"Who's the brat?" the smaller one turned to me, he has a big mouth, I'll call him Jaws. "Arlong didn't say anything about a kid."

"Let's just finish the job so we can leave," the bigger one, let's call him Fred, hit Violet's dad, making him cough up blood. Violet whimpered quietly from under me and started to squirm. I pushed down harder with my foot to stop her from moving.

"Come on," I was looking around for something that could be used as a weapon but was, unfortunately, unable to find anything that wouldn't hurt me as much as it would them. "The job wouldn't be complete unless you killed the whole family, he's got a kid."

"A kid?" wow, these guys are pretty slow, "Arlong wouldn't leave any survivors if he was here… Where's his kid?"

"Why do you think I stopped you? I wasn't just passing by."

"What are you just standing there for?" Fred shouted at Jaws, "we need to get that boy!"

Idiots. I ran by them when they started to come toward me, leading them away from Violet and picking up a piece of broken glass. I barely noticed the glass digging into my palm as I ran. I turned on the men when I got far enough away from the house and threw my makeshift weapon. It hit Jaws in the neck and he went down just long enough for me to grab his katana. They're slow too. This is where it starts to get fun; I looked around, trying to figure out how to win against these monstrous men.

"So," Jaws smirked, "you finally realized that there's no point in running."

Has he really not noticed the piece of glass sticking out of his neck? If I can kick it deeper, he'll drop before too long, then I'll just need to worry about… wait, where did Jaws go?

"Anthony went back to kill your dad," Fred took out his weapon and attacked.

A spear? Really? My feet had barely touched the ground before he attacked again. I looked at my arm, I hadn't quite been fast enough; there was a lot of blood. Shit, he's faster than I thought… he wasn't really trying to catch me earlier; he knew I wouldn't be able to get away…

***Violet's POV***

"Get ready," Raca looked excited.

"Wha-" I had to avoid yelping as she stood up and put her foot on my back. The next thing I know she starts throwing rocks at the men.

Does she have a death wish? I thought she wanted us to stay hidden! I looked up at her in shock and she was smirking at the men. They were talking but I wasn't listening; my concentration had gone back to my dad, bruised and bloody. I knew he was going to die, and there was nothing I could do about it… I can't even say goodbye…

Suddenly there was no more weight on my back. Raca was running, being followed by the fishmen. What's she doing? She can't outrun them with an injured ankle! I watched them disappear behind the trees as I tried to register what had just happened. It took until my dad to start coughing for me actually realize that it was safe to go to him.

"Daddy!" I shouted as I ran to him. Wow, it's been a long time since I've called him that.

"Violet?" he struggled to sit up, "who was that? It's not safe, you have to leave!"

"I found her on the beach," I started to cry, he was bleeding too badly, I knew he wouldn't live much longer but I couldn't leave him there… he was my dad, I loved him… "I'm not going anywhere without you!"

"Please," he started coughing again, "I don't… want you hurt… go."

"I'm staying."

"Violet… I'm not asking."

"I love you dad," I hugged him and concentrated on breathing until I could talk, "but this time I'm not going to listen to you."

"There's no point in saying goodbye," a voice came from behind us; I could tell without looking that it was one of the fismen. Dad pushed me away from him as the man reached for me. In my absence, he grabbed my dad's throat and started squeezing.

"Love… you…" he struggled to say before he went limp. The fish threw him over his shoulder like a doll then turned his attention toward me.

He's dead… gone. My dad's gone… I'm all alone. I have no one… even Raca's gone. She was my only friend and she risked he life for me… I was starting to go into shock; my mind was slowly shutting down when the man backhanded me. When I struggled to my feet, I was starting to get frustrated, angry. He killed them… this man… he killed everyone I had... I hate him. This man… no, he's not a man, he's a monster.

"Don't worry," the man gave me a toothy grin, "I'll let you see your daddy really soon."

"You," I muttered, "you're a monster."

"Monster? How am I a monster when I've decided to end you quickly? When I'm willing to go out of my way to kill you so you don't have to wait to see your precious father again?" he kicked my father's body when he mentioned him.

"Don't touch him!"

"Why not?" the horrible fish kicked my dad harder, "it's not like he can feel it."

"Don't disrespect his body!"

"I'll do whatever the hell I feel like."

"I hate you," my mind was still shutting down. I ran toward the house, and picked a piece of wood off of the ground, getting ready to defend myself against the killer fish.

"You really think you can win against me?"

There's something sticking out of his neck… what is it? The glass Raca picked up! I smiled; now I knew how to beat him, now the only problem was getting close enough. "Thanks Raca."

"Raca, that's the brat we chased after? You're lucky I don't like watching kids suffer, Raoul on the other hand…" he snickered, "let's just say he's going to draw your friend's death out for as long as possible."

"Shut up!" I don't want to hear about my friend being tortured, dammit! She risked her life for me… she gave me a chance to win this. I can't let her down… I have to… I have to at least try to fight. I started running toward him, my body moving on its own.