School Of Devils

Chapter 2

For those people out there who actually add this story to your library, I'm really sorry this chapter came out late. I just had stuffs to do. Anyway, here's chapter 2~

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After Ace and Scarlette got another schedule from the headmaster, Donquixote Doflamingo, she learned that this was no ordinary schools like the previous one she went to. I mean what school would have poison making class? Hand-to-hand combat? Weapon mastery? ..... Fashion Class...? But she did find this one class rather interesting; Devil Fruit Training. Not that she uses any Devil Fruit. Ace told her that this is the only class that consists only of Devil Fruit users, like Ace and his brother, who he said, ate the Gomu Gomu no Mi (Rubber Fruit), and many other users.

"We have the same classes!" the freckled man grinned widely, "isn't that great?"

"Yeah..." the one-eyed woman gave off a small smile.

"Sleep well, Scarlette! See ya' tomorrow! G'night!" he greeted her before exiting her room.

The woman sighed as she plopped onto her king sized bed. After 5 minutes of laying down, she took a set of clothes, a red towel, and her toileteries and headed towards the bathroom. She turned of the faucet for her bath and waited while stripping down her clothes and turned on songs from her music library (not the one from the multimedia), Try by P!nk.

She dipped her body in the not-too-hot water filling her white tub, relaxing her muscles as the soft music ran through her ears. The music ended as she started to wash her hair. The next music came in, Demons by Imagine Dragons. She poured her chocolate and mint shampoo on her hand before rubbing it on her long pink hair. She turned on the faucet for the shower, that was inside with the tub, the warm water removing the shampoo from her silky hair, leaving a minty chocolate scent lingering on the air. She grabbed her rose scented body wash as the music changed one more time to Sarcasm by Get Scared. As she washed her body, she noticed a stitch mark on her back. It was rather long; from her left elbow to her right waist. Her face darkened as the buried memories ressuructed once again, reminding her of her bitter childhood.

Flashback...

"You useless child!" a man gashed a 9-year old girl with a whip, feeling sastified as a yelp escaped her lips and tears fell from her eyes, "I told you to bring me $100 dollars each day, didn't I?!"

"I-I'm sorry!" the girl pleaded, "Please! Please forgive me!"

"NO!" he yelled, grabbing a knife and gashing her in her arm, "IF I HADN'T TAKEN YOU IN, YOU WOULD STILL BE IN THE STREETS! YOU'RE JUST A MONSTER THAT NOBODY WANTS TO HAVE!"

She cried and cried as her small frail body endured the pain given by that cruel man.

After 3 hours of torture, the man left her to bleed. She weakly picked herself up, crawling her way towards a drawer. Taking a first aid kit form inside, she bandaged herself and slowly walking her way towards her room. She laid down on her hard bed as she cried once more. It was always like this - if she didn't give the man $100 by the ned of the day, he would beat her. Even if she did managed to get $100, he would still beat her for his own entertainment.

One day, when she was receiving her daily beating, the front door of the man's house flew open, police squads filling in the room, only to see a 10 year old girl being cut in her back by a man.

"Hands up in the air" one of the police ordered as they raised their guns to the scared man.

Dropping the knife, he raised her arms in the air, not before sending the unconsious girl a glare.