A/N: This is just an idea I had after looking for any Whitebeard/OC full length stories (meaning was longer then 10,000 words) and there was only a dozen stories where the Whitebeard Pirates had a 'mother'. That's how the idea was born. However, I really messed with Whitebeard's age. In the anime and manga, Whitebeard dies at the age of 72, meaning he fought with Roger at 50-ish. Well, I kinda made Whitebeard hell of a lot younger in this story.
The 17th Division: Mom Of the Whitebeard Pirates: There was only one woman for Whitebeard. He just had to wait until she was ready for him, but sending him a letter after 8 years, asking for his help because the World Government was after her and her 'sons' was not what he was expecting nor the reason why her 'sons' were being hunted down.
Whitebeard/Edward - 27
Annja – 17
Law - 9
Kidd – 6
Ace and Sabo - 5
Luffy – 2 (really around 16 months)
There is a long A/N at the end of the chapter. Please read it and understand what I am going through right now.
Arc 1 – Her boys
Chapter 9: A Walk Down Memory Lane
Annja lend against the railing of the crew's nest. A gentle wind played with her auburn hair and scarf as her ice blue eyes scanned the horizon. Marco informed her that they were sailing toward an island called Loguetown. She was heading home in the first time in 6 years. She felt her lips stretch into a smile.
Law and Kidd could be heard, bugging Marco for a story about one of the times that Edward went toe to toe with Roger. Marco laughed, giving in. He launched into the story. The two boys 'ooh'ed and 'ah'ed at the correct moment.
Annja kept her eyes on the horizon. It wasn't long before she spotted the island. She grinned and walked to the other side of the crew's nest, shouting down to Marco, "Island at 10 o'clock."
Marco paused in the story, looking out where Loguetown was at. Kidd rushed to the railing, shouting with joy. Law followed the red head, a bit subdued. Marco turned the ship in the direction of Loguetown.
Nearly 3 hours later, Marco and Annja furled the sail as they prepared to make port. Kidd, Annja saw, bounced around on deck.
"Come on, mom," Kidd whined, "Hurry up."
"I'm coming," Annja said, "Just hold your horses." She climbed from the crow's nest as Marco jumped off the side of the crow's nest. He landed, lightly, and bottoned up his white shirt, covering the jolly roger. He looked up at Annja as she swung off the rope ladder.
"I'm gonna get the supplies," he glanced around, "Mom."
Annja nodded and replied, "I'm taking Law and Kidd to the excatution platform."
"Know where it is," Marco asked.
Annja smiled, "I was there when Roger was excuted." The trio blinked at her, "Plus, this is where I was born and raised until I was captured by the Marines when I was 11." She looked toward the bust town, "I wonder how is everyone."
"You won't know unless you come, mom," Kidd exclaimed.
Law shook his head, walking over beside his red head brother, waiting for the auburn teen. Annja said over her shoulder as she walked toward the cabin, "Let me get my purse then we can leave."
"Okay," Law said.
"'Bout time," Kidd could be heard muttering. Annja shook her head in amusement as she walked into the cabin. She grabbed her over the shoulder, saddlebag before she slipped it over her head. She turned around. Marco stood there, looking at her.
"Mom," Marco started, "Here. I want you take this." He handed the other teen a heavy small bag, samiliar to a change purse, "There's a few thousand berries. You should treat Law and Kidd to a nice dinner. Maybe get you three some new clothes while you are not," Marco suggested.
"Marco," Annja breathed. Her eyes shone with worry, "Do you have enough to get supplies?"
"Yes, mom," Marco chunckled, "Just let me take care of you in Pops' place for a bit."
"Mom, are you coming?" Law called out, "Kidd's driving me up the mast."
Annja giggled. Her shoulder relaxed as she agreed to take the money and she slipped it into her purse. She told Marco, "Just for right now, bird-brian." She heard the blonde teen sigh.
Annja's eyes swept over the streets as she forced Kidd and Law to hold her hands in order to not to lose them in the crowd. From the sun's position and judging how busy the streets were, it was nearly dinner time.
