♠ Eight of Clubs ♠ {Accidental Video; Japanese}
{Ace had lost track of how long he was running the streets, fending off monsters or playing escort to get people to safety. He certainly felt like he'd been running forever, but he honestly didn't think it'd get THIS bad. He was nearly out of breath and barely managed to drag himself to the warehouse where it was safe. He felt absolutely sick and he just parked himself inside the door before collapsing heavily against the wall. He slid to the ground and promptly passed out, chin on his chest, hat falling over his eyes. Just a small snooze, he wouldn't be out long...
What he didn't know was that he had become a meal for the monstrosities roaming the city. His dreams were invaded by shadowy figures and twisted memories from his past. The battle for his life was replayed in gory detail, everyone being wiped out before him and he couldn't lift a finger. He snarled and writhed, calling out to his brothers but they couldn't hear him. He watched them all fall. But Luffy... he made it to the platform and unchained him. He fought through the waves of Marines, splattering himself in their blood and burning them to a crisp. He could smell their flesh, hear their screams, everything seemed so vivid and real. He rushed to his fallen father's side when Akainu struck. He turned running to dive in front of Luffy and protect the boy from the magma fist, but he was too late this time... He watched Luffy die in his arms. A searing pain tore through his back and the first foot of a Falchion exited his sternum, he'd been too careless in his despair. Turning to look back over his shoulder he saw a wicked grin on his Grandfather's face. A firm boot was placed between his shoulder blades and he felt the metal slide through him. The wound throbbed and made a sickly, wet, sucking noise as the blade was mercilessly yanked out. It hurt beyond measure and the man had the gall to laugh in his face. Then...before he felt his life slip away again, he woke up.}
{The com turns on after falling out of Ace's grip and onto the floor. He's laying on his side, brow furrowed, sweat beading and jaw clenched tight.}
NO!
{He startles awake suddenly and slams a hand down on the device to pick himself up from the floor. He looks around, eyes wild, frightened and confused. He's breathing heavily and shaking. He doesn't seem to notice the device as he sits up, patting the scar over his sternum. His chest heaves with a few more quick breaths as he inspects himself, then... he utters a relieved sigh and slumps against the wall. He presses a hand over his brow and rubs his temples. His head is throbbing and his stomach is twisting in knots. He feels like absolute shit and he's STILL exhausted.}
shit... what the hell was that?
{There's a soft groan from the man as he sets his head back against the wall and closes his eyes. He didn't even remember ever seeing Gramps wield a Falchion. That nightmare... he was damn glad it didn't really happen that way.}
What he didn't know was that he had become a meal for the monstrosities roaming the city. His dreams were invaded by shadowy figures and twisted memories from his past. The battle for his life was replayed in gory detail, everyone being wiped out before him and he couldn't lift a finger. He snarled and writhed, calling out to his brothers but they couldn't hear him. He watched them all fall. But Luffy... he made it to the platform and unchained him. He fought through the waves of Marines, splattering himself in their blood and burning them to a crisp. He could smell their flesh, hear their screams, everything seemed so vivid and real. He rushed to his fallen father's side when Akainu struck. He turned running to dive in front of Luffy and protect the boy from the magma fist, but he was too late this time... He watched Luffy die in his arms. A searing pain tore through his back and the first foot of a Falchion exited his sternum, he'd been too careless in his despair. Turning to look back over his shoulder he saw a wicked grin on his Grandfather's face. A firm boot was placed between his shoulder blades and he felt the metal slide through him. The wound throbbed and made a sickly, wet, sucking noise as the blade was mercilessly yanked out. It hurt beyond measure and the man had the gall to laugh in his face. Then...before he felt his life slip away again, he woke up.}
{The com turns on after falling out of Ace's grip and onto the floor. He's laying on his side, brow furrowed, sweat beading and jaw clenched tight.}
NO!
{He startles awake suddenly and slams a hand down on the device to pick himself up from the floor. He looks around, eyes wild, frightened and confused. He's breathing heavily and shaking. He doesn't seem to notice the device as he sits up, patting the scar over his sternum. His chest heaves with a few more quick breaths as he inspects himself, then... he utters a relieved sigh and slumps against the wall. He presses a hand over his brow and rubs his temples. His head is throbbing and his stomach is twisting in knots. He feels like absolute shit and he's STILL exhausted.}
shit... what the hell was that?
{There's a soft groan from the man as he sets his head back against the wall and closes his eyes. He didn't even remember ever seeing Gramps wield a Falchion. That nightmare... he was damn glad it didn't really happen that way.}