《One Piece's Bloody Psychopath》
Chapter 1 - A Gods Offer
"Get in." The guard said, shoving another man inside. "Is the Death Chair ready for this bastard?" The guard questioned another one, receiving a fierce nod.
Turning around, the soon-to-be corpse gave one last look at the gathered group of guards, all of their plasma rifles pointed at him, ready to erase him from the face of the earth if he didn''t comply.
Reigning in a cold glare, the man slowly made his way to the chair and sat down on it, closing his eyes. Immediately, a pair of cuffs rose up from the chair, locking his neck, hands, and legs to the chair.
"According to the Prisoner Edict of 5042, you have the right to some last words. They will be available for everyone involved in your case to hear." The first guard said, his voice cold and emotionless.
Humming softly, the man closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. "I don''t have anything to say. No, perhaps, the only thing I can say here is that I wish you''d just killed me five hundred years ago."
The guard didn''t say anything as he nodded to another man dressed in black and wearing a black veil around his head. Receiving his confirmation, the man clicked a button on the control panelhidden in a wall.
Destructive plasma flowed from the chair into the man. Given the strength of the bodies of humanity in this day and age, electricity would only barely tickle.
The man didn''t even scream as his body roasted from the inside. His eyes held a sort of resignation, along with a pretty visible trace of relief. Finally, a minute later, all that remained of the prisoner was a charred corpse.
Just like that, an infamous murderer''s life came to a close.
Or so should have been.
"Ohohoh, look at you, brat. You look disgusting" A voice resonated from within the void.
A soul floated there. Well, floated might not be the appropriate term, since space, direction, time and all that jazz were pretty messed up within the void.
The soul itself was heavily torn, and instead of the usual white and gray colors of a normal soul, this one was colored almost entirely red.
There was a pregnant pause as the soul realized it hadn''t actually died. Well, not in the conventional sense, at least.
"I''m... alive?" A small voice came from the soul. "Hah, no. You''re dead alright. However, I, the great and awesome Borg of Barg, have decided that you''re worthy of reincarnating!"
There was another pause as the soul comprehended everything that was happening. "So you''re gonna give a second chance to a sinner like me?"Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
"Well, I wouldn''t really call it a second chance. Jokes aside, it''s a hobby of mine to collect and reincarnate special souls. You fit the criteria, and you''ve done some... entertaining things in your life." The voice said it''s tone containing a small trace of mockery.
"Understatement of the century" The soul hummed. "Say, if I asked you to just end me right here and right now, would you do it?"
"Of course not. I may be a god and whatnot, but even we have some rules we have to follow. One of those is that extinguishing souls is the biggest no-no of no-nos." It said with a small tremble of fear at the end.
"Anyways, since I''ve chosen you, I''ll give you something you like. Although, don''t expect much. There are limits to my power."
The soul ''looked'' thoughtful. It was still in half-wondering if it was either delusional, comatose, in an illusion, or all three. Still, when life gives you lemons, take them and don''t complain too much.
"I don''t really care. Am I going back to my old world?" The soul asked.
"No. That''d be boring" The god chuckled. Although the soul really couldn''t see anything, it couldfeel the god''s smirk.
"Well, that''s cool. Then, I want my gift to be your head." The soul said.
There was a heavy silence after that."Hmm... Denied. Do find something that doesn''t make me wonder if what I''m doing is a bad idea."
"Can I have your lover?"
"Brat, before I decide to reincarnate you as a bug, learn some respect." The god said, some helplessness in his voice.
"Well, aren''t you boring. I don''t really care for gifts or whatever else you have in mind, just give me the best body and mind you can give me" The soul said, no emotion in its voice still.
"... Fine. Enjoy your new life. Oh, and do beware of the monthly monster." The god giggled slightly after that. The soul immediately felt like something bad was happening.
"Pardon?" The soul asked, but instead of a response, it felt its consciousness shut down, and like that, it was reincarnated.
The birthing process was painful, long, and something that the ex-soul would happily never again go through.
There were some voices here and there, and after a bit, there was an ear-blowing scream that could only belong to a baby. As if on cue, the ex-soul remembered that, fun fact, babies love screaming.
And she was a baby.
Cue screaming.
The following months passed by in a blur of breastfeeding, napping, and diaper changing. And oh boy did the ex-soul hate every second of it.
Although, things were starting to make a bit more sense now that around 3-4 months had passed. Or at least the ex-soul thought that long had passed. No way to make sure, after all.
Craning his head from his crib, the ex-soul took one good look at himself, looking at the chubby baby arms that could barely move. His gaze slowly traveled downwards until it rested on his crotch.
''Oh. No penis.'' He thought. ''Oooh. I get the joke now. I still don''t like it.'' He, now she, thought, and that was that.
Closing her eyes, she tried going back asleep. Keyword being tried, as the shitty true baby in the crib right next to hers decided that right now would be anamazing time to scream.
''God, my dear, if you''re listening, please do consider fulfilling that first wish for me, because I really could use a head to throw at that shit-eater.'' She thought as her ''parents'' rushed into the room and immediately began caring for her fellow baby.
''Hey, at least my mom''s hot'' She thought, looking at her mother. Although her eyes were still underdeveloped, she could at least see somewhat now. A big step up from the confusing blur that everything had been when she was reborn.
With those thoughts floating around her head, she fell asleep to the lullaby her ''mother'' was singing to the shitty thing that was this new life''s brother.
Could have been worse, she supposed.
Chapter 2 - Neglectful Parents
She was about to murder something. Or someone. She wasn''t picky.
No, but seriously, why wasn''t that god damned brother of hers not shutting his shit-eating mouth up. If she could, she would have long since ripped open his jaw and forced it into his ass.
Also, she had a name now. Well, a new name at least. Laura, or as her ''mother'' called her, Lulu.
It was cute, and she hated it. Well, actually, no she didn''t, but she wanted to hate something, so her name would have to do. Her brother was next, and then her parents, one of which she was pretty sure was about to kick the bucket.
As a one-year-old, she''d graduated from unmoving poop-maker to crawling poop-maker. Such achievements merited a feast, no? Surely her parents would get on their knees and offer her several virgin hearts as a sacrifice to her.
Shame they hadn''t done so yet.
Also, from what she could see, which was admittedly pretty little, her daddy dearest was kind of a big deal. Maybe. He had a lot of people coming every day on their ship to speak, and most of them seemed to admire him.
Oh, yes, did she forget to mention they lived on a fucking ship? Talk about moving homes too many times. Forget that, her house was a moving home itself.
As Laura watched her mommy dearest play with the shit-eater that was her brother, looking just a little paler and weaker every minute, she wondered if she could somehow make the hag kick the bucket earlier. Maybe she could poison her with her evil thoughts? Who knows, she''d seen both her father and mother do some pretty crazy shit before, like covering themselves in black stuff. Talk about social progress, at least this world wasn''t racist.
Fingers crossed it was and she''d have an excuse to kill people.
As her mother got up and left, knees shaking slightly, Laura was suddenly assaulted by the shit-eater baby. Well, more like slowly crawled towards and then babbled at, but it was pretty much the same thing.
Moving backward at a safe distance from what she could swear were hands that had just gone into a diaper, Laura wondered the possible repercussions if she were to accidentally strangle the baby.
Well, there was time for that later, when she wasn''t so helpless. For now, she settled on glaring at the shit-eater. It worked wonders as the little thing, stupid as it was, realized the ''fuck off now before I murder you'' message. Or maybe the toy to the left suddenly caught it''s attention more than the weird creepy brat.
Laura would take her victories where she could find them.
Sniffing haughtily, Laura crawled away on all four, internally debating on whether she should find a knife to draw some of her blood out. It usually helped when she was beginning to feel murderous, and oh boy, after a year of torture worst than what the mafia had done to the past him, she was feeling slaughterous.
Or just a bit frustrated at being a shitty little baby. Basically the same thing though.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.
Ah, and weren''t those delicious screams of pain and war? Oh, they were. And they were coming closer.
