Straw hat || Luffy × Reader

Chapter 29

Go.

You jump off the table, your feet not daring to make a sound on impact with the floor. The wide variety of needles caught your eyes, the smile your mouth carried became lighter at the shine those needles displayed.

Your blood boiled even though your mind was at its calmest. You weren't even sure if you were even in control of your body anymore.

You grab the thickest, longest and sharpest needle sitting on the stand before slipping behind him, these actions taking only seconds to complete.

Should I threaten the other to keep his mouth shut in exchange for his partners life?

You hold up the needle to his throat, not even giving the man time to process that he was going to die before tearing the needle into his flesh, your hand stifling his screams as blood gushed out of his neck.

Too risky. They don't strike you as the loyal to friendship type.

His rough hands squeezed the arm that covered his hopeless cries for help before those same rough fingers that caressed your face so disgustingly fell at his side lifelessly.

You let him go, his disgusting blood splattered across your face before you let him fall with not even one trace of pity.

How disgusting.

The emotionless one had heard the impact and turned away from the now locked door, he looked annoyed at first before he layed eyes on the bloody scene infront of him.

He didn't look so emotionless anymore.

You stared at him lifelessly, making sure every part of him knew that as soon as he moved he'd be next.

He stayed dead still as a way to tell you he understood, you smiled because you found the change in his mood amusing.

Tears welled up in his eyes beautifully, you couldn't tell if it was because he hadn't even dared to blink or it was the fear alone, you chalked it up to being both.

You enjoyed the fear that took over his being, but he moved.

He just had to move.

Your smile faded. Thats when he realized what he'd done and turned around, his voice became loud enough to reach the heavens.

Only heaven was on your side this time because he couldn't unlock the door.

It was stuck.

You caught a glimpse of the shining scalpel that silently begged to be used.

You let the doctors tool melt into your hands as if it were meant to be there.

The man looked at you with tears that blurred his eyesight, seeping with fear and pleading with his eyes as he desperately still tried to unlock the jammed door.

"NO. PLEASE. I HAVE A FA-"

The scalpel made a perfect impact with his neck, the exact same spot his friends was.

Their Matching in Death. How sweet.

His back hit the wall, the life in his eyes slowly leaving him as he slid down the wall.

You stare at his corpse, the walls and floors surrounding him slowly being painted a deep red.

Now you could actually call him emotionless.

You then scoff and shake your head at the statement your mind made in disagreement, "I can still see a glimpse of terror in his face even now."

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