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Chapter 25

Here she was again.

How many times was it now? She had lost count of the amount of times she woke up in the nostalgic darkness, laying in black feathers. She could smell the smoke that lingered in the dimly lit air, but the density wasn't enough to choke her.

She tried to push her body up into a sitting position, her body heavy and sore. She managed to get herself onto her two feet and slowly advanced deeper. She expected to see a figure, yet this time there was no one she could run after.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" She called and received silence as an answer. She frowned as she continued, looking around warily. The smoke thickened but didn't disturb her breathing. It merely surrounded her figure as she advanced.

She took another step, her boot stepping on a wet surface. She pulled a disgusted face and tilted her boot to see black feathers smeared in a red substance. Rosalie then looked at the ground, the liquid staining the feathers it touched.

It was blood.

Blue eyes landed on a laying figure and dread washed over her. She rushed through the blood that soaked the leather of her boots until she reached the figure. She gasped in horror, her hands covering her mouth.

It was person. His face was hidden by the smoke but the rest of his body wasn't. He lay there, in a black feathered jacket and a once pink-hearted white shirt was stained with gunshot wounds. How many times was he shot? Who would've done this?

She heard a clicking sound behind her and glanced back to see a hand holding a golden pistol. The finger continued to pull the trigger despite no more bullets erupting from the shaft. She then looked back at the figure, her body becoming cold.

It was Law.

He lay there in the other male's place, his tattooed chest filled with bullet wounds and his eyes closed. She fell to her knees, the blood that covered her clothes not mattering to her. She could feel tears fall down the side of her face, her chest feeling empty and full of hatred.

She was going to kill him. She was going to make him pay for hurting Law. She could feel her conscious fading as her dagger suddenly appeared in her hand, dark shadows swirling around her right arm. Power surged through her and the last thing she recalled was laughter.

Whose? She didn't know.

"Hey! Wake up! Damn it, open your eyes!" Kid's voice ran through the large bedroom as he shook Rosalie's moaning figure. It was apparent that she was having a nightmare and no matter how hard he tried, she didn't want to wake up.

He slapped her, hard, immediately receiving a reaction when her eyes shot open. He expected to see bright blue eyes, yet received a pair of dark orbs. Her hands shot out and she tackled him, her grip choking him.

Not what he was expecting.

He gasped for air while trying to pry her hands off his throat. He examined her expression closely. He saw the bloodlust, swirled with hatred in her dark orbs and her red hair becoming a deep shade of blood.

"I'd hate to snap you out of it, Little monster, but I don't have time for you now," Kid told her before metal chains swiftly encased her wrists. She growled as she was shot back against the headrest, her head knocking against the rough wood.

Kid watched as her body became limp and bright blue eyes returning. The knock seemed to do the trick and brought Rosalie in her conscious mind. She tiredly looked up at him, blinking a few times. She was dazed, the fogginess causing her to frown.

"G-Goggles?" Good, she was back. Kid released the chains on her wrists, Rosalie's body falling forwards. He caught her and noticed how cold she was once again. She barely seemed to have any strength left after she changed.

"It's about damn time you came back. You're giving me more trouble than you're worth, Sweetheart!" He snapped angrily at her as Rosalie sat up on her own. Her brows were knitted together, her blue eyes gleaming in confusion.

"W-What…? What happened…?" Rosalie asked and a vein throbbed out from underneath of Kid's skin. How could she forget what happened?! She killed a bunch of men and even attacked them without hesitating once! She even declared war to one of the most infamous pirates!

Rosalie looked at her bandaged right arm and reached out to touch the material. She injured herself? She couldn't remember… She could recall the vague images of performing and going back to change to leave for the black market and then… As soon as her hand touched, memories started flooding back to her at full speed.

Blood. There was so much blood.

Rosalie let out a bloodcurdling scream and Kid had to cover his ears to block out the sound. She pushed him away from her and tried to escape. She stumbled off the bed, falling onto her knees because of the lack of strength in her limbs.

She killed people. She murdered them all without feeling an inch of regret. She was a killer. She could practically feel the blood sticking onto her body. She held herself, trying her best to not think about how she killed them all.

"Oi, Sweetheart." Rosalie jumped and retreated against the wall, looking at Kid with fearful eyes. She attacked them. She hurt Virus and nearly killed Kid if it wasn't for Killer. Kid was right. She was a monster.

All she wanted was to get back the journal of her mother that they took away. That was all. She didn't mean to kill the guards. It wasn't her intention. She felt sick to her stomach, her face pale and sweating bullets.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" She held out her hand, her voice trembling as she warned the redhead captain. "I already did enough damage! J-Just stay there!" She said and Kid growled, his eye twitching in agitation.

"Oh, shut up. It's not your fault they messed with you. Those scum only received what they deserved. I take back what I said. You're not a virgin anymore and by the way you murdered them, no one would ever think it was an amateur!" Kid chuckle, making Rosalie swallow thickly.

"…You… You knew about this…" Kid watched as Rosalie started to put the pieces together. "Those bite marks really were because of me… I was the one who attacked you on that day and Elrad… Oh no… I did it all," Rosalie murmured.

She threw Kid in brief confusion about the Elrad person but he was quick to brush past it. He assumed it must've bene the first person who had seen her cursed state. Kid's attention averted back to Rosalie's cowering figure.