Laura blinked a couple of times before shuffling off to the side of the room, hiding her cute little chubby body under a pile of blankets, leaving only an eye out. Hopefully, the other shitty brat would die.
The door burst open as a bloodied man that had several pretty bad slashes across his body entered the room, eyes gleaming with madness as he searched the room for life, and immediately, they landed on Laura''s brother.
With a war cry filled with ecstasy, the man launched himself forward, sword at the ready, and then... tripped.
And fell on his own sword. Head first.
Laura blinked a couple of times. Well, wasn''t that a pathetic way to die.
She strained her ears for more hostile sounds but was instead answered by a wrathful god in the form of a father, eyes glazing in an absolute fury that left even poor little cute and helpless Laura feeling a little apprehensive.
His eyes assessed the situation, and she could swear his eyebrows were raised to the absolute limit. He still decapitated the man as he immediately took the other brat in his arms, who had still not understood what was happening.
"Luffy, where is Laura?" Her dad asked anxiously, voice filled with fear. Laura felt a strange jolt through her heart. But that was impossible, she couldn''t... Ah, no, she''d just tripped and fell forward, chest first. Now that made sense.
"Laura!" Her dad almost yelled, relief evident in his voice as he quickly picked her up. In less than a couple seconds, they were on the other side of the rather large ship, talking with some other weird dudes.
"I... I can''t take care of them. I don''t want them to see what happened to their mother." Her dad said, voice shaky. Yay, so he''d just leave them for dead? You rock, fake and shitty dad.
"Lord Dragon, what will you do?" The other man said, his eyes soft. Please just hand me off to an orphanage and never show yourself again thank you,
"I... I''ll give them to Father. He might not be there most of the time, but at least they''ll be safe." Yes! You''re an amazing dad for not being here, thank you so much now go and hang yourself, Laura cheered inside, but her face remained stoic as always. Probably weird for a child, but eh, she''d seen weirder stuff, and she was sure these fellows had too.
Fingers crossed she wouldn''t be accused of being a devil and burned at the stake.
And like that, the next day, both me and the shit-eater were handed off to a huge man with a weird dog costume. Is he a furry? she loved furries. They screamed so much when she fed them to her cute little wolves.
Alas, he wasn''t a furry, but he was insane, violent, obsessive, and with an attention span rivaling that of the shit-eater. Laura just kinda faded into the background except when she needed food while the shit-eater took up all of the big guy''s attention.
By the week''s end, she was pretty sure the big guy forgot she even existed. That may have been because she hid away when he came and only ever asked for milk and sludge from the tall and thin guy that always accompanied the fat one. Huh. Talk about stereotypes.
As the ship they were on landed, she was met with sweet, sweet land. When the big man noticed her, he''d actually had the gall to look confused and ask her who she was. She''d just stared at him like he was stupid as the thin man coughed and reminded him she was, coincidentally, also his grand-daughter.
It was actually pretty funny looking at him being so ashamed. He''d roared in laughter, if not a bit awkwardly, and swung her up and carried her along with the shit-eater to the island which she''d only seen through the cabin''s window.
There, they were handed off to random woman number 55, and then promptly abandoned. She liked this kind of parenting, keep the trend up, please.
The woman introduced herself as Makino. Well, more like spoke to us in baby-talk, as the shit-eater blabbered incoherent sentences back and she just stared at her with the trademark creepy eyes?. She didn''t even flinch. What a strong woman.
She was put in a little crib, and for the next couple months, she did just about everything that babies did, which amounted to basically nothing. It wasn''t fun.
Oh well. That''s what she''d get for being caught in her previous life.
Chapter 3 - Childhood Fun
"Come on, Laura-chan, stop glaring at me. I promise you''ll like it!" Makino said, trying to put me in a pink, frilly little dress.
"No. Go die," I said as I hid under the bed further. "Don''t you say that, young lady! Who taught you to speak like that!" Makino screamed.
I didn''t answer as I snapped and bit at any hand that came my way. After a couple of minutes, Makino sighed and rubbed her face.
"If you put this on and be good for the day, I''ll give you a slice of cake?" Makino offered, crouched down so she could look at me, who abused my small form to hide under the bed.
"Two slices and it''s a deal," I said. Pride? Pfft. Who needs that when you have a delicious cake.
"Fine..." Makino sighed, and I cautiously climbed out from the bed, ready to dart at the first sign of betrayal. There was none as Makino stood there expectantly, pink dress in hand.
I grumbled a little as she put my tiny four-year-old body in the dress. I would never understand this woman, I did everything I could to scare her away from me, but she kept coming back every single fucking time.
Once, I literally bit her hand so hard it bled, but she''d still ended up winning and forcing me into doing whatever she''d wanted me to do. Can''t remember what though.
As I grumbled and mumbled, Makino finally finished her last touches and gave me a small smile as an okay to go. I dashed out of the room and down into the bar that Makino owned.
I glared at anyone and anything that looked at me. The people here had long since gotten used to the fact that if they dared tease me, bad things would happen.
Grabbing two slices of pie off of the kitchen stove, I ran off into the town, eating the sweet little things as I made my way to the port, my favorite hang-out place.
Letting out a small burp, I looked down at myself. Grimacing, I realized that maybe it was time to start training, but I had no experience in how to train a brat''s body. Or training at all, really. In my old world, genetical enhancement was the big deal, but in this world, you do it the old fashioned way and somehow it works wonders.
Also, pirates. No idea why. They''re pretty dumb, to be honest. Also, the shit-eater wanted to be one, no idea why. He was screaming his head off the other day about wanting to be the pirate king and whatnot. Hah, king of the seas, my cute female ass. A brat like him would die the first day out at sea, I bet all my nonexistent money on it.
Kinda hoping that would happen. Or not. That''d be too quick. Brat needed a good painful death to show him the cruelty of this world, his innocence made me cringe...
As I thought all of this with a dark face, I bumped into someone. Blinking, I looked up at the tower of a man in front of me, who was bent over and looking at me with scrutinous eyes.
"... You''re ugly. You should hang yourself. Also, good morning, grandfather. How are you doing?" I said in quick succession, my blank face never changing. It was a neat trick that confused people. First, insult them, then, act normal. It threw them off, and it worked wond-
A laugh escaped the old man as he strangled and tried to kill me oh god i''m dying hugged me in a very enthusiastic manner. "Ah, you sound just like this old man of yours! Laura, wasn''t it? Hehe, where''s the other brat? Grandpa Garp''s here to give you a crash course on everything a good marine needs to know!"Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.
"Ah, he''s at Makino''s." I gasped, trying to breathe. "I-I can''t breathe!" I tried to scream, and finally, the old man quickly let me go.
I fell on my butt, heaving for breath, and then GLARED at the man with everything I had. With a huff, I walked off, feet stomping on the ground.
Behind me, the shitty old man scratched his head, talking to the thin man that I remember from the ship, saying something along the lines of "What''d I do wrong?"
Answer: Everything. Die, please. Do the world a favor.
Eyebrows furrowed and eyes filled with venom, I ran off to Makino''s. Despite his attempt to kill me and my desire to do otherwise, I''d heard from the idiots here that Garp was a Big Deal, like, father level of Big Deal. Thus, training of any kind from such a figure would very much be appreciated.
Reaching the bar, I quietly entered and found Luffy sitting quietly in a corner by himself, looking wide-eyed at all the people in the place.
Sneaking up behind him, I grabbed his ear and dragged him, ignoring the ''ows'' that he made. "Laura! Stop! What did I do this time!" Luffy cried in pain, and I snarled at him. "Nothing. Our grandfather, the one that never bothered show up before, decided that now was a splendid time to show up."
With practiced ease, I dragged him out of the building and was immediately met with my grandfather, who looked a bit put out. I released Luffy, who immediately took a nice chunk of distance away from me, and I glared at the man as I crossed my little kiddy arms under my non-existent chest. "Well, train us," I said.
Grandpa blinked.
I regret everything, I moaned, 5 days later. The fucking madman, I may not be an expert, but you do not train a child by throwing him/her at wild animals and say ''deal with it, or no dinner''. The fucking madman, crazy, bastard, insane, retarded, psychopathic, blind, deaf, dumb... Uh... Ugly. He''s all of that and more.
