Third-Person Sample: The floor was filthy, his shorts were torn and covered in substances one wouldn’t even try to name, his body was cold all the way the bone and the sea stone chains binding him burned and hurt in ways that would make a lesser man weep for his mother.
It was dark, he was covered in so many wounds, some of them festering with infection and he knew he had to smell pretty damn bad. After all…they didn’t exactly free him and allow him to use the bathroom or anything. But in spite of all of this the only pain Ace felt was that within his heart.
He had been locked in this cell for weeks enduring horrors that would make grown men wet their pants and seek mental counseling over with barely the blink of an eye because in all honesty, how does one break something that was never whole to begin with?
He shifted lightly, trying to ease the pain in his shoulders but all it did was create pain somewhere else. He wished his mind would just quiet down, maybe then he could possibly just die in peace without having to worry about everyone that was undoubtedly going to try and save him. Maybe if he died they would just stop? No…Gramps had said as much. His father, Whitebeard, was coming and not even him dying now would stop the inevitable clash about to happen.
The thought brought tears to his eyes again. He wasn’t worth rescue. He shouldn’t even be alive so why were they trying to save him? He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. The last thing Ace wanted was someone to die because of him. He didn’t want any of his brothers on the crew or Whitebeard or anyone else to get hurt or possibly even die because he was stupid and made a huge mistake.
“So stupid…” Ace mumbled to himself as he cried silently. “So incredibly stupid.” His cries soon became soft sobs he couldn’t contain as the hurt and guilt of causing his loved ones pain welled up within him. “I should have listened…to you.” He murmured. Whitebeard and Marco had all but begged him not to go after Teach. The old man had been willing to let the slight slide because he was afraid Ace’s hot headedness would get the better of him. And it did.
He didn’t regret going after Blackbeard. It went against himself to let something like that go because his family was important to him and Teach had killed a member of his family. But all the same, Ace wished he had been smarter about it. If he had thought things through and not rushed in headfirst it might have turned out different in the end. Now he would never know, all he could do was sit in his cell and wait for the end. He just hoped Luffy stayed away. He would never forgive himself if his little brother got hurt all because of him. This thought brought him back full circle. “Wouldn’t have been better…if I had never been born?”
part 2/2
It was dark, he was covered in so many wounds, some of them festering with infection and he knew he had to smell pretty damn bad. After all…they didn’t exactly free him and allow him to use the bathroom or anything. But in spite of all of this the only pain Ace felt was that within his heart.
He had been locked in this cell for weeks enduring horrors that would make grown men wet their pants and seek mental counseling over with barely the blink of an eye because in all honesty, how does one break something that was never whole to begin with?
He shifted lightly, trying to ease the pain in his shoulders but all it did was create pain somewhere else. He wished his mind would just quiet down, maybe then he could possibly just die in peace without having to worry about everyone that was undoubtedly going to try and save him. Maybe if he died they would just stop? No…Gramps had said as much. His father, Whitebeard, was coming and not even him dying now would stop the inevitable clash about to happen.
The thought brought tears to his eyes again. He wasn’t worth rescue. He shouldn’t even be alive so why were they trying to save him? He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. The last thing Ace wanted was someone to die because of him. He didn’t want any of his brothers on the crew or Whitebeard or anyone else to get hurt or possibly even die because he was stupid and made a huge mistake.
“So stupid…” Ace mumbled to himself as he cried silently. “So incredibly stupid.” His cries soon became soft sobs he couldn’t contain as the hurt and guilt of causing his loved ones pain welled up within him. “I should have listened…to you.” He murmured. Whitebeard and Marco had all but begged him not to go after Teach. The old man had been willing to let the slight slide because he was afraid Ace’s hot headedness would get the better of him. And it did.
He didn’t regret going after Blackbeard. It went against himself to let something like that go because his family was important to him and Teach had killed a member of his family. But all the same, Ace wished he had been smarter about it. If he had thought things through and not rushed in headfirst it might have turned out different in the end. Now he would never know, all he could do was sit in his cell and wait for the end. He just hoped Luffy stayed away. He would never forgive himself if his little brother got hurt all because of him. This thought brought him back full circle. “Wouldn’t have been better…if I had never been born?”