full withdraw by now and shaking horribly.
"I do...it's your lucky night," the doctor said, as the man rolled his sleeve up. Dr. Jenkins was appalled by all the needle marks in the dirty man's arm. If it didn't work, he doubted anyone would miss such a cretin. He injected the man and waited with bated breath, as he began to convulse violently.
"This...this doesn't feel right…" he uttered, as he started seizing and then was holding his head in agony. He started screaming and stumbled away, as he fell and flailed wildly.
"The...the voices…" he screamed, as he held his head and climbed to his feet. He stumbled toward the street and right in front of a bus. Dr. Jenkins had watched the whole spectacle in a fury of disappointment and once the man was ended, he slipped away before the authorities could get there. He had failed once again and he was livid, but tomorrow was another day. Transient people were a dime a dozen and he was certain no one would bother with a deranged homeless drug addict. Tomorrow, he would find another test subject and he would keep doing so until he had success.
~*~
A vague chirping pulled him from a blissful sleep, as he held his beloved wife in his arms and he reluctantly rolled away from her to grab the offending device. Through bleary eyes, he managed to read the text from his boss and sighed, as he blinked to wake up. It was four in the morning, they had another body and he had to go.
"Mmm...baby?" Margaret cooed, as she noticed the absence of his warmth against her.
"Sorry...didn't mean to wake you, my darling," he whispered, as he kissed her hair.
"You have to go?" she asked.
"Afraid so," he replied, as he pecked her on the lips and got up to start getting dressed.
"Okay...please be careful," she pleaded. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again.
"I will...go back to sleep. I'll call you when I can," he promised, as she drifted off to sleep again and he quietly left.
~*~
Nephilim
Mephisto angrily tromped around his realm. Since the curse, Seth had rebuilt his own palace on Olympus. It was large and golden, with statues of himself everywhere in true narcissistic fashion. That left Nephilim mostly barren, except for the souls of the dead and a few of his own demonic minions that were loyal to him. But Mephisto was not feared by mortals and heroes, nor was he regarded highly by the villainous. He had been thoroughly usurped by Prince Charming, Seth's Executioner and warrior of darkness, as well as his fair, little upstart of a wife, Winter. They were aptly feared, yet respected by most in the realms and regarded in high esteem.
When Seth threw a tantrum or wanted something, his right hand was there to appease his every whim and give their Lord what he wanted. But Mephisto knew manipulation when he saw it. He was a master of himself, after all.
He hated Prince Charming with a passion. He had always been a being full of malice and hatred, but none had pissed him off on a personal level quite so much as Prince Charming had. Not since Johnny Blaze anyway, whom he had cursed and been defied by time and again. Blaze had defeated him spectacularly and used the powers given to him by Mephisto for good, as sickening as it was. He had also killed Mephisto's unruly son as well, but all of that seemed to pale in comparison to the humiliation dealt to him by Prince Charming.
He was supposed to be Seth's right hand; his executioner. His realm was supposed to be filled with the souls of the dead and there had been many Charming had killed for Seth in the last two years. He used the chalice to do so and when Mephisto had confronted him about why none of the souls occupied Nephilim, Charming gave him the simple and plausible explanation that the chalice naturally sent those souls to the Underworld for their final judgement. Seth easily bought it, because it was how death worked in this realm, but something about it still seemed off for Mephisto. He usually was able to see the souls of the dead if they lingered after death, but he had never seen any. Every single soul had apparently moved on immediately to the Underworld with no trace of their astral presence in this realm, post execution. He found that very strange and suspect. But Seth never listened to anything he had to say. Charming had convinced the childish God that he was a fool and could not be trusted to carry out any important duties. Charming had charmed their Lord quite thoroughly and blatantly manipulated him right in front of everyone's faces. He was making a fool out of the supreme God and Seth was too blinded by his own arrogance and narcissism to see it. But Mephisto could and he yearned to prove it. He wanted to expose whatever nefarious plot that the Charmings were involved in and then make them pay. The tortures he had in mind for that smug prince were devious and he wanted nothing more than to realize them. But that meant he had to prove Charming's betrayal and that was not going to be easy.