I grumbled as I carefully nursed my own body, occasionally checking the crybaby next to me wasn''t fucking up too bad. Makino was standing in the hallway, looking very much concerned.
Useless woman. Concern means nothing to me.
I glanced at Luffy and gave him a sharp slap on the head. "Idiot. You''ll stop bloodflow if you tie it that tight. How the hell can you be so stupid?!" I gritted my teeth, ignoring Makino''s sharp cry of "Language, Laura!"
Luffy was about ready to cry as I undid the bandaid on his arm and reapplied it. The useless child, I was kinda hoping he''d get eaten by one of the dumb beasts, but nooo, he just had to run towards me.
I had to beat them all by throwing sticks and stones at their faces until they ran away, all the while desperately dodging. I was four years old for god''s sake. When Grandpa had tried to take away dinner, hell had broken loose, and the man''s eyes were wide as saucers by the time my insult-fest was done and I''d ran away to avoid the repercussion called Makino.
"Laura..." Luffy''s small voice called out as I checked over his bandages. I grunted in response, trying to urge him to say whatever was on his mind by willpower alone.
"I... I-I''m sorry I w-was useless..." Big, fat tears were streaming out now. "I-I even got y-you hurt!" He cried, pointing at the rather bad slash I''d got across my shoulder from having to tackle Luffy out of a dumb monkey''s charge.
"Will you shut up already? If you feel useless, then next time, grind yourself to dust so you won''t be useless the time after. Cry all you want, I don''t care, but next time, don''t just stand there and wait for one of the dumb animals to eat you." I grumbled. Alright, maybe the kid was growing a teeny tiny bit on me. I''d still feed him to the animals first chance I got, though.
He sniffled as he wiped his eyes, showing a bright smile afterward. "O-okay!" He said, fist-pumping.
Breakfast next morning was rather awkward, with Grandpa having joined us, but looking distinctly out of his depth after the horrible chew-out I''d given him the day before. Getting scolded by his four-year-old niece and not even being able to come up with a counterargument. What a sad man.
By the end of breakfast, I stood up, grabbing Luffy by his shoulder and heaving him up. "Grandpa dearest, please train us today too. To be marines and whatnot." I said. There was silence for a couple
The silence was broken by Luffy, who instantly shouted, "But I wanna be a pir-" He was shut up as a guffawing Garps easily picked both of us up. "Bwahaha, now that''s my granddaughter! Alright, let''s go!"
While he was still an insane maniac hell-bent on murdering us, as long as he was more careful and aware of our age, his methods yielded results, so who was I to complain?
Chapter 4 - The Red Weirdo
"Huff..." I exhaled, breath coming short. With a last ditch effort, I shakily pushed the large rock that I was holding above my torso up one last time before dropping it to the side.
Panting, I caught my breath and quickly drank all the water I''d brought with me. "Hah... only 900..." I murmured, annoyed.
I''d been aiming for 1000 lifts, but I guess that''d be too much considering I was using an almost boulder that must''ve weighed at least 200 kilos.
Snarling at a random insect that looked at me wrong, I pushed myself to my feet and began stretching my cute little 7-year old, doing all sorts of exercises that I remember doing some time in the earlier parts of my life, back when I was still a mere 100-year old brat.
About that, it was quite the culture shock learning that, in this world, even living past 70 makes you ancient. In my old world, being 200 years old was merely considered getting out of your teenage years. People weren''t that easy to kill back there.
After a couple of hours of stretching and cooling off, I set back for town. Lately, I''d begun spending less and less time there, considering I was finally beginning to obtain some much-needed independence. Food I could hunt and find, water was easy enough to find in the various rivers, and clothes... well, those I still needed to borrow, but eh. Small steps bring one a long way.
As I entered the town, I saw several kids pointing at me while whispering to each other and giggling. When they looked back at me, I was glaring at them with my death glare?, my teeth showing and eyes narrowed.
They screamed and scampered off. They''d learned their lesson some time ago, when they decided that, hey, pushing me was an amazing idea.
I''d beaten them bloody. I wouldn''t have stopped if Makino hadn''t stopped me either. Bloody damned brats deserved it.
I frowned darkly as I watched them run off. I really needed to get my hands on some critters again, preferably rabbits. The last one had only cooled off my ''dark side'' for a bit. If I didn''t, I might do something that won''t benefit me.
Entering the dumb bar that the bitch owned, I slammed open the door with my foot and walked inside. I glared at anything and anyone that moved before swiftly running off towards my room.
There, I changed into a new set of clothes, which consisted of simple shorts and a t-shirt. I idly toyed with my hair as I did so, and considering it had fallen to shoulder length, it wasn''t too bad.
I''d always admired long hair, but in my last life, I hadn''t had the time to manage it. Perhaps, in this world, I might, who knows.
Me and my shitface brother shared a room, but it was more a formality than anything else. I often slept out of the town, in the trees. It was training for when I won''t have a bed to sleep in, because god damn it, I will leave this town one day, and I got no money.
Garps had been really getting on Luffy''s case lately about the whole pirate-y thing. Apparently, he wasn''t very happy about that whole thing, and I could see why. I mean, I''d finally gotten reading the weird language of this world down, so I''d had time to study, and from what I read, Garp was one of the big marines of the era.
Furthermore, daddy dearest, although nobody mentioned it, I knew what and who he was. Dragon wasn''t an easy name to forget, after all, and the most wanted criminal was also easy enough to find in at least one book.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.
Thus, Garp was afraid Luffy would turn out like him. As for me?
I''d threatened to slit my throat if he dared to force me into doing something I didn''t want. Garp didn''t push the case then, especially after I promised that piracy wasn''t really my thing, but I didn''t tell him what I wanted to do.
Mostly because I had no idea either, but hey ho, life goes on regardless.
I spent the next hour in bed, resting my exhausted body while munching on some snacks I''d gathered up and hidden under my bed. Shitface macgee, a.k.a Luffy, knew very well not to take my stuff after one time he did so.
He learned his lesson pretty quickly after that.
I got the feeling Luffy wanted to be closer to me, more like siblings. Pushing aside all my insanity and several mental issues, Luffy truly was a one-of-a-kind kid. He was a sweetheart, if not without flaws. Still, he had a charisma and love that truly impressed me.
But I simply couldn''t give that kind of bond to him. I wasn''t sad or anything because of it, but it was a bit regretful. I''d ended up mostly avoiding him or being outright mean to him in order to keep an emotional and sometimes physical distance between us.
Thinking about such useless and meaningless things, I barely even noticed as a commotion seemed to be going on downstairs. I ignored it for a good while until the noise was too much to bear and, with a dark look on my face, got up from my bed and went to take a look.
A bunch of no-good pirates danced and pranced about, doing whatever pirates do in a shitty town like this. Also alcohol. Lots of that crappy stuff.
And, oh my, weren''t those the famous ''come-hither'' eyes that Makino was making towards a red-headed hottie? Welp, blackmail obtained. Now, if she pisses me off again, I''ll just drown the dumb redhead.
I spotted Luffy excitedly talking to the pirates. Oh, yeah. Pirates. Luffy. Fuck my life, Garps will murder us all. The insane bastard didn''t hold his punches when he got pissed.
Although I''m pretty sure I''d be a smear on the wall if he truly meant to harm us. Good thing he''s too much of an idiot not to do so.
As I leaned with my back against a wall, hidden from view of most of the pirates and customers, I continued watching as that absolute retard of a brother of mine decided that stabbing himself was an amazing idea.
"You idiot! What in the devil''s name are you thinking!? Did your brain finally commit suicide or were you born this stupid!?" I roared as I marched towards him, anger rolling off of me.
"L-laura!" Luffy cried, holding his rather deep cut as Makino and the weirdo fussed over him. Makino had a strange look in her face while the man looked surprised.
