One Piece Big Bang Event

Title: Bestiarii (Death By Beast)

Summary: A young red haired barbarian survives multiple encounters with death, and now, is a slave of a revenge driven Roman, who is willing to die for the sake of revenge.

Set: Fictional History Era Of Roman Empire

Pairings: KidLaw, KilPen, MarcoAce, ZoroSanji..Etc

Warnings: NFSW, murders, slavery, wars, and history inaccuracy.

Author Note: 18+ AUDIENCE ONLY. You have been warned.

Part I, Act I

The hut was dark and dry, the only light source that the young child with red hair had was a small fire. It burned brightly in a hole that had been dug into the hard ground, and casted dark shadows that danced along the mud mortared wall .

A tall, young woman with long, braided hair that reached her knees, stepped in front of the pale red head, and stared at him with an intensity that suggested that she thought the young child might possess the answers to the world in his own young, and innocent red eyes.

The young child's gaze was drawn to the black cross tattoo scrawled at the base of her throat, and to the inked black triangle symbols etched for her eyebrows. The young red head was terrified just by looking at her, and he now understood why the villagers spoke of her with such reverence in hushed whispers. So this was the seer of the tribe,he thought as he looked at her, just shy of meeting her eyes.

"Would you like to see your future, young chief?" The tribe seer asked him with an inscrutable face.

The pale child was dumbfounded by the question. "My future? Why would I want to see my future, Lady Seer? Can't I wait for the future unfold on it's own?"

The seer laughed at the child's response which surprised the young chief, and dispelled the dark aura around her, instantly.

"Aren't you a bit curious what the future holds for you? Not even a peak of it?" She asked again as she raised a triangled brow.

The redhead shook his head in response.

The seer seemed disappointed, yet amused at his answer. After a moment, she reached for the young chief's head, and plucked a strand of hair. The young chief felt the sting on his scalp, but held back the sharp retort on his lips, waiting to see what the seer was up to.

The seer showed him the strand of his hair and toss it on the fire below, then took a bowl of dried bones and handed it to him.

"Take two bones and I'll toss them in the fire for you, young chief." She commanded as she picked up another bowl filled with unknown leaves, and mixed them with an unusual liquid before she threw them into the red flames of the fire. As the leaves burned, the scent wafted up the child's nose, the smell was unfamiliar to him.

"I said I didn't want to know my future," The child insisted and tried to hand the bowl of dried bones back to the seer, but she only shook her

head.

She pushed it back toward the young redhead's chest and continued to toss the unknown substance into the fire, making it spark and change color from orange to red, and back to it's usual color.

"You have to choose, young chief." She insisted. "I had a dream last night, a dream from the Great Gods themselves. They said that they have a prophecy for you, young chief, and even though your father was against this foretelling, I must obey the God's will and tell you of it."

"The Gods? What do the Gods want from me?" The child asked with a sigh as he started to poke he dried bones from the bowl with his index finger.

"This is why I brought you here today, young chief. We need to find out what the Gods have in store for you." She explained, "Even though it's too early for you to understand the dream's true meaning, in the future you will understand it."

She put the unknown substance's bowl away from them, and focused on the young chief. The young red head didn't know what he was supposed to be looking for, but choose two bones and handed it to her. She took them and quickly examined the bones.

"You will help me understand the message, Lady Seer?" the young chief asked, and let his curiosity get the better of him.

"Yes. You cannot do this alone, and it's an honor for me to help and give you advice." The seer lightly bowed her head and the young chief gave a nod as a response. She raised her head and asked again.

"Would you like to see your future, young chief?" She repeated.

"Yes." The young chief nodded. "What does the future hold for me, Lady Seer?"

"You shall see in a moment, my young chief, just do not leave my side," She instructed, and gestured to sit as she crossed her own legs and seated herself on the ground.

He weakly nodded in consent, and sat, unsure of what her words meant.

She threw the two dried bones in the fire and in an instant they started to crack sharply. Surprise made the young chief jump.

"Is it suppose to make that sound?" The young chief asked in a whisper, but he was given a gesture of silence in response by the seer, who now focused her entire attention at the fire and bones.

The young chief was left to only stay still, observe in silence, and wait. The seer closed her eyes as her hands began to dance above the flames almost as if she was trying to manipulate the fire. The fire danced with her gestures, and the bones continued to crack harshly, filling the silence with its sounds of anger.

