Just One Piece of Your Life [2017] [P/UP]

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The Punk Hazard Asylum for the Mentally Deranged.

Eustass Kid could not fathom why he was here.

He had expected to be placed in jail, or some place relatively sane at least- he had killed several people, after all- but noooo, someone had thought that his playing in the blood of those he'd slaughtered was 'inhuman' and 'insane'. He was just splashing in the red puddles. Bunch of pussies...

So now he was here, wrapped up in a straitjacket and sitting in a completely white, padded room, and had been for two weeks; his only companion taking the form of a security camera with a little red light that blinked on and off every two seconds.

So, when the light stopped blinking and the doors finally opened, Kid couldn't help but stand.

In walked a dark skinned man in an attire similar to Kid's own, the only difference was that the man's white jacket belonged to a doctor and he wore slippers on his feet.

The man held out a chart and pursed his lips as he took a pen out from behind a pierced ear and began to scribble something down, circling Kid as he did so.

"So... Eustass Kid, eh? Your two weeks of solitary confinement are up, Eustass-ya. You are now free to go about the hospital grounds like the rest of the mindless slugs here. You will be taking regular brain-melting pills hidden in pudding and going to see the psychologist twice a week."

The dark skinned man stopped in front of Kid with a smile on his face and held up his chart up with a tattooed hand in a salute against his feathery black hair. "My name is Trafalgar Law, and it has been a pleasure poking at your brain!"

Kid stared after the man in extreme confusion as he dropped the chart and sprinted out of the room.

Only seconds later a few more doctors and orderlies in powder blue scrubs ran past his room after Law.

"Mister Trafalgar! Get back here and return that coat!" He heard a doctor shout. "You are not a doctor, you are a patient!"

Kid rolled his eyes and shook his head. Crazies...

The shouting doctor came into view in the open doorway and stopped, his hands on his knees, panting his lungs out.

Kid took the time to glance down at what Law had written on the chart.

All he saw was his name at the top of the form, followed by his height, weight, date of birth, and whatever complicated words he had been diagnosed with, but the rest of the chart was illedgible. There was a large scribble of what looked like a loaf of bread strangling what looked like a flamingo while the flamingo tried to eat the bread.

What?

The doctor finally seemed to catch his breath and stepped into the room, sighing at the sight of of the defaced chart.

"Mister Eustass, I am so very sorry for Mister Trafalgar's actions. He is a bit of a strange case, you see. As of today you will be free to roam about the grounds, but be advised that there are security cameras and orderlies twice your size everywhere." The older man stated, undoing the clasps of the straitjacket that kept Kid's arms wrapped firmly around his torso.

As soon as the clasps came undone, Kid stretched his arms over his head until he heard the satisfying pops of his spine cracking in different areas. His pale fingers, hidden under harsh fabric, soon received the same treatment.

Kid didn't even wait for the doctor to pull the long-limbed jacket off of him, he just walked out of the room.

Making his way outside, Kid looked around the long green carpet at all the groups of crazies and the occasional wanderer and found a nice space alone under a tree not too far away.