Tally Mai-chan: This chapter flew from my hands. Last chapter took me months to write and this one two days. Go figure. It's a awesome chapter so enjoy!

Warning: Lots of blood and graphic violence in chapter.

Chapter 7: Shitty Morals

Rebecka stood back from her aunt, both hands pressed over her mouth. She couldn't believe it. The person she wanted to see most in the word and James was the one to call her.

Aunt Poppy let herself in with a smile, announcing her arrival to the whole house. Lilla wandered in, observing her sister with wide blue eyes.

"Poppy." She breathed, rushing into her sisters arms, tears streaming down her eyes. "I haven't seen you in ages."

"My gosh darlin'!" Poppy laughed, "you look twenty years older! I'll have to call you big sis now."

"Please don't." Lilla cried, wiping her eyes with her wrists. "I'm your little sister. Forever your little sister."

James ran into the hall, aiming a high-five at Aunt Poppy. The red haired woman gave him a hard slap and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Let's go talk about this big emergency." Aunt Poppy said. "Lilla, would you please go get me some lemonade? Or anything, I just want something to drink."

Lilla nodded, gliding down the hall and into the kitchen. The sounds of pots and pans shifting around could be heard.

Aunt Poppy, James and Rebecka sat down in the living room, gathered around each other on the couch. The TV played in the background, the news channel on.

Aunt Poppy turned to Rebecka excitedly. "So girl! How'd you like that book I sent you? That was a real find right there. It's a bit old though, did it arrive all right? I didn't get damaged did it? Hmm? Rebecka... Rebecka girl, are you listening to me?"

Rebecka jumped, she didn't realize Aunt Poppy talking to her. Her aunt started talking about the book and she couldn't stop thinking about Kat. It's been days since Kat was put into a coma. She searched her aunts face, trying to think up an answer to a question she didn't know.

"Y-yeah..." She said softly.

Aunt Poppy nodded. Lilla came in, carrying three glasses of pink lemonade. They each took one and Lilla left to go back into the kitchen, humming as she went.

"Where's the book?" Aunt Poppy asked.

Rebecka turned to James hard, her eyes narrowing. James sat across from her, cool and collected. He had a good poker face. As passive as a snake, laying in the tall grass.

"Did you know anything... strange about the book Aunty?" He said.

Rebecka swallowed hard.

Aunt Poppy smiled knowingly. "That it's magic? Yes, I know."

"What." Rebecka gasped. "You... you knew about the book, that it can-"

"Create portals to other worlds? Yes. I did. I even used it myself." She leaned back against the couch, a dreamy look in her eyes. "I used it to create an imaginary world. I thought that it would have been a wonderful gift for you. You would write stories then explore the worlds you created through the book. I wondered how long it would take you to figure the book out. Did you help her James?"

"No." James said coldly. He stood up suddenly, turning his back to them.

Aunt Poppy sat up, looking from him to Rebecka who stared at the floor solemnly. "Tell me." She demanded.

"Then you should sit back down." Rebecka said to her aunt. "Not to sound cliched but it's a long story."

Kat had a plan. A big, fat, juicy plan.

Find the pirates. Warn them of the Marines. Get them back to the ship and sail off into the the sunset to the next non-marine, male populated island.

Brilliant.

She scoured the forest, looking for Kid and his crew. The forest, populated by tall, thick trees and heavy undergrowth, didn't help her in anyway.

Tree's exploded next to her head.

"Shit!" She cried, ducking down. Behind her, through the trees she saw five Marines, and five muskets pointed at her. She floated into the underbrush, phasing through the bushes and ferns. The Marines shouted after her.

They lost track of her and were desperately trying to find her again. She phased through the trunk of a tree and came face to face with five more Marines.

They pointed their guns at her and one of them shouted.

"Halt Pirate! Don't move or we will shoot."

Kat growled. She was getting tired of these stupid Marines. So she did what any normal, American person would do. Handle this diplomatically.

She stuck her tongue out and gave them two special fingers.

"Why you!" The Marines shouted, not appreciating her civil attempts at communicating.

Kat thought of mooning them when their guns started to quiver.

"H-hey! What's going on?" They shouted, helpless as their guns flew from their hands and into the forest. "Y-you!" The turned to her, grabbing at her. She couldn't help but laugh as they fell right through her.

"What is she? A ghost?"