After a few minutes had passed, the seer suddenly started to mumble incoherent words, her voice deep and rhythmic to the ears of the young chief.

As he sat there in silence, the words that the seer chanted caused a cold shiver to snake up his back, and the feeling that someone else was watching them settled around him, and made the child uneasy and afraid.

"I know you are afraid, young chief. Don't be. You must be brave until the end," The seer said quickly to reassure the child.

The redhead simply nodded and after a few moments tried to relax. He knew someone, or something, breathed beside him, and whispered unknown words into his ear, the feeling making him quiver with fear. He felt the seer take his hand in hers, and a calm descended over him as his eyes drifted shut, and his mind was captured in a trance like state.

He trusted the seer and he listened harder to the whispers of the beings around him. The seer let go of him and continued to mumble words in the fire until, suddenly, a strong and cold wind passed through the hut, and into the fire. The flames grew to the ceiling of the hut, and as the bones started to crack louder, the boy was snapped out of his state of calm.

He turned toward the seer when he noticed her chanting had slowed down to almost a halt. He could see that the seer had opened her eyes, and he watched as her face of concentration turned into one of haunting, dead white horror and pain. Her mouth opened wide, as if it was about to break, and her voice suddenly turned into a helpless, deafening scream.

It frightened the young chief to the point where he wanted to run. His mind chanted to run away from the seer, run away from the haunted fire that keep crackling in his ears,and the whispered words, and cold touches against his skin. Yet, he remembered the seer's warning to never leave her side, so he didn't dare move an inch.

The redhead felt the blood drain from his face in fright, his ear drums pounded, and begged for release as the screams grew in volume. He felt scared and helpless, not knowing what he should do as the seer continued to scream in agony.

The child could only close his eyes tightly, and wait until the seer stopped her screaming, but she continued to scream and mumble more incoherent words deep into the night.

The wind in the hut grew stronger and stronger as the night wore on, and it made the child feel like he was about to be picked up by the wind itself, and carried away. It was then that the wind drown out the seers screams, and replaced them with the beings and their whispers.

A loud battle cry rang loudly in his ears. More sounds of death, the smell of blood, and sight of bodies dropping down besides him one by one, filled his senses. The cries of tortured souls being dragged to the underworld as if the cruel god of death himself tormented their souls as well as his, for the cries reminded him of friends and family.

And far away were the unknown beings who had yet to stop their whispering. Small tears formed in the corners of the child's closed eyes as he wished this nightmare would stop. He wished he never agreed to this.

And then unexpectedly, but as if on cue, he heard a gentle,yet sad voice whispering in his ears. "Te amo, Amatus."

The red head's amber eyes snapped, and was greeted by the seer who was sitting still in front of him as if the screams and the haunted souls never happened.

"Am I right in assuming that you have seen the same thing as I, young chief?" The seer asked.

The child stared at her dumbfounded, unable to speak as the blood returned to his face, and he regained his senses.

"W-w-what happened?" He finally asked as he stuttered in confusion.

"The Great Gods from above have shown you the prophecy, young chief." She replied, wistfully. "It is always an unpleasant experience for one to see into into the future, are you alright?"

"I am fine," He answered softly as he felt the tingling throughout his body lessen. " But you were there too...how come you don't seem to be affected?"

"It was simply your vision," she explained.

"But everything seemed so real," The redhead breathed as he ran his shaking, pale hand through his hair. "There was so much shouting and screaming. So much death and blood. Whispers from the haunted dead and a war cry."

"Would you like me to tell you what it meant? I saw everything from the fire." The seer offered.

The young chief looked at the fire. It seemed so normal now that the bone cracking pops had stopped.

"Tell me!" He said. "Please, tell me what it meant!"

"Very well." The seer said as she took a vase of water and poured it to an empty bowl. She offered the water to the young chief, who quickly accepted it and drank it all down in one swallow.

"The Gods will bless you with incredible talents," She began as the young chief set the empty bowl aside and listened closely, "Inhuman strength, a master of weaponry, intelligence, tactical genius, and the bravery of a true, and mighty warrior.

"You are destined to lead your people with strength and power; you'll become a greater leader than any of the chiefs that have lead our tribe, but..." She paused, giving the young chief a sympathetic look.

"But what?" He asked anxiously.

"But the Gods have also given you a cruel fate."

"A cruel fate?"

"Young chief," she paused, "You will die by the fangs of a beast."

