Sick and Torn

The town was in a bustle, shops and businesses everywhere were closed down for who know how long, empty houses were the only things found, no one was where they were supposed to be, children, women and men alike muttered and mummered on as officers herded them all as if they were cranky cattle, shoving nearly every soul in the kingdom under the same roof; the royal's castle.

Many were fast to take their seats while others were caught loitering around the entrances and exits, some other people tried to hassle the guards into telling them what the meaning behind this whole charade, though they were only met with toughened silence.

Law though just waited, as if standing still.

Having lost both Rocinante and Chloe in the sea of people long ago, the boy had nothing to do but sit patiently, until his beloved (Y/N) revealed herself from the shadows, a chance he was going to use to take her away from this god awful place.

The plan was simple, as soon as (Y/N) made her appearance, he was going to step in and kidnap her out of there, of course the plan was less than more complex compared to his usual plots, but he didn't have the patience to come up with anything other then what he could easily grasp in one moment, after he saved her, he'd cross the border with her back to the village and start over there, as a rebel, of course he actually hasn't told his parents of this for several reasons, the less they knew the more likely they'd be safe and less likely they would interfere.

He'd come back for them once the heat died down anyway.

Clenching his fist, few people noticed how white his knuckles have gone, the newfound fire in his eyes caught the majority of his stares, he knew there was never a noble who looked like he did at this moment, he felt as if he was thriving on pure emotion and will alone, and the feeling was so sensational it showed.

His eyes reflected his soul, tempered and lively, something that the others obviously found repulsive for some reason, was this how his people looked at rebels? Could Law even consider himself as a noble anymore? Could he even name himself a rebel now?

What was he?

Who's side was he on?

Did (Y/N) possibly feel this way? So torn between these two?

The male was kicked out of his stressed stupor as the blaring of trumpets assaulted his eardrums, making him feel as if his entire head was vibrating on the sound, once the hum dulled, silence invaded the room, Law's eyes wandered up to the stone platform and watched in anticipation as two thick doors opened.

A woman he has come to recognize as the mayor stood above the masses, her brown hair was fair and almost plastic-like, something that made Law want to gag after finding (Y/N)'s disorderly locks more appealing by far.

He stood motionless as she extended her arms out, hushing the chattering crowd, "my fair citizens" by the time the words stopped echoing, not a sound remained.

"Today is cause for celebration, for today, we have some miraculous good news from a dear friend of mine, and a loyal man who dedicates himself to this city, Sir Spandam" stepping aside, the raven watched in shock as the man, marched down the stairs, dressed in a fine white suit with frills and a cape- before he tripped.

Law barely prevents himself from bursting into a series of laughs and wheezes- something he couldn't know if it was inherited from his mother, or a habit (Y/N) brought out of him, although unfortunately the struggle to keep himself composed seemed to have been enough to attract a couple of judgemental stares, something he cursed for.

Once the purple haired man finally stood himself back up from the embarrassment, his feral scowl that was hidden from the crowd quickly masked itself as a false smile, one that Law questioned whether he would have bought or not before the whirlwind of a (H/C) showed up.

"My loyal citizens, as mayor Marloy already said, we, are on the brink of a new dramatic change of order, the awakening of a new era!" Law blinked in anxiousness while the rest of the crowd gasped in excitement.

What in the world was he going on about? (Y/N) was just one rebel, or was (Y/N) part of something bigger? The thought made Law's skin crawl, he's heard things in the streets and read too many history books to know just how cruel nobles really could be- especially to the rebels.

"First, we have a confession to make" the stadium stilled, and the raven could almost swear he heard a frog croak from somewhere in the flower gardens, the area paused.

"The royals have kept a story from ancient history from you- but for good reason, this story, was a prophecy" Law didn't know where this was going, nobles didn't believe in such things like prophecies, destiny, fate, karma, or anything else the rebels seemed to have lived and breathed, something he was really beginning to see as a shame.

"Long ago from when society was still forming, we have uncovered a tablet with a certain prophecy" Law paid the few people who muttered and scoffed in distaste no mind, focusing on everything the man was spouting from his mouth, "that one day as society became split in two, between the savage rebels, and us innovative, brilliant nobles" the teenager refused to acknowledge the many cheers and jeers, insulting the people he saw as close acquaintances and maybe even friends.

"There would be one new kind of human, one who came from the woods of nightmares" Law froze, and so did the entire crowd, all frozen in place with stupefied expressions plastered onto their faces.

