Kate sat there somewhere between acting as though she were asleep as actually sleeping but she heard the barred door open and a number of people walk in. She was roughly grabbed by her upper arm and yanked up. The instant she was on her feet she sprang into action, kicking the guy nearest to her where the sun don't shine and then when he doubled over she brought clasped together hands down on the back of his head with enough force to knock him out. And when the next guy lunged at her she sidestepped and allowed him to anticlimactically face plant into the cold stone wall and effectively take himself down leaving but one more marine for Kate to take care of. She went for his throat with a hard punch and when he collapsed to his knees Kate ran past him not caring if he was unconscious or not. When it was clear that he wasn't going to give chase she slowed to a walk and smacked her hands together saying, "Not too shabby." Before finding a few spare weapons and venturing down several hallways. Fortunately all she had to do was shoot a few unsuspecting marines and make a mad dash for it. Unfortunately Kate hadn't the slightest clue as where she was going.

She found it kind of weird that there were next to no marines going about their business in their own base. Where were they all? She wondered, once again slowing down to a walk. Maybe she could sneak out if she put on another uniform. Unfortunately for Kate and her brilliant plan she was already hopelessly lost and she didn't know where they kept their spare uniforms. So she decided to pick up the pace once again, wishing that they had a fire escape or evacuation plans mounted on the walls somewhere. After all marines were supposed to be all about safety and stuff right? She ran up some stairs and down hallways hoping to find a way out. There was a door up ahead and she sped up. The sooner she got out of their base the better she'd be and the sooner she could ease Killer's mind and tell Kidd that he had lied to her, the he had in fact let something happen to her.

Kate burst out of the door, whispering the word 'freedom' as the fresh air filled her lungs and bright sunlight blinded her. When her eyes adjusted though Kate stopped short muttering, "Or not." Even though the familiar doomsday ship was in plain sight she was not only standing on a platform high above a sea of white marred by occasional clumps of other random colors, the ship was all the way on the other side of the island.

"It looks like out captive has delivered herself to us. Lead herself straight to the slaughter." Vasara's voice sneered at both her and the crowd.

"I was trying to escape." Kate muttered her grip on the dagger after shooting down two marines before flipping behind the one who though that he could sneak up on her and stabbed him in the heart from his back. She ripped it out and stood defensively, slipping the gun into the waistline of her pants and waited for the next attack.

But when it didn't come soon enough Kate took a step back and racked towards the edge of the platform. When she reached its edge she pushed off as hard as she could and shouted, "Kalabunga!" She even considered curling up as though she were doing a cannonball but knew that she wouldn't hit water. Her goal wasn't to hurt or possibly herself but instead to get as close to the ship as she could before she needed to start fighting, before she had to start working to get back to her home.

They cleared a circle around where she would touch down and when she did land and when they didn't immediately move to attack Kate pulled the gun back out and emptied its chamber and like the spell had been broken the moment their dead comrades fell to the ground they tried to overwhelm her. To be honest Kate was kind of having fun as she danced out of their clutched, as the blade sliced so easily through their skin, as so many men failed to grab her.

Block a sword or blow, slice, punch or kick at any vital areas, flip over the heads of a few marines, gain some- but not much- ground and then repeat. This method worked quite well for Kate even when she had to switch up the order of things in order to evade a sword, a lunge tackle or an attack of any sorts but even then she didn't get far.

The first bad injury she sustained was a deep cut in the muscle of her calf as she flipped over a marine. But despite the wound and the heavy bleeding she kept pushing herself. Neither Killer nor Kidd knew where she was meaning her sorry ass wasn't about to be saved. However even though she was continuing on she was also slowing down, movements of that leg hurt making flipping and landing hard and several times she ended up collapsing or falling into some lucky marine. And even though she was in great pain, the drive to get to the ship blocked out a massive amount as she fought.

There were several other injuries such as blows that would bruise, small scratches, bloody knees and scraped palms for a while there had been nothing worse than that, nothing that she hadn't been incapable of handling.

There was certain since of accomplishment that Kate felt when she looked behind her, when she saw the amount of ground that she had covered. Yet there was a since of helplessness that she felt as well. She had only made it about half way across the packed courtyard and there was still so much space to cover and so marines before her. But Kate decided to take the challenge, to make it a game. If she made it she'd live, she'd be able to collapse on the deck and if she didn't, well then she'd rather die now then get executed a little later. Unfortunately for her the moment an excited smile graced her perspiring face was the moment something slid painfully through her shoulder and bloody metal protruded from her. It looked more painful than it really was and it was quite painful, even more so when it was yanked out.

