All right, here we go! First chapter of my first ever story, let's see what we get!
Disclaimer: Alicia doesn't own any characters or plots from One Piece, just her OC and her own story plot…. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Yeah, I'm tired too. I'm gonna post this, then off to bed!

Which translates into reading all night…. **grins**

'Cause it all started, for love, for family, for life,

'Cause it all ended, for money, for evil, for strife,

'Cause it all was put together, for kindness, for hope, for an unavoidable truth,

'Cause it all continued, for nakamas, for dreams, for passions,

Why do I, a simple girl, get to love such a man?

Why do I, nothing but a doll to peoples past, have such a savior?

Why do I feel like I could never dream of such a thing happening to one as me, a broken, empty shell?

"But all things wither, and all things die.

But all things grow, and all things fly,"

For the life I couldn't have,

For the life I now possess,

I will tell the story,

Of a passion you won't forget.

Tenryo D. Alicia

Tenshi D. Maria

Alice

Maria

Chapter 1:

Words that ring through the world- A girl's battle to forget the past?

Somewhere on the Grand Line…

Crack! Crash! Whaa...?
FOOOOM Ohh...
BANG! BANG! That's right... I'm going to die...

"Captain! Captain! We need to get out! Captain!"
Captain? A-a pirate? Pirates? Attacked by pirates? What a way to go...

"Wait! There's someone there!" No... Leave me here... I don't want to live... I don't deserve it...

"Hang on! We're getting out of here!"
Wait? What? No! Leave me here! I want to die! I, I shouldn't be alive! I'm an abomination! An ugly, worthless piece of rotting flesh! I want to die! I want to die...!

"Bepo, take her. She's badly injured- some of these wounds look infected and old!"
That's right, they are... The way they treated us was horrible... Inhumane... But I guess we aren't human, so we don't count... We're livestock to them…!

"Everyone! Get off the ship before you get burned! We've got a critical patient! Get the operating theater ready, and Bepo, get her ready for surgery!"
"Yes captain!" She could feel herself being carried away. Soon, she felt someone pulling off the rags they gave them for clothes, slipping her into light fabric.
"Oh god, she's had a rough time of it." The voice said. It sounded strange.

She was carried again, and then laid down on something that was moving.
"No! No, please no more experiments!" She heard herself, much younger, sobbing in fear, in pain, terrified of the wicked people in blue scrubs with doctors' masks. They held scalpels and lights over her face, plunging the knife straight between her eyes. It was a frequent nightmare from combined experiences.

"Does she need anesthesia captain?" She heard someone say.
No... no more... Please, let this just end! I just want to die!
"No. She won't be able to complain, she'll be unconscious with just a small dose of sleep meds." She turned her head to the right, and saw the one who spoke. It was a guy, not the scientists. He caught her eye, and stared straight at her.

"I'm not letting you die." He plunged a needle straight into her arm, and with her thoughts burning at that last remark, she drifted into sleep.

Grand Line

When she finally woke up, her head was burning. She tried to look around. She was in a room, alone. It had four beds lined up against one wall, with medical cabinets nailed down to the other wall. She was in the last bed from the door. She pulled back the sheets, and nearly cried. Her body was covered in burns, and series of cuts and bruises lacerated her arms. Her head was throbbing, and it hurt to move. But she had to get out of here. She ripped out the IV's in her arm, and unstrapped her legs from the bed.

She forced herself off the bed, and got a better look at the room. It was shaped like a T with the door at the bottom. Two medical examination tables were at the top of the T, near her, equipped with lights and rolling tables. A desk was in the right corner of the room, with small shelves and counters and a closet on the back wall. There were little curtains hanging at intervals between the beds. She limped to the nearest one, and peered out. There was nothing but blackness.

Night…? She thought. She let the curtain fall back into place.

"You shouldn't be up." A voice said from behind her. She whirled around with a gasp, half in surprise, and half at the pain in her side. The person who had knocked her out? She looked at him closely now. He had on tight blue pants, covered with weird black spots at the ankles and half-way up to the knees, and a yellow hoodie with black sleeves and a weird smiley. He also had a weird mushroom hat on. She backed away slowly from the intruder.

"Get back into bed. You need to rest; you'll die if you start moving." She kept backing away from him. This was the man who had cut her open. She could see the stiches on her body from where he took out darts (and bullets) the soldiers and guards had shot her with for fun. He was getting mad.

"Get back into bed! You're wounds will re-open if you don't!" What is she thinking? He thought angrily. He reached out and grabbed her, and she tried to jump backwards. But he held fast, and her knees gave out, letting her crash into him, shaking and shivering in fear.

"Hey…? Are you, okay?" He asked, trying to help her up. She gulped and pulled away, pressing her back against the second bed, simpering pitifully. He was a bit shocked, but his training as a doctor told him that as a sick, wounded individual, she should NOT be lying on a cold floor right now. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her up. She gasped, and hunched her shoulders forwards to try to stop him. But he had already swung her back into the bed, and threw the sheets up on top of her. She blinked in shock. Why wasn't he holding her down and knocking her out? Why wasn't he making her take injections and deal with experiments? Why wasn't he trying to hurt her?

"Get some rest. I'll send Bepo in later with some real food for you." He re-did her IV's, and left the room. She can't remember falling asleep, but when she did, she knows it was the only time she had felt, safe.

All right, first chapter! Please review, even flames are welcome. I WONT UPDATE WITHOUT REVIEWS, and I'm telling you now I have the next chapter written, and the whole story plotted out. Until next time….

Jaa ne! ^w^