"Dumb idiot, stupid, retarded, no-brained moron! I can''t believe you''d be so stupid, if you wanted to kill yourself, the throat is much faster and less painful. Then you''d be able to show mister ''I''m a pirate, get on your knees and suck my dick'' that you truly have a pair of balls!" I roared at him, pushing Makino and the man off of him as I dragged him by the ear away, all the while insults continued to spew out of my mouth like bullets from a machine gun.
The man was asking Makino some questions, looking rather bewildered, while Makino was holding her face in her hands. Bitch, I''m the ashamed one. You''ve raised this brat like shit, shame on you.
I dragged the shitty child off to our room, where I kept some medical supplies at the ready. Luffy was crying and wailing, snot running down his nose. Gross.
"Shut up, will you? I get it, the red dude is cool, but you really should think before doing something like this. What if the knife was dirty? Then you''d get an infection, and maybe you''d die. Can''t be a pirate if you''re dead." Or maybe you can. I don''t fucking know, this world is weird.
"S-sorry..." Luffy sniffled. I snarled slightly but still stitched the thing back, carefully avoiding his eyes and making sure there was as little pain as possible. An hour later, I''d done everything I could.
"Dumbass. Go back to jerking off the redheaded pedophile, I don''t care, just try being more careful, okay? I don''t particularly care if you hurt yourself, but Makino and the other idiots in this town will, and then I''ll get blamed." I grumbled before shoving him outside of the room.
Making sure Luffy had left and gone on his merry way, I sneaked out of the bar via window before running off towards the forest. All this drama had made my perversion with murder tingle, and I really needed to get my cute little hands on something breathing.
Chapter 5 - Pedophile & Brats
The weirdo is following me. I knew he was a pedophile, I called it, and now I''m going to get raped and then murdered. Either that or he''s going to sell me into slavery.
Hopefully the latter. I''m not into kinky play.
I turn around and glare at the man that was casually walking behind me, arms behind his head and a broad grin on his face. Hot damn, he looks so damn punchable.
"What the fuck do you want, creep?" I asked as I tried my death glare? on him. Didn''t seem to work though, so at least this man had balls of steel.
Maybe rape would be better than slavery then. At least it''d be a bit more fun.
He coughed and spluttered, waving his arms around like either a lunatic or just an idiot. "I''m not a creep! You''re the creep, creep!"
Trying to burn him to death with my glare, I retorted with as much venom as possible. "Bitch, you stalk cute little 7-year old me at night, in the middle of nowhere, with nobody as witnesses. If you want to rape me, then fucking do it already!"
"I''m no rapist!" The red-head cried out, eyes wide. "What even gave you the idea?"
I rolled my eyes at the retard. "Oh, I don''t know, maybe the fact you''re stalking cute little me at night with no apparent reason? If you''re so desperate for sex, the bitch looked just about ready to eat you alive. She''d be more fun than me." I pointed out.
The man groaned as he put his head in his hands. "Makino warned me you were... temperamental. But I didn''t expect Luffy''s sister to be so... different..." He murmured, looking at me with weirded out eyes.
I wanted to carve this man''s intestines out and shove them up into his asshole. Shame he was much stronger than me. "Oh, I''m soooo sorry for not being a little carbon copy of the little shit-eater. Guess what, I don''t give a fuck! Go die, please, and do the world a favor. Also, take the bitch and that shitty brother with you and give me all your money while you do so." I ordered. He was looking at me with much more serious eyes now.
"Don''t insult your brother and Makino like that." The man warned, and I felt a chill go up to my spine. Holy damn, this man was a pervert for sure.
"I''ll speak of them however I want." I hissed out, ready to dart at the first sign of hostility from the red-head.
There was none as he took one, long look at me before turning around and leaving. "I still say you''re a rapist!" I screamed after him, and I sweat he stumbled a bit. "Brat!" He yelled back, but I''d long since run away.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.
For the next week, I mostly hid in the forest, not coming back to the town at all. I wasn''t feeling particularly brave in facing any of those pirates, as they all gave me the chills.
Obviously pretty strong. Dangerous.
Not that I really needed to face the pirates, as they seemed like a relaxed bunch, but I still didn''t want to see them. It''s a matter of pride, you see.
I whipped out the knife I''d stolen from Makino''s kitchen as a rather small tiger jumped my way, teeth showing and hunger in its eyes.
Easily dodging the dumb thing, I stabbed my knife into its side and carved a nice, long, thick line through its belly. Its screams only fueled my lust as I jumped on the thing, abusing my insane strength that no 7-year old should have to force it''s head to the ground as I slowly dismembered it alive.
Finally, when it stopped struggling, I cut off its head and ended my little tension-releasing session. Nothing like some bloody murder to light up the day, my father used to say.
Well, he didn''t, but that''s what he said when I forced him to with a plasma rifle to his face. My father wasn''t a very... fun man.
I licked the knife clean of the blood, savoring the metallic taste. It was probably time to go back to the village by now, even if the pirates hadn''t left and there''s a fucking brat looking at me.
A black-haired ugly brat, along with an even uglier blond one, was hiding behind a tree, looking at me as I sat on the tiger''s corpse, licking my knife.
Well, now that just wouldn''t do, would it?
Giggling, I turned to fully look at the pair, my eyes gleaming with practiced madness. It''s intentional, I say. It''s not, the psychiatrists said.
I murdered the psychiatrists.
"Hehehaaaaaahhh... Come here, kiddos~ Let cute little me have a taste of your screams~!" I sang as I approached them, taking out another knife from my belt.
The blond one screamed and fell on his rear as the black-haired one gritted his teeth and pulled out a pipe. He didn''t seem too keen on speaking or screaming though. I''d have to fix that.
"How cute... Do you think you can resist? I''m going to-" I didn''t get the chance to finish as I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"Ah..." I said, frozen still as I turned with a stiff smile towards a certain red-head. Why the fuck was he still here!?
"... You''re worse than I thought." The red-head commented. "Good thing I showed up in time." He added, almost as an afterthought.
"So, the rapist shows up. Are you going to kill me? If you do, please tell Luffy that I''d like him to join me in hell as quickly as he can." I said with narrowed eyes. The brats could wait, the man was a bit more dangerous.
"You''re messed up, kid. If it were up to me, I would have long since handed you to the marines, regardless that I''m a pirate. But, out of respect for Luffy, I''m just going to let you off with a warning." He said as he idly toyed with the sword on his hip.
A dense pressure fell on me, forcing me to my knees as I gasped. The brats behind me felt it too, judging by their gasps.
"Don''t touch Luffy or his friends" He said, voice incredibly intimidating.
Then, he left.
I got up, knees shaking. I turned to the two brats, who were still in shock. I wasn''t feeling very merciful, but I really didn''t want to toe the red-head''s line.
"Dumb retards got me into a situation. I hope you get eaten alive by whatever beast finds you. Hang yourself." I hissed before leaving as well.
I had some serious training to do. I''d seen a glimpse of what the top of this world can do, and I was nowhere near it. I needed more, a lot more.
Chapter 6 - Sweet Gifts
Luffy had been kidnapped. By our grandfather.
Why in the nine hells had Luffy been kidnapped by our grandfather!?
"What the hell do you mean? Huh!? I tell you to keep an eye on the brat, and all you can do is tell me this shit??" I scream at the boy''s face as I hoisted him up with one hand. He looked on the verge of crying.
Not that such a thing would work on me.
"I-I don''t know! The big, scary man came and dragged Luffy away!" So he did cry. Bah.
"Hmph." I released the brat, allowing him to fall to the floor. I walked away with angry steps, stomping the ground in an attempt to placate my anger.
"Dumb old man. Good thing I was in the forest or god knows he''d have caught me too." I shivered. It was 8 now, and it had been quite a long time since I''d come back to the shitty village.
I''d occasionally drop by Makino to get some necessities and to make sure she didn''t do something drastic, like, say, send an angry Garp after me.
I wasn''t very impressed. I didn''t know much of what had happened in the village in the past months, as after the red-haired man, Shanks I think, had given me the fright of this life, I''d been quite keen on keeping myself nice and far away from the village.
Not that it stopped me from occasionally getting some stress relief from thevolunteering beasties.
