EDITED 5/19/2015

Omg, thanks for all of those favs, reviews and followings of the first chapter! I would have never thought that so many people like my story^^ So, here comes chapter two, hope that the change of time format doesn't bother anyone and Luffy doesn't feel like OOC too much. I try to keep my blabbering short, but this chapter is little longer and I worked hard for it, spending my sleep time just for you, readers :'D

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or any of its characters, all the praises for almighty Eiichiro Oda.

Warnings: Some blood again, some mental illness, flashback, SPOILERS about Ace's destiny, some bad language... "suicide attempt".

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Flashback

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Chapter 2: Not Without A Fight

"Who the heck are you?" I ask, since I don't recognize those faces which have appeared before me. These two aren't familiar to me, I haven't seen them before, maybe they are new here? They don't have the same rough voice and mean eyes that everyone here until now have had.

My eyes hurt and it's difficult to keep them in those two men, but somehow I feel like I have to do it. The other jailor with a gun has a longer and lighter beard and moustache on his face, as what I can see in the dim light. The other hasn't completely been able to hide all his black hair under the hat, and so there are some curls escaping the piece of wearing. I haven't been able to escape even though I have tried many times – and oh, how many jailors I have put to test, luckily causing some harm too -, and now I don't seem to even remember how many days it has been since I came here. Days, weeks, months?

"Take off your beard and sunglasses", the jailor with a gun says to the other. "I guess our disguises could deceive anyone." I know that he is lying. During my time here I have learned every emotion on the jailors' faces, every odd low and high pitch on their voices. It is a useful skill after all, as the jailors never speak the truth. At first I was stupid and believed them – yay, lunch, yay, my friends have come? – but now the only ones being stupid are the jailors, since they still think that I can't know when they are lying.

The black-haired jailor takes off his beard and sunglasses, revealing his face. There are two round eyes looking firmly on me, below them a nose funnily long and a wide mouth turned upside down.

Luffy?" the man says, clearly hesitating. I don't answer partly simply because I don't know what to answer – this is the first time that someone has called me by the first name, and it confuses me. No one has ever done that here, just calling me by the number, last name or by some mean nickname instead. Bastard, lowlife, brat, mistake, a person with no human dignity, weakling, alone… But I'm pretty sure that Luffy is my name.

The other jailor tells the black-haired man to put his beard and glasses back, starting to undo my handcuffs. In a moment I am on my feet, staring at them with a pure hate on my face. However gentle the voice calling my name or however worried the eyes glancing at me, there's no way I'm just going willingly with them.

"I'm not going without a fight", I growl. My sore throat hurts. I don't remember when I have last drunk something. Or eaten. Or spoken, truth to be said.

"Calm down, you idiot", the gun-jailor snaps at me, trying to hit the lock with the key. I pull my chains, soon feeling the wounds in my wrists open up once again. I kick, try to bite, try to hit, anything I am able to. Adrenaline is running wild on my veins, making my starved and weak body shake and feel like full of power. Like years ago. I manage to land a hit on the gun-jailor's jaw as he still is trying to get my handcuffs off. Soon the mentioned man has grabbed me against the wall.

"Listen, idiot", he hisses, trying to keep me on place at the same time. "We're here to save you. Zoro and Usopp", he whispers. I feel his breath on my face. Smells like alcohol.

I do the only thing right to do on that situation: I laugh. I laugh even when I see the confused looks on the jailors' faces, I laugh until I feel like choking. It's not a happy laugh which I remember faintly from the past, but a laugh that is meant to creep out the jailors, to show that I know their lies. No one is saving me, no one has tried and ever will.

There is suddenly a picture with people on it, a large group and a ship with a lion-head frontfigure. I feel my vision starting to blur, a pain to gnaw at my heart. The gun-jailor is holding me, but I'm still able to crash my head on the brick wall behind me. There is a loud voice and a pain flashing inside my head, but the painful picture is as good as gone, so I'm good for now.

"Usopp, help me a bit", the jailor holding me demands. The other jailor wakes up from his thoughts and tears, grabbing the keys and unlocking my cuffs with trembling hands. At the moment I'm free from my chains, I collapse against the jailor holding me, all energy sucked out of my body. My limbs feel heavy, adrenaline far gone. I try to stand up on my own and land a second hit to the gun-jailor's jaw, but my body feels like it's made about jelly.

The two jailors grab me from both of my arms, starting to drag me out of my cell. I close my eyes as we arrive at a high hall, the bright light of many torches burning my eyes painfully. I don't see because my eyes are now shut, but I feel every turn we take, remember every jailor who greet us, hear every step of those who are carrying me. My bare feet are dragging behind me even though the jailors try to hold me high. Not that it hurts anymore.

Suddenly, I open my eyes as I feel cold metal under my bare feet. We're on the elevator, or at least I suppose it to be a one. I feel dizzy and I'm still very tired, so I decide just to be still and watch what is coming as the jailors put me down. The other jailor, the black-haired one, takes some pieces under his clothes and puts them together – what I see looks like a huge sling, with a long pole and round head, a little bag hanging from strings from end of it. The other jailors moves the gun to hang from his neck.

