"The weak don't get to choose how they die, and they certainly don't get to decide for others." "I'm not weak." Trafalgar Law was a boy born to die, a child condemned from the moment he was conceived. "Who killed him." "Dapple, we need to-" "Who. Killed. My father, Law. Vergo?" "....it was Doflamingo." Donquixote Dulcinea was a girl born into lies, a child raised into deception and deceit. "Do you regret it?" "Regret what?" "Not killing me with my own knife." Two bodies filled to the brim with wrath ready to be unleashed upon the poor, unsuspecting world. (Just writing and publishing as I go, trying to break writers block. This follows the storyline to a degree, I guess. I'm really just trying to have fun writing again. Don't expect all the details to match up or the quality to be the greatest, but hey, i did my best. :) )