Chapter 3
Luffy
A little over two months had passed before he was able to relax; the discovery of the man's body was finally dying down. He no longer saw it on the news, or heard people gossip at the coffee shop. If the cops had found anything he would have certainly been arrested already.
He sat on his couch, pulling his knees to his chest. His stomach grumbled impatiently, he had yet to eat dinner. His phone lit up from its place beside him. Lighting the dark room in a gloomy light, reaching over he slid it open to read a text from Usopp, one of his friends and coworkers.
The gang is heading out to Shakky's want to come?
He stared at the text for a few minutes. No, he didn't want to go but he should. He didn't want his friends to think he was acting any more strange than usual.
Cmon, that place is a complete rip-off.
He texted back, sighing as it sent. It was true, that bar was completely overpriced. It only took Usopp a minute to reply.
Zoro said they have the best booze. Robin finally has a day off of work. She wants to see you so please come!
He bit his lip, shifting his knees.
Sure. Meet you guys there.
He responded, sighing once again and standing up.
He showered quickly, shoving himself into the first pair of jeans his hands came across and a loose shirt. Luckily it was May and still warm outside. He'd always preferred shirts over sweaters.
The drive to the bar was almost twenty minutes, and he parked on the almost empty darker side of the parking lot. Somebody would have to be crazy if they thought his car was worth breaking into, and even if they did nothing would be achieved from it. So he shrugged, and stepped out.
The first thing he noticed as he walked into the bar was a buzzed Nami, hanging onto an equally buzzed man who was in the process of buying her another shot. He rolled his eyes, and walked over to the table his friends were sitting at.
"She sure doesn't waste any time." He joked, and his friends laughed in agreement. They had saved a seat for him, and as he sank down into it he also reached over, stealing a handful of Zoro's fries. "Get your own." Zoro scowled and he pursed his lips before shoving all the fries in his mouth at once.
"It's good to see you are still you." Robin spoke from beside him and he swallowed the fries, turning to smile at her. She didn't reach in to hug him; his friends had learned long ago that he didn't like to be touched. He was sure Zoro had told them about his past behind his back, but none of them ever tried to talk about it to him. He was thankful.
"Always." He beamed, hiding his uneasiness behind his smile. He wasn't the same; he'd never be the same. Not after what he'd done. "I was worried you'd change, it's been so long since I've seen you." Robin continued, and he turned his body turned her. "It has been awhile, how is that new job treating you?" He asked.
They talked while he ordered a hamburger and fries for himself. Robin droned on and on about her work, about a coworker of hers that she found strange, and her new boyfriend. He awed, and laughed at the appropriate parts. Not really listening. It was hard to focus on her stories when he had so much more on his mind.
As his food was set on the table he began eating, Robin grew quiet after a while and he looked up. "Sorry." He mumbled, realizing he must have been ignoring her. "Don't worry, I can tell something is bothering you. Want to talk about it." He paused, mid bite. "No." He snapped and Robin's eyes widened. "It's personal." He said softer, and she nodded at him with a tight smile.
As the hours passed his friends slowly started to leave until it was only he left. He was gathering his stuff, ready to leave as a large body ran into him from behind. "Sorry, didn't see you." A deep voice spoke and he turned around to look up at a large, obviously drunk man.
"It's fi-." He froze, midsentence. He stared up into the almost black eyes of the stranger, his father's eyes. The man mistook his stare of horror for interest. "See something you like cutie?" The man burped out, and he took a step back.
His fingers twitched as the man smirked down at him, the rage that had been absent suddenly flared back up. A small grin settled on his lips, and he brushed his fingers against the man's hand. "I see something that interests me very much." He slid his hand up higher, pushing the rage down as the man's smirk grew wider at his advances.
It only took a few more flirty sentences and smiles before he had the drunken man in his passenger seat. As he drove, his mind started to race. What am I doing? Take him home. Don't let him escape. He deserves this. Don't let this happen. Kill him. He tried to blink away the jumbled thoughts.
Than man was half asleep when he pulled into his house, he parked his car in his garage and then helped the man into his room. He pushed the drunken man onto his bed, watching his chest rise and fall. The rage was still in his system but his mind was starting to clear.
What was he doing? Why had he brought this man here? As he stared the man groaned, and opened his eyes. The black eyes turned to him and he was suddenly submerged in the rage.
He found himself on top of the man, in control. Power rocked his small body as he stared down at the black eyes. As the man stared at him in confusion he brought his hands up to the man's face, almost caressing it before shoving his thumbs into the man's eyes.
He grinned as the man started to thrash underneath him. Strong hands grabbed at his arms and he pulled one arm back forcefully, bringing his fist down with all his strength. Enjoying the crunch of the now broken nose.
The man moaned in pain, both of the man's eyes were tightly shut as he reached up to touch his nose. Now that both his arms were free he lifted his fist again, bringing it back down. Another crunch, the red film wasn't over his eyes this time. He could clearly hear each break, each groan. It filled him with power; he was the one who was doing the beating this time. He couldn't help but smile.