"Ugh..." I bemoaned. I''d sucked this town dry of everything it had to offer. I already knew far more than any of these neanderthalscould ever possibly hope to know based on the knowledge from my past life alone, but I still lacked some of the essentials that everyone in this world knew.
It would probably be for the best if I left. I hadn''t seen Luffy in quite some time, but that didn''t really matter. He was annoying, bratty, and lacked any sense of property. I still remembered when he walked into my (our) room when I was naked.
I''d tried teasing him with my smoking hot female body (~6 at the time), but he didn''t even blush. What a letdown.
I stroked my chin as I thought about all of this while walking around town. It was pathetically small, probably around one or two thousand people in it, so it lacked the atmosphere of the big cities that I enjoyed.
Kids shed away from the mere sight of me, and even the adults looked wary. I''d built up a reputation as the biggest ''bully'' in town, although all I really did was occasionally beat down a couple of kids who thought they could look at me funny. And if they got broken bones from it and their parents had ended up with black eyes... Well, not my problem.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.
I sneaked into my room, easily evading both Makino and the customers through my amazing ninja skills... Or rather, sneaked through the window. Details, details.
I grabbed a random backpack and threw inside a couple of clothes. Underwear, shirts, pants, a hat, weird red fruit, weird book, a... What?
I halted everything as I looked at the fruit and book I''d just thrown into my bag. Where thefuck had those come from? I swear they weren''t there before.
And the reason literally floated down from above. Onto my head.
Eyes twitching, I grabbed the letter that had magically appeared on my head and carefully opened it while wishing I could rip it.
[Hey, dearie~. I felt bad about giving you so little. Thus, the great and amazing me, your handsome and badass god, gifted you these little toys! Don''t worry, you''ll love them. Also, please don''t murder your brother. He''s quite important!]
Ok. I ripped it the second I finished.
With a huff, I sat my butt down on the bed and opened the book, reading the introduction.
I was hooked by the third paragraph. I didn''t stop reading until it was far past midnight.
I was practically salivating by that time. This book alone held all the information I''d been basically selling my soul to trying to find.
It introduced the strange concept of ''Haki'', which I hadn''t gotten too far in but already left me so shocked by its absurdity and power that it was a bit strange. Then, it went over a pretty wide explanation of Devil Fruits and their properties, most of which I''d deduced already but it was still helpful.
Lastly, it told me the name of the fruit. The Blood-fruit, which was a pretty unoriginal name considering it had to do with blood.
I''d been very skeptical on this whole ''you eat this and then you sink like an anchor'' business, but I simply couldn''t pass up such an appropriate fruit as this one. Besides, I loved versatility, and this fruit was the mother of all versatility.
I gulped it down in one chomp. It tasted pretty good, kinda like blood. Who would have guessed?
"Huh," I muttered after a couple of minutes. I didn''t exactly feel different, but I could tell that something had changed. I frowned and picked the book back up, going over how to utilize devil fruits.
Oh boy, this fruit was a masochist''s dream. I rolled my eyes as I put my thumb in my mouth before harshly biting it, almost severing it off.
Blood easily flowed out, and I tried my goddamn hardest to control it. I couldn''t exactly sayhow I was doing it, but somehow, the blood hovered in the air, although it was a bit wobbly.
Grinning madly, I controlled my blood to go back into my thumb. It flowed back in quite slowly, and I could somehow heal my thumb back up nicely.
"Alright, fuck leaving. I need to train more in this shit!" I murmured to myself, clenching my first. I couldn''t help the crazed grin on my face, and I swear I wasn''t thinking about creating giant tides of blood to drown my enemies in.
Just kidding. I was thinking about torturing them with said tides of blood. Although I did wonder how in the nine hells I would ever get enough blood for such a thing.
Eh. I''m a masochist. I can bleed a little.
I sneakily left my room and made my way back to the forest, clutching the book to my chest with a care I''d never given to anything else in both this and the other world.
Originally, my prospects were decent. Kill a bunch of criminals, turn their bodies in, make money, and rinse and repeat until I had enough power to do something more fun. Now, however, this opened alot of gates.
Hiding atop the tallest tree I could climb one-handed, I decided to pull an all-nighter to study. It wouldn''t be the last for a long time.
Chapter 7 - Leaving
"Happy birthday, me." I murmured as I ripped open another monkey''s throat using a knife formed from my own blood.
The remaining three monkeys screeched, the last remains of what had once been a group of twenty. Backed against a far too steep wall, they eyed my two bloody knives warily, having seen the danger in them plenty enough for even their small brain to understand that a small cut was equal to death.
Makes sense. I poisoned them with some pretty strong stuff.
My grin didn''t leave my face as my birthday gifts tried to find a way out. Finally, getting bored, I threw the two knives as hard as I could towards the monkeys and charged at the last one.
They were all far bigger than me, standing almost four meters tall, but they were pathetic compared to my awesomeness. In an instant, I was in front of the last monkey, the other two now with nice, big holes in their chests.
It screeched and tried to punch me, but I was far too fast. I slammed my fists into its chest, and they easily pierced through.
Blood rushed out from my own arms and into the monkey''s body. With control that I''d gained through grueling months of training, the dumb monkey literally exploded, blood showering everywhere.
I licked my lips as a trickle of blood landed on my face. Satisfied with today''s gatherings, I set to work gathering the rewards.
My arms melted away along with the two knives, forming two streams of blood. They split into hundreds of smaller streams as they snaked their way towards the corpses of the monkeys and any blood I could smell or see. With practiced ease, the bodies were crushed into a paste as the blood swallowed them all and then mercilessly crushed them.
Calling back my blood, I breathed out a satisfied half-moan. Ever since that fateful day around 3 years ago, I''d been almost destroying myself by the sheer amount of training I''d done. Although I don''t really call mass-slaughter of anything moving and preferably not-human as training.
I call it ''having fun''.
I still was not satisfied with my progress. At 10 years old, I could crush a grown man with my pinkie, but compared to monsters like that red-headed bastard, I would only be prey for slaughter. While I did have a few... kinks... on that, I''d rather not die so pathetically.
I hummed lightly, thinking about what I should focus on next as I walked away from my latest prays and back towards my base.
I''d essentially abandoned the shitty town and the shitty woman, Makino, in favor of hiding in here. Thanks to my most precious treasure, that book the dumb god gave me, I''d been able to start practicing haki. While I couldn''t even make my hand black, I was progressing along nicely, and it was certainly helpful in hiding from dear old grandfather Garp when he decided to visit.
He still hadn''t found me. I was quite thankful for that.
I''m pretty sure he could sense me, but couldn''t pinpoint my location. Thus, I think he chose to respect my wishes (for once) and leave me the hell alone.
Arriving at my base, which was a very tall and thick tree, I transformed my body into blood and slipped into the narrow crack that ran along its bark.
I''d long since discovered something very important about my fruit. Or all fruits, really.
They defied logic, science, and common sense to a degree that I doubt I would ever be able to fully wrap my head around. I mean, by now, I''d slaughtered several thousand beasts, all of them quite large, and drained them of all their blood. Any blood I took I would be able to use as I wished, but where the hell did it go, I had no idea.
Ignoring the impossibility of this dumb world, I carefully lit a candle using a lighter. The inside of this tree wasn''t big at all, but it served its purpose.
It was basically a bed with a small ''desk'' to the side and some interesting things that I kept. Most of my belongings were usually with me. Or rather, within me.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.
Apparently, if I could drag something into my body, it would go to another dimension or whatever. No idea where. I could easily expel or absorb anything into this dimension, and I''m pretty sure that''s where all my blood is kept. Maybe.
I was a good girl, and thus, I did my cute little homework of re-reading my precious book for what had to be the hundredth time. It had something like 2000 pages, but considering I''d been reading it every day for the past three years, it wasn''t a surprise I finished it.
Checking the clock that I''d stolen from some random idiots back in town, I allowed myself to fall asleep at midnight. I liked my sleep, and thus, I woke up at around 11 am the next morning.
Yawning and rubbing my eyes, I unhappily forced myself to get up from the bed and get to doing shit. Like murdering the annoying raccoon that was trying to scratch its way into my little base.