"I want your soul." Kat moaned, holding her arms out before her in similar fashion to a zombie. "I want your body!"

Gun fire exploded across the forest, a barrage of bullets flying, hitting tree's, bushes, and Marines. It was the Marines guns, sailing through the air above her head.

The Kid Pirates ran through the forest, Kid and Killer in the lead.

"Bout time I found you guys!" Kat shouted as a gun flew through her head. "Listen! There's a whole bunch of Marines and this Langs guy on the island! And there's a war ship too! If you guys don't get back to the ship soon you'll be trapped here!"

"We know that already." Kid said, glancing at the bodies of the dead Marines. "Where do you think we're heading now."

And they ran on past her, heading back the way she came. At least they knew the way. Kat floated up beside Kid, knowing that there was no way in hell she would be able to keep up if she had her body. She was a terrible runner.

"How'd you guys find out about the Marines." She said casually.

"Just now." Killer said. The guy was in tight jeans, a black shirt and wore a mask. Everyone else was sweating like hell, even Kid. The island had to be hot.

"How are you not hot?" Kat said seriously.

Kid glared at her. "Where did these Marines come from." He said it so accusingly she felt like she summoned them straight from the magic book.

"They came from town. They were throwing some party because they kicked a bunch of pirates off the island. I thought you guys went to check out the town. How come you didn't run into them?"

More gun shot gang in the distance. Marines shouted between the trees. The forest was clearing and she could see blue peeking out through the tree trunks far to her left. Ten Marines ran through the forest ahead of them, stopping to organize themselves into formation and fired. Five more Marines attacked from the side.

The Kid Pirates took cover behind the trunk of a wide tree. Purple sparks flew off Kid's hands as he repelled the fire back. Killer tried to dash around the tree to attack the Marines flanking him but the gun fire was too heavy for him to get through.

"Shit." Kat swore, knowing she was about to do something really stupid. "I'll distract them!" She shouted and phased through the tree. Flying through the air like an arrow to the Marines attacking from the side.

Somehow the sight of a teenage girl flying through the air, invulnerable to their bullets was a damn scary sight. They dived to the side as she cut through them. Men stumbled for their weapons, turning their backs on the pirates to fire at her.

Killer was there, right behind them when she turned around. His scythe blades swilling. Sliding through the air. Decapitating the Marines. She closed her eyes before she could see more. But the sight was flashing through her head. She couldn't forget it. She wanted to throw up.

When she opened her eyes she was on the forest flood, the bloody face of a Marine, eyes as wide and open as his mouth. Silently screaming.

She screamed bloody hell.

Aunt Poppy was silent for a long time. James took to a sunny spot by the back patio window. Rebecka shifted on the couch, her mouth tightened into a grim line. She watched her aunt and brother, trying to read their thoughts.

James was the biggest mystery of all to her. He was never like this. Quiet, distant, actually trying to help her. After he entered high school three years ago he was nothing but mean and nasty to her and Kat.

"I never intended this." Aunt Poppy said.

"I know." Rebecka grasped the woman's hand. "Don't blame yourself Aunty."

Aunt Poppy smiled, wiping tears from her eyes. "You're so mature Rebecka. You know, I always wanted to meet Kathline. She sounded like a great friend."

Rebecka stared out the back window. "Yeah. She is."

James spun around. "Well?" He shouted.

The two woman blinked at him.

He gritted his teeth, and turned back around. His shoulders trembled as he fought to control his anger. He was mad. Madder than Rebecka had ever seen him before. When he turned back around, all anger was gone. His face as blank as a poker card.

"The magic book did something to Kat. I think that it did something that night. I heard sounds coming from downstairs. I heard banging, shouting. I ran down and saw the hole in the basement door. When I got to the stairs there was this flash of light. I found Kathline's father on the ground. And I saw her next to the book, surrounded by glass."

"A flash of light?" Rebecka questioned.

"Yeah. It was a bright... blue light. Like a firework."

The doorbell rang.

"Again." Rebecka jumped up from the couch.

Lillia's head popped around the kitchen doorway. "I'm not expecting anyone."

Aunt Poppy denied having invited anyone and James shrugged.

"It better be some dead, Chinese guy telling us about the magic book." Rebecka muttered before leaving to answer the door. She looked through the peephole and saw black nothing. She felt her gut tighten. Peepholes shouldn't be black.

The door bell rang again.

