Chapter One
It was a calm, sunny day and you were walking the streets of Alabasta on your way to the local bar. Just like you did every normal day, you went to the bar to work from 9 to 5 slaving away cleaning tables and serving drunk pirates and marines who always had the tendency to either grope or smack your ass. You hated it but it was the only job that actually paid decently so that you could survive. You had been living on your own ever since your parents died from a marine attack many years ago when you were only 10. You were too young to understand it but you remembered the day the marines came with the 7 warlords and wiped out almost every adult on the coast for no reason. They claimed it was to "purify" us, but we all knew it was just for sport. You also remember the man who killed your parents in front of your very eyes. You didn't know his name, but you remember looking at a pink fluffy giant with the most annoying laugh in the world. You remembered him grinning at you as he strangled the 2 most important people in your life, then proceeded to kick and punch you until you lost consciousness, or at least that's how you thought it happened. Doctors had said that the trauma was so bad that you had forgotten some of your memory, so they made a story to fill in the blanks of your past. You shook the memory from your thoughts for the millionth time that week and continued your walk. 'Calm down (Y/N), that was 7 years ago, you need to move on'. But even though you thought this, you knew your past would always haunt you. Since that day you had sworn to find and murder the man who ruined your life, and you wouldn't stop until he was dead no matter the cost.
Once again you stopped thinking about your past, but not on your own accord this time. A scream and a yell that came from up ahead startled you. Normally you would just ignore it and keep going, seeing as you lived in a sketchy part of town where women and men alike were beat, stolen from, and raped on a daily basis, but this commotion had your heart racing and your blood pumping. The reason for this? The scream had come from the very bar that you had worked at for 5 years.
A/N: Yeah I know, short chapter but it was a good place to stop and I wanted to do the first chapter as a sort of background kinda thing. I promise the next chapter will be longer. I will hopefully do a new chapter once a week, tied in with other one shots that I will create. Enjoy! ~PJ~
