Secrets She Never Knew (OnePiece Fanfiction)

03 | Demon

Previously...

Polchemy smirked, rather evilly, I have to say, "Alright then. If you don't know, then that's that," he paused to cackle before he continued, "We'll help you remember so don't worry..."

With that, they carried Luffy off. He kept on screaming and shouted at them, I've got a bad feeling about this...

I jumped down onto the forest floor. Ace and Sabo were discussing on what to do. "You guys move the treasure, I'll go check on Luffy."

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Sayeko's POV

Goddamn it! Where the hell'd they go?!?! I screamed at myself for not having gone after him earlier. I was so distracted!!!

The sun glimmered its brilliant orange glow as it sat just above the horizon. The sky was hued a bright reddish pink, a tinge of indigo in the background but I could care less right now. All that filled my mind was finding Luffy. I got so distracted when I passed by the music shop in town!!!

"OI! LUFFY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!!!" My shouts echoed across the entire area as I ran around Grey Terminal, Goddamn it! Why the hell does this place have to be so big?!?! Forgive my use of such vulgar words.

Suddenly, a familiar wisp of rubber caught my nose. On instinct, I followed the smell, my pace unfaltering.

"Answer me!" A familiar deep and gruff voice reached my impossibly sensitive ears. A punch came soon after, I knew. That unmistakable sound you make when you get punched in the face. There was also another sound, a small splattering sound, like when you splash paint onto the walls. An image, or rather a vision filled my mind.

A rope swung from side to side like a pendulum in the middle of the abandoned warehouse. That same punching sound echoed in the air. Blood was on the floor. Then, I saw him--Luffy. His straw hat hung limp behind him but what alarmed me was the state he was in. His face was splattered with his own blood, dripping ever so slowly to the dirt floor below. His eyes were closed but you could clearly see the tears he had, glistening in the darkening sunset. Then, there was the bastard--Polchemy. Again, forgive my use of such vulgar words. He was breathing heavily, gloves adorning his hands. They were not ordinary gloves, though. I gasped when I saw blood dripping off the deadly-looking spikes that covered the top part of the glove where the palm was at.

Then, everything clicked into place.

Instantly, I knew where to find him. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as the wind blew past my face, stinging my eyes. I could care less. All I knew was that I had to find him, fast. It was my fault he had been in that state. If I had come earlier...

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Third Person POV

A blurry figure. That was all that could be seen as a ten-year-old girl ran across the Grey Terminal to the old abandoned warehouse in the distance. The sounds emitted from it from the warehouse were horrible. It was as if a child was being tortured into telling someone a secret location. That was exactly what was happening.

One would think, Why would he not tell a thing? Would it not be better that way? That was not the case for this child. No matter what, his lips refused to tell the torturer that location, his brain simply refusing to let him do so. Or rather, his conscience. Certainly, one would think that letting the secret loose would be much better than being tortured, but the boy held on, hoping for someone to save him.