James appeared behind her. "Are you going to answer it?"

"The peephole is black, I can't see through it."

"They're holding their finger against it. So we can't see them." He slowly turned the dead bolt. It closed with a soft click. "Keep your voice down." He said.

Rebecka didn't know why he said it. They were already whispering.

The doorbell rang again, followed by harsh knocks on the white painted wood. Rebecka moved closer to James. He stepped protectively in front of her.

There was silence. Their hearts beating rapidly inside their chests. Fast rushes of air boomed in her ears. It was her breathing.

"I think he's gone." James said.

Wood exploded and the room rushed around her. Red splattered across her face and James was on the floor, both hands clutched tightly around his leg. Blood oozing through his fingers. A small, ragged hole though the lock below the door handle. The Door shuttered as someone pushed against it, stopped by the dead bolt.

It was blasted away by another shot. A bullet slicing through her shoulder and missing James' head by centimeters. Aunt Poppy was in the hall with them, a first aid kit in hand. The door was kicked open.

Nathaniel Hawth stood in the open doorway. In his hands, a handgun. "Miss Rebecka." He said softly, smiling at her. He wore his black suit, with a white shirt and a red tie.

Rebecka was too stunned to speak. Why. She wanted to scream. Why. Why. Why. Why?

Beside her James groaned, glaring at Nathaniel. It would have looked much more intimidating if his face wasn't contorted with pain. Aunt Poppy refused to look away from the gaping hole in his leg, a few inches below the knee. She wrapped the wound in white bandages and was getting ready to move on to Rebecka's arm.

"Don't!" Nathaniel shouted, pointing the gun at her.

Rebecka shuttered. The floor, the walls, her shirt and shorts, all stained with her's and James' blood.

"Get away from her." He said, motioning with the gun.

That woman. That brave, eccentric woman. "No."

"Do it." Nathaniel hissed. He wasn't messing around. He wasn't some silly student at some rich school. His glasses were gone and his blue eyes were sharper than ever.

"She's injured. She'll bleed to death."

"It's shallow. She'll live."

"Aunt Poppy I'll be fine." Rebecka stuttered, cringing at how weak she sounded. It only made the woman even more determined.

"Listen boy. I've been held at gun point by sons-of-bitches ten times more scary than you. Hell. I gave birth while being held at gunpoint." It was true. Aunt Poppy always told the story at family gatherings. "I've even been attacked by wild natives with spears and arrows. I've had to dive off a burning boat into shark filled water," Her second favorite tale. "Don't mess with me boy."

James jumped. Grabbing Nathaniel's leg and biting hard into it. That boy was a beast. Nathaniel howled in pain and hit James with the butt of his gun. Aunt Poppy attacked next, knocking the gun from Nathaniel's hand.

Rebecka sat in the mist of all the action. Too stunned, too scared to do anything. The gun skidded to a stop before her knees. Aunt Poppy and James struggled against Nathaniel, fighting to push him out of the house.

Somewhere far away a woman screamed. Her mother. James shouted. Aunt Poppy punched Nathaniel hard in the face. Two white teeth fell out of his mouth. Rebecka stared at the gun. She could easily pick it up and grab it.

Nathaniel roared like a terrible beast and kneed James between the legs, kicking his fresh wound. Unable to bear the pain James rolled to the side, his eyes locking onto Rebecka. He shouted.

Nathaniel grabbed Aunt Poppy by the hair and slammed her face into the wall. Blood spurted from her nose and dribbled down several cuts on her face. He lunged forward. Picked up the gun. Locked eyes with Rebecka.

And fired the gun.

Kat cried from terror. Thankful that she couldn't pee her pants. She never watched gory movies, never read anything gory. The closest she ever got to gore was the neighbor house on Halloween.

Killer moved on, shortly after doing away with the five Marines. Already the Kid Pirates had taken out the ten Marines before them and were almost out of sight.

Before she could even begin to think rationally she had to get away from blood bath before her. She floated through the trees, trembling as she went. The forest ended thirty feet away, opening into a grassy field. A road leading to town cut through it. She could see the pier and the ship docked. It had to be at least a mile away.

"Shit!" Someone shouted.

Kat had just got through the forest when twenty shadows leaped out of the grass, attacking the Kid pirates.

"It's those monkeys!"

