Stolen Voice (Shanks × Reader)

Six

He blocks your attack easily and throws you against the wall, which cracks behind your back from the impact.

The air runs out of your lungs and you gasp as you try to breathe, your throat igniting with flames.

You can't see.

Your vision blurs and orbits as you advance, fighting yourself back to your feet. You try to raise back your sword but you lose your balance and have to stab it into the ground to stay standing.

You lift your eyes on your father, but you can barely recognize his figure, if it wasn't for those cold, golden eyes, so evil and faraway compared to your brother's, whose only held care and safety for you.

Your legs shake and the trembling spreads across your whole body, and you pant heavily to stay conscious.

What is happening to me?

He starts laughing as he reads your mute lips.

"You deserved it since you let them cut you," he smiles calmly, pointing at your leg with his blade. "I give you a few more minutes awake."

Your eyes widen as you collapse when he walks closer and kicks your side, the pain biting into you as a venomous snake, but it's nothing compared to the misery when he stabs into your wound and opens it a little, leaning down curiously to see as the green poison flows out of it.

His gaze rests on your face, and he is clearly entertained by your agony as you scream without voice.

"I don't know how you got away, and where your brother is now," he whispers, crouching down opposite you as he pulls the blade out, leaving you in fragments. "But he will come back, if you don't follow him, we both know that. That is the bond you have. The one I used to share, too."

You hit the floor with your fists and grit your teeth as you push yourself back up, looking him in the eye.

And when he sees your expression while you lift your bleeding hand, throwing back your head, his smile dies as soon as yours lights up.

You snap your fingers.

Time stops.

You use every bit of strength in your body to stand up, the seconds rushing as you lift your blade in a blind rage, aiming at him instead of heading for the secret tunnel. You fall forward with tears running down your face as you try to stay awake.

Three.

.

.

.

The sword sinks into his flesh, and you feel the resistance of his collarbone before it gives in to the pressure and splits in half with a horrible, sickening crack.

Two.

.

.

I missed his heart.

Your injured leg gives in and you start falling, but you cling onto the handle of your sword as it follows you, cutting deep into his flesh, through ribs and tendons and veins.

One.

.

Time resumes.

The surge hits you harder than ever before and you crumble as soon as he does, falling on his knees.

You see only white as if the world has been erased once your Devil Fruit stopped working, and your whole body shakes uncontrollably, the shockwaves suffocating you senseless as you float in the nothing.