Rolf collapsed again. He lay face down in the ground, his erratic breathing broken up by gurgles and coughs as blood rose from chest and into his mouth. His body was in striking pain. Then it got worse. Just as he was getting enough composure to lift himself up again the cramps started. All of his body suddenly ached and arched. Pain shot straight through his muscles setting the nerves a blaze in the process. Damn she said it wasn't finished the serum, fucking temptress. He though as he lay down with a mouthful of bloody mud in his mouth. She knew he couldn't refuse such an offer, the power he felt was like nothing else, the world became so clear his eyes sharpened, his ears perked up, it was intoxicating. That is to say nothing of the strength, that was good too.

But she had warned him it lacked the proper spices and herbs to contract the drug's high, he needn't constant medication, he wanted power but instead he just gave it all to her.

And here was he going to give her all the power again. But he needed it, needed his fix then he though he'll do away with her, a bestial growl and one powerful swipe of his claws and he'd gut that bitch. He could even manage a smile at that, her sundered form lying on the marble floor grasping at her intestines as they spilled out onto the ground. Her eye's cold with fear and questions asking him "why?". It was such a great idea he had no idea why he hadn't tried it before, but this time it would be different. She would want all the power and instead he would take it from her.

Through pure determination he shoved his massive body up and collapsed even quicker. Only managing to keep standing by grabbing onto an overhanging branch. He continued his walk to the boat, to find the bag of spices they had left, and he knew they had left it he could smell it she had told him what it smelled like, he didn't tell them at the time because he was having to much fun. After getting that it was back to the headquarters in the middle of the island and to his revenge.

A loud belch echoes through the high chamber. It was a lavishly decorated room covered with antiques covered in gold and gold-leaf. One side had a massive wall lined with eternal pose's all pointing in different directions with names lovingly carved or embossed in brass plaques. Another side was covered in glass and looked out across the top of the forest, despite what seemed to be a large opening for natural light, the architecture of the room still threw most of the room especially around it's only occupant into darkness. A massive table sits in the middle of the whole display. A large man sits at one end his great face illuminated by the flickering candles. In front of him lies a feast, candies and sweets lie spread out in front of him each specific type confined to a single lavishly, if excessively designed, bowl. Behind him mounted on his massive chair are two large fans that wheeze to life every so often emitting a puff of notoriously sweet perfume. The sugary confections glistened like a thousand gems in the low light. The man belched once again; then he took a swig from a massive stein lying in one giant heavily jeweled hand the rings cutting deep into the fat fingers. The creamy brownish liquid dribbled sloppily down his massive bushy black beard mingling with the imbedded food crumbs. His beard was scraggly it looked as if once it had been impressive and luxurious, but now it was a simply a horrendous overgrowth of food, dried sticky drink that binding hair together like glue, and tangled hair. The rest of his face didn't help the man's image. His face was large covered with stretch marks of age and stress. covering short black hair that had been slicked back with so much grease leaving a slimy greasy shine over it. Next to him on a small table was a massive tri-corner hat, dark green with a golden trim, and a large heavy dark green coat also with an ornate gold trim.

The hand not containing the stein was busy punching straight through the roof of a gingerbread house, one of the many that created the little town sitting in front of him. His meaty fist smashed straight through the small structure and began to pull out the innards. A gingerbread man with long liquorish hair and large candies for eyes. Laughing he stuffed the small man into his mouth crumbs crashing against his lips like waves crashing against a cliff, the pieces that bounded off getting stuck in his beard or else falling down on to his lap and pooling on his luxurious pants also stained with wear and food. His frilled shirt and the napkin lying over it heaved up and down as he let out a massive laugh and quickly called a thin servant to his side.

"What would the Captain crave now?"

A thin butler appeared out of the shadows right at the large man's side. He crinkled his nose, against the smell of sweat, spoiling food, and the cheap perfume constantly emitted to counter act it. The smell of excess, the butler though.

