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"There he is, stop him!" A marine shouted, pointing at a blond-haired boy streaking in the opposite direction. All marines turned his direction and began sprinting to catch up.
"What are you after me for?" The blond boy shouted back, knocking a pedestrian over as he was running, "Oops! Sorry!" He ran at a breakneck pace, flying gracefully through the streets. It almost seemed as if he was gliding along the concrete rather than running...
As the docks came into sight, a horde of marines turned a corner and walled him in. He came to a stop, panting slightly, and took in his surroundings.
Lougetown was very pretty at this time of year. Sun shining, not a cloud in the sky. People walking and shopping through the streets, talking and laughing amongst themselves. Anyone out and about in the town would be enjoying themselves on a day like this. Unfortunately, today wasn't Brett Grove's day.
The marines swooped in, surrounding Brett and pointing their guns at him. Now that he was stopped, a few of the marines shot each other furtive glances. This was "Brett the Gale, the Human Hurricane"? The infamous pirate worth 15 million beli? Standing upright, he was a small thing, no older than 18, averaging 5'7" and weighing no more than 140lbs. His bright, bleach blond hair glittered in the sunglight, and combined with his pale complexion, gave him the look of a very exasperated vampire. After a few moments of gathering themselves at the somewhat disappointing look of their deadly enemy, one of the marines finally spoke,
"Brett Grove, known as Brett the Gale, the Human Hurricane, you're under arrest for the merciless slaughter of countless victims throughout East Blue and the Grand Line. Captain Smoker and Tashigi have already been notified and are on their way. Give up now or we will resort to force."
Brett gave a huge, audible sigh that made all the marines flinch. "Is THAT why you're after me? How many times do I have to tell you people? I have a twin brother. His name is Brock. He's a sick, twisted megalomaniac who kills people because he thinks they're of a weaker species than him."
A few of the marines glanced around, not sure whether to believe him, when the same marine spoke again, although a trace of uncertainty was hidden in his voice.
"A likely story, I'm sure. I used to hear about having an evil twin brother when my mom was tucking me into bed--"
"Your mom tucked you into bed? How is it you're in the marines again?" Brett asked, a smirk appearing on his face. The marine glowered.
"This is no time for jokes! Do you understand the position you're in?" He spat angrily.
"Yes, and it's very uncomfortable." Brett shifted his weight from one foot to the other, then continued, "there we go. Anyway, I'm not waiting up for ol' Captain Smoker to get here, I know how he handles criminals. So if you'll just excuse me...." Brett crouched down low. All the marines took a step back, too scared at what was about to happen. And in that split second, Brett shot off, jumping out of the circle, and landed gracefully twenty feet away, where he bolted around a corner and disappeared from view.
"After him!" The lead marine shouted, and all of them took chase.
High above Loguetown, on the rooftop of a particularly large building, Brett sat, watching the marines looking for him with a concerned look on his face.
"Brock, you bastard... I know you're here somewhere..." He stood up and stretched, looking all around him. His attention was caught by the platform in the middle of the courtyard, the very same one where Gold Roger was executed. But it wasn't the execution platform that caught his eye. It was the kid in a red vest and straw hat standing on top of it. And laughing.
"What in the world...?" Brett wondered aloud, squinting his eyes for a better view, "Who could be that dumb?" With a soft leap, Brett sprung from rooftop to rooftop, curious as to what the kid was up to.