CHAPTER 1: Who is she?
The cold metal binds her wrists tightly, drawing crimson blood from her pale – almost the colour of snow – skin. Her once long bluish black hair which used to reach her waist was now cut unevenly, the longest strand reaching her waist still, while the shortest strand barely reached her chin. Her bluish black hair – a colour she used to be so proud of – was now stained with bright, crimson blood. Her pale red eyes which were once full of life and wildness was now weakened to a sight of permanent sadness and agony, a look that even if she managed to get out of Impel Down would never disappear.
It was stained to her just like the crimson blood against her snowlike skin.
"Mon Cherie"
Her insides turn cold at the sound of his voice and her heart stops beating as she hears his footsteps come closer to her cell.
"Look at me"
That was cruel just plain cruel.
"That's right I forgot you can't see anymore"
A cruel laugh echoes after his words and she feels as though the Grim Reaper has come to take her life.
She imagines as she weakly opens her eyes what he looks like right now. His cold emerald green eyes would be staring into her own pale red blind eyes, mockingly. His blond almost silver short hair would be messed up with too much designer gel and his blood red lips would be curved up into a mocking smile as he laughs.
"What do you want?"
She cringes at how weak her voice sounds and suddenly she has an urge to see what she looks like now. She knows her hair is cut unevenly as she could still see when they cut her hair roughly, almost tearing her hair out of her scalp. No what she wants to see is how much she has changed to what she was once like and if she does really look so frail as to what her voice hints.
"Information"
The rusty, old smell of her blood reaches her nose as the cold, smooth and thin blade touches her cheek softly, not piercing her skin just yet. He uses the same blade every time just to taunt her and that pisses her off to no end.
"Well", she spits hopefully on his face – and judging by the sharp intake of breath and how the blade pierces her skin, drawing blood, it does,
"I would rather not say anything to you"
A slow smirk emerges on her lips as she says those words and a flash of satisfaction flashes through her body but that soon disappears and the blade digs deep into her cheek, cutting out a chuck of her skin.
She screams and she hates herself for it because she knows that he will be smiling sadistically at her, showing his pearly white teeth as he does and his emerald green eyes will be full of pleasure and damn it she hates herself so much for giving him that satisfaction.
Slowly he pulls out the blade from her cheek, unnecessarily twisting it around and she feels the wetness of the blood against her cheek as it rolls down and she hears it drop onto the cement floor of her cell.
And for some odd, disturbing reason she has an image of a tap dripping water before she falls painfully to the ground.
Portagas. D. Ace watches with disgust at the slightly older man than himself walks into Level 6 with a smug look on his face as he enters the cell across from his own, which contains a 19 year old female who to his knowledge is not even a notorious pirate. He grits his teeth as the familiar routine unfolds itself again to both him and the other prisoners who all have the same look of disgust and hatred towards the blond male, all no doubt wondering the same thing as him.
What information does she have that this high ranking Noble wants so much?
This thing that both he and the other prisoners watch happens at least twice a day, once in the morning and in the evening and it always ends in the same way. The female whose name he doesn't even know always ends up fainting on the hard concrete from blood loss.
"Who would've thought that the great Duke of North Blue and grandson of Sengoku would be such a sadist bastard, tell me does Sengoku know about this hobby of yours?"
Ace turns his eyes to Crocodile and looks back to the Duke, as does the other prisoners.
The man smiles sadistically at Crocodile and looks at each prisoner in the eye without flinching.
"And who would tell him? You? Please like grandfather would believe scum like you over me, his own grandson"
He replies with a smug expression before taking his leave.
Ace glances at the female again, trying to see – as he does every time – if he can put a name to her face and he knows that every other prisoner in Level 6 does the exact same thing as he but again he can't. She has snowlike skin almost like a porcelain doll and dark blue hair though it looks unrecognizable to the long wavy hair that it used to be and eyes the colour of the palest red though not quite pink.
He remembers the day she came into Impel Down, it was just 3 weeks after he came into Impel Down after being captured by Teach. She still had long wavy bluish black which reached her waist and she still had her sight back then and her skin was not stained with blood nor was her grey dress in tatters. It was strange that such a beautiful and innocent female came into the lowest level of Impel Down without even having a big name to her, not even a wanted poster. She just seemed normal, like a normal person you would see on the streets, having a normal job and just living a normal life.
The same question that he asks himself every day since she came into Impel Down runs through his mind; Who is she and what does she know?
He wonders if he would live to find out