"A beast? What do you mean? What kind of beast?"

"I do not know, young chief. The Great Gods did not show me what beast it was."

"The Great Gods will bless me talents, yet I will not die in the battle just like my ancestors did? You are the seer! You have to tell me why!" The young chief screamed, anger bubbling through his veins.

"Please, young chief," The seer warned, " You must remain calm and accept the God's will. To speak this way will only anger them!"

"No! I will not believe in the prophecy the Great damned Gods gave me! I do not believe them!" He shouted, as he got to his feet.

"You cannot change your fate, young chief! The Gods decide what path we take!"

"Watch me! I won't let some beast kill me! I will defy the Gods ridiculous prophecy!" The young chief challenged, and ran outside, and into the blinding light outside the hut.

Kid opened his eyes as he felt a sharp sting on his left cheek, the pain made him realize it had all been just a dream, an old, recurring nightmare of the past that he was fated to die with. When he turned his head to the side, he was greeted with a mop of pink braided hair in his face.

"Wake up, you damn brute! It's morning already!" The red head's female companion, Bonney, screamed at his face, adjusting the belt of her simple black wool tunic.

"For the love of the Great damned Gods, you don't have to scream at me this early in the morning, you bitch!" He screamed back as he threw his pillow at her with an incredible speed that took her off guard.

The pillow hit straight in her face, and she fell ass first on the ground. He quickly threw the blanket covering him away from himself, and pounced on the pink haired girl who was still recovering on the ground.

His hands quickly found their way around her neck, but he was suddenly knocked sideways and pushed back onto the forest mossy floor as he was kneed in the stomach. They both growled at each other like mortal enemies of the wild forest, trying to decide who would become the top of the food chain.

"You fucking asshole! You were having a fucking nightmare, and I'm kind enough to wake you up from it!" She screamed in reply, "And this is the thanks I get?!"

"Fuck you! You're going to wake up the whole damn forest with your bitch ass voice!"

"ME?! I wasn't the one who was screaming in my sleep! A 'thank you' would be the polite thing to say, you fucking brute! You don't have to be so rough!" She retorted as she scooped up, and quickly threw back the pillow that had been thrown at her.

It didn't hit the red head's face, but it created an opening for the pink haired woman to tackle Kid back to the mossy forest floor. They both fell, and the red head took the damage.

"You bi-" The red head tried to exclaim, but was cut off as the pinkette tried to choke the living shit out of him.

Kid quickly fought back by rolling around the forest floor, just to try to claw the annoying bitch's face off. They soon attracted a crowd, but no one was brave enough to separate them. Instead they started to bet who would win. Most of them voted for Bonney to win, and some cheered for Kid.

The crowd laughed at the childish fight, but the laughter quickly died down and dispersed as a tall, muscular older blond approached the two teens and grabbed them both by the roots of their hair.

They yelped at the pain in unison as the older blond single handedly stopped them from their fighting and held them in place with just one hand for each of them. He looked annoyed under his bangs and his lips wore a frown.

The two instantly froze under the older blond glared at them.

"Wouldn't it be better for me if I could just feed you two fucktards to the wolves so I can actually have a peaceful morning?"

"No." They said in unison.

"Then shut your mouths, or I'll leave you tied to a tree and let the wolves eat you alive."

"We'll shut up, Killer," The two agreed in unison, again.

The blond grunted in disbelief as he let them both fall the ground. Kid and Bonney instantly glared at each other, but the blond growled at them. Kid huffed in annoyance, promising silently that he would settle this spat latter, and picked himself off the ground to straighten his own tunic, and tightened the blue sash around his waist that kept it in place.

Killer crossed his arms over his broad chest, and looked at them strictly. "Since both of you have a lot of free time in your hands, clean the tracks we made around the area. As the mature one here.." He eyed the redhead, "...I don't want the people from the West Tribe to get our tracks and disrupt our first trading trip to the Roman borders. We don't want them to lead back to the Tribe." He added, and adjusted the sword tucked in his waistband.

The other tribe members snickered at the two fighters, but were quickly silenced by another growl from the older blond.

"I'll be at the river to refill our water supplies. Eat your breakfast, clear the place before I get back, and then we can resume our journey to the Borders," Killer said as he departed, and left with two large water bags slung over his large shoulders.

"You know, Kid, he acts more like the chief than you do. Are you sure you two didn't just get switched at birth?" Bonney taunted, childishly when Killer was out of earshot.

