Hello! This is Dragon speaking. I've created this story using a meme I've seen one other author use to a story, which was, sadly, discontinued. It was a very good story and had a wonderful plot. ANYWAY, updates will be every other week on Sunday. This is my second fan fiction, but the one I am more likely to focus on. Now, ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece; otherwise Ace would have never died at Marineford and Sabo would still be with his brothers.
The girl's eyes opened slowly, beckoned by the sun to wake and shine. Her head twisted, her body following as she attempted to ignore the sun's call. Eyes, normally as green as grass and sparkling like emeralds, now dull with sleep, slowly opened once more. She had finally given into the sun's call. Her head slowly lifted from the soft, downy pillow and her eyes lazily scanned the room.
At first glance, the room was unremarkable, with light blue walls, an even lighter blue ceiling, three bookcases next to each other, a nightstand, a window, a computer desk and a computer, a chair, a bed, and a closed closet door. But when one looked closer, they could see small sign of a fan. A few plushies here and there, a small collection of manga and anime, and a few rolled up posters.
With a small sigh, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and dangled them. One hand lifted lazily and pushed a strand of silky black hair out of her face. Eyes, still dull with sleep, slowly blinked as she lowered her feet to the floor. Stretching, she slowly began to walk to the closet door. Opening it, she slipped inside the walk in closet before closing the door.
Less than ten minutes latter, she walked out again, this time wearing a light blue T-shirt and shorts of the exact same color. Both were bare of details and quite bland. The girl, finally awake, moved to the door with an air of excitement that just seemed to cause the very air to dance and spin. While her aura radiated excitement, her body gave nothing away.
Her face was blank, with no sign of the excitement within. Her aura slowly began to radiate boredom and tiredness, her steps slowed, and by the time she was at her closed bedroom door, she seemed to, once again, be fighting off sleep. Her hand slowly grasped the doorknob and began to turn it. The door opened without a sound, and she slipped out of her room.
Her footsteps were quiet, making no sound on the carpeted floors. She slowly began to descend the stairs, becoming slower with each step. She finally stopped on the landing, just a few steps away from the stairs that would lead her to the ground floor. Her eyes flicked from place to place, searching for an unknown enemy. Her ears listened, attempting to hear anything that pointed to her unknown enemy being in the large house.
The sudden sound of a car starting caused her to jump and, before one could blink, she was already at the top floor, looking out the window that overlooked the driveway. Backing out of her driveway was a blue 2010 Prius. Relief appeared on her face as the car left her line of sight. She walked down the stairs, this time her steps were quicker and with her aura was radiating happiness and excitement.
She entered her kitchen and walked over to the fridge, pausing at the island in order to grab a granola bar. She opened the fridge door and grabbed the milk carton, now heading for the island again. She paused at one of the cupboards and grabbed a glass. She placed the glass next to the granola bar she left on the island, pouring herself a glass of milk. She returned the milk to the fridge before eating her breakfast.
She cleaned up and headed for the door to her backyard. Exiting the house, she surveyed her small succulent garden. She set to work, cleaning and watering her plants. Finishing with her chore, she entered the house once again, heading for the stairs. This time, she went to the stairs that led to the basement.
The basement was her workshop, her sanctuary. It was where she could express herself and where she worked. She put on her welding mask and picked up her torch, ready to work on today's job. A job a day kept the nightmares away for her. The nightmares of death and pain, from a past she wanted to forget, yet the reminders appeared every year, on the exact same day every year. They thought they were helping, but in order to help sometimes, one had to leave another be.
She worked for hours. She worked past noon, and only stopped when the sun's call began to fade. She knew that tonight, nothing could stop the nightmares. No amount of work or medication could stop them tonight. So, it was with a heavy heart and a weary mind that she climbed the stairs. Up, up, up, she climbed and once she reached the top floor of her house, she looked at the door to her bedroom.
The hallway seemed to become longer and both it and the door seemed to become covered by shadows. Within those shadow, monsters lurked. Human monsters, ready to grab and hurt her. Monsters from the past she desperately wanted to forget. Monsters that stole her innocent childhood from her. Monsters that hurt her and made her suffer.
She began to walk down the long hallway, each step smaller than the last. She seemed to shrink into herself, trying to become smaller, trying to hide from the monsters. Her eyes flickered from place to place, from monster to monster. Finally, she reached the door. Opening it seemed to scare her more than anything, for the monster on the other side of the door was the worst.
There it was, lying on her bed, mouth stretched into a Cheshire cat grin. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, silently willing it to go away. She opened her eyes again, and it was still there. In fact, its grin seemed wilder and it looked like it was going to pounce on her. She began to walk toward it and its form began to waver. It started to flicker and its eyes seemed to widen and its grin turned into a snarl. It lunged, but never hit her. It did speak and that voice would haunt her nightmares tonight.
"You are mine." And it vanished.
She took several shaky breaths, but they did not help. Her heart was still pounding, her blood still racing, her body still shaking. The air was still oppressive and dark, promising pain and death, if she was unlucky. She entered her closet and left it, even quicker than before. She walked toward the bed, tense and ready to run. Nothing came, no monsters, no whispers, nothing. She slowly laid down on her bed, always ready to run at the slightest sign of the monsters' return.
Her eyes began to close, slowly, oh so slowly. Her body began to relax and her panicked mind began to rest. Then the nightmares began.
It was a jumbled mess of sounds and pictures, but a few voices stood out.
"Well, boss, what we gonna do-"
"-fun-"
"-hurt her-"
"-pain."
"-ransom her?"
Then it spoke, "Well, well, well, what do we have her?" And the voices became so clear, for she was reliving the moment.
"Found her by the park, boss. All alone and vulnerable." This had been the person that grabbed her.
"Well, boss, what we gonna do to her?" She had no memories of this voice, before now.
"I want to hurt her and listen to her cries of pain." This one was the sadist, the one who scared her the most, after 'Boss'.
"Maybe we could ransom her?" This one wasn't very bright. She had tricked him easily.
"No, I'm going to have a little fun with her. Boys, and lady, please leave." And suddenly, the pictures became clearer than before. Standing in front of her was a brown haired, blue-eyed man in his late 20s, early 30s. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat and his eyes sparkled with madness. He was insane and he knew it. She didn't, however. Oh, how innocent she had been.
He had showered her with kisses and treats, slowly gaining her trust, always kind and nice. Then one day, he snapped. He did something to her, a ten-year old girl, which caused her to recede into herself, to never trust a male again. Even her own brothers weren't trusted, for if they hadn't left her at the park, he never would have gotten his hands on her.
The dream began to show her escape from him. She was running, running, running. Her lungs burned for air, her heart pounded and her legs hurt. However, something was off with this dream. There was no yelling voices, no pounding of feet, and no sound from her pursuer. But it was there, for she could fell its aura. It was, pleased? Why would it be pleased? She was escaping!
It hit her suddenly. It was herding her. She tried to make her body stop, her legs slow down, anything to stop herself form going to where it wanted her to go. Then the door appeared, and her arm reached for it. Her dream hand closed around the doorknob, twisted and pulled, and she lunged for control of her dream body. She got it, after, however, it had shoved threw the door and onto a battlefield.
Well, this is the end of Ch. 1. I think I did a pretty good job of outlining The Girl's past. Next chapter is the Battle Of Marineford. She is going to mess it up big time. I also need a name for her. Oh, and there might be some updates on other days as well (like this one!). I also am planning on getting chapter two out today or tomorrow. So, please review, fav, and/or follow?