For the easily confused: I don't own any One Piece characters, I do however own my own characters.
GrimRippers point of view
"Come quickly" I shouted, eager for them to see my work. The woman had been beautiful I will admit but I have no time for those types of women. I don't know what her name was but her reaction was beautiful, it took her seconds to realise she was going to die, not like the others they didn't know until their last breaths. Too bad I was disturbed; I wanted to spend time with this one. My colleague Marcus Denmar ran outside and I could hear the sound of gagging, yes, my artwork often had that effect on him but never mind, some people thought me intelligent. He came back in and reluctantly took pictures of the corpse, well I say corpse but I made sure this one was more of a jigsaw puzzle, I laugh inwardly but my face stays the same, serious and sad. I bend down to examine the evidence, as always perfect despite my rush. I was so lucky that bitch tonight was mute otherwise my game would be over and my colleagues aren't even onto level two, I want this game to continue for a little while.
"This guys a complete sicko." Marcus said to me angrily, I could see hatred in his eyes. I inwardly growled at him, how dare he, I am merely cleaning the streets to get rid of these 'Creatures of the night.' I am the hero of this play, I am the one who will make this world a better place, one cannot simply be in the Grand line, one must learn how to act and how to preserve the greatest species, I am the greatest species. I nod my head mechanically, wanting nothing more than to strangle the man in front of me until he admits that I am the true leader of the people, the only one here without sin.
"Must admit though," Said Douglas Tenrey as he walked in, his face paling to an opaque grey colour as he saw the bloody mess that was two hours ago a beautiful young woman "He's damn clever." I nod again, happy that someone has finally acknowledged my brilliance; I am after all a God among humans, here only to lead them to salvation.
Angus's bar.
The sound of laughter and merriment could be heard from the bar, louder tonight than it had been in years. Some interesting pirates had come into town, determined to drink themselves stupid. Angus, the bar tender and owner of the bar knew that the crew before him was one of the major powers in the Grand line, if seven hours ago you had asked him what he thought of Captain Shanks and the red-haired pirates he would have said "Bunch of low life pirates, attacking innocent people and trying to get a higher bounty on his head." After having met the crew however he had decided he liked these pirates, they were strong but knew when to use their power.
"Hey, how come no ones out tonight?" Asked the captain, his eyes focused on the bar tender, a light blush from alcohol slipping onto the captain's face. Angus's face turned serious, his eyes looking far away, into a distant future or past even he didn't know, but what he did know was that the story was something he was not comfortable with, after all the Grimripper could be anywhere.
"A few weeks ago now a killing happened near… Bakers street I fink it were." He looked thoughtful. "Awful sight, lass were a prostitute at local brothel in Kingston street, jus' tryin' to get by ya know, not that pretty, bout firty five, firty six. Found her an she were ripped, look o' fear on her face, slashed, taken out one o' her organs too. Disgusting sight." The captain grimaced while some the rookies quickly sobered up looking horrified and sickly. "Perhaps I should stop now." Said the bar keeper watching the pirates carefully. But the captain prompted him on, wanting to know. "Been another five since then, each missin' an organ, but never the same one, all o' 'em prostitutes, all o' 'em posed into sexual positions and left in public places. They all 'av one fing in common, they have sexual organs removed." At this point one of the rookies got up and ran to the bathroom; the sound of gagging could be heard. The other crewmates had sobered up quickly looking both disgusted and sickly pale. The pub became almost silent; the sound of shallow breathing is all that could be heard.
"Who is he?" One of the younger crewmembers asked, sitting closest to the wall, looking as though he also wanted to go to the toilet.
"No one knows, no ones ever seen 'im. They call him the Grimripper." A look of remembrance came across the crewmembers faces. "Ah, so you've seen the blank wanted poster 'av ya?" He asked and the men nodded. The men began to talk among themselves about different possibilities of who the murderer could be. The sound of the wood of the front door crashing loudly against the wall made them all look. In came Fopenel, the brothel owner looking pale beyond belief.
"Rosalina!" He said desperately. Rosalina had been like a daughter to him, in a sick twisted way. He took her under his wing and protected her most of the time. "Rosalina is dead!" He said, tears streaming down his old wrinkled eyes. Angus looked at the man.
"Ho-whe-why?" He asked. What he got however was picture evidence. A picture of what could have been a dogs chew toy or a corpse.
"He took- he took- he took her heart!" At this Angus ran into the bathroom disgusted at the murderer. When he arrived back from the toilet looking shaken to the bone the brothel owner asked, "Where's your gal? Where's Sera?" Angus looked confused.
"At home." He answered. "I told her to go straight home." Fopenel shook his head.
"I checked." He replied. "I sent her to Rosalina's house with her shawl she left at the brothel a few days ago, I thought it'd be okay, Sera's mute so she'd be pitied and she's not a prostitute." At this Angus looked both murderous and frightened.
"You sent a mute girl out at night?!" He shouted at the crying brothel owner. "The grimripper aint the only one we gotta worry 'bout nowadays!" He shouted loudly. At this the captain of the pirates stood up and took his leave along with his crew claiming that the two men probably needed to be alone. For this the two pub owners were glad, after all they were both scared and they were both angry, they did not need on lookers.
Had the captain been able to see properly in the dark as he walked to the ship, following behind the rookies, who were pretending that they were not scared at all. He might have seen the large red stain just bellow his feet and he might have been ready for what he was about to see.
Tell me what you think; this is my first attempt at anything, gory, dramatic and stuff.
Preview: Drip, drip, drip. The rookie could feel something dropping down from the canopy above him, he was sure it hadn't rained for a while and it was unlikely it was seawater. Looking down at hi hand he saw something red smeared across it, he smelt it. Blood! But it was still warm!