She directed Law and kidd into one of the many travens off of seventh street. Annja smiled as she realized that she had managed to find a place not so crowded. She led the boys to the bar. Law managed to get on the stool just fine.
Annja had to help Kidd onto a stool. She slipped her hands under the red head's armpits, holding his chest, gently. She picked up him up and sat him on the stool. She placed her rear on the stool seat before she put her weight on it. She scouted around, facing the bartender as he walked up.
"3 colas," Annja smiled as the bartender, "and Menus, please."
"Coming right up, ma'am," the bartender replied, walking away.
"Mom," Law started. There was a glint in his steel grey eyes, "Can you afford this?"
"Yes, baby," Annja replied, "Your older brother gave me some money."
"What about supplies," Kidd asked in alarmed tone.
"He's getting the supplies," Annja explained, "he told me he would have plenty leftover," She glanced, "He wants me to get the three of us some clothes and such," She shrugged, still glancing around. Old habits die hard.
The bartender came back with 3 mugs of colas and handed the trio menus before attending to another customer.
After dinner, Annja led the way to the middle of the town. Her eyes ran over the various stalls as they closed up and headed back home. Her mother would drag her out every morning to go get food and check out the stalls. Her father would sometimes join them. There were times she had spotted her father up on the roof tops, running like he was chasing after someone.
She remembered how crowded the streets get when the navy ship carrying the King of the Pirates arrived. Everyone wanted one last look at the man who sailed the entire world. Her father brought her to the excitation platform in the middle of the town while her mother disappeared for the day. Later, Annja would spotted her mother up a roof with a gun. She had watched from the safety of her father's arms as Roger walked up the stairs to the platform. He sat down, crossed legged. The final moments came and Roger parted his lips, saying his final words with a wide D grin before the two guards standing on either side of him, plunged their swords into Roger's body as the cheer of piracy rang out.
"Wow," Kidd breathed. Annja blinked. "That's where Roger died."
"Amazing," Law awed, "I wonder how fast did he die."
Annja eyed Law out of the corner of her eye. The boy had a morbid curiosity. She replied, "My father told me, later, after the execution, Roger died, drowning in his own blood. The guards missed Roger's heart. Three hours after he died, the marines burnt his body before they placed him in an unmarked grave in the cemetery."
"You know this how," Marco's voice rang out from behind them.
"Well," Annja giggled, "It was on a dare. Myself and two other around my age at the time were dared to spend the night in the cemetery," she smirked, mischievously, "It will easier to show if it's still there."
"What's 'still there'?" Marco asked. Annja giggled. The vice-commander had a bad feeling about this.
The four walked through the cemetery. The moon's bright light was the only light Annja used. Kidd held her right hand tightly as she led them to a grave. Law walked behind Annja with his hands in his jean pockets. Marco brought up the rear.
Annja came to a stop at the far end of cemetery. She spoke, "I, being the bravest of the three, led the way through the cemetery that night. The other two- a teen named Smoker and a girl Bellemere – followed me. The dare was, we had to spend the night in the cemetery, no matter what happens. So, we looked for a good place to sleep and came across a hallowed out tree. We set up our beds. I managed to go to sleep. Belle and Smoker stayed up, too spooked. They woke me up sometime in the early morning hours, saying they heard someone singing Bink's brew. I thought to myself why would someone be in the cemetery, singing a pirate song? Smoker, Belle, and I left the safety of our tree. We walked –"
"What was that?" Law cut into the story. The trio looked at him
"What was what?" Kidd asked.
"I thought I heard something," Law confessed. Annja fought a grin.
"Where," Marco asked.
Law pointed off to their left, at some brushes, replied, "There."
Marco walked to the brushes and checked the other side. Annja bit her lower lips, waiting to see if he would jump at the blonde teen. Nothing happen.
"There's nothing here, Law," Marco said, "It must be the wind or a small nighttime creature."
Kidd started to pull on Annja's arm. He whimpered, "Mom."
"MOM!?" a ghostly man suddenly appeared inches away from Annja's nose. Annja jumped back with a high pitch scream that echoed around the cemetery.
Kidd and Law yelled in fright. Marco's eyes widen and he took a step back in surprise.