Vasara stood atop the platform, mildly amused at the pirate's efforts yet indignant at her men's skill, they were trying and failing miserably to capture one pirate, one little girl who she had certainly underestimated. If the entire crew of the Kidd Pirates were here then she'd be able to understand her men's failure but all this struggle over one girl, it was unacceptable!

Using the transponder snail she pressed the button and threatened her men. If they couldn't bring a single woman to the execution platform then she was going to wipe them out and start anew, she'd train the new batch of men right and well. Releasing the button she smiled. Fear was always a good tactic to use to get people to do what you wanted when you wanted and it was working like a charm below her. The blonde pirate went down and her men were upon her like wolves to a fresh kill, like starving men for a crumb of bread.

Kate didn't know which part of her attack failed, where exactly she had gone wrong. It could have been the mistake of turning to face the bastard who had stabbed her or her decision to flip behind him, or maybe it was simply blood loss and pain that made her moves easier to read, easier to predict and to dodge and counter. Or maybe it was just a combination of all of those things that had made her go down like a bird with a broken wing trying to fly.

They bound her hands together behind her back using someone's belt, hitting her when she struggled as she was yanked to her feet and forced to lose the ground she had fought so hard to gain, to walk towards the platform where her death was supposed to await her, towards the platform that she had so bravely jumped off of- such heights would have made Killer mad or would have earned her a talk, a short version of a lecture.

Kate flailed around with both injured and uninjured legs, managing to catch some people in the face, where the sun don't shine and even some random places such as their stomachs or their throats. She even succeeded in getting out of the marine's grasps a few times but she could never regain the ground she had fought for and her freedom was short lived each time, earning a kick to her calf or a sharp blow to her injured shoulder.

They led her to Vasara's side and when she was turned to face the crowd she was forced roughly to her knees. She listened as the dark marine woman made an announcement taunting Kidd and Killer- which was never a good idea.

Ever.

She informed her big brother and possibly still intoxicated captain that she only had ten minutes to live, ten minutes to come up with another escape plan, ten minutes to kneel in wait and anticipation, and ten minutes to bleed out. But ten minutes wasn't an adequate amount of time to do any of those said things.

Once done with her announcement to the Kidd pirates, to her wonderful oniichan and their infected captain the woman crouched next to her and asked, "How does it feel?"

The blonde girl next to her just there her head back and laughed and asked, "Did you think before you crossed Kidd and Killer's lines?" Obviously the woman hadn't. If she had she'd be trembling and on her way away from the entire island, hiding somewhere where Kidd wouldn't find her and somewhere Killer couldn't track and or think to find her.

"Excuse me?" she asked the blonde pirate who had just looked defeated not two seconds ago. But now that spark had returned to her aquamarine colored eyes and the smile on her face wasn't fake even though the pain was easily seen through both.

"I asked if you considered the consequences before crossing my lo- . . . captains and my brother's line?" The indignant woman slapped Kate, saying nothing. But to her that was nothing compared to the sharp throbbing in her shoulder and calf. But Kate laughed in response to the slap with a laugh and the words, "Haven't felt that sting in a few weeks." And before she could say anything else the sound of people screaming below them captured their attention, marine and pirate alike their attentions were drawn down to the ruckus below them towards the back of the crowd.

Kate was knelt on a platform; the dark woman from the club slowly rose from her crouch from next to Kate. The fucking bitch was dead.

His crew stood around him, waiting for his word, for his orders and Kidd eagerly gave them. "Leave nothing." It was rather unfair that he couldn't kill Kate after having slipped something into that goddamned breakfast that she had made- he knew there was something wrong with Kate serving him breakfast. And it was rather ridiculous that he was going to obey the orders of his first mate, that when he finally got to Kate that he wasn't going to beat or even possibly even kill her.

With those words the crew behind him disbanded. Kidd smiled at the large space between him and the platform, that the number of people that stood between him and his target. He let out a laugh, eager to spill blood as she patiently stretched the muscles in his shoulders, rolling them as he waited for Killer to get out of range of his devil fruit power. The little justice enforcing soldiers were going to be a light warm up, going to get his blood and heart pumping before the real workout.