I transformed my arm into a spear and forced it out through the crack before spearing the unsuspecting animal. It was almost too easy sometimes.
Absorbing the body, I retracted my arm. With another yawn, I got up. Yesterday, I''d hit 10 years of age in this world. It was time to get out of this island.
The book gratefully contained a map of the world and some explanations. I was quite lucky to be in the ''weakest sea'', for it allowed me to grow unsupervised, but if I remained here too long, I''d only grow bored. I needed challenges.
I also had my eyes on these creatures called ''sea-kings''. Their size alone should allow them to have quite a bit of blood... Nothing more needs to be said.
Gathering my stuff and absorbing it into my body, I left my hideout and made my way to a secluded beach. There''d been some weak pirates there once, and they''d apparently been using it as a hideout.
I''d enjoyed hearing their screams. My only regret back then was that I was only 9 years old, and my sex drive had been basically zero. Otherwise, torturing them would have been so muchmorefun.
Eh. It''d have been weird anyway to play with them while in a female body. Originally, I''d been very much a hetero man, but I could still enjoy a good torture/rape session with another man. Now, in a female body, I found my desire for my old kinky plays very much waning, especially with other girls.
Still wasn''t sure if that was a hormone thing or whatever, but I didn''t really care. I''d seen and done much weirder things than switching sexual orientation and preferences.
As I idly thought of this to entertain my bored mind, I finally arrived at the beach, finding it nice and clear.
I''d had some pretty revolutionary ideas about my fruit lately, and it was time to put one of them to the test.
I allowed my blood to crawl out from my arms, allowing several tons of the stuff to flow all around me.
Then, I gathered it all together and forced my will upon it, shaping it to my desire.
A large, fish-like shape formed. I gave it several dozen arms at its side, and also gave it a huge mouth filled with teeth that I especially hardened.
At the end of it, a truly nightmarish creature stood there. It was completely blood-red, obviously, and it stank of blood to high hell, which, again, was quite obvious.
It was weird separating myself from my blood. It was like I was splitting my own mind in two, but it wasn''t particularly unpleasant.
I couldn''t see or control the creature exactly, but a part of my mind could. It was like delegating a part of my mind to take over the creature and then amputating that part. I could easily reconnect it, but it wasn''t needed.
The blood creature entered the water quite easily and swam around for a while. Smiling widely, I opened my arms wide even as the giant creature rushed back at me, mouth wide-open.
My senses pinged all of a sudden, and I turned around, seeing my cute, disgusting, useless brother rushing towards me, screaming my name.
Oh. How cute. He was worried about me.
My smile didn''t falter as the mouth of my own creature chomped down on me and swallowed me. I wasn''t hurt even a single bit as I navigated my way through my own blood.
I''d stored away enough air to last me years, so the air was no problem. Food was also good, but the water was a bit more problematic. I still had several barrels of the stuff in my body though.
I connected my vision to that of the creature and watched as my useless brother somehow extended his fist to punch it. It was weak and useless, but it still gave me a pause.
My useless brother ate a devil fruit? Huh. Didn''t know that.
Behind him, I could see two vaguely familiar boys trying to stop him from rushing head-first against my cute little monster.
Snorting slightly, I decided to spare him and myself the trouble of a misunderstanding and surfaced from my creature''s back.
My waist and below was still in the creature, but the rest came out. Luffy and his cute friends all gaped at the sight, and I smirked at them.
"Good afternoon, my useless and abandoned brother. I''m leaving, so please kindly fuck off. I suppose I''ll see you when you finally get the balls to come to find me in the wide seas." I cackled evilly. It didn''t sound quite as good as it used to, but I suppose having a ten-year-old girl''s voice does that to you.
Flipping them off with my middle finger, I retreated back into my cute little monster. I even had it send the boys a demeaning look before having it crawl into the water and disappear in the sea.
Half an hour later, when I was sure that there would be no more interruptions, I stopped my creature, which I decided to name as the Fish Ship. Because it was a fish. And used as a ship.
God damn, I''m creative. Somebody kneel and worship me.
I huffed slightly and set to work making my Fish Ship into something a bit more... livable. After that... Eh, I''d figure it out later.
Probably going to murder people. Maybe I''ll be a bounty hunter?
Questions, questions. I sighed as I set to work decorating the inside of my cute fish.
Chapter 8 - Become Mine
"Hey hot stuff, do you wanna be inside me?" I yelled at a sea king who I was 100% sure was dumber than a chicken. "Just give me your soul, blood and life and I''ll wholly accept you, I swear!"
The dumb thing roared so loudly I think my ears bled. I was currently standing on the top of a blood construct in the form of a large three-headed fish, and was trying to wrestle this bitch into the groun... err, water. It wasn''t working out all that well.
Who would win? An 11-year old girl''s plushie or a giant beast of the ocean that devours ship for a living?
And the answer... might suprise you! Or not. Everyone knows I always win, because that''s what I do.
Except when I don''t. Then I usually die.
As I kept up my stream of inner monologue, I bused myself with constantly reforming and shifting my construct around, careful to not let myself be touched by any water while also tearing into the sea king I was battling.
It was more of a grind than anything really. These kings simply lacked the intelligence necessary to really be of any threat. It''s always the same thing: Lure them up to the surface, pummel them for a while until they decide to either run away, in which case I kill them, or they fight till they die. Then I drink their blood like the good quasi-vampire I became.
Fun times.
And so, after half an hour of beating the creature to death, it came down with a deadly case of dying. I will mourn for you till the end days, brother.
Just kidding, I''m an aithiest. Meeting a god isn''t going to change that.
I forged several needles around me, protruding from my arms as they readily launched themselves at the dead creature that was also being eaten by my cerberus-like fish. It took me a while to get used to crafting bigger stuff than simple knives or pistols with my blood, but eh. I''m a genius so it''s okay.
As I felt the sweet, sweet taste of blood flowing into me, I thought about what to do next.
I may or may not have gotten completely lost right after leaving my home. I thought I knew where I was going for a while, but then I remembered I used to be a mass-murderer, not a fucking sailor. Although I like to think I''m as good as one when it comes to swears.
Thus, like the intelligent and wise 10-year old I was, I went on an adventure which consisted of sea king genocide and occasionally spooking some random boat passing by. I might have dragged one or two down to the depths of the ocean.
That sure was a lot of fun. Their worldly contributions and willing monetary donations will aid my holy cause greatly.
Just kidding. They were poor as fuck.
And that was all good and dandy for some time. However, that was back when I needed blood more than anything else. And while I would have loved to raze several cities to the ground and murder everyone inside... It was quicker to kill the ten-story big sea kings. Hey, I ain''t racist. I accept all kinds of blood within me.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.
Except green blood. That''s just gross.
But... I want more. I lacked power beforehand, but now I have it. While I seriously doubt that I have conqueror''s haki, I do have the other two haki now. And that''s all that matters.
It wasn''t easy getting them. It involved a lot of punching myself or hurting myself in some way, but as a professional masosadist, I would be ashamed of myself if I couldn''t handle a bit of pain.
Now... While I did tell my dearly loved and respected grandfather that I wouldn''t be a pirate... Well, I''m a pathological liar. If I''m not lying then I''m likely murdering you, so he can go shove his big first up his braindead ass.
And now I have images of him naked. Puberty, begone you foul beast, you''re 3 years too early.
I groaned and ran a hand over my eyes, poking them quite hard in the process. The good thing about my new hot and kinky devil fruit is that I can hurt myself severely and, as long as it doesn''t involve haki, not have to worry about healing! It''s great.
But do you know what would my greater, my dear imaginary listener??
Murdering people.
How to do that?
Be a pirate. Everyone loves pirates, so why not become one for the fun of it.
Well, that''s just my wishful thinking. In reality, my plans would be to somehow become a warlord, make some sweet sweet money, build myself an empire while overthrowing the world government, and rule with a steel fist, because iron just isn''t hard enough.
Although I do know what I would want really hard...
... Puberty, begone.
Finding a ship wasn''t very hard. After all, thanks to my Fish Ship, which had gone through several reworks through the year and ended up looking like a very fat tuna.