I have no idea what the jailors are doing. They stay silent, and I don't actually care to ask. There's no voice in the elevator, except for my heavy breaths as I try to keep some air in my lungs. Wow, I had no idea that my physical condition was that bad. What was the last time I fought against someone, other than a jailor? Or for what purpose what was it again-

"Luffy what are you doing here? I've told you to stay out of my problems!" a man with freckles on his face shouts to me, his black hair swinging in the wind.

"I AM YOUR BROTHER!" I shout, seeing tears starting to stream down the man's face even with that huge distance between us.

At the next moment the one crying is me. I feel the man's, no, my brother's, limp body pressing me down, his blood staining my hands and clothes-

I grip my head although my hands feel dirty now, I'm trying to get rid of that torturing memory. I feel blood dripping down my fingertips as a scream escapes my mouth, echoing on the elevator and startling the two escorting me. I feel their touches, hear their voices as they try to understand what is wrong, but it all comes like through a thick glass. Somewhere far away an alarm starts to ring, but it sounds dull.

Suddenly, the other jailor pulls me to embrace, hugging me. I feel something to break inside of me as the scream stops, tears starting to escape my eyes.
"Good, finally you shut up. Usopp, plan B?" the jailor with the gun asks. The other nods, digging then three some kind of gas masks out of his pockets. He gives one for me and one for the other jailor, putting one mask on his own face after taking his beard and moustache off. The mask looks funny, hiding the nose and mouth from view. I put my own mask on and feel my breathing to get even more difficult. The gun-jailor takes his fake beard and moustache off too, switching the mask on.
The mentioned jailor then bends down in front of me, lifting me to his piggyback. I smell some alcohol as before, feeling the odd warmness and certainty to beam from that man. I'm thankful for being in piggyback now, actually –I couldn't have stand on my own feet anymore, probably.

The elevator pings as we arrive at the right floor. As soon as the door opens, I understand what my escorts' plan was for.

Outside the elevator are at least 20 jailors waiting us, all of their guns pointed at the direction of the elevator. So fast that anyone barely notices, the black-haired jailor grabs his sling and shoots, spreading several pieces of some weird seeds across the large hall. In a moment the seeds grow up to full-sized plants, which spit out odd smoke. The jailors who have started to step closer after the shot collapse now one by one.

"Hurry, let's go!" the man carrying me says to other, stepping across the fallen jailors on the ground. My escorts run surprisingly fast, the sling-jailor running ahead as if to act as a protector. There's no one conscious in the hall anymore, and the huge guard animals get hardly any attention as the sling-guy shoots them down. The road seems to be clear, all what matters now is the jailors' fastness.

I still have no idea what the jailors are doing, but I kind of think it can't be as bad thing as I at first thought. We're almost at the end of the hall, and my heart starts beating faster as I see the huge doors in front of us. Through a pair of doors, past some confused guards and a second pair of doors, and we're out.

The gun-jailor drops me down and shuts the door firmly with the other jailor. I just sit where I was left, the bright sun murdering my eyes and a light breeze feeling increbidly good when it rustles my hair. I gaze at the blue sky, some little splinters getting on my fingers as I squeeze the wooden pier to prevent it from disappearing.

"LUFFYYY!" There's a loud female voice echoing from the end of the pier, someone calling the name that I think to belong to me. I turn my eyes down, and at the same moment I feel all air to leave my lungs and my heart to stop for a minute. There's so much water, cursed water just in front of me, not more than couple of steps ahead. I feel strong urge to vomit, all what is left on my stomach is piling up to my throat.

So this is what they planned all the time. I should've guessed that they weren't going to free me or save me, not something happy like that. No, they are going to finally kill me, and by a much worse way than torturing me or letting me starve to death. Instead of all that they are going to throw me to that treacherously glimmering water, letting me drown and sink like a rock, all the way to the bottom. And I had thought that I could see all their lies already.

"Luffy?" a quiet voice asks me, the sling-jailor looking at me with a false worry on his face. I make my decision so quickly that no one gets time to react. I snatch the gun from the other jailor, breaking the strap in the process, and lift it up, pointing it straight to the side of my head. I have troubles holding the large gun even when using both of my hands, but maybe my strength is enough for a one shot.

"I will not follow your sick plans", I hiss for those staring at me. The two jailors beside me are frozen to their places, clearly not knowing how to resolve the situation. At the end of the pier and on the water is a submarine, with couple of its travelers staring at me from the opened entrance: a woman with orange hair and a man with a curly eyebrow.

"Luffy, I bet that you don't even know how to switch the safety off from that, not to speak about loading it", the man with the odd eyebrow says, nervousness shining through his joke. There is a faint 'click' as I prepare the gun.

"Oh." The said man's eyes widen after my action.

I take a deep breath, taking a better hold of the gun.

"Luffy, wait", the orange-haired woman says with a panic in her voice. I keep my eyes on the water, moving my index finger on the right spot and finally pulling the trigger.

Yay, cliffhanger! ~ Or is it?