"Fuck your rest in peace bullshit," Annja clutched at her chest, sitting on the ground, "I hope you rot in hell for the rest of enternity."
"Love, don't be that way," the ghost replied, "I need some entertainment."
"Shove your entertainment," Annja snapped, standing up, "Up Your ASS!"
"You are so mean to me," the ghost whined, "This is the first time I have seen in forever! You didn't call. You didn't write, and you left me alone with those two – can you believe they went off and became Marines? I thought the three of you would be pirates," the ghost went on.
"I forgot how much you stinkin' talk," Annja drawled.
"Well, I've been dead for," the ghost paused. He looked at the red head woman before his dark eyes drifted over the terrified boys and Marco, "Wait a minute! Aren't you Edward's cabin boy?"
"I was," Marco replied, "Pops will never believe this when I tell him."
"Oh," the ghost replied, "Why is that?"
"You've been dead for already 7 years, Roger," Marco commented, "Usually, the dead don't become ghosts."
"Well, first time for everything," the ghost named Roger, "And besides, so far, nobody has gotten my One Piece."
"Holy shit," Kidd yelled, "You're him!"
"The Pirate King!" Law breathed.
"Gol D Roger at your service," the ghost bowed at the two boys.
"You haven't chance much," Marco obversed, "You are annoying as the first time Pops and I met you."
Both Marco and Roger looked the cemetery entrance. Roger stated, "We got company."
"That scream!" Voices drifted closer. Lights flashed around.
"It came from over there!"
Annja grabbed Kidd and Law about their midsections before she jumped over the brushes. Marco followed. Roger already disappeared into thin air.
The mother figure darted between the trees, holding her youngest two to her. She kept her eyes moving as she looked out for the search party.
"You have to finish your story," Marco urged the red head teen.
"It will be after I get up," Annja said. She watched as the search party spread out with a dozen or so marines trying to find the person who screamed.
"Coast's clear," Marco spoke. The two teens jumped over the fence and quickly ran back into town. Law and Kidd didn't say a word until Annja set them on their feet aboard their ship.
The red head young woman suddenly giggled. Marco followed suit. Law and Kidd looked each other.
"Teenagers," Law muttered.
"They are weirdos," Kidd agreed.
Annja walked out of the cabin, yawning. Kidd bounced behind her and called out, "Mom's awake."
"It's nearly noon," Marco commented. Annja mumbled a reply. The blonde shook his head in amusement, "let's go find lunch."
Law waited by the gangplank. Kidd ran by him and stole his furry hat. The red head dashed down the gangplank.
"KIDD!" Law roared, "GIVE MY HAT BACK!" the black haired boy followed his brother.
"Kidd! Law!" Annja called out, "Don't –" she watched as the two boys disappeared from her sight. She sighed. She glanced at Marco, "Did you feed them sugar this morning?"
"Not too my knowledge," Marco replied, "Maybe they slept good."
"Lucky them," Annja drawled. They walked off the ship and toward town.
"What happen after you left the tree," Marco asked. Annja blinked and remembered.
"We walked what felt hours in the dark, trying to figure out who was singing and came across him dancing the waltz by himself. He stopped once he noticed we were there," she continued the story of her first encounter of Roger's ghost, "he tried to scare us, but it didn't work."
~Law~
Law slowly turned around, looking for his annoying brother. He had lsot him in the crowded street. He muttered a curse word he heard from Marco. He picked a direction, looking for Kidd. Maybe the annoying brat was at the execution platform. Law headed there.
~Annja~
"We found out so much about his lady love," She said, "that if there was a chance of ever meeting her, I would know who she was."
"Wow," Marco said, "I do remember there was a beautiful woman who was his navigator, but sometime after he took the title, she disappeared."
Annja looked around, wondering where the hell her two youngest disappeared to?
"There were rumors for the longest time about her," Marco added.
"Oh," she said, her eyes sweeping the streets.
"Yeah," he replied, "According the rumor, there's an heir to his legacy. The Marines went after women on the islands he stopped at. If any of them were pregnant, they were brought in for questioning." He paused, looking pained. Annja looked up.
"Did you lose anyone?" she asked, gently.
