Hello everyone, here is another One shot, a missing scene.

This is about how Ace got the second brand. Not the one from Thatchs family.

This was requested by Sab and SillyGirl11

And still warning, this contains branding and blood and such.

Hope you enjoy

Read and relax

Ace tried to take calming breaths as his back pulsated in pain. They had gone easy on him, he knew they had and he knew why. It was because they had seen the brand he already had. The one who saw it, a random person told to see if he could get him to talk, had started laughing when he saw it, saying he knew the ones who put it there and how special it was for someone to manage to get away from them alive and sane. Saying how special he was, before continuing to kick and whip him, before saying he would give him a break, a break before the main event.

Ace knew, or loosely knew, what the main event was. Something he was trying to mentally prepare himself for. He was going to get another brand. He was sure of it.

Ace cursed the seastone chains he was in and the way they stretched his back, making the wounds hurt way more and more blood drip down his back. After last time he had been captured like this, a year ago, when he got the brand, he had been trained how to deal in situations like this. From the way he was chained, he couldn't do much. The only thing he could do, was somewhat move his legs, but even that was straining on him. And he needed to save his energy if he was to get out of here.

It as an hour later that he heard a door opening. When Ace heard footsteps closing in towards him, Ace went slack. One of the things he had learned, was that he wasn't supposed to be able to move in seastone and he should try to surprise the enemy since he could move if he had the energy. As his cell was opened, Ace pretended like he was much weaker than he were, hoping he could somehow get away. As the guard came in, having a sick grin as usual, Ace pretended he was half conscious. When the chains was released from the wall, the man gave a huff as he fell to the floor, pretending he couldn't stand. The man nudged him with his food, telling him to get up.

Ace pretended he tried, but couldn't. He could see the man having a gun at his belt. Ace wouldn't be fast enough to grab it in his state and he could hear someone out in the hall, telling them to hurry up.

The man gave a 'tch' as he grabbed the chains and dragged him across the floor. As the man dragged him by the chains on his wrists, Ace looked around the halls he was dragged through, trying to memorize where the door were. He saw different cells with people and Ace would try to release them too, after he had released himself. He saw many of them give him a pitying look, seeing he was young.

As Ace was dragged into a room, he was chained in the middle of the room, chained in a crouching position, back to some windows or something, his loose shirt kept over his back. The man soon yelled something, saying the kid was ready. As soon as he did, the door opened and Ace heard someone come walking in. The man walked in front of him and gave a gigantic, sick smile, ¨My, getting a special one is rare. We can't let this opportunity go away.¨ The man, now one he recognized as a noble, patted him on the cheek. ¨Remember to scream, it makes it so much better.¨ Ace managed to hold the urge to spit him in the face, keeping up the weak play.

The noble gave tutted, ¨Weaklings.¨ He said as he stood up and moved out of Aces view. He messed with some things and he could hear what he believed to be the branding metal readying. What made him frown, was the sound of the door opening and a lot of people coming inside. There were some shuffling and sounds, before the noble cleared his throat, making it go silent. ¨We have someone special today.¨ Started the noble, walking to stand behind Ace. ¨This kid is special, he have something that would make him worth a lot.¨ Ace felt the man remove the shirt and a few gasps. ¨He is an escapist. He is already branded.¨ The noble moved again, keeping his back exposed and Ace mentally prepared himself as he heard the noble taking some metal. The noble gave a laugh, ¨Why don't we make him more special?¨

As the searing hot metal pushed against his lower back, directly on his spine, not far from where the other brand were.

Ace bit the inside of his lip as he was hell bent on not making a sound. He wasn't going to give the noble or the ones watching the pleasure of it. Ace managed to not scream, knowing what to expect and how much it would hurt. He could hear some yells of punishing for not screaming when the metal was finally moved away. Ace wasn't sure he would be able to keep his mouth shut for so long. The metal was put away as the noble started talking. ¨I would love to play with him, but not tonight. I'm planning to show him off tomorrow, he needs to energy to be upright and scream then.¨

Ace felt relieved at that. It did mean he would get some time to relax and try to make his way out. Ace heard a few yells of disappointment, but the noble silenced them, saying he would thoroughly play with him tomorrow, making some noise of agreement. Ace wanted to give a relieved breath, knowing he wouldn't get more abused before tomorrow, hopefully enough time for him to plan his escape. ¨But, before you all leave.¨ A kick was suddenly given to Ace, hitting directly on the brand. The noble, managing to catch him off guard, made him give a pained yell, making many laugh. Ace bit his teeth together as his back throbbed from that. He should have known it would happen.

The chains was soon released and Ace fell to the ground, this time not because he was faking, but because his spine and legs was hurting. Ace was soon dragged back to his cell and chained to the wall, faking being more exhausted and weak than he really were, hoping they would take the bait. He knew he was going to be shown off tomorrow, meaning he would need to be in better shape.

When he was chained, he felt the chains being loosened from the wall, making so he could lie on the floor, before he was left alone.

