It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.

-Frederick Douglass

Chapter 0: Prologue

The world burned around her.

And there she stood in the center of it, tall and proud, with arms outstretched and she laughed.

Destiny had a curious way of fixing things. Fate was a cruel, cruel manipulator. And then there was her, a timid excuse of a girl, a stickler for rules, who got thrown into the worst deal of her life.

"No more." She had said then.

"No more." She screamed now.

"No more." Voices rose around her, chorusing into a battle cry that would be retold in stories for generations.

She had always been prideful of her ability to keep promises. So as soon as she had regained consciousness in a world that wasn't her own, in a body that wasn't her own, in a story that wasn't her own, she had promised herself. Promised that she would stay away. Promised that she wouldn't care and she would just keep her head low and survive. After all, while not her own, she recognized the world she was given a second chance in and it was brutal. She would be dead if she cared and she had always cared a bit too much.

No more, she had promised herself.

But, as mentioned, Fate was a horrible mistress and did not like it when their newest toy played safe.

So, she met them, she met him and broke her only promise to herself for a greater one.

They made her live.

"Shall we?" Grinned the scarred blonde next to her, his weapon already darkening to black.

"You are a pest", grumbled the man while lighting his cigars(plural), keeping up with his name.

"I was retired, you moron." Sighed the silver haired man, readying his trusty sword.

"We don't have any other choice." Shrugged our heroine, chewing on her fingernails.

No one would call her a fighter, she was honestly awful at leading people, she wasn't especially strong either.

But, she was a girl who, like many others, had had enough.

And sometimes, anger, hatred and determination was all one needed to make their goals come true.

Her unusual team of friends (family) waited for the signal to launch the final phase of their attack.

Phase One: Help Luffy.

Phase Two: Save Ace.

Phase Three: Burn Marineford.

And Phase Four: Destroy the Government.

Lightning struck the highest flagpole of their enemy.

"Let's get lucky." She whispered.

And she watched as they brought chaos down in the world full of lie.

Canon was just a loose guideline anyway.

Author's note: What am I doing? *sigh* I watched the new Deadpool movie yesterday and got the idea of her DF suddenly. I don't know why I am writing this when I really don't have time but-

Just hope that the prologue isn't the best chapter in this story.

Thanks for reading, if anyone actually is.