The world has been taken over by Angels and Demons. Humans have become feeding bags for whichever side caught you in their war. Where did (M/N) fit in all this? He didn't, he was just a puny human who liked reading books after running away from both...
That was the question I had to myself before stepping into an abandoned warehouse. This was off the map but I was tasked to search the place by myself since I was good at solo missions like these. Just today, I've been to around thirty warehouses to take information. There was no one here so I began my quest and successfully found a lot important documents which I carefully stuffed into my bag before rubbing my gloves together from the cold. My beanie kept my head and my thick hoodie kept me warm. I was about to leave to the next building but I saw a man with rich black hair a the letters of 'Death' tattooed onto his knuckles. A demon.
"Scan."
The area in front if me flashed in the darkness, exposing me. Quickly, I dipped by jumping out of the window right before a blue circle encompassed the whole area I was at before. Running down the building, I took multiple turns to confuse the enemy before ducking into a building. I heard running past the building but I lifted up the drain and climbed into it. It was surprisingly clean after a lot of humans went bye bye. Quietly, I made my way back and left the area. After I was sure I was safe, I crawled out before making my way to another area that would lead me back into Whitebeard territory.
Cut!
A knife grazed my cheek and I saw from a far, a man looking like a Victorian Punk Goth standing there proudly with his gang. Oh fuck, my eyes widened and I started running to Whitebeard territory faster even shooting them on my way there. Those bullets came back at me and hit me in the shoulder and others parts. They were running fast. If I couldn't shoot at them then I would shoot the crates down to block the way. It somewhat worked and bought me enough time to enter Whitebeard territory yet they still chased me.
Turning around, I sprinted at the Red Head and his gang before pulling out my book and whacking their heads all in one go before jumping onto the Red Head's with my feet and using that as a panel to launch off towards the safer areas of Whitebeard's headquarters. Now that bought me a few seconds but the blonde haired man with a face mask and scythes caught up to me and cut me down real quick, literally. It hurt but I fought back by shooting him in the leg and the shoulder before running again before they could catch up. I was limping but I kept running.
"Shit! This doll is fast! Makes the game more fun! Everyone except Killer retreat. We're going to have some real fun."
The footsteps of retreating figures came to my ears but my gun that I was holding suddenly pulled back by force. It was as if it was being attracted to the Red Head's hand. I was thrown off balance and the Blonde pinned me to the ground. His large body and weight making it impossible to escape. I had shifted my sling bag to be underneath during my fall. The weird punk crouched down to me as he grabbed my hair and pulled on it to make my face meet his.
"You're really feisty, Doll. I think it's time we get a human, right Killer? He's a looker too, that's quite the nice face even when it's bleeding. He- OW THE FUCK?!"
I bit the hand that Punk tried to use to get close to my face before headbutting him in the balls and kicking Killer in the balls too. Grabbing the ground, I threw gravel into their faces before leaving and seeing an unfamiliar face down towards the end of the road, Shanks. He noticed how roughened up I looked before pushing me behind him when those two came running. The glare Shanks gave was enough to make them stop in their tracks. His glare was terrifying. They left begrudgingly after noticing Shanks's outstretched arm wielding his sword.
"Damn love, you alright?"
"Uhm ...need to sit... feeling dizzy"
I fell onto Shanks who panicked over my cuts before taking me to Whitebeard. He ran quickly while I losing a lot of blood. His speed was very scary since a thirty minute run for me at the fastest I could go was a two minute run for him. Everyone was first extremely on guard since Shanks made a lot of people pass out without even seemingly wanting to do so. He came across one of the commanders held me out to him, Vista. I groaned in pain. Shanks was extremely calm yet I could see some panic.
"How did this happen?! There's no time, come with me!" Vista hurriedly called out to Shanks.
"I'm sleepy...can I sleep?" I asked Vista
"No,no, not yet... Marco! Where are you?!"
Keeping my eyes open, I saw the hallways change into the one that would be the infirmary. Marco was sitting in he chair and doing work, he came rushing over to help while Shanks watched from the side. Marco turned into his phoenix form and began on healing my massive cut after Vista took off my shirt and bag on the back before turning on my back. It was nice and warm for everything to slowly close up. Once I was stable, Marco let me sleep. Weakly, I thanked Shanks before drifting off.
Third P.O.V
"So how did you find (M/N)-yoi?"
"I was taking a walk back after the talk with Whitebeard about business but found him getting hunted by the two of the Worst Generation. Eustass Kid and Killer."
"I'm surprised he managed to outrun even them yoi. (M/N)-yoi is really fast. Thanks for bringing him Vista-yoi, now he just needs rest." Marco remarked
Shanks left the room with a dark expression, those two Worst Generation had angered him before but this was on a new scale. He won't play nice next time he sees them. Shanks left through a portal to his Palace as Vista left the room, worrying over the youngest. Marco sighed a pulled the chair next to (M/N) before reading a book to calm his nerves. Marco hoped (M/N) would be alright. He likes him way too much now.
A/N: Thanks for reading!
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