“Come here, girly. We won’t hurt you…..” Spok
Author:Cameron Paton Time:2024/11/25 Read: 6289“Come here, girly. We won’t hurt you…..” Spoke a pirate, yet his voice doesn’t hold any warmth, but instead has a wicked smile on his face and gleaming cutlass is held in one of his hands.
“How did I end up in this mess?” Cleo thought, starting to become anixous as she step back across the sandy beach.
The group of pirates started to bicker amongst themselves, seemingly eager to be the first to have a go with her.
“Now’s my chance!” Cleo thought as she began to run away.
However, this was short lived as a bullet sped past her and as Cleo glanced over shoulder, she saw the pirates chasing after her.
“Go away!” Cleo shouted before suddenly feeling a strange sensation going over her body.
The pirates watched as Cleo’s body started to change, transforming in a large egyptian-themed humanoid creature with brown/golden skin.
“Huh?!” Cleo exclaimed in a shock tone of voice as she examine her new form.
“W-what short of Devil Fruit is that?!” One of the pirates exclaimed with widened eyes.
“Devil Fruit?” Cleo thought, perking up slightly.
“The Phantom God Exodia Incarnate…..” A voice suddenly spoke with Cleo’s head, possibly revealing the name of the being that she’s transformed into.
Shaking her head, Cleo gazed down at the group of pirates, eyes narrowing before raising an leg and brought it down.
The sand exploded when Cleo’s leg crashed onto the ground, causing the pirates to scatter.
“Need to control the new body better…..” Cleo muttered, feeling how unstable she is feeling.
She then notice some of the pirates seemingly getting ready to attack her.
Cleo swings one of her massive arms in response and became surprise when flames bust into live within her palm, striking the pirates.
The salt spray stung Cleo’s face as she stumbled backward, the coarse sand digging into her knees. “Come here, girly. We won’t hurt you…” the pirate captain’s words, dripping with false charm, echoed in the oppressive silence. His smile, a cruel slash across his grizzled face, held no warmth, only the glint of anticipation reflected in the polished steel of his cutlass.
How had she, a humble librarian on a much-needed vacation, ended up here? The idyllic beach, once a promise of serenity, now felt like a cage. Panic clawed at her throat. The pirates, a motley crew of sun-baked thugs, bickered amongst themselves, their eyes like hungry wolves sizing up their prey.
Her chance. Cleo bolted, the adrenaline fueling her flight across the sand. But freedom was fleeting. The sharp crack of a pistol shot tore through the air, a bullet whistling past her ear. The chase was on.
“Go away!” she screamed, her lungs burning. Then, the strangest sensation washed over her, a tingling heat that spread from her toes to the crown of her head. She felt her bones shifting, her skin changing, muscles expanding with impossible power.
The pirates stopped, their jaws slack. Where Cleo had stood, a colossal figure now towered – a humanoid creature of bronze and gold, sculpted like a pharaoh’s statue brought to life. Hieroglyphs, shimmering with an inner light, adorned its immense limbs.
“Huh?!” The words escaped her, but the voice was deeper, richer, resonating with the power of a collapsing mountain. It was her voice, but amplified, transformed.
One pirate’s stammered words pierced through the stunned silence. “W-what sort of Devil Fruit is that?!”
Devil Fruit? The term sparked a flicker of understanding in the chaos. Then, a voice, not hers yet undeniably linked to her, boomed within her mind: “The Phantom God Exodia Incarnate…”
Cleo, or rather, Exodia, gazed down at the scattered pirates, her new eyes narrowing. With a thunderous stomp, her massive leg plunged into the sand, the impact creating a shockwave that sent the pirates sprawling.
“Need to control this… body better…” she muttered, the immense power feeling alien yet exhilarating. The instability was unnerving, a wild storm raging within her newfound form.
Several pirates, bolder or more desperate, scrambled to their feet, weapons drawn. With a flick of her wrist, Cleo’s massive arm swung. To her surprise, flames, born from some inner furnace, erupted from her palm, a searing inferno engulfing the charging pirates. The air crackled with unimaginable power.
The beach, once a tranquil paradise, was now a battlefield, the scene a testament to Cleo’s unexpected, and incredibly powerful, transformation. The librarian was gone, replaced by a force of nature, a god incarnate, grappling with the awesome responsibility of her new reality. And the pirates? They were about to learn a very painful lesson about the dangers of messing with a librarian on vacation.