"Shut the fuck up," Kid snarled at Bonney.

Bonney only replied with a laugh and left to gather up her own belongings for the trip. Kid glared after her, and then began to gather his things as well. He picked up the pillow he threw earlier and the blanket lying across the forest ground and properly folded the items and tied them securely with a rope to his pack.

He placed the pack on the back of his black mountain horse, and then double checked the pouches that held the trading goods of precious rocks and animal furs he spent gathering back in the mountain woods. Kid was fairly confident that his first time as a trader would bring him money and, hopefully, more customers. After deciding everything was as it should be, he guided his horse near the other trader's horses and securely tied it to a tree branch.

The red head took out his animal coat made of russet colored bear fur, and placed it over his broad shoulders, securing the leather cord at the base of his throat over his own black tunic. He bent down to fix the straps of the leather boots that protected his feet from the rocky terrain, then slid his blade into the sheath tucked in the sash around his waist.

After he slung his quiver and bow over one shoulder, Kid quickly tied his red hair into braids that reached the back of his shoulders. Lastly, he took his golden bracelets carved with unique patterns and clipped it on his right wrist.

As the gold sparkled in the forest light, Kid smiled to himself. The bracelet was the most important items he had ever owned in his entire life. They were gifts from the Chief Tribe, and were old ancestral relic that were passed down from generations of Tribe leaders. It was the sole proof that he was the next in line and losing it meant he lost his inheritance and pride as the next leader of the Great mountain Southern Tribe.

Tearing his eyes from the gold band, Kid set off to do as Killer had instructed, and began to cover the party's tracks. He returned to the almost cleaned camp site a while later, with only the campfire remaining.

Most of the other traders had finished eating, while some lingered by the freshly cooked deer beside the campfire. One of the people still eating was Bonney, stuffing her face with a whole deer leg, and was now dressed in a animal coat similar to his, but it was made from the fur of a brown wolf.

She was talking to a willowy blonde who stood next to her as he ate his own breakfast. He was tall, thin, and had a long golden braid that reached his waist. The similar pattern of three black painted marks etched over his eyebrows and a cross pattern in the center of his neck were painted on his skin. This was because he was the only son of the late seer, the same woman Kid had seen all those years ago.

The young seer instantly noticed Kid's presence as the redhead walked over to them, and handed him a cooked deer leg. Kid grunted in thanks, and took the food.

"Quite an eventful wake up this morning," Basil greeted Kid softly.

"Glad to help," The red head sarcastically replied as he took a huge bite of the meat in his hand. He smiled to himself as the juices flooded over his taste buds.

The pinkette chuckled. "We fight every morning. It's a good way to start the day, I always say~"

"One of these days you two will end up fighting for real." The young seer answered, dry humor dripping his is reply.

"Pfft," Bonney scoffed around the food in her mouth. "One day maybe we will. I'll be the first female tribe chief if that happens, though."

The redhead simply laughed. "You wish," He said, then continued to eat.

As Kid quickly finished his food, he noticed that the young seer was looking at him. Kid waited for the blond to say something, but the young seer remained silent, chewing his food calmly.

"Is there something wrong?" The redhead finally asked with irritation as he threw the finished leg bone in the camp fire. As if in cue, the bone cracked loudly. Everyone besides the campfire halted eating and talking, their eyes boring into Kid at the blonds words.

"The Gods visited your dreams last night, am I right?" The young seer asked. "About my mother's prophecy?"

A dangerous air instantly filled the camp site and silence followed.

The late seer's prophecy about the young chief wasn't a secret. Once the tribe had found out, they had demanded to be told for the sake of the future of the people. Everyone in the tribe knew how the prophecy would end, and they could see parts of the prophecy that had already come to pass.

Kid was a truly gifted, and well trained warrior that possessed a raw strength. He was truly exceptional, but upon hearing the prophecy, the current chief grew anxious about his first son being killed by some unknown beast. He grew weary of him hunting in the woods alone, and since then, had always insisted he was accompanied by Killer, who was Kid's childhood friend, and his future right hand man.

So far, Kid was still alive, yet the fear of beast lingered, laying dormant inside of him. It was a miracle to Kid that his father had agreed to let him to join the small trading party to journey to the borders of their territory with the Romans. It was an sudden odd decision.

"Did the Gods tell you this?" The redhead scoffed, observing Basil's red eyes with his own.