It wasn''t even a very fancy ship. It was a small merchant ship, and if my blood-sense stood correct, with only around two dozen people on it, twenty of which likely passangers.
And since I was too lazy to find a better ship, I did the honorable thing and boarded it. Using big, bloody tentacles to stop the ship and then creating a few dozen large snake-like heads to spawn our of my own Fish Ship, and having them surround my soon-to-be new and actual ship.
And, with dramatics that my grandpa would be proud of, I rose out of one of the heads as I loomed above the stunned and paniching commoners below.
"Hello! I''m Laura and I''m here to either kill you all or subject you to my benevolent and lovely rule!" I screamed. They didn''t hear me over the sound of their own screams, prayers and general chaos.
That just wouldn''t do.
I had my snake heads launch themselves at them and grab all of them in their mouths. One accidentally got swallowed because he tried struggling a bit too much... but, oh well, nobody will miss him.
Raising them all in front of me, I glared at the 25 people remaining. I had to use my blood to block them from screaming, which was a bit annoying. Although, some of them did seem to have given up on life judging by the looks in their sweet little innocent eyes.
"Let''s try that again. Hi! I''m Laura, and I''m here to brutally and painfully rip you all apart!" I said with a happy tone. It wasn''t actually all that happy because I was lying, but hey ho, they don''t need to know that.
Oh wait, they do. Shit. Now they''re all trying to wiggle their way outta my lovely snakes.
"Wait, wait! I was just kidding. Stop screaming and listen like civilized people, alright?" I yelled at them. When they finally stopped their pathetic struggle against the awesomeness (me), I released their mouths. They sucked in deep lungfuls of air when I did. One even looked unconscious, but a little squeeze got him out of that.
"Fucking bitch, the world govenrm-- MMPH" Aaaand that one just forfeited life. A gulp and he was gone. Fun stuff.
"Alright, anyone else feeling like calling me unpleasant things?" No answer. "Perfect! Now, let''s get to work. You''re all my bitches, so, I''m going to... experiment something neat on you. Don''t worry, I''m 99.99% sure it will do no harm at all."
Hehehe... They don''t know I''m a pathological liar!
Chapter 9 - Monster Captain
"Swallow this, bitch, or I''ll make you swallow it through your asshole" The monster in front of me grinned, her innocent-looking childish face potraying a vastly different image than what any child her age should carry.
"Y-yes..." I stuttered, having seen what happens to those who dare respond to her words. Death would be a preferrable outcome.
Trying to wet my suspiciously dry mouth with my saliva, I look at the red blood inside the glass in my hands. I risk another look at the monster, seeing her casually leaning to the side, arms folded and crooked grin growing more and more evil with each passing second.
Finding my courage, I chug the liquid down, only to immediately regret it as I feel it slowly force it''s way down into my body.
The world around me blurs, my eyes and other senses failing me. My head feels dizzy, my stomach feels as though it''s on fire and it''s like there''s a thousand worms burrowing through my body.
''I wanted to do more with my life... Please, if there is a god out there... Help... me...''
Aaaaand... Another one didn''t make the cut. What a shame! Oh well, his loyal sacrifice to the great cause of myself will not be in vain. I used some blood to crush and mince the corpse and swallowed it into my body through my blood.
Out of the two dozen or so people in the ship, only half had survived. And now they would forever have to live knowing I could kill them at any distance, any time, in an instant.
Basically, I force-fed them some concentrated blood, which, for some reason they have to swallow willingly for it to work, and then positioned that blood around key points in their body, like their heart and lungs. I could literally crush them from the inside now... And oh boy did I enjoy watching them suffer.
Thus, with my new and very loyal crew at hand, I shall conquer the seas! Just kidding, I don''t give two shits about water. I just want to murder people, because that''s the only reason I haven''t yet chopped off my head for good.
Humming lightly, I leave the newly dubbed ''room of happiness, joy, love and all things sweet and cute'' (named it myself), and happily skip over to the outside of the ship.
I''d told everyone to gather there (for those who lived), so I could make a grand announcement, and that''s exactly what I did as I peeked my head out of from a door.
"Hello people and lovelies of the seven seas! Congrats, you''ve lived! I couldn''t be aaaaany happier, because now you''re officially all my slaves! Thus, get rowing, sluts, or I''ll torture you until you beg for death." I happily told them.
They didn''t move.
"GET TO WORK YOU FUCKING CUNTS, DO YOU WANT ME TO CRUCIFY YOU AND RIP OUT ALL YOUR ENTRAILS!?" I screamed at them, and this time, they were quite quick to scramble.
"Wait! You, with the big muscles and tatooed arms! You stay." The man in question froze like a deer in headlights. The other sailors and passangers didn''t dare stay as they quickly left the area, going back to their previous positions or at least as far away from me as possible.
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I created a tendril of blood that I used to form a collar, which I attached to the neck of the man, who had tried to run off, but unfortunately for the cute little guy... I was far, far too experienced with prey trying to run away for him to pull such an amateur move off.
I dragged him to the ground in front of me, my smile impossibly wide by now. I dragged him away with a leash, carrying him off to the previous captain''s room.
It had been over 11 years, after all, and while I was a bit too young still for the more fun stuff... I was more than ready for some good ol'' stress relief.
The next day, in the morning, I carelessly absorbed the remains of my night activities, which consisted of a christmass tree formed from the bones and flesh of the man I took yesterday. I would have left it there, but unfortunately, I was quite the clean freak, and I wasn''t quite ready for the smell of putrefying flesh.
Stretching, I groaned in satisfaction as my spine did a pleasant ''pop'' sound. After my morning rituals, I spent the rest of the day actually doing useful stuff as I put everyone who remained back in line, taking mental notes on how useful some of the people were, how loyal, how ready to please and other such things.
When night came, I told two of the worst slackers and most inexperienced people, who were previously just passangers, and told them to follow me to my room.
Next morning, I had made a statue of... something. Strangely enough, it was made out of blood and flesh.
I left it in the middle of the ship, and from then on, everyone was very quick to please and work as hard as they could.
I still picked up some random and useless idiots at night though. I needed some relief too, y''know.
Unfortunately, by the end of the first week on my new ship, I only had 9 sailors left, basically no supplies, and we were still a week away from the nearest island, which was where I''d told them to go. Me carelessly eating 3/4 of the supply of food might have had something to do with it, but hey, I gotta put up some curves. Growing girly girl and all.
There had been one sailors who''d tried to steal some food when he wasn''t supposed to. I chopped him to pieces and served him to the remaining sailors for the rest of the day. They never asked why we now had new meat on the table.
The ship could barely run at this point. It was supposed to be manned by at least 12 people after all, and without a capable captain to coordinate things, efficiency was at an all-time low as well. Turns out the first cute guy I picked up the first night was the captain. Shame.
Nonetheless, all my problems were solved when random idiot #4 spotted a piratey-looking ship heading towards us.
"Oh, yeah, I see it alright. Well then, boys, since you''re my first slaves, you get seniority when they join our little gang. Oh, and for any rape that might accour, I want to be present." I said, feeling giddy at having more toys to play with.
"Yes, captain." Idiot #2 said. I had no idea of any of their names, and they didn''t know mine. Which begs the question, why would I give them my real name? I need a fake one. Oh well, stuff for later.
I squinted at the incoming ship. "Aren''t they gonna fire at us?"
The idiot next to me promptly informed me that, no, most pirates that go raiding don''t usually fight. Ships mostly just surrended, give up their stuff, and then both part ways. Makes it easier for both parties.
"Fucking amateurs. Do we have cannons on this shitty ship?"
"No, captain." Idiot #2 answered, again. My smile dropped.
"Fuckers. Fine, I''ll go deal with them myself. Their ship''s smaller than ours so I''ll probably sink it." I grunted. I was about to go when idiot #2 spoke up again.
"Wait, captain, instead of sinking it, why not capture it? Selling a ship like that would make quite some cash." He said, obviously nervous about speaking up to me.
I paused, considering his suggestion. I turned to him with a thoughtful expression. "What''s your name?"