Kat watched in shock as twenty, tan colored monkeys the size of cows attacked the pirates. She could see the long, sharp fangs bared and ready. They didn't stand a chance against the pirates. They were terribly viscous. Even when one's head was cut off the beast's arms still swung, catching someone on the back.

In twenty minutes the monkeys were dead. The Kid Pirates more or less intact. Everyone sporting cuts or scrapes.

In a daze she floated to the pirates, trying not to look at the blood staining the green field.

"These monkeys attacked us the moment we came to this road. "Killer explained to her. "They took our log post and ran off with it. We found them and killed them. These must have been the rest."

Kid saw how pale she was. "Whats wrong?" He mocked, faking concern. "Feel sorry for the monkeys?"

"Shut up." Kat growled, feeling absolutely sick to her stomach. The faces of the dead Marines flashing through her mind.

Kid grinned. "Never seen someone get killed before your eyes?"

"Shut up!"

"What bitch. Don't like the sight of blood?"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Kat screamed, tears bursting from her stupid, prideless eyes. "God! I wish you would just die!"

"That could be arranged."

They all turned down the road where ten Marines, lead by their Captain, came running down. Langs unnaturally calm, not a hair out of place on his perfect head. His only weapon a light blue musket. He grinned like a cocky bastard.

"Line up nicely so I can shoot you.

Kid smirked, holding his hands up. "Sorry but I seem to have a problem with authority. I don't listen to orders that well."

Langs laughed. "I hate pirates. You lawless scums make the world a disgusting place."

"Your face seems to be doing that well enough."

Killer tensed, and so did the others. Kat looked between the two forces. Marine and Pirate. Something wasn't right about Lang's gun. Muskets were usually brown, not blue. He was way too confident.

"Captain Kid of South Blue. Unknown Devil Fruit with magnetism powers. You're famous for the destruction you cause, and the amount of lives you and your nakama have taken. Not that any of that matters, for you've never meet me. I'm famous too, famous for the amount of pirates I have rid the world of."

"Oh." Kid said. "I've never heard of you. You never heard of him Killer?"

"Nope."

Langs scowled, aiming his musket for Kid's head. "I'd like to say it was a pleasure. But pirates are never pleasurable."

"Shoot me bitch." Kid laughed, arms open wide.

"Wait." Kat screamed. "The gun! There's something wrong with the gun!"

Several things happened at once.

Langs shot his musket, a mean smirk on his face. Purple sparks showered off of Kid's fingers but the bullet, larger than any normal musket round should be, was unhindered. Kat shot forward, colliding into Kid from the side. He tried to kick her off, but lost his balance and feel straight down to the ground. The Musket bullet burring into his side.

The crew shouted and Marines let out a torrent of fire. Langs shot and killed two pirates. The two sides clashed. Killer went after Langs, his scythes cutting the blue musket in half.

Below her Kid grabbed the collar of her shirt, jerking her down to his face.

"Seastone" She whimpered. "I think the gun and the bullets... were made of seastone."

Kid swore colorfully. Shoved her to the side and stood up.

"Stop! You have a hole in your side! You can't move!"

"Shut up!" Kid pushed her face into the dirt. Hi pressed his foot against the back of her neck, pinning her down. Purple sparks, and the Marines lost their guns. The weapons flying high up into the air, then rocketing down to the earth. Pirates scattered as the Marines were skewered by their own weapons.

Kat closed her eyes. Unable to watch.

"Shity pirates." Langs heaved, blood trailing from a long, deep gash on his arm. "You wont make it off the island alive. Look, our ship is within range of yours. Any second now it will fire its cannons and sink your pitiful ship."

Blood dribbled from the side of the Marine Captains mouth. He fell to his knees, eyes like a savage animal. Killer stepped forward and finished the man.

Kid stepped off her and started toward the ship, hobbling before easing into a steady, slow run. His crew followed close behind. None of them looked back to her, laying still in the blood soaked field. She floated up into the air, her eyes closed the whole time and followed them. Opening her eyes only long enough to tell she was going in the right direction.

When she retched the ship it was flurry of activity as the pirates struggled to get the ship ready and get the hell out of there. She floated below deck, not wanting to get in everyone's way. The ship trembled and shook as the Marine ship fired it's cannons. An explosion above told her they were hit.

The ship was out at sea and no other cannon ball hit them. Probably because of Kid. She thought. Down below deck and pressed herself against the wall, huddled next to a stack of crates. She forgot what they held. Not that it mattered.

