The Reaper Has Landed!
Trevor gingerly stepped off of his ship and onto dry land, well, mostly dry. The sand was still wet from high tide that just ended a while ago. Trevor simply laughed as he walked about on the Grand Line, a simple smirk on his face as he walked about on the ground about to prep for another one of his hunts. He hated the thought of Melanie, the sickening siren, stealing his kill. He knew about it the moment he set foot on the land around the Marine Base that he had once again found his next kill.
The escape that kid made off of the ground excited him and he could only imagine a fight with him. It made him absolutely giddy. His mind racing with the thoughts of plunging his hand into his chest cavity and ripping out his heart made Trevor feel happy...and, yes, giddy. It was a primal urge, Trevor had assumed that he had ever since he was young...ever since he had first killed. He shivered as he remembered those memories.
Trevor was about to set off when he heard a noise. Melanie's obnoxious crew mates were still on her ship and what do you know. It was close by. Trevor knew Melanie would not waste a second with her crew and immediately set out to do her job, she wasn't one to waste time...not like Trevor. Trevor enjoyed wasting time...giving his prey a head-start, if you will. Allowing his prey to sense the essence of their death and give them time to revel in it. Trevor digressed. He had some time to kill before he truly felt open for the idea of a hunt...especially of someone whose bounty was as high as the kid's...so why not spend it doing something he loved, he thought as he stepped onto Melanie's ship.
The crew instantly knew something was wrong. They had seen Trevor at the Marine Base and, even worse, they had seen him murder those Marines as the Marine Base. Combine that with the knowledge of Melanie's well-known hatred for him and they immediately drew their guns and swords and ordered Trevor off of the ship. They warned him that if he didn't turn around right away they would shoot. He may have been a Shichibukai but there were at least thirty of them and only one of him. They were wrong...they should've shot the instant they saw his head looming over the steps. Trevor didn't return the favor of giving them a warning.
He strode forward confidently and with his right hand cleanly separated one of the men's heads from his body. The body fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Trevor laughed as he glared down at the pathetic bleeding pile. The rest of the crewmen didn't shoot, rather it was out of shock or out of realization that they weren't prepared to fight someone of this level. Trevor examined the head...a new skull to add to his collection. He frowned as he looked at it...the shape didn't please him at all. He tossed the skull to the ground and approached another one of the crew members.
This was just the shock the crew needed. They all came out of their fright-induced comas in unison, they all produced their guns and fired. Trevor bobbed and weaved sending his body through the hail of bullets in such an unorthodox manner, but all of the bullets skimmed about him. As if none of them had the intention of hitting. He moved through the rain of bullets in this manner and eventually reached his second victim. He brought his entire hand upward with his fingers outstretched, slicing into the man's body leaving four rugged trails of blood all the way up his body and even his skull. Trevor frowned. He had wanted to leave the skull in one piece...looks like that didn't work out the way he had planned. He always tended to get carried away when he killed.
He looked around at the rest of the crew. Some of them had started to move in with their swords, deciding that guns were useless. Trevor smirked as he spun about bringing his arm up and into one of the charger's guts. He ripped his hand out, spilling blood out and onto the deck of the ship. Trevor dodged the incoming mass of the pirates, he dodged from spot to spot, expertly avoiding all of the pirates incoming attacks. Whenever he dodged a pirate's strike he immediately reached into their chest and pulled his hand out with fresh blood coating it.
The rest of the massacre only lasted five minutes. By the time that it had ended all of Melanie's crew mates had been straight up massacred. Trevor was still in one piece without a single bullet hole in him. He simply smiled as he stepped off of the ship. In the end none of their skulls were fitting enough to adorn his ships. But then what did he really expect, he just killed them to kill time. His real prey was somewhere else on this island...and then there was Melanie. She'd probably be worth killing as well. Another skull to add to his collection and if he did, he'd have a complete set. What a happy thought!
He set off to find his two new preys. His first stop should be the bar...idiots tend to gather at places like those and if there wasn't a crew member there there would definitely be some poor unlucky fellow who would squeal about seeing them or at the very least their ship. Trevor marched off intending to find that unlucky fellow when he heard something that was just as good.
"TREVOR!" shouted Melanie as she stomped up to him. Behind her was an unconscious fellow with a green Mohawk being dragged about by her. Trevor felt as if he should remember him as if he was a pirate who had a bounty, but Trevor made it a point not to make a note of any pirate with anything less then 20 million belie bounty. "What were you doing on my ship?" she accused him. She looked down and noticed his red stained hands. "What were you doing on my ship!" she shouted.
"Same thing you were doing," said Trevor calmly without raising his voice or even sounding defensive...more like a matter-of-fact statement. "I was just cleaning up the trash, getting rid of some unsightly blemishes, making a huge mess...you know common day-to-day activities." Trevor smiled.
"Get out of my way," muttered Melanie under her breath. She could've sung it and forced Trevor to move, but that was going to work. She was in no mood to sing especially for this nincompoop. Trevor didn't move, he simply stayed in her way with a smile on his face. "I said GET OUT OF MY WAY!" she shoved past him, dropping Ridley onto the ground. Trevor stayed behind and simply looked at Ridley. He couldn't get past the man's face. He seemed so familiar...maybe he saw him some place else other then on a wanted poster...maybe that's why it was bugging him so much about why he didn't recognize him...maybe he was an old business partner? Trevor did do a lot of deals with the slave trading business. Maybe this kid from there. Trevor didn't have enough time to think about it as Melanie's foot came flying through the air and into the side of his head, knocking him down and into the muddy, sandy beach.
