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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      One_Piece
  Relationship:
      Fushichou_Marco_|_Phoenix_Marco/Original_Character(s), Thatch/Original
      Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Fushichou_Marco_|_Phoenix_Marco, Thatch_(One_Piece), Izou_(One_Piece),
      Shirohige_|_Whitebeard_|_Edward_Newgate, Whitebeard_Pirates, Original
      Characters, Portgas_D._Ace, Monkey_D._Luffy, Sabo_(One_Piece), Kurohige_|
      Blackbeard_|_Marshall_D._Teach, Dadan_(One_Piece)
  Additional Tags:
      Past_Rape/Non-con, Age_Difference, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Explicit
      Language, Slow_Build_Relationships, Sex_Toys, Oral_Sex, Vaginal
      Fingering, Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking, Underage_Kissing, Alternate
      Universe_-_Modern_Setting, still_have_devil_fruit_powers
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-29 Updated: 2016-12-08 Chapters: 3/? Words: 2259
****** The light shining from the shadows ******
by MightyMouse16
Summary
     She was born in the shadows, but held a certain fire that can either
     be feared or admired. She lead a life in the shadows, keeping away
     from the public as much as possible in order to not only protect
     them, but protect herself. What happens when she is confronted with a
     girl striving to befriend her, a man that seems to know more about
     her than she does, and an annoying pineapple bastard that seems to
     have taken an interest in her. Will the shadows be able to hide her,
     to hide this fire, or will she be brought out of the shadows?
Notes
     First and foremost, this is a story i am bringing back that was
     originally on Quotev called the "What can a Phoenix do to a darkened
     heart?" or something like that and then i changed the name again and
     then i just deleted it. DO NOT ACCUSE ME OF STEALING SOMEONE'S WORK.
     THIS IS MY OWN THAT IS BEING RECREATED. Now then, I placed a lot of
     underage tags up there because two of OCs are about 16, and i want to
     pair them with Marco and Thatch. I will warn you now that there will
     be explicit content and lots of violence, language, and some kinky
     stuff and this is my first time writing a slow build relationship(s).
     I might have done okay on Quotev, for those that are familiar with
     the story, but I'll try my best.
     I greatly appreciate constructed criticism and i love comments.
     Please let me know what you think and enjoy! If you don't like this
     kind of stuff then leave now. YOU'RE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK!
***** The freaks come out at night *****
     Brown eyes followed a woman who was scanning her surroundings with a look
of fear and confusion as she walked quickly down the filthy streets of the red
light district. A group of men just so happened to exit out of a nearby bar
just as she passed. Their whistles and catcalls at the woman with a few
comments could be heard from a figure's position in the second to last alley
near a stop light. The figure couldn't help but roll their eyes as they
readjusted their position on the wall so that they were crouching down with
their shoulders hunched. As they were rolling their neck a bit, there was
something in their peripheral. It looked as if someone was standing beside
them. For a brief moment, they tensed but relaxed slightly as it was the woman.
She just stood there looking down at the figure with concern in her green eyes.
"You should get going." The woman was taken aback slightly at the monotone
voice which created a slight echo in the alley way. She peered in closer before
shaking her head. "I don't know wh-" The woman was cut off as the men were
getting closer to her, fear over taking her as she ran. As the men passed, the
figure stood up silently and followed behind them.
   The screams started right after she saw the last man entered the dead end
alley. Their boots created a slight scuffing sound, but not loud enough to give
them away. No, they were having too much fun to notice a figure standing at the
foot of the alley creating a shadow that stretched towards the darkest parts of
the dead end alley. They were too busy ripping the woman's clothes off to hear
the unzipping of a bag and a bat whose metal shone ominously in the dim
lighting of the street lamps. They didn't see their face as a mask settled over
their shadowed facial features, too focused on the woman's tear streaked one as
they held her legs open to leer at her last piece of clothing. Their hands were
covered in something black, leaving marks on her long, pale legs as one licked
his lips leaning dangerously close to the remaining fabric. Just as a tongue
poked out to get a little taste, a fistful of hair was grabbed making them fall
onto their ass. Then the bat was swung with so much force on to the side of his
face that pieces of teeth and blood exploded like fireworks. The remaining men
stared at their fallen companion in shock before anger took over them. The bat
was swung at another man in his temple, making him bend over on his left but
was then knocked on his back as the bat broke his nose. A third man landed a
kick to their side, knocking them to the ground and the bat out of their hand.