His eyes were now wide-open. "R-Renald, capt-"
"Yeah, yeah. Renald, you''re now the manager of the rest of the fuckers. Make sure they''re fed and work properly, and make a list with those who aren''t working hard enough. I''ll take those myself." I said, waving him off. Responsabilities? Nah, bitch. Just hand them off to the first idiot and you''re golden.
"Alright, let''s see what those ''pirates'' are made of." I murmured, an evil smirk growing on my face as I summoned the worst nightmare-like creature I could make for now.
And then, I jumped off the ship and raced towards the now rather close pirates. New meat for the slaughter.
Chapter 10 - Striking Fear
Pirates are supposed to be the ''terror of the seas'', the ''explorers of the unknown''. But, to be honest, all they''re good at as of right now is licking my feet.
Like this one is. Although he isn''t exactly licking it, it''s more like I shoved my foot into his mouth and ground his head into a paste. Fun stuff.
"Anyone else feels like not doing what I tell you to?" I ask as sweetly as I can as I look at the frightened retards who''d been expecting easy loot.
"No? Good! I''m glad you''re all such sweet little underlings. Now, if you don''t mind, which I''m sure you don''t because otherwise, I''ll have to set up a date between my fist and your balls, GET THIS DAMN SHIP GOING!" I scream at them, and oh boy do they scramble.
I hum a light tune as I explore the newly conquered ship. I''d had to kill about... half of the crew before the rest realized they were powerless. I think I killed the captain too. Shame, I wanted to personally torture him for a while in front of his friends.
But, hey ho, life goes on. Or it doesn''t, in the captain''s case, but he''s irrelevant now. After ten minutes of me screaming at them when I catch them doing naughty things like not working themselves to the bone... or just because I can, my new slaves finally reach the other ship.
I order half the crew of the old ship to go to the new one, and half the new crew to go to the old one. I wanted to force the new crew to drink my blood too, but unfortunately, I kinda desperately need some slaves, so I refrain. For now.
The rest of the day was spent organizing the crews around, forcing them to interact with one another, and seeking out who was worth what and who was worth jack shit. Now, I had two small but alright ships and a crew of 20 or so people. Weirdly enough, they were all men, which was unfortunate because I wouldn''t be able to ''covert'' the boys.
It was all fun and games for a while as I took all the worthwhile loot from the new ship and stored it inside of myself using my blood, which was still kind of really fucking weird, but also convenient, so who cares.
There was one new guy who tried to kill me during the night while I was asleep. It was really cute how he tried to stab me again and again with his knife. It was kind of fun for a while, but then I got bored and ripped him to shreds and hanged his corpse off of the mast of the new ship.
These ''terrors of the seas'' actually puked when they saw what I did with it. Fucking sissies, I say. I made them clean it up with their tongues.
With my new toys and ship, I was careful to only toy with them until they were at death''s door. I still needed slaves to do my bidding, or else, I''d have to keep living like a damn savage as I was doing with that retard of my cute little brother. I was still debating whether to turn back, go back to the island, and kill him.
In the end though, the prospect of looting a town at long last and finally unleashing all my pent-up frustration on innocents won out. And indeed, when land was spotted half a week later, I gathered everyone together from both ships.
"Alright, my lovely little shits. We are about to bring death, terror, and rape to that cute little island. I can''t for the life of me remember what the name of it was, but the plan here is this. We go in, we kill everyone, rape their wives, kill their dads, murder their dogs and enslave their kids. Oh and make sure to torch this place to the ground. I want nothing left behind when we''re done. Crystal?" I ask.
Living under my thumb had hardened many of these men into former shells of their former selves. Some of them, like the random dude I''d ordered to become the manager of these slaves, had prospered. I''d appointed another guy as the slaver of the other ship too, to keep things simple.
Now, although it''d been less than two weeks since I''d come aboard... Many of these men were unrecognizable from their former selves. They lived under the terror of knowing they could die at any time, and they were worked to death almost every day. Thus... Their resentment was high. Redirecting it towards someone else... Was way too easy.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.
Many of them roared uselessly in approval or rage... I don''t care. A perverted smile rose on my face, and I raised my hands in the air.
Blood flew out from my body in a great torrent, forming itself into a hundred-headed hydra. My main body was sucked within as I allowed it to dissolve within the hydra, then, after the men had been terrified enough, I dove into the water.
I had people to slaughter.
Shells Town was one of the more peaceful towns around. Due to being one of the few islands with strong marine presence because of its status as being a marine base, pirates were rare.
The people lived happily and free from the fear that plagued most lands. Due to its small size and location, it relied mainly on its trade to support itself economically.
Unfortunately for everyone present, everything was about to change.
People screamed as a beast made of a certain psychopath''s blood rose up from the beach and began to tear a bloody path through the street. The attack was sudden and unexpected, and even the revered marines could do nothing but be turned into mangled corpses as hundreds of heads and claws tore them into shreds.
The two ships of enslaved pirates and sailors soon joined the fray, although, in reality, their first goal was simply to survive their insane master''s wrath. Fortunately for them, as long as they looked like they were murdering someone or plundering, the monstrous heads of the blood-construct left them alone.
Thus, as the innocent died by the hundreds upon hundreds, the newly forged pirates too lost their own innocent amidst a sea of blood and insanity.
There was very little anyone could do to stop Laura''s insane massacre. The captain of the marines on the island, a short man with two pistols, tried to stop the beast as to allow for the marines to gather, but he was simply torn to shreds by ten heads combined, his pistols doing little as any hole they left on the creature simply regenerated within seconds.
Children were swallowed whole right in front of their mothers, husbands and wives were purposely murdered one after the other, the elderly watched as their families were slaughtered right in front of them, before being torn to shreds as well.
Within the end of the second hour, all that was left of the town were smoldering ruins. The giant beast in the center of it all continually sniffed around with its hundred heads, searching for anything left living.
The pirates too had done their part in the massacre. While the sailors were a bit more hesitant to abandon themselves to the depravity of death and blood, the pirates were quick to get drunk on the carnage, and they worked hard to capture and chain as many people as possible, and to grab anything of value while keeping clear of their bloody master.
And, soon enough, it was over. As Laura reformed into her human self, the pirates and sailors waited at the two ships, with around 40 captives in front of them, and crates upon crates of loot, food, and alcohol.
Laura slowly walked back to the people she enslaved, and the moment they saw her, more or less everyone froze, awaiting what she would do next.
Her pirates had long since gotten some insight into her personality. They had to, for if they didn''t they would quickly find themselves the victims of her nightly purges, as the other pirates mercilessly harassed them to make sure they weren''t chosen.
Her eyes were vacant, seemingly a bit lost, but the everpresent, murderous smile that the pirates had come to dread as the devil''s smile was still there. It took her a good minute for her eyes to go back to normal as she looked over the captured civilians.
"Take everyone who seems fairly healthy and strong and bring them to the deck of one of the ships. Those too old or weak to do anything... Kill the men and rape the women. Then kill them too. Actually, rape the men too. I don''t care how old they are, just make them suffer." She ordered as she grabbed three random people using blood-formed claws to drag them by their necks back to her cabin.
She stopped before reaching her ship, then, as if in afterthought, also ordered, "Take the loot and put it in a room. I''ll split it into portions based on how many people you idiots killed. Don''t worry... I kept track." She said, as she showed her pirates and panicking captives her most brutal smile before vanishing into her cabin, only the screams of those she dragged with her remaining.
A couple of days later, long after the murderous pirates had long since left, marine authorities came to investigate and found only a handful of survivors, all of them speaking of the hundred-headed demon destroying everything, and of the insane pirated torching their homes and kidnapping their friends and families.
And thus, as survivors wept for their families and marines despaired over the work and costs of rebuilding the town, on the seas, corpse after corpse was thrown to sea as the weak survivors were tortured, raped, murdered and thrown to the sea. Those strong enough to serve as new pirates were forced to drink the blood-potion, and as half of them died, they too were thrown to the sea.
And, watching it all with murderous apathy, Laura simply smiled.