The man had struggled in the beginning but after more punches than he could count the man's arms had fallen. Now panting, he let his fist fall. He felt completely at peace. Like the first time, he could breathe.
It wasn't until he'd driven almost thirty minutes away from the place he'd dropped the first man's body that he started to panic. Would he get away with a second murder? He had worn his straw hat to help hide his face just in case someone saw him and now regretted it, as it fell in front of his eyes every few minutes.
As he dragged the heavy body into the woods his foot slipped out from underneath him, and he groaned in pain. Stupid hat. He dragged the body a few yards further into the thick woods before dropping it. He didn't have a shovel and it was too late to buy one now.
As he stared at the body, a sense of nausea hit him and he turned away, sprinting back towards his car.
Law
"Please." The man groaned, pain lacing the single word. "I've only taken out two ribs, don't be dramatic." He shivered, pleasure rocking him as he slowly worked on removing the third rib. He was able to do so much more now that he'd had his basement remade into his own personal operating room. Nobody could hear the screams for help so deep in the ground.
He could finally hear the pleas and screams from his patients without worry. Could finally take his time. "Why are you doing this?" The man coughed, blood bubbling in his throat. He didn't answer, and bit his lip in glee as the third rib popped out. "Kill me." The man pleaded, and he smiled in amazement. How this man was still conscious, was incredible. How much more could the man handle?
Each kill he'd made was incredible, he'd learned more about the human body in the last two years than he ever had in school. Like the way he was able to keep his last victim alive for almost five hours after removing multiple organs. That had been fun.
He felt a sense of pride fill him. Any other man would have killed them accidently, but not him. He always ended it; he had yet to lose a single life accidently. "You sick fuck." The man shouted weakly, bringing him out of his thoughts. His eyes narrowed, "You talk quite a lot, and it is starting to annoy me." He sighed. Standing up, he walked over to look for his mouth gagging instrument; he quickly grabbed the steel object.
He held in a chuckle as he forced the instrument into the man's mouth, "I think I'll like you a lot more without your tongue." He groaned in pleasure.
He gazed fondly at the hole in the man's chest as he dug up a new hole, right next to his other bodies. It wasn't until he'd buried the body that he noticed something was wrong. He'd been to this part of the woods more times than he could count. Somebody had been here.
His eyes snapped toward the skid marks on the leafy ground, and he walked over slowly. A small dot of blood on a green plant sent a wave of anger through him. Someone had bled on his bodies, tainted them. He followed the blood trail further, blinking in shock as he stared down at a body. It was only a day or two old.
Whoever had killed this man had been messy; he could easily tell that the man had died from blunt force trauma. It wasn't hard with the man's beaten in face, his mind briefly thought back to the other body found almost thirty miles away. Was it possible these were related? They did have similarities.
As his shock died away, fury filled him. This could have gotten him caught, could of exposed his bodies. What idiot just dumped the body? Couldn't they have the decency to bury it, keep the cops off their trail for a while at least?
After a long string of cussing, he brought his shovel over, starting to make a new hole. He wouldn't let this idiot murderer expose him. He knew it'd be much easier and faster to just re-dig his already buried body and throw this one in with it, but like hell was he going to put this messy kill with his. His were perfect, this was far from perfect. Not worthy to be with his bodies.
He was sweating by the time he'd successfully buried the discovered body, this had better be the only body dumped here, or he was going to have a problem. Scowling he turned to leave but not before a flash of yellow caught his eye.
He walked over to a nearby bush, picking up a small straw hat.
Luffy
He stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth; his fridge was almost empty now. He let his mind run over the events that had happened, ignoring the ruined sheets in his bedroom. He'd have to buy new ones, again.
So he had killed twice, fact. He had enjoyed it, again fact. Why? What had caused this? He took another big bite of the soft meat in his hand. The first man, he had his father's voice. The second had his father's eyes. He slowed his eating.
Both men had features similar to his father so certainly it should be okay to kill them. Anyone that resembled his father had to be scum. A small bubble of rage made itself know. Yes, it was okay to kill men like his father. He was doing the world a service by removing those men from the earth.
He was doing everyone a favor, so why stop now? As long as the men he killed were someway like his father he couldn't be doing anything wrong. Everything was perfectly okay. He smiled as the realization sunk in.
Three days had gone by since he'd killed the second man and he was in the middle of serving a teenage girl who had a sun hat on when it hit him that he hadn't seen his straw hat since he'd buried the man. Did he drop it?
He hurried home from work that day, throwing his house apart in an attempt to find the straw hat and then running to his car when he didn't. The drive was even longer than the first and he walked stiffly through the woods, searching. How could he be so dumb to leave his hat?
He kicked a tree, ignoring the pain after two hours of searching. It was nowhere to be found. Neither was the body but he was sure he'd come the exact same way he had the other night. Perhaps an animal had eaten the body, it wasn't totally out of the question. He hadn't seen it on the news after all and for all he knew his hat could have blown away in the wind.
There was no reason to freak out, he took a deep breath and walked slowly back to his car.
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