Ace managed a small smile, this was exactly was he had wanted. Giving him time to catch his breath and get some strength back. He had had some training with seastone, but he was still weakened by it. Ace laid on the floor, trying to build some of his strength up. Ace, managing to move his hands, ripped a part of his shirt off and held it in his hand, it might come in use.

When his cell was opened a few hours later, a man came in with a plate of food. Ace laid completely still, pretending he was unconscious or dead. He made no movement as the plate was set down. ¨Hey, kid.¨ Said the man, nudging him with his foot. Ace still didn't move. The man just needed to come a tiny bit closer. He heard some shuffling and the man crouched down to see if he was alive. If Ace was as special as he had been called, him being dead was a really bad thing. As soon as Ace felt a hand touch his neck to check for a pulse,

Ace moved his body and tripped the man, quickly moving to sit on top of him and silenced him by shoving the piece of his shirt down his throat.

The man, way too shocked to fight for a second, laid still and panicked as Ace lifted his foot and stomped on the man's Adam's apple, crushing his throat. The man gave a short, few gurgles, lips going blue as eyes went wide, before going limp. Ace actually rolled his eyes, this was way too easy. Ace took the gun the man had and placed it close to him, just in case there would be reinforcements, not that he could hear any, before he went to search for the key. Ten minutes later, Ace gave a sigh, there was no key. Only the key to his cell, which didn't fit his chains.

Ace sat up and looked at his wrists, the cuffs were somewhat loose, not bruising him at least. A thought hit him as he moved further away from the wall, making the chain stretch until it was as far as it could go. When he was far enough away, Ace put his right arm on the left cuff and tried to drag it off. As he continued to pull on it, his wrist started bleeding as the cuff tore into his skin. Ace paused for a second, feeling the pain being intense. Ace ripped another part of his shirt off, took a few deep breaths before he placed the shirt in his mouth and bit down on it, before he went back into trying to pull the cuff off.

Ace closed his eyes and bit down on the cloth in his mouth as tears fell from his eyes as the cuff tore the skin on his hand off. With one lurch, his entire body helping, the cuff was pulled off.

Ace let out a choked sob, cradling the hand to his chest as blood dripped down and hurt.

When the pain subdued a tiny bit, Ace looked at his hand. The skin on his thumb was torn off. Ace could see bone and muscle from where the cuff had tore his skin off, blood gushing down his hand.

Ace used a shaky hand to rip his shirt in half, using one part to bind his left hand, trying to keep the blood loss to a minimum. When the hand was bandaged in the shirt and tightened, Ace cradled it to his chest again, trying to keep silent as it hurt. After minutes, Ace opened his eyes as he stared at his right arm, his cuffed arm. He needed to do it again.

As a shaky left hand came to the cuff, Ace gave a small sob, not wanting to do it again. He was already weak in his left arm and head dizzy from the pain, which wasn't getting any less. Ace gave a few harsh breaths, trying to get himself to do it. Ace held his breath as he pushed and pulled at the cuff, making it tear into his flesh, but not getting off. Ace was shaking by the time he paused, blood pooling from the wound the cuff made. The cuff felt tighter, maybe he couldn't get it off like this. Ace gave a few shaky breaths, deciding to try to relax and hope to get more strength back, so he could do it.

As Ace sat and tried to subdue the bleeding, he heard a familiar tune being whistled. Ace took a shaky breath and gave the same tune back, hoping it was strong enough to be heard.

A few seconds later, a form came into view past the cell bars. Ace gave an exhausted breath and look to Azuruko. ¨You need to teach me how to lockpick.¨ Azuruko lifted an eyebrow at him, looking at the dead man before looking at the state of his wrists. He shook his head as he crouched down next to him. ¨Want a lesson now? It's not like your thumb is torn apart or anything.¨ Ace looked at him stupidly. ¨Har har. You're so funny.¨ Azuruko gave a chuckle as he started to lock pick the cuff, making Ace roll his eyes. Sometimes he was just way to calm. But it was still better than a completely serious and stoic Azuruko.

When it was finally off, Ace cradled it. ¨Did you really have to try to drag them off?¨ Ace gave a snort, ¨Yeah, because it's not like someone hasn't thought me how to get them off by other means.¨ Ace gave him a stupid look again, making Azuruko shake his head as he stood up, giving a small chuckle. It might seem weird, but Ace liked the nonchalant attitude Azuruko had. It made it easier to deal with everything sometimes.

Ace managed to stand up on his own, massaging his wrist as his healing powers began to work and Ace could feel the skin growing back. Azuruko handed him his dagger, ¨Want in on taking them out?¨ Ace gave a small snort, taking the dagger. ¨Do you even have to ask?¨ Azuruko gave a small laugh, walking out of the cell. Ace shook his head as he followed, a hand massaging his back, the brand hurting still.

He would truly enjoy taking these people out.

And that the chapter, hope you enjoyed

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