They quickly rolled away when he tried to jump on top of them. A roundhouse to
the face  was given and then a right hook to his cheek and then he was finished
off with an uppercut with their left. They stood there, breathing in a quick
manner until they turned their head slightly when a clicking sound was heard
from behind. As they turned around they were met with the last man and his
pocket knife in their side. They grunted in pain but grabbed his wrist and
twisted it so that he would let go of the knife.Then with a jerk, he received a
headbutt that made him stumble slightly but he righted himself up slightly. He
then rushed at the figure that just pulled the knife out. The man tried to
throw a left hook but his wrist was caught, his arm twisted, and then their was
a sickening crack as their elbow was popped by the figure's hand. The man cried
out in pain as they tried to grab at them but he was kicked behind his knee
making him fall forward face down. He tried to get up but he was slammed down
by a boot over and over again until he wasn't moving and blood was beginning to
pool under his face.
  Slowly, they turned to look at the woman who was curled up in the corner. A
sigh escaped their lips as they brought their bag and themselves towards the
woman and knelt on one knee. "I warned you." The woman looked up but said
nothing, not even when a blanket was draped over her. More tears were
threatening to spill as she clutched the blanket tighter around her. Fear was
evident as her body was trembling violently. "Close your eyes and cover your
ears. This won't take long." Despite the given command, the woman watched as
the men were being piled in the middle of the alley. What looked like a gas can
was beside the figure's feet and she could see them standing in front of the
men. For those that were alive, they were on the bottom, unable to move due to
the weight of their supposedly dead companions. She could hear them cussing as
they were doused in fluid, and their movements became frantic as a match was
struck. "PLEASE DON'T!" Her eyes widened as realization struck her. They  were
begging to not be- Her eyes screwed shut and pressed her hands against her ears
tightly to try to block out their screams as they were being burned alive. A
hand was place on the woman's head, making her look up into brown eyes once
again, this time they were behind a mask. They stared at her with no emotion,
it was almost like she was bored or used to the whole situation. "Come on."
Their hand was stretched out towards her, but she didn't dare move. A sigh was
heard as her arm was pulled so that she could stand on her own two feet.
However, her knees buckled and she was sure to hit the ground. However, to her
surprise, an arm wrapped tentatively around her waist and her left arm was over
the shoulders of someone two heads shorter than her, her wrist in a firm grip.
The two of them slowly made their way out of the alley, and out on to the
streets again. Neither one of them spoke, but the silence was getting to the
woman. "T-thank you for...you know." Her words were quiet and awkward, still in
shock due to the previous events. Silence was her response, and then she just
decided to focus on where they were going. About two or three stop lights down,
she could see a large building coming into view. It looked as if it were a
hospital or a police station. They stopped short of the entrance, where the
figure slipped out form under her arm and began to walk away. "W-Wait! What's
your name?" The woman wanted to take a step towards her savior but her knees
were about to buckle underneath her. The figure turned just enough for the
woman to see the front of her mask which looked like a snarling dog. The mask
was lifted just enough to show a pair of lips, making their voice more clear.
"Remember this, if nothing else. The freaks always come out at night. Be
careful." With that the mask was pulled down again as the figure disappeared
into the shadows of the alley across the street.
***** That look *****
Chapter Summary
     We all share that one look at some point in our lives. Here's an
     example of that.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The lights were dim when the doors opened. the lady at the front desk didn't
look away from her computer screen as she addressed them in a monotone voice.
"I'll be with you in just a moment." Her stiff slightly wrinkled hands flew
over the keyboard, typing up a report of the last visitor, their file next to
her on the left. With a final click of her mouse the report was saved and the
papers beside her were stapled and filed. As the file cabinet was opened she
began to speak. "How can i help you this evening?" at the end of her sentence
she turned around to see no one.