"No, but I can see it in your eyes. And, it seems, I am correct from your response." The younger blond's eyes narrowed and press his lips together in a thin line.

"Are you worried?" The redhead couldn't help but ask. It was rare to see the seer's face change emotions.

The dangerous and threatening air disappeared and Bonney simply shrugged it off while the others nervously ate their food, and listened closely to the trio's conversation.

"No, but my mother's prophecy is coming nearer as you age, young chief. I cannot tell when, but death will soon come for you."

"Me dying at the hands of an untamed beast is ridiculous. I refuse to believe I would die so easily, and in such a shameful way," Kid said with a deep scowl. "I create my own path and I'll continue doing so!" He proclaimed, and earned his fellow young trader's cheers and support.

Bonney laughed loudly while she smacked the red head's shoulder hard. "Him, dying? I don't believe it as well. " She looked at the red head with a giant playful smile. "Just don't die yet. I'm not in the mood to take over the tribe."

"Haha. That's hilarious." He sarcastically laughed, and slapped Bonney back.

The rest of the group continued to laugh at his expense and the happy air among the tribe members returned. That is, until one man near the young chief dropped to the ground face first into the camp fire, an arrow protruding from his head. After that, everything was slow motion for the red head. As Kid scrambled for cover, he had one thought in his mind: They are under attack.

Kid grabbed Bonney's hand and pulled her close to his body, protecting her. The young chief could tell she was in shock. As they ran for the trees, she stared at the man who had gotten shot, her gaze seemed to never leave the camp fire as its smoke turned black. Basil was close behind them, running as fast as he could to keep up with them as the group weaved through the forest.

The forest trees were enough for the moment, but Kid knew it wouldn't be long before the enemies discovered their trail, and reached where they were hiding. The young chief quickly tried to hide the pink haired woman with the young seer.

"I left my bow and arrows besides the campfire!" Basil shouted as they ran, and was nearly hit by an arrow as it whizzed past his face.

"Fucking Shit! Where did they came from!?" Kid shouted back at the seer but the seer was too busy avoiding the arrows that were being shot at him to answer. He dove behind a fallen log, Bonney and Basil close on his heels.

"What should we do!?" The young chief heard from the other traders who were hiding the same area as they were. "We left all our weapons back at camp!"

"Fuck it!" As he was the only one who still had his weapons, Kid sprawled down on the ground beside Bonney, and noticed something was sticky in the forest dirt.

With horror, he realized it was Bonney's blood. She was injured. He looked her for the first time since the attack, and found two arrows in her right shoulder and leg. He hadn't been able to protect her, and now she was bleeding heavily. Damn it all to hell!

"C-c-hief," She whispered, addressing Kid by his proper title, "He's dead, isn't he?"

The red head couldn't help but bite his dark lip in frustration. Why did he feel powerless?! Helpless?! Protecting everyone was his responsibility! He had to do it, he is the only person they could rely on, and he was going to kill the bastards who had killed his tribesmen. He would make them pay.

The redhead looked up at Basil, and the seer instantly understood what Kid wanted to do. The young seer tore off a part of his tunic and rolled it quickly. He then shoved it into Bonney's mouth and commanded the rest of the tribesmen beside them to hold her down so that the arrows could be removed.

"Hold her, men! Chief, I'll handle this, and take care of her. Now, go!" The young seer promised, and the redhead quickly crawled down back to the ground.

With his bow and arrows ready, he looked to where the enemy arrows were coming from. It was quick and easy for his keen eyes to pick out the irregularities of the forest around him, and he used this knowledge to make it back to the camp unseen.

In the campsite the enemies were trying to take the tribesmen horses, but little they know, those horses couldn't easily be tamed. In his line of vision, there were three enemies by the horses, two in the trees, and four near the campfire where three bodies laid sprawled on the ground, dead with arrows in their heads.

Kid clenched his fist, suppressing the anger building inside him. How could they?! This shouldn't be happening to them. Those three men had been laughing and eating beside him not fifteen minutes ago, men that he had grown up with, and trusted. Now they are a slab of cold meat lying lifelessly on the ground.

He took a moment to just close his eyes, letting his teeth creak with pressure as he ground them together in anger. He can't let emotions consume him. He had the entire trading party's lives on his shoulders and he was not destined to die just yet.