He just laughed and patted the man on the back with one large hand, nearly knocking the thin man over. "Nothing, the chef's have done well today, I am pleased with that. Instead could you please retrieve her."

"Her?" the thin man stuttered, he didn't like to deal with her; she was intense.

"Yes, her." the large man responded shifting his weight to face the thin man.

"well you see..." the man replied shifting nervously as he padded the ground helplessly with one foot. "She said she was not to be disturbed for the time being".

Suddenly the man's demeanor changed as he leaned closer to the thin butler. His body no longer looked fat and slow instead it looked immovable, the difference between a pile of rocks and a fortified wall covered in bard wire. He leaned over the butler forcing him to meet his gaze by craning his neck uncomfortably high. His face split into a broad grin showing massive teeth. The man could only think of the small gingerbread man being mercilessly shredded in those massive chompers. The smile held no mirth or joy the butler could feel instead it sent a cold shock straight through his spine, but still the joy was there practically illuminating the large man's face with glee. A glee in destruction, utter annihilation, especially against the weak who were foolish enough to resist. Suddenly the crumbs decorating his beard and the stains on his clothes didn't look so comical but instead became the bones and blood of recently devoured pray, and he looked hungry still. Now the smell conjured images of a black beast's den rotten meat lining it's walls and pungent foreign flowers disorienting the would be prey..

It was his eyes, they were alien, haunting, too black to be real; inky pools with no reflection to be seen anywhere in the overly large irises. They were the eyes of something foreign and malevolent; malevolent as fuck. He though he saw something move in the beard maybe a tentacle slithering underneath the thick twisted mess. It seemed eager. The butler gulped and scurried away. Say what you will about his appearance now, constantly engorging himself without restraint; a fat sack of immovable flesh whose only signs of life were the gasses emitted regularly from the body. And the chefs and servants did say what they will, that man is still Henry Pelton, feared and renown for reason.

The butler felt he probably shouldn't be taking part in those conversations any more in the near future.

Quickly he hurried down the empty corridors of the large hall, descending down the large tower to the ground floor to retrieve the women. Not much was known about her, except she wasn't a pirate and she wasn't one of them, a normal man working for an abnormal employer. As he finally reached the bottom of the tower and emerged into the main hall he gasped as he almost ran head first into her.

"Very sorry miss."

Although she lacked an impressive frame her body posture more then made up for it. Her entire frame was always stiff and even the most inconsequential gestures, like correcting her glasses, carried a huge weight behind them like they were part of a greater purpose. It was one of the reasons he hated talking to her. It seemed like she always had something much more important to be doing then talking to you and she wasn't too polite to let you know it. Her hawkish eyes stared at him through the thin spectacles riding high on her nose.

"Oh well, miss it's just that-" the butler continued stumbling over his words as her eyes bored directly into him.

"the Captain would like to speak with you."

"Did you tell him I was busy?" she snapped, he body posture suggesting this was a redundant problem. A problem she had already solved by issuing such a command.

"He was very persuasive" The butler stuttered, "The Captain was and still is a very scary man miss."

This did pique her interest and a single eyebrow rose slightly. Immediately she turned her entire body to the stares and began to make her way to it, even if it required moving straight through the butler. He smartly choose to get out of her way. She had just reached the door the butler had just come out of when suddenly a massive blast of wind threw he hair violently to the side. A massive thud echoed down the hall and the giant oak hinges groaned as a massive weight smashed against them. The butler yelped and threw himself down to the ground, narrowly avoiding the storm of splinters and dust that erupted from the doorway.

A bloody, and determined Rolf stood in the now completely wrecked doorway. In one hand he grasped a massive brass door knocker. The women returned his maddening stare with a calm one. Both her eyebrows raised slightly.

Rolf heaved and huffed his entire chest heaving like an steam bellow. Crusted blood covered his chest and arms all leading away from a variety of dirty cuts and scrapes. He looked crazed bloodshot eyes scanned the room constantly. He tossed the brass door knocker to the side and it clanged against the wall. Lifting a hand up he pointed at the women.

