Yea, um, based on the same timeline as my last story, this story has a couple of deaths. so…enjoy
Ten Acre Field:
Ah, a fine pasture land, I sometimes go for a walk up there, Primarily use for turnips and other root crops. Itâ€
s guardian – essentially a thing of cloth and straw – is young Sanji.
I saw him a while back, over in that restaurant where I first met Robin. He was very polite, in his finest suit as he served me my meal. “Always build your corners, sir.� He winked. He would soon pay for this…though I kept quiet.
Soon after seizing her from him, I found him sniffing around one afternoon, he tried to take her…I pulled her away, he tried to fight but I brought my knife up to his neck. It all went dark for him.
When he woke his feet were cased in concrete and I had dressed him in some of my old clothes. “Youâ€re a fine site now.â€? Says I. “Not so handsome now youâ€ve shat your nice suit are you? Is he Robin?â€? She was a little quiet. I got him in the barrow and took him out to ten acre. Iâ€d been up half the night making a bag out of old meat wrappers. I planted him, just like a tree and pulled the bag tight over his screaming head. Ha, ha, ha.
Old Cemetary
Before I met her, this was my stomping ground. Newly buried bodies still hold a variety of meats. Itâ€s guardian is one Monkey D. Luffy.
We went to the post office, to deposit our money. In line there was a fool like no other in front of us. Iâ€d be surprised if he knew how to count. When he reached the front of the line and he let me and my Robin in front of us. The swine!
After the post office I had decided, I invited him around for tea. Boy, the meat that boy ate was magnificent, he would have cleaned me out if he never took that shovel to the head.
Now the kiddies trick or treating on Halloween do not know what they laugh at when they walk past him. He wonâ€t be letting us past again. Old Luffy o Lantern with a pumpkin for a head.
Oh and nice hat, itâ€s mine now.
The Back Yard
Not very big, usually used for storage, a crazy paved path to the old water pump. Itâ€s guardian is Giles. He was our son.
Giles was at home all day. It was the holidays. He was a pretty boy, he had his motherâ€s looks. Oh he liked it when she gave him some meat. “Thanks mumâ€? I heard him say. The swine! But I held my peace until it was time, oh yes…I ‘d been watching.
I asked him to come out and help me bring in the new deliverys. Iâ€d been watchful of it ever since that Luffy man came around, maybe there were more like him. Giles thought I was just being paranoid. Little did the villain know that what was in my heart was revenge, revenge.
I whacked him over the head with a cow leg and sliced him up. Those eyes would not lock with his motherâ€s ever again as I stuffed him into the water pump. His remaining bones cracked like dry old twigs, yes they did.
The Breakfast Table
A Fine old table. Early 20th century. Polished oak, with well turned legs. Itâ€s guardian is Giles†babysitter Vivi.
I watched her, she seemed to know too much, she watched me out of the corner of her eyes. Ever since Giles had gone she had come around more often, wondering where he was. One time she had even walked in on me taking a slice out of Robinâ€s large bosoms.
Enough was enough, even under my own roof sheâ€d accuse me. I locked the doors, it seemed that she was eager to reach the police, not likely. “Iâ€ll go to the police. I know where you belong.â€? She cried. My wife Robin didnâ€t want this as she held her down, I got out my trusty knife, it would see another day of death.
The girl stoped struggling after the initial wound, I quickly tended to it, making sure she wouldn't die. I stitched her mouth up and sat her down at the table, she can watch it forever now.
