Post by dazbreaker on Nov 27, 2019 5:50:34 GMT -5
Wicked felt special. Everyone was so focused on her. Against her. She heard names. Angie? Angie seemed to be the mocha skinned femme fatale, the heavy object that tackled her out of the bar. Shandra. Shandra was the one that kicked her, the one that looked at her like one might shoot daggers out of her eyes. The older woman, the scarier one. That one she still didnt’ have a name for yet. But it didn’t matter. The older woman stepped forward, gripping into one of her tombstones and cracking it like clay.
And then Angie transformed her arm into a cannon. A devil fruit user? Wicked’s jaw tightened. When that cannon, that weapon of death, that harbinger of pain and fire......when that object pointed at her, Wicked snapped.
“Do NOT point that DISGUSTING THING AT ME!!!” Wicked sneered.
BOOM. Her fingers dig trenches out of the tombstone over her shoulder. Wicked’s face lost all its composure, twisting up with anger.
BOOM. Her mind flashed as explosions ripped through her memory.
BOOM. The dull thud of echoeing cannonfire firing off from off shore.
BOOM. Screams and panic. Her village being ripped apart by fire and flying metal.
BOOM. She tried to hide. Her mother pushing her down beneath the floorboards.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM- Her fathers face as he called to neighbors to get inside.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM- Falling, falling down into the cellar. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The world above being ripped apart, reduced to ashes, burnt away, taken away, blown away, everything she’d ever known reduced to cinders and death.
Wicked opened her eyes. She didnt’ realize she’d been clamping them shut. The moment lasted less than a second. But an eternity ripped through her memory. So much death, because of THAT weapon. “I said, do NOT point that thing at me!” Wicked flashed a hand sign, creating the devil horns and pointing towards two Deadstones. “Shaku!” She growled. The Deadstones twisted around in the ground, and shot towards Celia like the fins of some morbid subterranean sharks.
Wicked threw the cross shaped Deadstone over her shoulder at Angela with all her unnatural strength, the heavy object soaring through the air. Wicked was right behind it, lunging for Angie’s arm, with her intention being to destroy that unnatural cannon!
And then Angie transformed her arm into a cannon. A devil fruit user? Wicked’s jaw tightened. When that cannon, that weapon of death, that harbinger of pain and fire......when that object pointed at her, Wicked snapped.
“Do NOT point that DISGUSTING THING AT ME!!!” Wicked sneered.
BOOM. Her fingers dig trenches out of the tombstone over her shoulder. Wicked’s face lost all its composure, twisting up with anger.
BOOM. Her mind flashed as explosions ripped through her memory.
BOOM. The dull thud of echoeing cannonfire firing off from off shore.
BOOM. Screams and panic. Her village being ripped apart by fire and flying metal.
BOOM. She tried to hide. Her mother pushing her down beneath the floorboards.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM- Her fathers face as he called to neighbors to get inside.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM- Falling, falling down into the cellar. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The world above being ripped apart, reduced to ashes, burnt away, taken away, blown away, everything she’d ever known reduced to cinders and death.
Wicked opened her eyes. She didnt’ realize she’d been clamping them shut. The moment lasted less than a second. But an eternity ripped through her memory. So much death, because of THAT weapon. “I said, do NOT point that thing at me!” Wicked flashed a hand sign, creating the devil horns and pointing towards two Deadstones. “Shaku!” She growled. The Deadstones twisted around in the ground, and shot towards Celia like the fins of some morbid subterranean sharks.
Wicked threw the cross shaped Deadstone over her shoulder at Angela with all her unnatural strength, the heavy object soaring through the air. Wicked was right behind it, lunging for Angie’s arm, with her intention being to destroy that unnatural cannon!