"What the hell did you do!" shouted Melanie as she brandished her blade and pointed it downwards at him. Her teeth clenched as she stared down at him. Trevor smiled as he stood up from the ground, he had a creepy smile on his face. He knew he was still in control of this fight regardless of what happened. Melanie was enraged and that just meant that he was winning...the person who loses his temper is also the person who loses the fight.
"I killed them," said Trevor calmly. Melanie's eyes flashed with rage as she drove her sword in at him. He dodged it with ease. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Rage really doesn't suit you. I mean what would mommy and daddy think." Melanie struck out with her sword once more aiming for Trevor's head, Trevor jumped backwards just barely evading the sword's sweep. "Ooh hoo hoo. Touched a sensitive issue there, did I? I'm so sorry..." Another sweeping blow from Melanie's sword, Trevor dodged to the side, he reached out with his hand and gripped Melanie's hair in his hand.
Melanie struck his arm away with the back of his blade. Trevor backed away from Melanie and her sword. She brought her sword straight up and aimed it at him. She charged at him bringing her sword around with impressive speed. Trevor backed away dodging the sword's swing. Melanie charged in again not letting Trevor rest for a second as she brought her sword back around. Trevor ducked down letting the sword graze his head, but brought his entire body back-up. He then confidently wrapped his hand around Melanie's neck.
Melanie frowned. "Haki?" she asked as she stared down at his hand. Trevor smiled.
"Both kinds. Colors of Armaments and Colors of Observation," said Trevor with a smirk. "With Colors of Arms* I can super-harden my hands to the point of steel, I can then use a standard chop with my hand to create a technique similar to sword slash. Combined with my Colors of Observation*, that allows me to predict any moves you can use, and I am probably one of the deadliest Shichibukai out there."
Melanie breathed deeply for a second before striking out with her sword again. Trevor backed up avoiding the slash, but this time his reaction time was delayed. As if he had a little bit more trouble telling the exact arc and swing of the blade. "I know some of the basics of Haki...always meant to learn it, but never had the time. Colors of Observation is easier to use the more blood lust and killing intent behind the swings. Reduce that and I reduce your chances of dodging them." Melanie smiled as she brought her sword back around and took up a basic sword stance.
"Wow," said Trevor as he took a few steps back, "you are a lot calmer then I thought you would be. I mean, if I just saw the man that murdered my parents I would be a lot more..." Trevor stopped talking as Melanie brought her sword to his neck and held it there. Her hand was shaking and the blade shaking right along with it, just underneath his neck. Trevor just smiled as she smiled downwards at her.
"What did you just say?" asked Melanie as she tried to calm down her hand and steady it, but she couldn't it. She couldn't stop her hand from shaking. She was stirred up, she was so tempted to bring the sword through, but she waited to hear Trevor's response.
"I killed your parents," said Trevor, "They are only a few of the skulls I have collected and attached to my ship. They are skulls numbers...hmm...I believe them to be skulls number 23 and 24...your brother is 26...I got distracted and killed somebody else in between them. But I still murdered them each and every single one of them and I collected them. They are on my ship right now."
Melanie brought her sword up and charged Trevor. "I'm going to KILL YOU!" she screamed her eyes filled with rage as she continued to charge at him. Her sword swinging through the air at him as she intended to slash him up with all of her might.
Shichibukai Brawl!
The Dirty Work
...yeah, talk about getting sidetracked...but you know there isn't anything else important going on right now. What about Mikoto and Ridley, you say? Right! I forgot about them. Zesiro? Oh, him...he's just walking around...Don't worry somethings are going to happen eventually and when they do, boy, are they going to be big. The rest of this will be reserved to news about the process of SotIP
*For those of you who wondered why I used Colors of Arms and Colors of Observations instead of Busoshoku Haki and Kenbunshoku Haki, I thought about using these two, but realized that if I went with that...there is a one-hundred percent chance I'd misspell them, however, if you reviewers want me take that risk I'd be happy to.
Also, I have some bad news for you guys. Saga of the Infinity Pirates is currently the least popular one of my stories! Yeah, sad isn't it? (It only averages 5 reviews per chapter...of course, this is probably due to the fact that most people only review the first chapter and then stop, but still thought you'd all like to know.)
Secondly, I have made a couple of changes to my profile. First off, Saga of Infinity Pirates now has an index to tell you where one arc begins (Chapter-wise) and ends. I have recently noticed that my arcs are shockingly short (I mean, very short, so I plan to lengthen them more from now on) and lastly, if you still want to submit an OC at the end of my profile is a couple of clues of what I, personally, look for.
FINALLY, some changes have been made to the OC submission form (I added a clothing section as some people forget to send what clothing their character wears in.) Also, I made some changes to the OC list found in chapter two. I stated that I may or may not use Supernovas, I will NOT use the CP9, and I added a Rival Pirate crew...every good story needs a rival. All spots for the Rival Pirate crew is open and it will be made solely of OCs from you reviewers! (I may add one if I feel like it, but it will be up to you to supply them, including the captain!)