"My girlfriend at the time," Marco explained, "She tried to protect her older sister. She died in my arms."
Annja wrapped her left hand on Marco's upper right arm, pulling him to a stop. He looked at her. She wrapped his arms around his neck. He returned the hug and buried his face in her shoulder, breathing hard.
"Was she your soulmate," she questioned, somewhat worried.
"No," he replied. It was muffled against her shoulder, "It doesn't hurt any less."
"I know," Annja pressed her lips against his temple.
~Kidd~
He giggled as he hid behind a trash can in an alleyway. Law would never fine him here. He put the furry white hat over his head with a grin. A noise echoed behind him. He turned around. A brown bottle crashed into his forehead.
"What the hell," he cursed. He glared at up a man dressed as a pirate who looked confussed.
"That should've knocked you out," the pirate commented, "Guess I should have hit you harder," he shrugged, "I hope my cut of the sell is unaffected if I harm the meredise," the pirate rumbled on.
Kidd blinked. Meredise? He spoke up, "What meredise?"
The pirate looked down at the red head boy and grinned, "I'm gonna sell ya, pipsqueak."
Kidd stared at him. The pirate reached down.
"Repeal!" the word echoed loudly in alley. Mental flew toard Kidd and his left arm disappeared from sight as mental based objects covered his arm. He gave the pirate a blood thirsty grin before a mental hand curled into a fist.
~Law~
Law hated being short. He could not see a thing in the crowded square. He sighed. The 9-year-old pushed his way through the square to the excuation platform. He jumped, grabbing the mental support.
Law climbed to the top of the platform. He panted. He stood gazing over the town. So, this was the last image the King of the Pirates saw.
"Cool," he breathed. Law remembered the reason why he climbed the platform. He walked to the edge. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for that annoying red head idiot.
"HEY, YOU, KID!"
Law looked down at a man dressed in a low ranking marine garb, smoking a cigar.
"GET DOWN FROM THERE!" the marine shouted.
The boy cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. He stated in a loud tone, "I don't take orders from you."
"Why, you, brat!" the man spattered.
Obviously, the marine was used to being obeyed, Law mused with a smirk.
~Annja and Marco~
"Where the hell did those two ran off to," Annja mused. She scanned the crowded street.
"Beat me," the teen replied, "Though, Miss Annja, may I make a suggestion."
"What's that," she asked, standing on her toes, trying to look past a square of Marines.
"Maybe we look on some other street," Marco hinted before he whispered, "We are walking too close to the Marine base here and I heard Vice-Admiral Garp is visiting."
Annja giggled, playing pushing Marco away from her gently, and commented, "Oh, Marc, you say some of the naughtiest things. Let's go get some lunch." She winked, "I'm getting hungry."
The blonde caught on, quick, and replied, "Angel, you are too innocent," he smirked at the red head, "But yeah, I think we should get some lunch."
They turned as one. Annja slipped her right arm around Marco's waist as he wrapped a tensed arm around her shoulders. They headed back down the street, away from the Marine Base.
"Wait a minute, you two," a deep voice rang out from behind them. Annja saw a thick hand grabbed the back of Marco's collar, pulling his shirt. She watched the buttons pop off his white shirt, revealing the Jolly Roger.
~Kidd~
The boy ignored the screams filling the streets as he brought the mental fist down on the pirate slaver. Buidling collapsed under the fist. The pirate's eyes widen. Kidd smirked in amusement. The mental fist plowed into the pirate.
"Nobody is making a slave out of me," Kidd said, smugly and he let the mental base objects fall to the ground. He turned around and continued to ignore the screaming until he snapped at a screaming woman, "Would you shut up?!"
"Hey, kiddo," Kidd scoffed, annoyed, "You might want run home," a man spoke up, "that man you attacked –"
"He attacked me, first, old man," Kidd yelled.
"Yeah, anyway, he is a part of a local slaver gang called Black Riot," the man continued.
"So," Kidd replied. There were several gasps on the street. He narrowed his fire like eyes, continuing, "if they are anything like that weak bastard, I a-6-year-old, will be able to put them out of their fucking misery."
Kidd blinked, slowly, noticing the people began to hid. He heard someone behind him say, "Is that so, shortie?"
