The Making of a Monster!

Trevor rushed in, possibly sensing the weakness in his prey. He moved in and fired several fast jabs each one cut into the wind with his Haki empowering each blow bringing them to the next level. They were crisp and without a doubt would've been considered deadly without the Haki, but nonetheless Trevor's one-track mind was focused on killing. "Dead are the merry men, dead are the merry boys…" Trevor's entire self had been enveloped in his killing mantra, any sign of a human vanishing in an instant. Trevor's sanity was definitely questionable at best, especially during this moment.

But Mikoto wasn't one to judge. He had no room to for one. His right hand as well as the tiniest motions he was managing with his feet barely made it possible to dodge and parry Trevor's salvo of thrusts and even then Mikoto was still feeling the Haki breeze by him with every blow, each one almost causing an involuntary flinch out of him. They were all killing blows….one mistake and there would be no chance for a second.

Suddenly, Mikoto saw it. The slightest glimmer of hope. Trevor's side had been left wide open, Trevor's entire self had disappeared, fueling the notion of him killing. But when the entire self is devoted to killing, none of it was left for defense. Mikoto had an opening, the slightest opening, it was hidden behind a thick curtain of possible and likely death, but it was there…and Mikoto would definitely take the opening the first chance he got.

Mikoto ducked down and sped his weaving up. He had already decided that he'll take that chance and if he was going to take it, he'd take it with his biggest weapon. Rapid-Fire. His left arm was still useless from its left use, but his right arm still had enough power in it to send all twenty-five hits hammering into Trevor's body and that's all Mikoto wanted it to do.

Mikoto ducked down, sinking into the ground and crouching, he went beneath the blows that were grazing both his head. Each time Mikoto weaved past one, he could visualize the mark it would leave if it hit. He could visualize it taking his head off, but regardless of his mental imagery he stuck to his guns! He delved into Trevor's side. He could hear Trevor's ghostly chant coming from above him, "More lambs have come to the slaughter, more men have come to their graves, more idiots have drowned underwater, more masters have killed their slaves!" Mikoto ignored it, ignoring the singing, ignored the deadly thrusts, and he could see it. It was paying off! He was there! He was at Trevor's side with a clear shot!

Mikoto turned himself around, using his legs to turn himself as fast as possible and transfer that speed into his fist, picking up the momentum his fist began pumping forward as if it itself was anxious to bring about the end of this fight. His punch neared, time seemed to slow down for Mikoto. His adrenaline was pumping as he watched his punch sloooooowwwwwwwwllllllllllyyyyyyyyy close in. He noticed he was holding his breath as tightly as he could, he felt like he would pass out from that alone! Finally it hit!

His punch buried itself into Trevor's body. He felt it squish beneath his fingers! It wasn't enforced! Trevor had been so swept up into the body, he didn't reinforce his body with Haki! All of his Haki was on his hands! Mikoto's punch would go in unencumbered! The punches sped up; each one buried itself into Trevor's body. They were so fast, they blurred together anyone watching wouldn't be able to tell you how many punches Mikoto buried into Trevor's body. Even Trevor probably couldn't tell you when the last punch rang in Trevor's entire body was bent in half. "Rapid-Fire x 25!"

Mikoto smiled letting out the large breath he had been holding in as he watched Trevor' body contort itself from the force. He had taken down his first Shichibukai! Mikoto smiled…suddenly Mikoto saw a thick red curtain cover his left, a wincing pain succumbed him, throwing him back as he tried to balance himself back out. "Wha…" said Mikoto as he finally managed to place both feet firmly on the ground. However, even that didn't prepare him for what was next. Another swipe cut through the air and into Mikoto's already injured shoulder, knocking him down. "..at?" finished Mikoto as he looked at the ground, which was pressed up against his face.

"Bloody bodies scattered on the ground…bloody souls sink down, down, down…soon blood will cover this little town…" continued Trevor as he was slowly swaying back and forth to the rhythm. His body had a large swell on its size from Mikoto's punch. It was possible that Mikoto's punch broke his ribs and possibly more, but that didn't seem to faze Trevor who still seemed completely sucked away into his own fantasy world.

(-Years ago-)

A young Trevor stirred. He wasn't quite asleep, no, a better term would be out-cold. His entire body shuddered as he lifted his body up to a sitting position. He was starving…he was supposed to be in the East Blue, but some idiotic current swept him away and into the Grand Line. His compass was ruined…he had no idea how to get out. He was stuck in a horrible world…a week or two at sea had turned into a month. His rations had run out. He was sluggish…he was half dead. He dragged himself over to the side of his small boat and looked down off of the ship. Jumping ship sounded like a great idea.

He looked out and cursed. Cursed like he had never done before. He was upset and irrational. He hated this. He hated this whole damn planet. The world was covered in useless, blue water. He summoned up the little strength he had and swatted at the water. He was tired, exhausted…done for. A little shut eye would do him some good.