"You."

"Yes?" She responded calmly producing a small jeweled bottle from a pocket. Leading off the top was a small tube and a rubber ball. Grabbing the rubber ball she squirted it's contents out on her neck. The slightly flowery aroma of perfume waifed into the hall way.

"been thinking," Rolf growled.

"Oh?" she responded bored.

"Don't like our deal."

"Which is?"

"The drugs, this control," He growled "Tired of being your pet slave. Got new ideas,"

"Oh really?" she responded her voice still bored like a person forced to listen to a salesman's pitch. "Will I like them?"

"No" Rolf glared "and that's the best part. You're going to start working for me, making me the drugs, no more hand downs. Or I paint the walls with your blood" He cracked a toothy smile at the though. "Oh and I got this" He replied like a chess master revealing his checkmate play, as he produced a small red bag. Her eyes got much wider.

"Thing's have changed, now Janine and Leider are dead, and I've got all the card's."

Her eyes flashed some surprise.

"Was it Marines?" she queried.

"No, it was the thieves who took your spices. I took care of them,", he lied "but there were definitely marines at island we went to first. Think they're looking for you, which makes my proposition all the more sweet. You really are backed into a corner." he grinned a man on his last legs. "It's my proposition or death."

She stared at him an icy glare, before crisply responding "No, I have another proposition. Everything stays the same."
"What?" he shouted.

"Face it you freak, you were nothing without me and you still are nothing. You will not order me around and I will not listen to your raving demands. And to think you have the gall to threaten me you worthless trash. What you will do is what you always do, hand over what is mine, the bag, and turn your sorry ass and walk away." She responded her voice sharp as iron.

Rolf hesitated for a second, his mind processing these last couple moments. In all the times he had run this scenario over in his mind this was the one situation he hadn't accounted for. Then suddenly charged straight at her, standing about a foot and a half taller then her he grabbed her neck with one giant hand and slammed her into a wall. Even her glasses didn't even budge.

"Bitch, I'll kill you." he screamed as he did it.

THUD, her body hit the wall, and their was more hesitation. After a second, she simply responded. "No, no you won't".

Rolf looked confused, anger still flashed in his eyes but it was unfocused blurred together with confusion. "I won't?" The question was wavering between rhetorical and not.

"No you won't, because I made you, because I am your master, and moreover because you are weak Rolf. Always have been, that's why I choose you."

"I'm weak?" Rolf responded. This time it was obviously a question.

"Yes Rolf yes your are, but it's okay because your not a fighter just an errand boy, my errand boy. She continued belittling him. Gradually she pulled a joint out of her pocket and slid it into Rolf's slightly ajar mouth. She lit it with her other hand. "Now," she said her voice becoming more authoritarian "Put me down Rolf and give me the bag, or I will be angry."

he did so gradually and genitally. She smiled at him. "Now Rolf, you disgusting slob get out of my face, and" she replied her smile opening mocking "next time you feel like thinking. Don't, it doesn't suit you."

Rolf looked much smaller now, his body posture was much more relaxed and open. His eyes had a small glaze over them. "Yes, ma'am"

"good" she replied and quickly turned her body and disappeared up the stare case. Rolf headed down a different corridor down to his room.

The women, wasn't a pirate, and she was by no means an average employee with an abnormal employer. In fact although he wouldn't ever say it, or even remember it for that matter. She had actually chosen Henry Pelton. He was in possession of a very specific devil fruit that she had been interested in for quite some time, even when studying under Dr. Vegapunk.

Dr. Vegapunk, her thin neatly made up lips curled in a small smile when thinking about him. He was brilliant but shortsighted. All these great ideas, she had seen them through with him, but he just handed them over to the world government. He just gave up all this power, she refused to make the same mistake. His name would be etched in the history books by bored scholars, her's would be gilded on statues by loyal servants. She would make sure of it.