Secrets She Never Knew (OnePiece Fanfiction)

00 | Fated Night

Third Person POV

The screams of her village filled her ears, but all she could do was run. The quaint little town she had once called home was nothing more than a field of hungry red flames now. They hold no memories for her whatsoever. Nothing looked even the tad bit familiar.

        "Mama! Papa!" That was all she could scream out, her sea-green eyes filled with uncontrollable tears as she ran through the inferno. Her brown hair seemed as if to fly with the wind in a messy ponytail from when she had just been playing with her friends mere minutes ago. She ran through the open doors of her small yet cozy cottage near the edge of town. Nothing was recognisable. From the pale-pink curtains to the wooden furniture, everything was either burnt to ashes or charred beyond recognition.

        She ran inside her parents bedroom, only to find her parents lying almost lifeless in a pool of blood.

        "Mama! Papa!" she screamed as she tried to shake them awake, hoping this was all a bad dream, "Mama! Papa! Wake up!"

        They were lifeless and unresponsive. No matter how much she shook them, they still remained the same. She started to weep, curling up into a tight ball. Mama! Papa! Wake up! I don't want to be all alone! As young as she was, she knew that this, may very well be the last time she ever saw her entire village again.

        "Hey, Captain!" A voice rang out, the shadow of the faceless speaker looming over her through the open doorway, "Looks like there's only this little girl left!" Her ears perked up. Only this girl left... Everyone's... Gone... Just like mama and papa... Tears began to roll down her cheeks, Why? Why must everyone... die?

        The whole crew had gathered in front of the doorway by then. "Hohoho... Looks like there's still one little girl left..." His booming voice echoed throughout her ears, "Well, we'll just have to kill her like we did the rest... Nice and slowly..."

        Something in her snapped.

        She glared at the pirates who had attacked--no, killed--her beloved town, eyes mere slits of anger and hatred.

        Her eyes turned a deep blood red, a sadistic smile played on her lips. A wall-like shadow appeared in front of her.

        "What do you think you're doing?!" The captain shouted, agitated, "Get her!" This power... He thought as he stared at the scene in front of him, Th-this level of malice, it can't be?

        His men lunged forward, guns and weapons at the ready. They stopped just an inch away from the wall. A dainty finger pushed against where their weapons collided, a pressure point. A foot stepped out of the shadows, literally, like Alice stepping through the Looking Glass.

        She wore no armour of sort, only a simple flowing black dress, hood draped over her shoulders. Black stockings laced her legs, simple child's combat boots protecting her feet. Her hair had turned a peachy red, a pair of horns adorning her head. Fire danced and twirled around her fingertips, ever at her beck and call. A malicious grin played on her lips,

        "Won't you play with me?"