Kidd turned, ready to yell at the owner, but paused and looked up and up to a man taller than Big Bro Marco. 'Me and my big mouth.'
~Law~
Law watched with some amusement The Marine had an angry look on his face.
"Kid, one last warning," the Marine growled, "get down from there!"
"I don't want to," the raven haired boy replied. He decided to add insult to injury and sat down, with his lower legs over the edge.
"Where the hell are your parents?" the Marine's face turned red.
Law sniggered, and replied, "My mom is around." He shrugged, kicking his legs back and forth. He saw the marine's face turn a brighter shade of red. He wondered how high Law could push the Marine's blood pressure before the man knelt over from a heart attack. It would probably take too long. Law guess the man was around Mom and Big Brother Marco's age.
"-BRAT! STOP IGNORING ME!" the marine shouted.
Law blinked and said to the Marine, "I'm sorry. Did you say something, Mr. Marine?" He grinned cheekily. The Marine ran at the mental supports and started to climb up.
Law wondered if Mom wouldn't mind if he tested a new move on this marine.
~Marco~
Marco wanted to curse a blue steak. His blue eyes flickered over his shoulder, spotting one man he wanted to avoid, holding his shirt collar.
"AAAHH!" a woman let out a high pitch scream, "IT'S A WHITEBEARD PIRATE!" she pointed at him.
"Grab the boys," Marco ordered into Annja's ear, "And meet me back at the ship." He jerked his shirt away from Garp.
Annja nodded, understanding, "Good luck," she muttered toward Marco's ear. The Marines rushed around them.
"Vice-Commander Marco, the Phoenix," Garp chuckled, "You are under arrest."
"So much for our date, hun," Annja smirked, speaking up. The two teens turned back to back.
"Sorry, angel," Marco's voice held some amusement, "I'll make it up to you."
"You better," Annja said. She ran forward and jumped up into the air, flipping over the three lines of Marines.
"Hina, follow her," Garp ordered. A pink haired young woman in low ranked Marine garb nodded before she shouted for three squads to follow her.
"Why follow her?" Marco raised an eyebrow.
"She matches the description of the woman who kidnapped the heir of Eustass Family," Garp replied.
~Annja~
Annja glanced behind her. She spotted a pink haired marine with a couple dozen Marines following. She didn't know if she should feel insulted or amused. The last time the Marines were after her, days before seeing Edward for the first time in person, they had sent two battleships.
Annja blinked, rounding a corner. She jumped up, grabbing a ladder before she used her arms to pull herself up the mental platform. She climbed onto the railing and jumped high, grabbing the mental platform abover hed head. She hauled herself up to the railing. She looked down at the gathered Marines.
"Better luck next time, sweetheart," Annja called down, "I would love to stay and play, but I gotta find my boys," She grinned, cheekily, "See you around."
Annja stood on the railing before she turned and parkour up the three platforms, reaching the top of the building. She heard hurried footsteps climbing the fire escae. She glanced down.
Didn't the pink haired Marine realized Annja could kicked the fire escape from the wall? The red head sighed. What to do? She had to find Law and Kidd. Her playdate with the Marines would have to wait, she mused. She walked away from the fire escape, heading to the alley edge of the building she glanced down toward Marco's location. He appeared to be okay. The marine and the phoenix hadn't started fighting yet.
Annja turned around. She saw a blue covered arm fly toward her. The red head arched backwards, letting the arm fly over her. Her ice blue eyes met the eyes of the pink haired marine. Annja smirked.
"Don't underestimate Hina," the other young woman said.
"And don't underestimate me, either," Annja warned, "Who are you, anyway?"
"I'm known as Black Cage Hina," the marine replied, "You?"
"I'm Annja Barnes," she introduced herself, "As for a nickname, well, hmm, let me think."
"Are you mocking Hina?"
"Nope," Annja tried to keep her amusement out of her voice, "Would never dream of it."
"Hina is feeling mocked."
"Annja thinks that is a personal problem," Annja managed to say before she giggled.
Hina growled and she drew back her arm.