The Charmings were careful and already wary of him. They made sure their movements couldn't be tracked and they were never followed. Which meant he had to find a way around those protections. If he could prove that they were frauds to Seth, then he would regain the respect and power he had once enjoyed.
But he needed help to expose them. That wouldn't be easy. Most of their enemies were either dead or didn't remember. And some weren't even a worthy threat anymore. They were far too powerful with that damn chalice in their possession. Each of them had half of it, his sword and her pendant. They had cast their lighter halves out into the Land Without Magic without their half of the chalice or so he thought. But there were ways around their power, he knew. They had shielded their entire castle with the chalice magic to keep prying eyes out and Seth was foolish enough to think nothing of it. But they had three grown children, two grandchildren, one being very small, and a great grandchild in young Lucy. Threatening one of the brats would force their compliance, but doing so without Seth finding out was another matter. The Charmings had him completely under their spell and were practically his puppet master. It made Mephisto sick. Even dark, they were everyone's darlings. But it was time to change the tides and figure out a way to dethrone them.
Fortunately, there was one man that everyone had forgotten. One that would be willing to be his pawn if it meant the promise of revenge on the ones that had taken everything from him and regain his stolen Throne. One that could do real damage if he had the necessary power.
He approached the forgotten cell in the prison and peered in on the occupant. This man had once been destined to be a great King, prophesied by Merlin himself. But his obsession with making Excalibur whole had led him down a dark path and forever disgraced him in history. But the promise of regaining his former glory would make him the perfect pawn to help him take down the Charmings.
"Who the hell are you?" the haggard man drawled. Mephisto's hand began to smoke and the tendrils of black smoke drifted into the cell. The man inhaled the smoke and recognition returned to his glazed, cursed eyes.
"Welcome back...King Arthur," Mephisto drawled.
"What...what's going on?" he asked, as he looked at his hands. He was dirty and disheveled, but he now remembered everything.
"There is a new curse and I have just returned your memories," Mephisto stated.
"Why?" the former King asked suspiciously.
"I need your help...to take down the Charmings," he responded. Arthur gritted his teeth and his eyes filled with fury.
"You must have a lot of magic if you think you can stand against them," he surmised. Mephisto smirked.
"I do...and I can give you powers too," he tempted.
"I am no amateur, demon...what is the price for this power?" he questioned. Mephisto chuckled.
"You are wise...and correct. There is a price and I will not deceive you, though that is my usual nature," he stated.
"The price is steep...but you would have a hand in a grand revenge and I promise I can seat you back upon the Throne of Camelot...your destiny," Mephisto promised.
"And my price for this?" Arthur questioned again.
"Your soul," Mephisto stated.
"A bit vague...what exactly does the price of my soul entail?" Arthur demanded to know. Mephisto smirked. Oh yes, this one would do nicely as a pawn. Smart, but willing to do whatever it took for power and revenge.
"I own you...for eternity. But the power you'll receive in return will give you everything you want. You will feed me with the damned souls I require to rebuild my empire and in return, you will have your Throne," Mephisto promised.
"And the Charmings?" he questioned.
"Oh...we will make them pay and you will be essential to help me do so," Mephisto tempted.
"I want you to offer the same to my most trusted Knight...Gawain. He is loyal to me, but will serve you well also," Arthur said.
"Offering me another man's soul without asking him first?" Mephisto asked deviously. This guy really was the worst and would be much more reliable than that stupid doctor, though he had returned to killing lately, which was mildly pleasing to him as he had those souls now as well.
"Gawain hates the Charmings as much as me...trust me, he'll want in," Arthur offered.
"It's a deal then, Your Majesty," Mephisto said, as he offered his glowing hand through the bars. Arthur looked at it and then took it and his agonized cries filled the prison, as he experienced the consequences of the deal he made. He felt his soul be pulled from his body briefly and watched in amazement, as his ethereal form was fitted with golden shackles, before it was thrust back inside his body. The magic and dark power he now possessed washed over his body and he gazed at the flames in his hand with a mad delight.
"You'll want to clean yourself up and trim that disgusting beard. You need to look the part of a King again," Mephisto said, as he moved to the next cell to offer the same deal to Sir Gawain…
~*~
David got out of his car, as he arrived at the scene, just outside the Boston University campus boundaries. It made him really nervous now that there was a murder so close to the same college his daughter attended and he hoped his boss had a few more answers now than she had yesterday.