A shadow flicked across the wall, coming from the stairs that led from the deck to here. She didn't want to see any of them and phased inside of a crate, closing her eyes. She wished she could sleep.

Hours passed and she had not moved. Images of the island and what happened there rewound continuously in her mind like a bad movie marathon. Much more gruesome and sick than what actually happened. Kid's taunts rang loud in her head.

Deep down, she expected this. In the manga Kid said he killed people for laughing at him. Killer was called the "Massacre Man". They were pirates, very different from the Straw Hat crew. Almost exact opposites.

She didn't want to believe it. She had lived in denial and had paid for it.

Her mind was swaying, pitching and reeling. She realized it wasn't her mind but her. She phased out of the create. No, the whole ship was turning side to side. Loose creates slid across the room and the ship groaned in labor. She floated up to the deck.

It was a storm. Rain shot the deck and crew like bullets. People were shouting at the top of their lungs, trying to be heard over the howling wind. The ship, Kat forgot what kind, had two masts. A large main one and a smaller one. The smaller one was cracked at the base, and had fallen on top of the main mast. Kid's crew struggled to push the broken mast aside and tie up the sails. Waves, twice the size of the ship rose up on either side. The whole sea black and turbulent.

She saw Kid and the ships doctor standing beside the rail, Kid's arm wrapped around it. His side was a bloody mess, the once white bandages crimson red with blood. They were shouting at each other for several moments until Kid said something that got the doctor to back way. He ran off to help the crew.

She watched everything, detached from it all. Kid's eyes caught her. She looked away, debating where to hide in the ocean or deep inside the ship. It was rather fun to watch Sea Kings try to eat her. Kid pulled himself across the railing, walking normally. His side hurt him, she could tell. His face would tighten, but he was far too stubborn to show his pain.

Kat didn't want to hear whatever he had to say. A wave, thirty feet tall, hit them, water gushing across the deck, swallowing everything . All of the ship except the two masts disappearing under the ocean.

Kat felt nothing, black water pushing through her. And when the water receded Kid was on the other side of the rail, dangling over the ocean. All of the crew was on the masts, working to tire them up or get rid of the fallen mast.

Kat, swore at her stupid, shitty morals and grasped at Kid's hand. His hand slipped from the wet wood and he fell. She couldn't hold onto anything. It was her strength vs. his weight. She lost, and slid through the rail, falling with him into the ocean.

She and Kid fell down, down, down into the black water.

Kid sunk, his hand clutched tightly around hers. With all her might and will she pushed herself up, pulling him with her, through the water. She clawed and kicked her way up, feeling no fatigue. Kid was heavy, and she wasn't sure if she could reach the surface before he drowned.

Doubt picked at her mind, shouting that she couldn't do it. The surface was thirty feet up, and Kid was getting heavier. Why was she even helping him? What did he ever do to make her feel privileged to save him. She had shitty morals, that's what. She couldn't stand by while someone suffered before her.

The surface was twenty feet away, she pushed harder. Ten feet. Kid was getting heavier, she was slipping down. Twenty feet. No! She focused everything she had into pulling him. Ten feet. Almost there. Five feet.

She broke the surface, and pulled Kid's head above the water. He was out cold. She put her ear against his chest, all the while keeping him afloat. That was damn hard too! She could hear faint beats. She put her ear against his mouth. He was breathing, but barely.

A great, black object, passed through her, knocking Kid underwater. He slid underwater, falling five feet before she could pull him back up again.

It was the broken mast. The wood bobbed in the water halfway. Staying evenly above the water. Thinking fast she pulled Kid up on top of it. An easier task than she imagined. The storm raged and raged, wind and rain blasting with frightful force.

The ocean and sky was black, lightning flashed. The ship was a blob on the waves. Far, far away.

"Help!" Kat shouted. Kid layed across his belly on the mast, she was on his other side, using her strength as a weight to keep him in place. Her arms wrapped around his and her face pressed against the side of his head. "Hey! Over here!"

Lightning flashed. The ship was heading away from them.

"HEEELP!" She screamed, crying. It was hopeless. They would never hear her scream. "HEEEEEELP!"

Tally Mai-chan: *sits in front of laptop with an evil grin on face* Muaahahahahaaa! My, my! The girls seem to be in a pickle! Want to find out what happens next?

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