Setting: Entry Way
Time: Day 11, mid afternoon
Summary: Ace enters the House and finds himself in a much better place than the one he left
Warnings: Probable bad language
Ace was having a bad day.
That was his first thought when he tripped, went to his knees for probably the seventh time, not even able to throw out his hands to stop the impact, he just stayed down, exhausted and ready to give up, waiting for the two silent guards to drag him forcibly to his feet again.
His body ached, ached deep to the core of his being, the place where his fire had once rested.
On second thought....one might say that Ace was having a bad life at the moment, kneeling on the stairs in Marine HQ, with his pirate markings bared for all to see. Fresh from the deepest level of Impel Down, wrapped in ten pounds of sea stone which might as well have been ten tons and still aching from wounds received in his battle with Blackbeard, Ace was at the shit end of his stick.
He was tired, a tiredness that couldn't be blamed on Sea Stone. Even if Whitebeard came, he knew he was going to die...the moment Blackbeard had handed him over, there was nothing left for him...He'd die without ever feeling the rush of flame again. He'd die having failed his Captain, the closest thing he'd ever had to a father. Die for nothing, with his brother dead behind him, dead trying to save his miserable hide. There was nothing left for him, nothing but the cold judgment of the Marine's blades.
He sighed, taking the moment he was allowed to breathe, closing his eyes and waiting for the guards to drag him again to his feet, the chains singing a familiar song on the stone floor behind him.
He wondered if the chains would miss him as little as he would miss them when he finally went to the giant ocean in the sky. They'd been close friends for such a long time....
He hoped he'd still have his fire.
Ace quietly learned forward to press his forehead against the cool marble. If the guards were going to give him a moment to rest, he'd gladly take it.
It was only then that he realized he was no longer on a staircase, and no one was holding the chains. He hesitantly backed away from the middle of the floor, still kneeling as he tried to reach the wall.
Where in the hell was he now?.