He flashed his badge to the guarding officer and slipped under the crime scene tape. Onlookers, including many students, were starting to gather and he knew that meant they weren't going to be able to keep this under wraps much longer. He was a bit surprised when he got to the scene where the body was though. He was expecting another student, but as he pulled back the tarp, he noticed this man didn't look at all like a student. It was a gruesome scene, as the man had been hit by a bus and he put the tarp back down.
"Okay...I'm a bit confused. Your text said that we had another body, as in connected to the first four. But this guy...is different," he said.
"Initially...I thought so too," she said, as she showed him photos of his arm, which was littered with needle pricks.
"He's a homeless drug addict. He was probably high as a kite and wandered into traffic," Pat said.
"Sounds pretty open and shut," David replied.
"Oh, that's what we're meant to think. But witnesses say they heard someone screaming in agony just before this happened within the vicinity. What they described hearing matches a lot of what was happening to the last victim of this new drug we're seeing," she said.
"Wait...you think someone dosed this guy with the same stuff?" David asked.
"We won't know for sure until the toxicology report comes back, but my gut says so," she replied. His brow furrowed in confusion.
"Okay...but why change victimology? I mean, most serial killers don't change their victim pool, even when it gets too risky," David said.
"Unless we're wrong on that and this isn't really a serial killer," she replied, as she led him to the tent they had set up nearby with a table inside. She had the previous four victim files spread out.
"The only common denominator that these four have is that they were students with a known drug abuse history. Other than that, their races and genders are all over the place," she told him.
"Okay...so if it's not about students, then our perp looks for drug abusers?" David asked. She nodded.
"It would make sense in the change of victimology. Students are getting too risky and too many dead students is going to start attracting all kinds of attention. But dead homeless people? No one cares," she said. He sighed. It was sad and callous, but true.
"Okay...so if it's not about killing for this guy, then what is it?" David asked, as she flipped open another file folder.
"Possibly experimentation," she offered.
"We just got the analysis of the drug found in all four students back and I suspect we'll find the same one in the homeless man," she said, as she showed him the specs.
"It's unlike anything our analysts have seen before. The hallucinogen properties are off the charts. We've never seen a drug that causes such a rapid mental breakdown with only one dose, especially in such a miniscule amount," she said.
"Wait...one tiny dose? If this happened with one dose, then how can they be ruling these deaths as accidental overdoses?" David asked.
"That ruling has changed now. One dose has caused complete mental breakdown and so much physical strain on the organs that these first three died of heart failure. These last two would have probably suffered the same if our last student hadn't jumped off a building first and this man hadn't wandered into traffic. We're reclassifying all these deaths as homicides," Pat replied. He sighed and looked at all the victims.
"So...he's looking for guinea pigs to test his drug on. Student drug abusers are getting too risky, so he's moved onto homeless people," David surmised.
"It's our running theory," she agreed.
"So...what is he expecting this drug to do that it's obviously not doing without killing these people?" David questioned.
"That's the million dollar question and if he's getting desperate, we may soon see more and more victims, willing or not," she replied. He sighed.
"We need to find this guy," he said, as he looked at her.
"I know this isn't about students, but do you think we can put a couple agents on duty to watch this campus?" he asked. She smiled.
"Summer will be fine...but I've already assigned two agents to this campus," she replied. He smiled.
"Thanks...I know I shouldn't ask for favors like that," he said, but she put her hand on his arm.
"Hey...I love them too," she assured, as they turned back to the files on the table.
"So...the person experimenting is obviously very smart," she said.
"Yeah...like a scientist or something," he replied, as his eyes widened and she read his expression, as she dialed the Boston office.
"I need an analyst to pull the names of all science department employees from MIT, Boston University, Harvard, and Bay State. Include any consultants or guest lecturers as well from the past two years. Top priority," she said.