Law nearly wanted to laugh if anything else, a person? From the godforsaken woods that were constantly said to be inhabitable? The same woods used in all sorts of fairytales that involved tragedy and horror? Preposterous!

"This creature is said to be a complete animal in human skin, the sense of smell like the hunting monsters said to be beyond our city of light, nails as sharp as claws, eyes as bloodthirsty as the devil's, the mentality of a feral beast out for flesh! A killing machine!" Young children in the crowd darted behind their parent's legs, only to be subtly kicked off moments later to whine and cry in fear on their own.

Law felt something cold plummet down his chest when a thought suddenly clicked.

'No, they can't be talking abou-' "and now after years of searching for this creature! We have finally captured and tamed this terrific beast! Behold!" Law felt ill, felt straight down sick at the horrific sight that came next, dragging her out with heavy chains, he immediately zoomed in on darkened bruises that weren't even attempted to be hidden, covering the faded lacerations like grease stains, stray burns on her shoulders were red with anger, and blood dressed her in a suit he really wished could come of as easily.

"Gaze upon, the hellraiser!" Law felt bile burn through his throat, it hurt, it hurt so god damn much to see her in such a condition, as the crowd cheered in amazement, ogling at the sight of a chained monstrosity, Law felt something cool and wet trail down his left cheek.

Soon he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder, and a quivering arm wrap around his arm, hollow eyes glancing at both sides, Law barely registered the weeping faces of his parents, Chloe stuck trying to shove down her sobs in his shoulder, and Rocinante keeping a rough grip onto Law keep himself from moaning out in agony.

Staring back up at the (H/C), Law felt a small pout tighten into a furious snarl, 'how dare they?' How could they do this to her? Why would they?' It was shameful, Law was ashamed to have been once proud amongst these villians.

"Now with the hellraiser's might! We shall finally annihilate the filthy maggots swarming around our front door! The boorish, uncivilized, uncouth, oafish rebels!" The teenager's eyes widened drastically, images of the happy people in (Y/N)'s small village came to mind, watching them all fall to his people's advanced technology and (Y/N)'s might.

But she really wouldn't hurt them, right?

Looking into her eyes, Law faultered, seeing screaming orbs stare back beyond him, as if they couldn't see him- but at the same time see him so clearly she didn't want to, and the boy felt a shaken rush of reality hit him straight on.

She wasn't going to be able to help at all, it was that situation all over again.

But it was so much worse this time, she looked so hopelessly frightened, her confidence was swept aside and insecurities somehow holed themselves in, her bruised body and ripped up hair paired with those haunted eyes was enough, Law couldn't handle the sight anymore.

Ripping himself from his parents, Law ran from the drowning cheers and laughs of joy from the crowd, he was suffocating in the sheer ignorance polluting the air of this city, Law felt messy tears skim over his cheeks, not being able to hold himself together anymore he banged once or twice into other people before running off again.

It was drowning him, the corruption of this city, the toxic benightedness in the air, all his life he was living in a wasteland devoid of human empathy, and now he felt like he was going to be sick.

Bile began to rise through his throat, in a weak attempt to keep himself from causing a scene, he covered his mouth by pressing his sleeve to his lips, although it seemed to have backfired when the silken, expensive cloth's fragrance only made him feel even more nauseated.

Finally discovering an unoccupied street, wobbling to a dark alleyway that hid him from any prying eyes, Law collapsed behind a barrel before spewing everything that remained in his gut, choking on his breath, Law felt disgusted tears drip into the hot mess.

This was surreal, the raven never had so much emotion raging chaos inside of him before, it was like a huddled group of vipers were lashing out and biting everything around them, trying to get across how much pain and suffering they were going through, and Law was the bottle trapping them in a confined space, being bitten from the inside out.

Eventually, as time passed, the roars of the civilians soon faded into an ominous lull, Law couldn't imagine what they were happily mumbling about now, but he really didn't want to know, he didn't want to hear whatever sick, twisted things that were being uttered from such despicable lips.

Building himself back up again, Law stumbled onto his feet and weakly kept himself up on the walls, he had to think, now that he was away from all that corruption, he had to use this small amount of time to think of a plan of action.

(Y/n) was down, unfortunately right in the palms of the enemy and unhappily about to destroy everything she cared about, Kidd and the other rebels had no idea of the massacre being sent their way, and here he was now just figuring out where he belonged.

He was figuring it out, right?

Taking in a quivering breath, Law stepped out from the shadows in the alleyway and into the light of the street, turning from the castle towering above him as an imposing foretress, he walked faster and faster until the point he was running.

Right to the outskirts of the city walls.

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