~17th Division: Mom of the Whitebeard Pirates~
The A/N at the bottom, after the acknowledgement of the reviewers, is very long due to few events that has taken place since I last update and it is not a good way to get one of the two towns you consider your hometown on the national map.
Reviews:
Guest (1): I'm glad you like the brother interaction
NoyvernFTW – Bonjour! Tu parle angle, d'accord. I think I said that correctly. If I didn't say that right, I tried to say 'you speak English okay.' I haven't took a French speaking class since 2013. I'm sorry, but when I watched the episode with Sanji stuck on New..Iva-chan's island – which reminds me I still haven't the English dub of 419, yet, anyway, I was to busy rolling on the groud, crying with laughter. Don't get me wrong, I like Sanji. He's a gentlemen and someone I wouldn't mind having as a boyfriend, but his womanizing and the way he won't let women do certain things. For example, if I wanted to make a fucking sandwhich and he doesn't let me, his ass is going overboard. Yeah, I agree with you about Law/Vivi pairing. I actually had an idea about Vivi and it's been cooking in my head for a bit. I might make it happen..hmmmm. My favorite One Piece Character, I think, Zoro. Side note, I acutally came a story freaturing the Wood Devil Fruit. It's a Law/OC called 'the Life I live.' Ch 51, a marine has the devil fruit.
YunisuKazakura – Sempai? *blinks* Well, that is the first time I got called that. *shakes head* I won't die anytime soon. I'm planning to live until I'm at least….let's see, oh hell, let's make it 2089, I will be a hundred year old then.
Law: If I have anything to say about it. Did you take your medication, today?
Yes, I did.
Law; then why the hell is there the same number of pills in this bottle that were in it last night? *throws 3 pills as Val-chan opens her mouth to explain*
* face turns neon green and runs over to the fridge, grabbing a cola, opening it and chugs the entire thing* I hate you Law*
Law:*sniggers* If you would just take your medication, I wouldn't have to do that.
The damn medication is nasty as fuck! It starts dissolving the moment it hits my mouth. The only way I can take it is with cola. God-damn it. Law! I still have the nasty taste in my mouth.
Anyway, YunisuKazakura, Writing doesn't stress me out. It relaxes me a lot. If my future husband and I lived together, I wouldn't have to listen to him bitch about the lack of sex, ever again.
Johnny Spectre: I have read a few Law/Luffy stories. Some of them are done good, but it's not my favorite pairing. I did read a Nami/Law a while back, I thought it done alright. Again, not my favorite pairing.
Godviligs – Thank you very much. 'You definitely started evolving as a writer' *mutters to self* there is a reason why I don't go back and read over my work, at least not very often because I would up changing the entire fucking story when I had it the way at the time I liked *speaks louder* Thank you again. Marco at least right now is that way. I think he is not under the stress of being the First Commander, yet.
WaterdragonTDC – If I managed to write 11,000 words in one day, I would flip out because I just broke my current record word count this month with 6,800 and some odd words. Before that, it was 5,600. I'm trying to break my record each day. Some days I would fall short by a couple thousand, but I always will try again. Thank you for the review.
Guest (2): I'm glad you love it.
Guest (3): He's a grown man with a working libido. *laughs* I haven't mention the pronunciation before, but it's pronounce that same way as An-na. the 'J' is silent.
Pipedream: I make a couple characters without soulmate marks. Your thought about Luffy's soulmate – a few people have said something about that. I'm working on something along the lines you are thinking, at least.
Pippalina – Yeah, I agree. It could become awkward for a few people.
Gabrielsangel23 – I'm glad you love this story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Update on CampNaNoWriMo: I'm almost done with the month and I have changed my word count to a much more manageable one – 75,000, meaning I just have to write 2,500 words a day. *sighs* I remember the days where I used to try to the 1,667 was a pain in the ass and now, I can write almost 3000-4000, sometimes 5000 words in a day. Now, if I could only come up with an original idea and transformed that into a story, I would be making it as a published author, making money. I don't feel comfortable writing what the hell has been going on my hometown.