He opened his eyes and a smug smile decorated his lips. That was right, he realized to himself. He was suppose to die by the fangs of a beast; not some cowardly enemies that killed three of his tribesmen out of blue. He wouldn't die just yet if the prophecy was to be believed. Kid stood up from the ground and notched his arrow.

As he positioned himself to shoot an enemy nearby, he could hear his fellow tribesmen scream at his recklessness, but he ignored it, and released his arrow.

He shot the nearest enemy in the head. He fell with a loud thud,and alerted the two bows men behind the trees. Their attention turned to him, and they quickly readied their arrows. However, as fast as they went, they were too slow for the young chief.

He shot one after another with precise, and incredible speed until there were only two enemies left. They sprinted fast enough to almost catch him off guard, but Kid noticed they had their weapons out, and his thought went to the weapon in his belt. It was time for close combat.

Kid threw his bow aside, and quickly unsheathed his sword just in time to counter the enemies blades. Two versus one was simply unfair, but this was real battle. Odds were he would end up injured, but the thought did not bother him in the least.

The redhead felt the excitement of battle grow inside of him. This was a real battle, not some tribes man sparring session, and he liked it. Once again, Kid was caught off guard by one of the enemy who used the tree nearby him as leverage to jump up to gain height and momentum for his attack, while the other swung at him from in front.

The young chief quickly kicked the enemy in front of him and managed to barely dodge the blade headed straight for his head. He had to admit that his enemies were good at teamwork. The two were soon in front of him once again, and commenced a joint attack, but the young chief ran back to the camp fire area to gain balance and find the weapons his comrades left.

He easily found a sword lying around and picked it up just in time for to counter another attack by the two enemies in front. Their appearances were rough, and the young chief knew their appearance well. They were from the West Tribe, the only tribe which his father hated the most.

"How did you find our path to the borders?" He demanded, but he did not receive an answer.

They continued their attack with amazing team work, but the young chief's defenses never faltered. Their attacks might have been precise and deadly, but they lacked the power needed to overwhelm the red head. He risked a reckless move, and almost got stabbed in the stomach, only avoiding it by a mere inch, but with this move, he was able to stab one of the men in the chest.

The other enemy was caught off guard as Kid threw the man's partner's lifeless body at him. Both of the enemy fell to the ground, and the redhead quickly stabbed the remaining one in the neck, not wanting to finish the bastard off too quickly.

Blood spattered onto his face, but he remained unfazed by it. A little blood was nothing to him, and even as the light faded from the west tribesman's eyes, Kid could still feel the anger rising inside him. These western tribes men's lives weren't enough to pay for what they had done to his tribes men.

They died in his watch. It was his fault, and like hell would he let this slide. Revenge would be his.

The others, who had been hiding in the trees, ran out of their hiding place and quickly towards him.

"Are you okay?" He heard from his companions.

He tiredly nodded as the excitement and rush slowly drained away from his body, that is, until, a thought came across his mind: His best friend was missing.

Killer hadn't returned from his trip to the river. Without a word to his comrades, Kid picked up his bow, and ran in Killers direction as fast as he could, a feeling of dread settling in his stomach. He was sure his best friend had been the target.

He had just reached the edge of the the tree line when he felt a sting prick the back of his neck. He took hold of it, and ripped it from his skin, and looked at it. It was a dart.

Kid's vision lined with black, and he went down to his knees. As his head hit the forest floor with a loud thud, the voices of his fellow men slowly vanished around him and there was silence.

The red head slowly woke up from the rotten smell that surrounded him. His vision appeared blurred at first, and his body was numb, and unable to move. Kid blinked until he was able to see clearly, not quite able to process what he saw. But cleared vision or not, he was still greeted by the sight of two men dressed in foreign clothes, and yammering so low and fast, that he did not understand what they were saying.

The two men were dragging Kid's body by his chained feet across the moldy, blood stained stone floor. Kid lifted his head to try to gather information of where the hell he was, but it was to no avail.

The corridor was poorly lit, and the torch that cast the dim light was in the the hand of one of the two men dragging him. His chains continued to rattle as they pulled him along. The stone dug painfully into his back, but the redhead was smart enough not to make a noise. He tried to move his arms above in his head discreetly as possible, but the drug was still in his body,and his limbs would not move.

Kid clenched his teeth in anger and frustration. It was definitely the drug that prevented him from breaking out of the shackles and getting out of this situation, otherwise those two fuckers would be dead, and he'd be out of here.

