This is my second story on Fanfic, English is not my first language, so please bear with me if I make some grammar mistakes.
This story is set in modern world mafia instead of the original One Piece world. I don not own One Piece, but this story is entirely my own idea and I do own my OCs. Hope you guys enjoy!
Prologue
It was a dark winter night. The calls of owls echoed in the chilling cold air. Heavy gray clouds swept across the night sky as the breathless moon hid behind them, peeping out every once in a while. The strong north wind blew harshly against her debilitated body as she quietly slid along the empty streets. Fallen leaves withered away with the winter wind, forming piles along the bare sidewalk. She was bleeding heavily, leaving a bloody trail behind her as she moved, though she did not seem to notice nor pay any attention to it. One thought possessed her mind: she had to get out of here. Her head started to feel heavy, and she was starting to lose control of her senses. Losing too much blood had made her body weak and tired. Her body needed to rest. She needed to stop.
Clenching her teeth, she pressed to wound on her waist and moved on, stumbling across the street, hoping the pressure could stop the blood. This was no place to stop. She was still on his territory; she had to escape. Somewhere out of his reach. Then she will stop, treat her wounds and wait patiently for them to heal.
Yet blood continued to flow out of her body. Finally she gave in, leaning on a street lamp gasping for air. If the bleeding continued like this, she knew she was going to die at some point. The result was clear; it was just a matter of time. She needed somewhere to hide. Now.
A sudden flapping noise startled her. Raising her head, she saw that it was a raven, landing onto the sidewalk, peering curiously at her, perhaps attracted by the smell of her blood. The stone on her heart fell. It was just a harmless bird; not him. The pitch black bird wandered by the blood trail she created, taking off suddenly as if it was frightened by something. It reminded her to do one thing: run.
She did not know what she was thinking when she had stopped. This increased the chance of him capturing her—the last thing she would ever want in the entire world. He was her worst nightmare. It was him who hunted her down, and he made all his effort to make sure she would not escape from his hands. If it were not for him, she would not have to escape in the first place. By mere luck she had managed to escape from the house she was kept prison in when he was gone; but who knows how further could she go? The robots that guarded her had wounded her badly. He should have known by now that she had escaped, which meant he and his men were more than likely searching for her.
Her mind started to blur. The world around her spun rapidly around her. She stepped into a dark alley, trying to hide herself in the darkness. Young Master probably didn't know where she was, otherwise help would have arrived a long time ago. She knew that he didn't like failures, and those how failed him were often punished, but how would he abandon her? Surely he would never do such thing to her; he had cared for her so much. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm herself down, though it was impossible to clear the fear and pain hovering over her heart. She collapsed to her knees, gasping for air. She was dying.
"There you are, pet." His voice rose behind her. Her heart sunk as his words hammered on her heart. This was the moment she had been dreading since the minute she escaped. Her first reaction was to run, trying to pull herself back to her feet, but her knees crashed back to the hard icy ground. All she could do was kneeling there on the ground, panting for air as he approached her.
"What do you want from me?" Her voice was a whisper, barely hearable. Facing him alone, she was helpless and hopeless, not to mention the wounds she suffered from her escape. His footsteps bounced on the walls and echoed in the alley as he slowly walked over to her.
"Everything." He answered simply as he pulled her up. She was too weak to protest, so she let him be. When he saw her wound he frowned, but didn't say anything as he picked her up. She trembled with fear as he looked down to her and smirked. Why was it her that he wanted? Why?
Shutting her eyelids tight, silently she asked herself: How did everything come to this?