Confusion was clearly written on her face as she looked left and right. The
woman didn't see the figure until she stood up to look over the desk, and she
gasped, that one noise seemed to be like thunder in the silent marble room. "Oh
my good lord." The short stout woman got out form behind her desk to the female
figure that was laying on the floor, a blanket covering her bloodied and
bruised body. The woman gently shook the young woman, worry and sock in her
aging blue eyes. "Sweetheart, are you okay? Can you hear me?" She didn't get a
response, but the woman shook under the hands of the secretary, blood being
slightly smudged on them. The secretary's face paled and she scramble to get to
her desk phone to dial a number. "Hello, 911?! I have a girl in here covered in
blood and...oh god she barely has any clothes on. Sh-she won't say anything!."
A pause before the address of the precinct was given. While she was there two
police officers walked through the door, saw the scene and rushed to the
woman's side, gently rolling her to the side trying to question her on her
state. All they could get were a few mumbled words here and there.
She repeated three words over and over again. "Fire...Dog...Help..." All three
people stiffened up, looking at each other with a knowing look.
Chapter End Notes
     This was just a filler, and thank you for all of the kudos! It pushed
     me to finally update this. Hint Hint ;)
***** Drive *****
Chapter Summary
     When in doubt, just drive.
With uneven steps, that figure walked from one alley to another sticking to the
shadows, staying completely silent and still when someone ventured too close to
where they were. The smell of booze and trash wasn't new.
Neither was the blood.
A group of drunks just got out of a taxi not too far from them on the left. All
were laughing loudly and holding onto each other for support, going off to
wherever next. Just as the taxi driver was pulling away, a bloody hand slammed
down on the hood, putting themselves in the car's way. The car jerked to a stop
as he horn blew with the driver cursing loudly.
The driver side window rolled down as the figure made their way to the side of
the car. "Are ya fuckin' crazy bub?! What da hell are ya-" The man was cut off
when his collar was roughly taken into a semi-tight hold and yanked forward to
come face to face with a snarling dog mask. "Drive. Me." The words were said
slowly and in such a tone it made the man's face pale. All he could do was nod
weakly with wide eyes. He was shoved back as the back door was opened. The
figure pulled themselves in by using the handle above the door.
"Where we headed to bub?" The man seemed to be a bit calmer as he was setting
his gear up again. There was a pause before the response. "The gas station on
Arnold ave." The cabbie was a little confused. "Ya mean tha one by the junk
shop?" There wasn't an imediate verbal response, so the man looked in the
mirror to catch the slight movement of the head. With a shrug he put in the
address and pulled away from the curb.
'Too slow.' This was the recuring thought as they looked at the lightening sky.
With each passing minute or so it was getting just a bit brighter. 'Pain in the
ass.' With that thought they adjusted their position against the door as they
pulled up their shirt to reveal the stab wound in their abdominal area. One
hand held the shirt up while the other was digging around in the bag next to
them for something. Their hand stopped moving when they felt something thick
and soft against their fingers. Out came a roll of bandages that was being
unrolled and placed against the area. A puff of breath was released, creating a
bit of fog as their hands moved as quickly as they could.
"Alright bub, that'll be 250$." When there wasn't a sign of movement or
payment, the driver repeated himself. He was met with silence. Feeling a little
braver, he got out of his seat and went to open the back door, but it was
locked. He banged on the door once before yelling. "Open tha damn do- OOMPH!"
He was cut off as he stumbled back rubbing his nose, red in the face. He was
ready to lose it but his words died right as he caught a good look at the blood
soaked figure and his back seat. In his shock, he just blinked when a bloody
bat was pointed to his skull. "You do not say a word about this. I don't have
to tell you about what I'll do. Do I?" The tone sounded a bit mocking as the
man just nodded. Two wads of cash were tossed to him. "Take your car to
Roland's workshop. Ask for Mike, tell 'em you met the dog." The man was
speechless as the cab door was shut, looking at the retreating figure with a
dumbstruck expression, and then the bloody backseat, the cash in his hand, then
the path catching just the very tip of the bat and the blood that dripped off.
Turning his attention back to the road, he did what he does best. Drive.
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