He tried to calm down by breathing the air but choked, alerting the two men dragging his body that he was awake. The fucking air smelt like blood and rotten flesh and death. It was the smell that woke him up.

He noticed now that there was more light in the corridor, so he turned his head around, but instantly regretted it. The walls were decorated with the mutilated flesh of countless men. Assorted body parts were nailed into the wall, the blood dying the wood a dark red. The sounds of cages rattling and growls echoed far away in the dark rooms of the hallway, and somewhere above him, Kid could now clearly hear cheers and the screams of people, and their shouts through the walls, and made the poorly constructed ceiling shake.

The redhead gulped, nervously. Where was he, he wondered to himself.

"The barbarian is awake," He heard one of the men say. "But still sluggish. His full strength hasn't returned yet, but it won't be much longer till he'll be able to move again."

"Che. Took him long enough to wake up. I thought he was dead when they threw him in here," the other man with a nasally accent replied with a snort.

"Well, whatever drug they shot into this guy, it's effective enough to knock out a young horse. That makes things easier for us. Barbarians are fools, but fools or not, once this guy gets back his strength, I don't want to be anywhere near him."

"Why did they have to put him in the pits if he's so much trouble? Why couldn't they just kill him in the spot like the rest? It's hell of alot easier," the nasally voice whinned.

"You lazy bastard, the Roman soldiers are kind enough to give the citizens new entertainment and slaves! We get paid for this, so do your job and shut your mouth," the first soldier that had spoken scolded.

The other man simply laughed. "Grateful? We don't get paid enough to throw these stupid barbaric pigs who raised their swords against Rome in the pits with the creatures of the arena."

"A-a-against?" The red head stuttered. His voice was hoarse and it pained him to speak, his throat felt dry as sandpaper.

"Did the barbarian just speak Greek?" They asked each other in surprise.

They stopped dragging him and inspected Kid head to toe.

"You can speak greek? How is that possible for an uneducated, barbaric pig such as yourself to speak the language of the gods?" The first man who spoken and carried a torch, asked with disdain.

"That's preposterous," The other laughed. He dropped the red head's foot and approached his face. He spitted at the red head before kicking him hard in the stomach.

Kid glared at the man darkly.

"Just look at his hair." The same man said as he kneeled down and grabbed a fistful of Kid's red hair to yank it painfully.

The redhead hissed in pain and growled at the man, but the soldier just sneered, unfazed by Kid.

"It looks like it's made of blood," the soldier remarked to the one holding the torch.

"He's an exotic type of barbarian, I don't fucking care! Drag this fucking pig into the pits, and let's get the fucking job done! I want to fuck later!" The soldier with the torch barked at the other man, who simply laughed at him, unfazed by his friend's tone.

"You don't have to be such a fucking piss, " The nasally soldier chided playfully as he slammed the red head's skull into the stone floor, and stood up.

Kid clenched his fists and jaw in pain. He was going to show those assholes that they were messing with the wrong person as soon as he could move his damn body.

The man grabbed his foot once again and began to drag him where they suppose to take him once more. A short silence followed before the man spoke again to his partner.

"You know what? Didn't they have a weirdly light red haired woman with the other slaves?" he asked, that immediately interested the other one with the torch.

"Aye. She was feisty as a hornet," He remarked, agreeing with the second soldier.

"I heard they are going to sell her in a slave market later this afternoon."

The redhead didn't need to look at the nasally man's face to tell that he was being goaded into eliciting a harsh retort. But he was too relieved to to be angry at the moment. He was glad Bonney was alive, but wherever the rest of the tribesmen where, he hoped that they were okay.

"Her personality really turned me on." The man smirked, trying again to get a reaction out of Kid, and laughed lewdly, "I'd love to see her break."

The redhead could not help but snap hoarsely, "I swear, if you touch her-"

The two men simply laughed at him.

"Oh, excuse us, is she your woman?" The nasally man mocked, "Well, if that's the case, then I'll send your bloody, fucking braided hair to her broken body after you die in the pits~"

"You fucking assholes!" He roared at them, trying to move his feet to kick out at them, but his feet barely twitched in response.

Kid's attempt made the nasally man laugh louder.

"I'll fucking save her. I'll save all of them. Watch me, you fuckers." He whispered to himself.

The vile mouthed soldier opened his mouth to retort to Kid's whispered promise, but was shushed roughly by his companion, and all fell silent.