"Yes, that was you, Sweetheart. You want to know why you become like that?" Rosalie looked up at him, her eyes widening when she saw what he was holding. "This cursed dagger is the reason you become a monster," he said and Rosalie was speechless.

She felt her right arm start to burn and hissed in pain. She pulled off the bandages, her heart nearly stopping the sight. Swirls of black crawled beneath her skin and covered the arm, the strange substance reaching her elbow.

"This thing is consuming you and I won't have that. You're going to lose complete control over your conscious and go on a killing spree just like you did back there. That means you'll kill everyone, even those you care about," Kidd stated and Rosalie trembled.

She didn't want that. She didn't want to kill any more that she already had! She didn't want to hurt anyone! Rosalie felt tears fall down her cheeks and clenched her eyes shut. She let them fall and made fists onto the wooden floor beneath her, the knuckles on her hands turning white.

"I… I never wanted to be cursed like this. I didn't want to hurt any of you, I swear!" She told the male who looked at her figure. She was breaking down, her body shaking as she did so and Kid felt a painful ache in his chest.

In the beginning, he wanted to break her. He wanted to tame her and use her. However, as he stared at her pathetic form, he felt guilty. He didn't want this. He didn't want to see her this broken. He wanted to mees with her and simultaneously, he wanted to prevent any harm that may come to her.

Kid let out a sigh and pulled out a metal sheath. He put the dagger inside and a 'click' resounded in the room. Rosalie felt a strange sensation crawl down her arm and bit her bottom lip as she swallowed back another hiss. The substance seemed to vanish and she teary stared at her normal skin.

"W-What did you do?"

Kid handed her the sheath but she feared to even touch it. She saw the fine, detailed work of the strange metal that enclosed the dagger, engravements of gears on the front and the back. It was beautiful, yet it held something very dangerous inside.

"It's called Magnetum. It's a very rare metal that you can only find at the black market. I've been working on this for a while now. The Magnetum is a special type of metal that's known to seal away curses," Kid replied and Rosalie's eyes widened.

She hesitantly took the metal, immediately noticing how cold the surface was. She twirled it in the palm of her hand, nothing happening. No warmth, no shivers, nothing. Her lips quivered and she could feel more tears form in the corner of her eyes.

"Y-You m-made this for me?" She softly asked the male as he went to sit next to her against the wall. His soft and fluffy jacket hung over the side of the bed, leaving his metal arm exposed. He looked at her and exhaled loudly.

"Yes. You said the dagger was precious to you, right? I figured that you'd kill me if I threw it away anyway," Kid replied, a frown staying on his lips as her tears fell. She was still crying, still sad and still causing the dull ache in his chest.

"Thank you…" She softly murmured, glancing at him with teary blue eyes. Kid clicked his tongue as he pulled her in a half embrace with his right arm. Rosalie felt warmth wash over her and closed her eyes, the tears continuously flowing.

They sat there as silence lingered around in the room. Kid never thought that he would end up sitting on the floor holding the crying female without making a snide remark. He felt strangely content and was in a way happy.

"I-It was my mother's," Rosalie softly spoke. "The dagger was once my mother's. I received it as a birthday present. I found out that our bloodline is cursed and that I had to break it before I lost everything dear to me." Kid's eyes narrowed and he scoffed.

"Leaving all the responsibility to her daughter? Sounds pretty cold hearted to me." Her glare showed her displeased reaction. "I'm just saying! Is that why you're running after that stupid spotted hat Trafalgar?" He asked, her shock immediate.

"How did you-?!"

"The walls on my ship aren't very thick, you know. Anyone could be listening in without doing it on purpose," He cut her off and Rosalie looked away. She had nothing else to add to his statement and kept her thoughts to herself.

She expected Kid to comment or insult her but none came. He was strangely quiet and she appreciated his behaviour. The way he comforted her made her calm and if it wasn't the visions of death she kept having, she would've been asleep.

The feeling was familiar to her though. She recalled feeling the same comfort when her father held her. Oh, how she missed him. She had so many loved ones but she felt all alone. She didn't know what to do anymore.

She wanted to keep chasing after Law, yet she feared that she would hurt him. If she returned to the crew, would she hurt them? Then again, staying with Kid also wasn't an option. She already hurt them more than enough.

"Get some sleep, Sweetheart. We're arriving at our base tomorrow. You can stay with us until you sorted things out. I'm not letting you lose on those waters when you're like this. Don't try your luck either. I'll be sure to tie you up," Kid told her and a soft chuckle escaped Rosalie's lips.

"You sound like you care." He blushed slightly, but kept his stern look making her smile and nod. She snuggled into his embrace and closed her eyes. She didn't have the strength to argue with him and it didn't matter to her.

For now, she was safe.

Kid watched as she dozed off and a peaceful expression fell onto her tired complexion. He let his head fall back onto the wall he sat against. His reddish orange eyes travelled towards a leathered journal on the cupboard next to the large King-sized bed.

He read it. It didn't matter to him that it was something private, nor did it bother him that Rosalie would scold him from doing so. What bothered him, was what he read. The facts written by her mother was more than shocking towards him.

He unconsciously let his grip on her tighten and his eyes narrowed onto the roof as he glanced up. Rosalie had been through a lot, her situation very similar to his own. Who would've thought that they shared the same pain?

"We're similar than you think, Sweetheart."

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