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Aching, everything aches as if you’ve been running for hours.
Probably because you weren’t used to fighting, at least not when you did it yourself.
But that doesn’t matter, stopping now is not an option, you need to end it. Right now.
After some more minutes that might as well have been hours, you found him. Still breathing
This man, this disgusting and sadistic and….god you couldn’t even put in words how vile he had become.
The worst thing is you couldn’t hate him, yeah that’s the fucked up part about the whole situation. After everything he’s done, all the pain, the suffering he inflicted on not just you but everyone he ever crossed paths with, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.
All you could muster up was pity.
Because you only saw this broken man trapped in his own twisted mind and flawed world view. You knew what had happened to him when he was a child, he told you many many times.
How he fell from heaven to this so called hell, it was his excuse for every single one of his actions.
And it worked! It fucking worked every single fucking time.
You still pitied him, this poor hurt child living in an adult body with no other means to deal with his rage than to lash out at everything.
Now you’re standing here, right before him with the means to finally end all of this suffering. Afterall the strawhat kid did it, he had defeated him. He defeated Donquixote Doflamingo, the Warlord, the King of Dressrosa the heavenly demon himself within just a day. He did what you couldn’t do in sixteen years in a single day.
Yes you've been to afraid to just do it, to stab him in his sleep or better yet drown him with your own hands until the light finally left his eyes. Like he probably deserved. You definitely had the chance….so many chances to kill him to free the world of his tyranny. Save him from himself.
But no you thought it didn’t have to come this far that you would help him change, to be better and to overcome the demons that were haunting his mind.To see everything that was beautiful about this World. Like some kind of wizard that would make everything that had happened magically disappear. You were a fool to believe that, but you wanted believe in it so badly. You had worked with children for gods sake you weren’t a therapist or a doctor with the means to work through a deep set trauma like his.
You were just a kindergartner, you were twenty !!! What the hell did you know about the world, about the true cruelty that humans possessed….nothing. Of course you had seen what humans were capable of if they only were desperate enough, but that was the point you had seen it but never lived it.
That realisation sadly came to late.
But that didn’t matter anymore because you could change all that right now, with the knife in your shaking hand.
Wait….why is it shaking?
WHY THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU SHACKING?!!!
You can’t be afraid now! He deserved it didn’t he?
This man, this monstrosity of a man had taken everything from you, you’re job, you’re positivity, you’re future…..you’re first real love.
You had to do it for yourself, for Dressrose, for Law for everyone even for himself.You knew that.
The navy would only take him to Imple Down, locking him away wouldn’t fix the shit.
Doflamingo alone with his own thoughts for years upon years until he finally escaped.
And he would escape, the strawhat himself proved that it was possible.
It was only a matter of time.
The thought alone made the bile rise in your throat.
If he was like this now, how would he be after years alone with his own thoughts poising his mind further and further?
You're better off not trying to imagine that.
Don’t focus on what could be, you need t-
„Fufufu…took you long enough. ”
Shit. Shit Shit SHIT !!! He’s awake, you need to act fast before the navy gets here or worse he gets up and manages to flee somehow,
Breath. In…..and out. And now start walking!
You finally feel yourself moving, walking slowly towards him to avoid tripping over your own shaking feet,walking until you’re right next to him, next to this man who had held so much power over you for far to long.
You notice that he still has these stupid sunglasses on, they’re broken but still on. Just like his ever present smile, mocking you.
„I-I'm going to end it now , don’t you think you should be….apologizing right now? ”
you ask.
It’s so quiet, your voice is so fucking quiet and shacking as well, it almost sounds like you’re crying.
„Stop spiting bullshit and help me up, I can already hear these fucking navy dipshits.“
„Wh-…I-…..” your mind screaming, racing with everything you want to shout and throw at his face right now, but it just doesn’t come out. Why can’t you just scream, scream till he understands what he’s done.
But he doesn’t get it, he instead moves his arm, up and up and……he’s holding it out to you.
„Come on hurry up and help me! ”
…
„Please! I- ARRGGGHHHH!!!”
He pulls his hand back and you see the knives you held until seconds ago stuck through his hand.
You did that….you stabbed him. But it didn’t fell good, there is no relief, no joy that he finally gets what he deserves.
There’s only pain, pain and tears. Tears that couldn’t be held back anymore so you let them roll down your face and let yourself fall, right on top of him.
You couldn’t stop sobbing.
Sobbing, sobbing on top of the person you so desperately wanted to just vanish out of existence.
You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t kill him, after all he did you still couldn’t.
You couldn’t end a life, not even that of a vile and disgusting monster like Doflamingo.
You still wanted to help not hurt him, you wanted to hug him, help him escape, care for him until his injuries were healed……you wanted to be there when he finally realized that he didn’t have to hurt everyone around him to keep himself safe.
But you couldn’t do that, because deep down you knew……he would only start to hurt people again.
You had to end it, even if it would rip your heart apart you had to.
End a life.
So you start to remember, remember every single painful detail.
Every memory you so desperately tried to push to the back of your mind, tried to forget.
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Let’s start sixteen years ago. In Spider Miles.