Chapter 1: The end of a crew...PART 1
Why ? It was the only word I could say. Why ? Why had we failed at the last moment? Why, when we finally got to One Piece, did he manage to get past us? Why him ?
Now that I knew what One Piece was, I told myself it would have been a lot better than it ever existed. If I had expected this ... I thought it was a treasure, or a ship, or even a logbook! But never a devil fruit! Never this devil fruit! The fruit of invincibility. He couldn't die anymore.
he turned to us. We, whom he had miserably crushed on the soil of piracy. Us, whom he had beaten to when Luffy was finally going to fulfill his dream. We, miserable insects, whose sole purpose is to flatten ourselves at his feet. We were nothing. So why ? Why had he bothered to destroy us a little more? To destroy me a little more? Luffy ... if only you weren't that stubborn! And Zoro and Sanji! Couldn't you help but follow him blindly? Usopp, Chopper… I liked you better when you weren't brave… Then Franky, Robin, Jinbei and Brook! Why was I the only one still standing?
No, why were they all on the ground, letting out their last breath of life?
I never thought I would lose my friends. He had killed them all. But I was still alive. Why? I had no idea. Had he spared me? Was I only the last to go there? Was he planning to kidnap me? I didn't know. All I knew was that he was standing in front of me, watching me with his contemptuous gaze. An indescribable hatred came over me. I only wanted one thing: to kill him
blackbeard...Marshall D. Teach!
I wanted to see him disappear, to see him die, but most of all, to see him suffer, the same way he reveled in my friends' cries of pain when they were sucked into darkness. But I was scared. Fear of his demonic power, fear of the coolness with which he would slaughter his victims, fear of the darkness that engulfed me a little more every moment.
But what scared me the most was having to live with the memory of my sacrificed friends. I didn't want to die, but I didn't want to live.
In fact, all that mattered at that moment was his death,his pain.
Two emotions waged a merciless fight within me: hatred and terror. There was no way to beat him: he was invincible. But the anger that was growing inside me made me feel like I could do anything.
And then fuck. Either way, I had nothing more to lose.
I had nothing more to lose. I reached out to look for my Climat-Tact.
Where the hell is it !? A cracking noise made me jump. A blue shard flew towards me. I slowly turned my head. A huge foot crushed my weapon, now useless. A thunderstorm rumbled, accompanied by a frozen downpour. I was starting to shake. I didn't know if it was cold or fearful. What could I do now? There wasn't much I could do anyway, even before.
I stood up, raised my head, and looked him in the eyes.
"So what !? You think I'll let it go, that's it, huh !? Well you're sticking your finger in the eye! I… I will avenge the death of my friends! You will ... ah ...!"
*BANG*
Smoke was billowing from BLACKBEARD's gun. The bullet was stuck in my left leg, and blood was slowly draining from the wound. The pain was excruciating. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming.
"Fuck..."
*BANG*
Another bullet. In the arm this time. I collapsed. I bit my lip more and blood flooded my mouth. I closed my eyes. It was all suffering. Why ? Here, that word again. I didn't even know what its meaning was anymore. Maybe I would join my friends up there. What if that up there was Skypiea? Does that mean that we were dead for a few moments, then come back to life? ... No, but what was I talking about? I… I must not… let myself… sink… I had to… revenge… kill… Blackbeard…
I opened my eyes again.
With a superhuman effort, I grabbed the Wado Ichimonji who was lying not far from me. Forgive me Zoro, but in your condition, I would be surprised if you...
I lifted my head so that I could observe his movements. However, my gaze lingered on his cruel eyes which stared at me with unhealthy pleasure. The blood in my mouth seemed to turn into a blazing inferno ready to destroy everything in its path.
I don't know what force allowed me to get up at that moment, but I found myself standing with my back arched and gripping the katana in a pitiful position. But standing, alive, and more determined than ever to kill the demon in front of me.
I tightened my grip on the weapon and controlled my jerky breath with some difficulty. I took a step forward; my leg seemed to explode. I couldn't hold back a moan, to the delight of my executioner.
The latter spread his arms and laughed loudly, badly. This sound crept into my brain, to seep into my blood and finish its course in the muscles of my good arm, which lifted on its own, carrying the Wado Ichimonji up to my face.
Sorry, Zoro, you won't like it. I threw the katana. He whirled in the air, as fragile as a piece of wood, and severed Teach's arm at shoulder level, revealing his bones, muscles, and blood, which flooded the wound. The pain can be read on his face, but I didn't recognize a trace of worry. It is by believing to have hallucinations that I understood the cause: the part of his arm which had been separated from his body crawled on the ground, attracted by the bloody stump. The torn muscle threads came together, the blood joined the arteries, the cells were replenished, and the only remaining trace of my desperate act was the hairs that had not recovered. My cause suddenly seemed futile, so futile that a nervous laugh broke from my lips. How foolish I was for having thought I could kill a man who had sent all the Straw Hat Pirates to hell. I fell to my knees. Sobs and tears of disillusionment mingled with the blood escaping from my mouth.
"Luffy ... what should I do?"
"Run away. Save your life." My captain's voice whispered this advice in my ear.
"But...I can't ... your bodies, they ..."
"RUN! You can't win! To perpetuate the memory of the crew ... RUN!"
It was like an electric shock. The voices in chorus of my companions carried me. I forgot the pain in my leg and turned my back on our torturer. Without giving him time to understand, I fled. My only will attracted me to ... to tell the truth, I did not know. I let my friends guide me. I only thought of them, their faces, their voices. I wasn't looking where I was going. I was running away. My hair was lashing my face and the rain mingled with my tears, my leg and arm ached excruciatingly, the blood tasted like iron in my mouth, but I was alive, and I was running.
My eyesight became blurry and I no longer saw in front of me. I tripped over a branch, and it was my head that softened the shock. But I got up and continued my run. It was then that I felt a strange cold on my bare feet. I stepped forward more carefully and recognized the feel of the salt water on my ankles. I was saved. My sobs started again. I dived into the ocean and swam. I had the impression that the salt tore my leg and my arm and an unpleasant tingling came over my whole body. But I was saved. Once far enough from the coast, I paused. I stretched out on the sea and watched the now clear sky. I felt tears cloud my view again. My throat tightened and I let out a savage cry.
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