~*~
Elsa's hands shook slightly, as they waited to receive their guest that morning. Seth made regular visits to all the Kingdoms and it was actually a rare occurrence in what had happened in Midas' Kingdom. The old King had refused to keep complying and pleasing their Lord and had been swiftly dealt with, as a result. But Seth was known to be prone to fits of rage out of no where. As she felt her husband take her hand, she calmed a bit.
"Everything will be fine, my love. We have prepared a grand offering to him and your ice sculpture in his likeness is impressive," Leo assured.
"I hope so...Arendelle enjoys such peace. I only hope we can continue to give that our people," she said, as the gates opened and they straightened, before approaching arm in arm to greet their visitors.
They bowed deeply to Seth, as he entered, with Mephisto flanking him on one side and Leo's parents on the other side.
"The ice sculpture in my likeness is quite impressive. Perhaps you will make more of them," Seth said.
"Of course, my Lord...I can make as many as you like," Elsa replied.
"We have had a grand feast prepared in your honor, my Lord. All of Arendelle's finest delicacies," Leo added, as they bowed deeply to him.
"Good...a much better reception than I received yesterday in Midas' Kingdom. That shall bode well for Arendelle and its rulers," Seth said, as he moved toward the center of the room. All the staff and citizens bowed to him and began to cater to his every whim.
"Don't worry...he has no qualm with Arendelle and he enjoyed the ice sculpture. Feed and entertain him and this will be a peaceful visit," Charming assured them, as he put a hand on his son's shoulder. Leo nodded and the music and festivities, all in honor and dedication to Seth, began.
~*~
Fandral sheathed his sword in the scabbard on his hip and felt a pair of arms wrap around his midsection. He smiled and turned in the arms of the petite beauty that was his wife.
"Must you go?" she purred, as she kissed his cheek. Oh, how he wished he could just stay in bed with her all day, for he could never get enough of his sweet Rose.
"You know I would love nothing more, my angel...but training must resume. The Dark One thinks we are close to the end now. We must be ready when the resistance is revealed and we engage a war with Seth," he said. She nodded. She knew he was right and wondered if it was too much to hope to not only win, but to yearn for peace if they did defeat him. True peace and not the farce they were among now.
"We will have our happy ending, my Rose...and it shall only be a beginning," he promised, sensing her thoughts. She smiled up at him.
"I am happy, as long as I have you, my love...no matter what calamity we must face," she assured him, as he kissed her passionately.
"I'll return soon, my angel," he promised.
"And as always, I will be waiting. Your place is training our warriors and mine is researching ways to ensure our victory. I will do my part as you do yours," she promised in return. He kissed her again and then stepped into the secret chamber they had designed behind the bookcase, before portaling to Bald Mountain.
"You're late…" Grumpy complained, as the warrior strode beside him and they entered the training arena.
"Bout time you showed up. I'm not sure who is worse...you or Charming when it comes to pulling yourselves away," Regina griped, as she stood waiting with Robin at her side. When the curse hit, it had not taken Regina's memories or given her any cursed life, probably due to the fact that she had once been a caster of the curse. At Rumpelstiltskin's insistence, she had rebelled to stage her own execution and been one of the first exiled to Bald Mountain and changed it from a volcanic death trap to the training arena and barracks that it was. Robin had been devastated and tried to fight Charming for "killing" her, thus resulting in his own faux execution. Upon arrival, his memories were returned and he joined the efforts in training all their initiates in archery combat. Fandral smirked.
"True love...you know how it is. Besides, it would seem that those two are just as bad," Fandral commented, as James and Aphrodite scurried in, looking a bit hurried and disheveled. The former Queen rolled her eyes.
"The children were a bit clingy this morning," Aphrodite said, making James chuckle to which she elbowed him.
"Right...blame it on your kids," Regina deadpanned, as they began training the various people that had come to be executed under Seth's rule. Aphrodite had not lasted long either and was one of the first. Seth hated his fellow Gods, so she, Hermes, and Athena all fell victim to his wrath quite early. Thankfully, it was Charming who carried out their sentences and they arrived here with memories restored. Naturally, James had nearly lost his mind when he thought Aphrodite had been taken from him and his brother had carried out his sentence as well, exiling him here.
"Let's just get to it," James said, as he unsheathed his sword. Archery, sword fighting, hand to hand combat training, and magical training then commenced...
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