After some time later, Kid began to feel his upper body strength returning. He was able to raise his arms slowly and silently placed them on his chest. He looked down at his wrists, breathed in relief. At least, his beloved bracelets were still there. The Gods still favored him, for now.

His thoughts of relief completely disappeared though, as the once faint, and excited cheers become louder and louder with each step of the soldiers as they dragged him like a slab of meat. He silently cursed his luck. If given more time, once his strength returned, he could have easily broken the two men's heads without effort. But time was something he did not have, so all he could do was ready himself for the right moment, and conserve every ounce of his energy.

Suddenly, Kid was blinded by the light ahead, and before he knew it, his body was slammed into a pair of rusty, metal gate doors. The smell of rotten, sun burnt corpses and death got stronger around him, and quickly invaded all of his senses. He suppressed a violent gag by quickly covering his nose with his chained hands.

Now, with enough light, Kid could examine himself. He was covered with only a piece of cloth around his hips that barely covered his groin, and both of his pale, and now bloody, wrists and ankles were cuffed with a heavy metal chain, binding him tight enough to make it difficult to move.

He barely could breath with the suffocating smell around him, and the weight of the metal weighing him down. The upper half of his body still refused to move as his strength began to return to his drugged body slowly.

As Kid's red eyes slowly adjust the blinding light, he looked at what laid beyond the gate, to find two familiar men. Although they were dressed in nothing but shredded, blood stained clothes that barely covered them, the red head knew the two men in the pits without doubt. They were from his tribe.

The redhead held the rusty metal grills tightly as his eyes slowly widened. Their faces and bodies were covered with their own blood and open, ugly wounds. Both were exhausted and barely breathing. The black haired tribesmen clasped a hand around his bloody throat as he kneeled down beside the light blue, shaggy haired man with bloody, gruesome wounds stretched across his mouth. The young red head wasn't stupid, he knew they are dying from blood loss, and dehydration. For shits sake, they barely could stand up on their own.

Both men were armed with nothing but a poor looking swords, no doubt only having made it this far by their wits alone, as they fought side by side. The crowd's cheers were deafening as they screamed at the top of their lungs. Men and women had their arms in the air, wildly cheering for a good show as the battle was fought..

The pit was made mostly of sand, and scattered with dead land and grass. Huge rocks formed a small cliff like structure, adding difficulty to the fighting terrain. But Kid knew that the terrain held no obstacle for the men of his tribe...So why were they struggling, looking disgraceful like that?

Then, as if on cue, the red head man heard a loud, fierce roar that shook the pits. His red eyes widened in fear. It was a beast; a great beast armed with sharp claws and teeth. It was a fucking lion. The crowd's cries grew sharper, crazier with excitement, as they chanted the same word in unison: "KILL! KILL! KILL!"

As if the lion somehow understood the crowd's plea, it leaped into the air from the cliff. The big cat's jaw instantly tore the raven haired man's head off. The body twitched and slowly blood pour out of its neck, and dropped to the ground with a sickening thud.

The lion chewed the head slowly, and glared at the remaining man. The redhead could hear the crackling and snapping sounds as the lion continued to stare and eat, despite the deafening sound of the crowd jeering for action.

The bluenette turned, and ran away from the beast. Big mistake. He tried to climb to the wall, but as his whole body was stiff in pain, it did not take long for the lion to be bored by its first meal and headed for it's seconds.

The lion circled the man slowly to let the fear and pain on Kid's fellow comrade's face grow. The man's expression would haunt the red head forever, he knew, but despite the outcome, Kid could not look away..

The blue head seemed to realize his fate, and started to beg for mercy in front of the crowd. But they kept cheering for the lion, completely deaf to the man's pleading.

The light blue head knew he was in his own grave. He turned back and decided to fight. He threw his sword at the lion, but it was simply batted away by a sweep of a massive paw.

The man glared down at the lion as it approached him. Soon a deafening scream of pain and screams from the onlookers blended together, drowning out all other noise.

Kid held the bloody gate rails tighter, until his knuckles turned white. He tried to breath, and bit his lip until it dripped steadily with blood. On the inside he was wailing, he screamed inside. He lost them, he had lost more of his men, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. He was powerless once again. What should he do? DAMN it! He had to do SOMETHING!

"Fuck yeah! That was a fucking great show!" The guard from earlier shouted in excitement from behind him. "Damnatio Va Beastia!"

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