The Snap

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So basically i got sudden inspiration and will be doing this until i figure out what to do with MitM, sorry to disappoint but I got stuff going on and MitM is at the back of my mind. Now for this... Hmm, In celebration for the 1000th episode of One Piece, I wanted to rewrite Price of Freedom. This story has bothered me lately... I have like A LOT of new ideas for it and i wanted to write One Piece, obviously I cant do that in MitM anymore (LOL) so i decided to do this instead! For those of you who read the original, let me know what you think about the Split personality. First of all, this wont be the same story, like Twins of the sea, it'll change drastically (probably) even in the beginning as he wont have the same fruit i thought of something that might seem useless but is definitely better.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK. I'm thinking shorter chaps but i dont know the sweet spot and this old man will try and get back into the swing of things I think this is a good start. Need some change in my college life, light my fire again if you will.

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In a dark room, lit only by candlelight and a metal pot full of flaming charcoal with an iron rod sticking out of it, two people stared at a boy who was strapped to a metal table. The people wore white suits and suited curled hair, while the boy was strapped to only linen pants full of holes and cuts.

The boy curiously had two tiger ears and a noticeable tail which were all white with black stripes, in contrast to his hair which was simply white. Whether his hair was white from birth or due to other reasons… perhaps only the boy would know. His eyes were unnaturally empty, as if he was simply not a person, but an object…

One of the white suited people spoke in a tender and feminine voice as she turned to the other figure "Papa! Can I brand my new kitty yet?!" The other figure rubbed the girl's hair tenderly and smiled as he pulled on the iron rod, revealing a red hot brand, replying "Of course, Marie. Papa bought it for you." The girl grabbed the brand and jumped up and down in happiness, thanking her father as she slowly climbed a step stool next to the table.

Marie looked down at the boy with excitement dancing in her pupils as she spoke "Be a good kitty and scream, okay?" The boy didn't even react, as if he wasn't in this world but another. Marie pouted and looked to her father with a pout, her father pulled at his waist and cracked a whip on the boy's flesh, screaming "Damn Slave! Scream if your master asks you to!" but the boy simply didn't respond, only flinching and trembling at the lashes from the whip.

This only served to enrage the man, who continued his whipping in anger leaving deep gashes and cuts all over the boy's body. Marie screamed "Papa! Papa! Not his face!" The man clicked his tongue and gave one last slash to the boy's shoulder, revealing bone, before putting his whip back and smiling kindly to the girl "Sorry, princess." Marie smiled and lifted the brand looking at the boy, seemingly searching for a place to brand her new slave.

She smiled happily as she found the least cut place, she lined up her brand and pushed it deep into the boy's left chest. The boy's eyes widened and he clenched his fists and teeth, grunting at the pain as he struggled in the restraints. Marie simply giggled happily as she leaned on the rod to make the perfect brand, increasing the pain and pushing the brand deeper into the boy's flesh.

The boy's eyes turned to the girl and stared at her, flickering red from the blue they naturally were for a brief moment as intense hatred flowed from his pupils before disappearing and returning to their blank state. Marie paused her giggling, slightly unnerved from the blank stare of the boy, before mustering up her courage and laughing triumphantly as she pulled the brand off and admired her work.

The sound of clapping resonated in the room as her father said jovially "Excellent, Marie! Maybe I should have you brand MY slaves too! Hahah!" Marie looked at her father and threw the brand on the ground as she laughed and jumped into her father's arms, replying excitedly "Really, Papa?!" The man just laughed and spoke again "We'll see, princess. Now get your kitty in chains and go to sleep, it's a big party tomorrow." Marie climbed down her father and ran to the chains, dragging them to the boy while humming a happy tune as she clicked them on her new slave and dragged him out of the room with her father's help.

The boy dragged on the ground, near death, breathing heavily and bleeding from nearly everywhere on his body. As the boy stared at the white walls and lavish decorations, he wondered why this happened to him. What had he done to deserve this? He had no family, no friends, and now he didn't even have a name.

The boy never met his father, but he could remember his mother. She was so kind to him… He closed his eyes as tears slid down his face. How he longed for his mother, but she was gone and had been for a long time. He wondered where his father was, why hadn't he been with him and his mother, why hadn't he come to save him.

Then something clicked as he slowly drifted into darkness, his thoughts distorting into hatred. Hatred for his father, hatred for the people who sold him, hatred for the people who tortured him, hatred for the world, until all these emotions disappeared, seemingly never coming back as a feeling of numbness came over him and he lost consciousness.