Rated: M

Warnings: character death, descriptive death scene,

Summary: She was just like any other kid on Gibbet island, dirty, hungry, and just trying to live to see tomorrow

Mollie was so tired, she'd been running through the different alleyways for hours now. She was always running, running from adults, running from kids everyone was her enemy. The whole world was against her ever since her friends abandoned her to rot in the streets. And you know what she wasn't going to take it like all those other kids thought she would, she wasn't a crybaby anymore she wouldn't be giving up without a fight.

She remembers almost bitterly how her dad said to be free, even his last words were speaking of freedom. If she could fight, as long as she stood her ground and punched anything in her way that was what freedom was, right? It had to be all those other kids that never adapted to the life here died and she didn't want to die only to find her dad on the other side disappointed in her for not living.

"Why are ya so tired Hopson," Mollie parroted remembering one of the men that worked at the butcher's asking her that in fake worry waving a cut of meat in front of her face to tease her growling stomach. He would wave the stake just out of reach but she had learned by now not to jump up for it like a starving dog unless she wanted to be publicly embarrassed.

Inspecting her hands she noticed how dirty they were, her nails were long, a few hanging off her fingers looking ready to be bitten off. She'd need to find something to cut them again they were starting to turn into claws. She was left only in a big t-shirt leaving a breeze to whip under her and make her shiver, thankfully it was long enough to cover the rest of her; sadly the pants she had were long gone due to the damage they sustained. They got caught on a nail while she was running from David and his crew it ripped a pretty big hole on her backside. It wasn't much of a loss they were too small anyway, even with as thin as she was they were still tight. How she wasn't thin enough to fit into them even when her ribs were showing she'd never know.

"I think ya bout as useless as tits on a bull Jeremy so why don't you go act uppity somewhere else," Mollie snapped to herself glaring up at the grey smokey sky in answering to her parroted remark imagine satisfying it would be to rebel against the stuck up people here. She stared up at the smoggy sky for what felt like hours, she knew there was blue somewhere but she couldn't pick it out from the grey. The smoke the island produced from all the factories it had up in the north covered that beautiful blue, the blue that spoke of freedom her dad talked of, a blue she missed dearly.

"I really hate this place," she hissed doing her best to ignore her aching stomach. It was strange how that thing worked, at one point she thought she was over hunger, It didn't bother her as much when she didn't have any food, so why was it suddenly becoming a problem again?

"Daddy told a lot of lies didn't he, said the outside would be better then pop-pop but look at where you're at, usless, ugly, fat nose," Mollie began to insult herself looking down at a puddle of unknown liquid that came from under the dumpster as she did so. It was better this way telling the insults to herself so they wouldn't bother her as much when others aimed it at her.

Finally, the stench from this particular ally was so strong it even forced her out into the light of the town. With her good old thumpin sick in her hands she was greeted with turned up noses at her appearance and stench; mothers pulled their children closer to them as she walked by as if afraid she would bite them.

'For good reason,' Mollie thought to herself barring her teeth in a hiss as one of the little girls pointed at her and laughed. 'Well, looks who's laughing now sally girl! looks like ya bout to piss your pretty Sunday dress you fucking brat.' she thought to herself taking great pleasure in how the girl flinched at the action.

Mollie's grin turned savage showing far too many teeth in her malicious grin, her actions only made more people whisper but Mollie didn't care anymore she- she was just-

"So tired," she murmured staring longingly at the food sitting out to only rot because no one was going to buy that many apples.

"She looks like a deranged gremlin mary loo like those tales of the goblin king we hear when we were younguns," mothers whispered to each other holding babies close to their chest.

"She's just no dern good that girl, a waste of oxygen she is," the men said nodding their heads as they smoked.

"Get out of here you sack of bones," A woman hissed standing up to her full hight to protect her 'precious' supply noticing Mollie's eyes on them for too long and she-

She snapped.

It was just too much she was tired she was starving and she'd been angry before so angry but nothing like-

All she saw was red, red, red, red. She was so hungry so damn hungry then.

"OH MY GOD SHE'S GONE BLOODTHIRSTY SHE JUST MAULED ANNA MAY! SOMEONE CALL THE MARINES," a woman cried out in a shrill voice.

Mollie stood shaking stick covered in blood and the woman from before her face. Her nose wasn't supposed to look like that there was blood everywhere she was so covered in it and.

She just wanted food she never, she never wanted this to happen she-she was just so hungry.

Snatching an apple Mollie ran almost dropping her stick as she did so. Men of all kinds raced after her tripping over themselves to get to her. Angry they were angry and she.

"Come on Madeline come to your daddy," his voice whispered in her ear making her scream this sea god awful scream that crawled out of her throat that seemed to shake everyone around her.

It was as if the world froze for that second and people fell, they were falling and she was running. She just wanted to get away, away from him from pop-pop. She didn't do anything wrong! He was the one that hurt her, it wasn't her fault, it wasn't her fault, it wasn't her-

She rammed into something making her fall back on her ass, she tried to scramble backward only to get to her knees to see.

Celestial Dragons.

"How dare you touch my daughter," The man growled as A girl who didn't look much older then her glared down from the man she was using as a horse. Mollie didn't even hit her she bumped into the man she- '

"I done nothin wron-"

Her cry was cut off as fast as it started, the gun came out so fast and suddenly there was a bullet headed straight for her. It came colliding with her skull shattering her cheekbone traveling through her brain and out the other side leaving brain matter to ooze from the hole in her head. It fell with a splat onto the ground blood splattering the cobblestone road.

She fell to the ground with a thud her face disfigured but the horror could still be seen in her eye, her mouth left open forever left in a scream.

The pair of Celestial Dragons stared down at the body with no remorse looking down on the starving girl as if she was misplaced trash. The man that was being used as a horse was forced to trample over the young girls body her blood seeping into his large palm. The man shivered violently at the feeling of the blood on his hands, there were no tears in his eyes. The eyes of this man were far too gone to react to something like this, having seen worst in his servitude to the Celestial Dragons.

"Daddy that reminds me,"the girl said looking from the trash that was smushed by her slave towards her father "I want a new female slave, can she be a mink? They always looked so fluffy!" She giggled as they traveled down the street the people falling to their knees to bow in their presents.

The man only hummed in thought, "we'll just have to see pumpkin you know how hard those animals are to catch."

Authors note: haha I know another death fic surprise! It's just been a really bad week and I needed to get it out somehow so writing is my best method. Pop-pop, by the way, is Mollie's grandfather, he's a noble gone insane by grief of losing his only daughter and projects her onto Mollie, (I mean this guy was already pretty unstable after losing his wife but Madeline was the last straw.) and yes she used Conquerors haki but she doesn't have that type in the main timeline mostly because the right buttons were never pushed to unlock that type of Haki in that timeline.