A/N: Voting Blitz – May 5 to May 12, I will be taking the top three choices for Law's choices from the current poll. You guys will vote for one of the three choices. I also will be accepting votes through review during that time. Right now, I'm not accepting votes through review. If you have put in a review which character you think Law should be with, I'm sorry, but I did not count those. I'm planning to update every day during the 'Voting Blitz' so it will be one vote/reviewer/chapter if that makes any sense. I'll be updating on May 4 to remind you guys of the 'voting blitz'. I will not be posting an update vote count at the end of each chapter from May 5 to May 12. However, the winner will be announced on May 13th. Depending the results of the 'Voting Blitz', I might do it again for Luffy, Ace, and Sabo.
I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry, it took me so long to get out, but I was hand writing it when I went job hunting in town since some places still have paper applications or I couldn't access the job application website and had to go in store to fill out the application. I knew there was a reason why I didn't bother looking for a second job during the Holiday season. Job hunting sucks ass, especially when you put in about a few dozen applications around town and still can't nail an interview, let alone a call-back or the job.
There were several murders with a 4-mile radius, less than 20 minutes away from my boyfriend's house last Friday. I've been following the story since I woke up Friday morning and I spent the previous weekend with him. They are calling it a massacre because there were 8 people, ages 16-44, in a single fucking family that were murdered in Piketon, Ohio, leaving behind a 4-day-old, a 3-month old and a 3 year. The law enforcement has several comments about a Mexican Drug Cartel and they did find several pot plants on the property. Other than that, they are not releasing much information. I am asking all of you to keep the family members of the murdered victims in your prayers – to whatever god you believe in – and keep Piketon in your prayers. I can't believe it. One of the victims shot 9 times. Worst, it was planned. The family was threatened by someone powerful with connections. Just found that out, today.
In fact, I was talking to my brother's girlfriend about it just before the first press conference… excitation style killings, oh man, it's something you don't hear on the news every day, let alone in a fucking small ass town that if you blink driving through it, you already went through it. This is not anyone wanted to get their town on the map.
*looks around* Just within the last couple years, the town I live in, just North of Piketon about a hour drive's away, had it's own tragedy. 6 fucking women went missing. 4 of them were found, wrapped up in something. I still don't know all the details from that case, but I keep finding out other things about my town – a fucking murder at the fairgrounds during trade days in broad fucking daylight from what I understand, another body out in the middle of fucking nowhere, last Halloween a woman was chased over a fence, but her shelve got caught….electric workers found her, thinking she was a fucking Halloween decoration until they moved her.
It's making sick to my stomach that my once peaceful towns that I lived in are going straight to hell. Fucking serial killers. I actually heard from friend of a friend that a mafia has started to break ground here. I really don't know if that rumor is true or not. I also really don't know which one if it is true.
It's sad that the enforcement says 'if you need to arm yourself to feel safe, do so' – of course I'm paraphrasing there. Yet, the politicians want to argue over the fucking gun laws like criminals follow the law.
Yet, I do not longer why I can't sleep at night. Why I refuse to go out after nightfall where I live. I think there's someone really fucking dangerous roaming around my neighborhood and I've been outside as late as 1, 2, sometime 3 or 4 am doing laundry since I can't do it during the day because I'm not allowed to live with my brother since I got a court ordered eviction on my record. I felt that dangerous aura more than once during the late hours. I don't think it is because I'm a writer and the what-if's caught my attention. This past Halloween, I felt that presence so bad, I refused to go to sleep at night and when I did, I slept with several lights on, trying to keep the darkness at bay.
There might be a new story coming within a few months from me, along with the stories I've been working. I don't know. I just need time to adjust to what the hell is going on in Southern Ohio. Please keep Piketon in your prayers.
I'm sorry for the long-ass author's note, but please understand, what I am going through with my community.
Poll – Current: 35 Votes in total
Luffy: 13
Robin: 10
A female OC I create: 6
Corazon: 3
Vivi: 2
A Male OC I create: 1
Please, don't forget to vote on my profile page for Law's soulmate. The deadline has been extended to May 12th.
I have a word press blog, now. I will be trying to post something from each of my stories – just a quote or a short scene or even an omake. My blog is under the same username – valeries26. I will let you guys know when the first quote/short scene/omake is up.