It's The Little Things That Make Us Change

Up Close and Personal

It wasn't very different than the rest of the place. It was just less occupied. Delta looked around for Killer but he was not in sight, just normal people walking back and forth.

"Well since he never said a time I guess I can just...look around. Delta twisted her mouth in confusion. She was a little irritated. She had no idea where she was and was probably pissing off every known outlaw by now. Not her ideal day.

She continued to pretend to read the map as she passed some empty buildings up. Not abandoned, just empty. The farther down the grove she walked, the more scarce life became.

Delta gazed at everything, taking it all in.

"I wonder where everyone is."

"Are you lost?" A male voice came from her left.

"I hope no-I mean no..I'm not" Delta corrected herself. Why the hell was she so honest here?

"Are you sure?" it asked.

"Ya" Delta reassured them by nodding her head and planting her face into the thin map.

"If anyone needs a map here, they have to be lost" the voice teased her. Delta could practically hear the smirk on the person's face.

"Maybe YOU'RE LOST." Delta snapped and tore the paper from her eyes to glare at who was messing with her. Upon noticing who it was, Delta clamped her mouth shut and crumpled up her map.

It was indeed a man talking to her, a terribly attractive one, sitting on a crate with his hands folded across his legs. He was a bit older than her and was very lanky and tall. He had lightly tanned skin and several tattoos across his arms. A white hat with black spots matched his blue jeans which were also covered in black spots. He had on a yellow hoodie with a similar smiley symbol that the map had. His had spokes on the outer edge though, making it resemble a sun.

Delta licked her lips and gulped. He continued to smile at her and seemed to be enjoying the fretting of Delta. Delta was embarrassed and once again the feeling of terror took her over.

Another feared pirate was within 6 feet of her and she might have managed to pissed him off. Trafalgar Law. The Surgeon of Death. Not known for his nice demeanor and or mercy. But god was he was hot.

"I uh...I'm not lost" Delta nodded at him.

Law leaned back and grinned at her. He was intrigued by Delta's...awkward innocence.

"Ok" He shrugged and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.

Delta frowned and turned her back on him, not sure what had just happened.

"How am I not dead yet?" Delta groaned and wiped her hand across her face.

A large tree crashed to the ground nearby, making Delta jump back screaming. She looked around wildly for answers. She panicked, and ran to a crate to sit beside Law who now had his head back up, but didn't seemed disturbed one bit.

"What was that?" She dared to ask him. If he hadn't killed her yet, she was probably safe.

"Just watch" Law chuckled. Another tree fell down in the distance, but this one was cut in half before it fell to the ground.

"I don't want that" Delta whimpered. She was so nervous her words were coming out all wrong. She hopped back up, ready to run away.

"Don't" Law pulled Delta by her arm and forced her back down next to him.

"WTF?!" Delta shook her head at him and whipped her hands out, expecting answers. Law raised his eyebrow at her and pointed back to the developing scene in front of their eyes.