He blinked and woke up in the middle of a town. A rural place that behind the times. Trevor stumbled to his feet and decided in that instant he was saved. He was smiled as he slumped back down to his bed and looked over at the door. He saw half of a young boy there, the wall was hiding the rest of him. "Hey!" shouted Trevor as he got back up on his feet and stumbled forward. The little boy disappeared behind the wall and Trevor heard his footsteps grow further away, however, Trevor came crashing to the ground, his legs still haven't fully adjusted.

An old woman came in. She was dressed in some tiger's fur. She had a long stick with a skull perched on top of it. She smiled as she came over to Trevor, picking him up and hauling him over to his bed. "Shhh…you no walk. You rest." The old biddy's voice was almost hypnotic in both tone and rhythm. Trevor nodded as he sat back down in bed, giving up on resisting. He spun around and rested comfortably in the bed. She pulled over a nice glass of water and handed it off to Trevor.

Trevor graciously accepted the water. And life was good again. The people treated Trevor nicely. They did nothing, but good things to Trevor. They accepted him in as one of their own. Trevor was living the high-life and there was no end in sight. No blasted Marines to ruin his day. The people were weird and few of them spoke his language, but Trevor didn't mind it. The world was at peace in this little village.

One day Trevor was with one of the boys his age. A good man, a strong warrior at that. He loved hearing of the sea outside of the island. It was marvelous to have someone who wanted to hear what he said…even if it did involve a lot of gesturing. Today they were in one of the altars. The people were very religious. Trevor was generally forced to stay away from the temples. The altars were off-limits to outsiders for some reason. This was the first time Trevor was actually allowed in. He stepped in and looked around. The boy was gone, but Trevor didn't care. He kept walking through the place was amazing.

Suddenly Trevor found a large pound in the center of the temple. He froze as he looked down. A large beast was apparently resting in there. Trevor crouched down, he thought for a second that it was dead, but he made out the smallest of motions, the monster was alive and well. Suddenly a voice shouted out, "Great God Ishzel we bring you your latest offering! Please enjoy yourself as you dine!" Trevor's head twisted around as the large stone doors that were his only exit slammed shut. The massive beast's eye shuddered open as the monster woke up.

Trevor backed up as the monster crawled out of the pool. It was massive. It had large flippers for arms and multiple rows of teeth on both the top and bottom of its mouth. It roared loudly as it moved forward, growing closer to Trevor.

The villagers were smiling on the outside of the temple. People come to this island all the time ever since the great pirate boom! And now here they were whenever they came they became food for Ishzel! They were grateful it was never one of theirs that wound up being sacrificed to him. He was a nice young man, but their god demanded a sacrifice whenever they got the chance. They took advantage of the foolish man. They smiled at their genius idea. They were about to move on when the sound of something slicing through the air sounded loudly. They froze as the great stone doors slid apart and onto the ground.

Trevor stepped out, his hands coated in blood. The villagers could see past him and at their great god…who was dead, his head had been sliced off cleanly. "Pathetic," said Trevor as he looked down at his feet which were now covered in a crusted blood. "I should've assumed something was amiss. Nobody could have such undying love for someone they barely knew…you were going to sacrifice me to that thing since day one. But I guess since you guys are so big on sacrifices…you would be happy to be one!"

Trevor sat on the very top of a bloody mass of human bodies. A creepy smile, slowly spreading across his face. He would remember this day forever. He bent down and slowly began to take the heads off of the bodies. He liked the skull on the old woman's staff…maybe he'll start collecting them as well.

(-on the outside of the URA-)

"He's here now," said Vice Admiral Sazkach, looking on at the sea. "We'll finally be able to finish them all off." He walked over to the cannons and fired another flare into the air. "Originally our plan was to take down Trevor as well as the rest of the ugly pirates here, but then we decided we'll just take him down as well!" He walked over to the railing and smiled as he looked over at the burning island.

Sazkach moved over to the side of the ship and looked out. He spotted two of their own moving towards the ship. He double-check his watch. Technically once 'Air Sword' had arrived, they were supposed to seal off their ships and allow no late arrivals on their ships. However, Sazkach was always a softy. He lowered the ropes to them and allowed them to climb on board.

The two soon clamored back on board and collapsed onto the ship. He recognized the young woman as a Valerie Steele. He heard good things about her aside from a minor bump in the road back in the East Blue and here she was collapsed on the ship. He partner was still good though. He was dressed in a black robe and had on a mask, which was half-off of his face. It had probably just been bumped aside, he took the next few seconds to straighten it back up. "I've gotta get going."

The Finishing Touch...

The End Between the Reaper and Coyote!

Yup...one chapter left between Trevor's and Mikoto's fight. It'll all come down next week a crashing end between the two pirates. However, don't think that just because their fight is ending the arc is out of its special juicy goodness, it hasn't even hit the most shocking revelation yet! Wanna know what it is? What!? You don't? You wanna be good boys and girls and read about it when it appears!? I'm shocked!

Also, guys can you all do me a huge favor...look at how many reviews I got. That's right just go up and look at it. The precious number...1000! I'm...I'm famous! I've completed it! I've done the deed! Even before hitting Chapter 150! I got something special I'm working on for this momentous occasion, but its not done yet...I hope to have it completed by Chapter 150 (I should as long as I don't get hammered with anything to really do that requires my complete and total attention, so I'll show it off then).