Killer sped ahead of the crew, only killing people who got in his way, well aware of the fact that Kidd and the rest of the crew would gladly obliterate everything that stood in their way, so his main concern was Kate, not the woman who stood looking down at the scene blow her, looking high and mighty, as though she thought she was untouchable. She was more than the 'damn woman' Kidd had been talking so foully about.

He reached Kate fairly quickly, scooped his bound sister up and without a single word jumped down off the high platform.

"Are you just going to leave her?" Kate asked as he singlehandedly carried her. He would have set her down, cut her free and have let her do her own fighting besides him, however, Killer had yet to find a spare moment to do so and he had taken note of her injuries, she was practically dead weight as it was no matter how conscious she still was. An injury to one of her legs was painful and prohibited so much movement and most of Kate's fighting style.

"Yes." Killer answered partially decapitating a person and then sending a spin kick to a man's face. Kate's weight wasn't really a problem, it was that he only had one free hand to fight with, defend both him and Kate with and to use to work his way back to the ship. And with her in his arms he couldn't' use his agility.

"For Kidd?" She guessed kicking someone making an effort to be more than just a burden.

"Precisely." He answered noticing how marines were paying no mind to the bodies' strewn across the ground. "I see that you attempted escape." He hadn't killed many marines and he was the only one who had made it this far and he recognized her killing style. She aimed for major arteries and high impact places, Killer didn't really care how he killed someone as long as he swiftly and efficiently got rid of his enemy. Of course the amount of suffering he wanted his enemy to endure depended solely on his mood and what had made said person his enemy. And hurting Kate was on way to get sent directly to his hit list. If Killer wasn't sure that Kidd was going to take care of that woman then he would have done it himself.

"Key word being attempt. It seems that I'm still quite rusty."

"It appears so little sister. How extensive are your injuries?" Killer asked her, finding room to fit in a bit of conversation.

He felt her shrug and then heard a whimper of pain. "Nothing that will kill me."

"Of course it's nothing that will kill you." Kate was almost like a weed. She kept popping up and coming back no matter what you did to get rid of her. Luckily she didn't multiply the more times one tried to get rid of her. Though Killer didn't think it was weeds that did that . . . maybe dandelions.

"Can I walk now?" She whined as though she were in any condition to walk let alone fight.

"No."

"Why not? I've got one good leg and foot, one good arm and fist and I've got two good knees and elbows. If worse comes to it I'll start biting. And if I get my hands on any weapons then I'll be able to slice and dice or something like that. Pleeeease." She begged.

"No. You wouldn't be able to even stand straight."

"I'm fine oniichan." She kept trying to convince him to put her down but so far it wasn't working.

"No you're not." Was he supposed to believe that for even a single second?

She opened her mouth to argue but managed to twist out of Killers grasp, butted him out of the way using her shoulder before turning her back to the descending blade.

Upon her sword slicing through the pirate's bonds, freeing the girl's wrists the female marine froze unsure of what to do. She had been aiming for the Massacre Soldier's back and for a promotion even. Vasara would have been quite proud of her had she managed to defeat the wanted Supernova and she might have even got herself a devil fruit along with that promotion.

The pirate woman put her hand over her shoulder and rotated the bleeding appendage with a smile as she said, "Thanks for the freedom man."

Killer nearly face palmed. Leave it to Kate to stand there in the middle of a battlefield with many injuries and blood loss to thank the enemy for their mistake. Leave it to her to not immediately start fighting for her life. Now there was no way that they were going to be able to continue their way to the ship at their rapid speed. He let out a growl and swiped at the girl not feeling an ounce of remorse as she fell dead behind him. Grabbing Kate's wrist he growled, "Let's keep moving."

"Alrighty. But I'm ready to collapse in bed." Kate said kicking someone in the face only to literally collapse.

Killer caught her with a heavy sigh. He couldn't leave her on her own in order to cut a path for her and so their progress was more or less halted because she had been freed. Of course with her injuries her speed and agility were both impaired as well as her acrobatics that she loved so much, and so they were more or less stuck in the middle of the courtyard half way between the docks and the execution platform.

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A/N: I've finished writing it so the end is near my friends.

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