“Come here, girly. We won’t hurt you…..” Spok
Author:Cameron Paton Time:2024/11/25 Read: 6142“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.
Realizing how dangerous Cleo have became, the pirates started to flee.
“Cowards.” Cleo muttered, yet deciding not give chase.
“So do I change back?” Cleo thought as she gaze down at her new body, before deciding to close hers.
After a few seconds, Cleo felt her body shrinking, returning to her normal body.
Unknown to Cleo, the entire battle had been observed.
“What sort of power is that?” Marco questioned as he hover in the air with flaming blue wings.
The salt spray stung Cleo’s face as she scrambled back across the beach, the coarse sand burning her knees. “Come here, girly. We won’t hurt you…” the pirate captain’s words were a cruel parody of kindness, his wicked grin at odds with the cold glint of his cutlass. His voice, devoid of warmth, sent shivers down her spine. How had she, a humble librarian on holiday, stumbled into this nightmare?
The pirates, a motley crew of sun-baked thugs, jostled amongst themselves, their eagerness to claim their prize palpable. This was her chance! With a desperate cry, she bolted, sand flying in her wake. But her hope was short-lived. The sharp crack of a pistol shot ripped through the air, a bullet whistling past her ear. She glanced back; they were pursuing her, their raucous laughter echoing behind her.
“Go away!” she screamed, the panic seizing her breath. Then, a strange tingling sensation washed over her, a heat that spread from her toes to her head, twisting and reshaping her very being.
The pirates watched, slack-jawed, as Cleo’s body writhed and expanded, transforming into a colossal humanoid figure, its skin the rich brown and gold of ancient Egyptian statuary. Hieroglyphic-like markings pulsed faintly across its immense form.
“Huh?!” Cleo gasped, her voice a deep rumble that vibrated the very ground beneath her feet. The transformation was complete, and she felt the immense power coursing through her.
“W-what sort of Devil Fruit is that?!” one pirate stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief and terror.
Devil Fruit? The word sparked a flicker of understanding in the chaos of her newfound reality. Then, a voice, strong and resonant, echoed in her mind, The Phantom God Exodia Incarnate…
With a shake of her colossal head, Cleo gazed down at the cowering pirates, her eyes narrowing. She raised one massive leg, and brought it down with a thunderous crash. Sand exploded outwards, throwing the pirates sprawling.
“Need to control this new body…,” she muttered, aware of the unsettling instability of her immense power. She saw a few of the pirates scrambling to their feet, weapons raised. With a sweep of her arm, a surge of searing flame erupted from her palm, engulfing the would-be attackers.
Realizing the sheer, terrifying power they faced, the remaining pirates abandoned their weapons and fled, screaming in terror.
“Cowards,” Cleo muttered, but didn’t pursue. She looked down at her gargantuan form. Should I change back? The question lingered. She closed her eyes, willing the transformation to reverse. After a few moments, the sensation of shrinking returned. When she opened her eyes, she was once again Cleo, albeit shaken, bruised and covered in sand.
Unseen, unobserved by Cleo, a figure watched from the air – Marco, his flaming blue wings cutting through the twilight sky. He descended slowly, his gaze fixed on the spot where the colossal figure had stood.
“What sort of power was that?” he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. The answer, for now, remained a mystery.
