Chapter 27
So I somehow managed to stuff up the reviews and stuff by deleting chapter 20 (it was the apology for disappearing chapter) If your review doesn't show up I apologise and will continue to hate technology. But that's pretty much all I can do… (sorrrry)
Warnings for violence and blood and idiots – let me know if there is anything weird
I don't own one piece
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"So where are we going?" Marty asked, grunting in pain as she was shoved roughly round a corner, "I can walk without assistance, thank you." She grumbled limping as fast as she could with Beef cake number two's big meaty fist wrapped around her arm.
Marty glanced around sullenly as she was led through grand passageways, eerily empty of all life.
"…Why are the servants also gone?" Marty asked curiously, leaning forward for a better angle, "I mean I can understand kidnapping the Mayor and his brood but the servants? And the rest of the town?"
"You've given up pretending to be the Mayors daughter then?" Beef Cake one grunted, Marty tilted her head to the side.
"Oh yeah… do you really care that much?"
"You look like a street urchin, we didn't believe you to begin with," BC1 pointed out.
"Right, so where are we going?" Marty asked again, and then jolted forwards as she received a smack upside the head for her troubles.
"Stop asking questions," BC1 growled, "We'll be there soon."
"If you were going to answer anyway, why'd you hit me?" BC2 laughed as BC1 whacked her again, before grunting his version of language.
"I agree, you're not too bright are you girl?" BC1 said frowning. Marty shrugged, rubbing her head irritated.
"I'm not as dumb as you look," Marty muttered, then ducked as BC1's hand flew past. BC1 glared at her, obviously considering taking another swing before he turned his gaze towards the large doors they were approaching.
Marty eyed the doors apprehensively as BC1 stepped forwards to drag them open. Flicking her eyes to her arm Marty wondered if it would be worth attempting to escape. As if reading her thoughts BC2 glanced down and tighten his grip till it was almost painful. Marty looked up to meet eyes more intelligent than his language capability's and massive arms would suggest and decided it would be a better idea just to walk into the room.
Which by the way was the size of two football fields and completely packed people. They were sorted into two large groups being herded about by butch men in muscle shirts. The least crowded section, to where she was being dragged, held several cages. Not all of them were empty.
Marty was getting really sick of cages.
"So this's where the town went," Marty mused out loud, frowning as she was dragged past, "why are they separated? I'm guessing the meatballs down the middle separating them are with you," she said to BC2's back not expecting an answer, "What's the deciding factor? Sock size? Favourite animals? Star sign? Cause I can tell you right now I'm a – whoa!" BC2 wrench her forward, nearly dislocating her arm as he threw her roughly onto the floor in front of them. Marty pushed herself up once she has skidded to a stop, rubbing her shoulder, "Leo. Gees mate, gentleman of the year you are-… Hello. Nice nose." The man in front of her stared at her with a stern but confused look on his face, before raising his head to look down his formidable nose at the Beef Cakes.
"Maurice – what is this?" Marty raised her eyebrows.
"It's who Beaky boy and- wait your name's Maurice?"
"We found it in the Mayor living room Sir," said 'Maurice' glaring at Marty who had stuffed a fist into her mouth in an attempt to muffle her giggles. The Man returned his gaze to Marty frowning. He obviously was trying to look imposing, but it came off as a little boy who had climbed into his father's arm chair and was grumpy because someone had told him to get down.
"So it was you who threw furniture from the window," the Man said irritated, Marty blinked confused for a second. It took a lot of will power to stop herself rolling her eyes.
"Yeah that sounds like me," Marty muttered.
"You ripped the door of a very expensive antique cabinet," the Man said is a voice that implied it was a crime akin to eating babies. Marty attempted to look regretful and resolved to kick Ace between the legs next time she saw him.
"Sorry, it seemed like the correct choice at the time," Marty said shrugging. Beaky boy looked scandalised.
"It seemed like the correct choice to trespass into the Mayors house and throw his furniture out the window!?"
"Well technically you and your boy band are trespassing as well," Marty pointed out, pushing herself up so she was sitting cross legged, facing the Amazing Beak Man who flushed an angry red at her comment..
"I am Edgar Parrish, and you should show me some respect," The Man spat.
"Are you now," Marty said, the man named Edgar frowned at her quiet tone, "you wouldn't happen to be the Mayors assistant would you? I'd like to arrange a meeting with him." Edgar laughed unpleasantly.
"Oh would you now, you think highly of yourself do you? You're dressed worse than the Inn's whore and you're demanding an audience with the Mayor?" Edgar chuckled watching the girl. Slightly unnerved when she didn't react to his taunts, instead sat staring at him with her flat purple eyes.
"I would assume being a prostitute she would dress rather snazzily. Why are the town's people here? Is it because Cake's…-Charlene's missing?" Marty asked after a moment
"Hardly," Edgar spat, "And Mayors Assistant is incorrect," Edgar said drawing himself up proudly, "I have promoted myself to Mayor." Edgar deflated slightly when Marty didn't react beyond a raised eyebrow.
"Sure," Marty flicked her eyes to the cages holding a Man and woman, "Any way-" Edgar slammed his hands down onto his chairs armrests as he shot upright. Marty watched his chest heave angrily with a level gaze.
"You disrespectful slut, get her out of my sight. It is beneath me to question her," Edgar shrieked, Marty snorted as she was hauled to her feet by Maurice.
"I'd rather be a slut than a backstabbing prat, who's jealous of my sex life to boot," Marty's head snapped back as Edgars fist slammed into her face.
Marty kept her face blank as blood dripped down over her lip. Then she smiled bearing her teeth.
"Imma tell you now, Beaky boy. Charlene hits harder," Marty glanced back at the cage as the Man's head whipped around to stare at her, "You keep an eye out, I'll see you later." Edgar took a step back, and then went a lovely shade of magenta.
"Get this trash out of my sight," Edger blustered, slamming back into his seat, as though the chair gave him strength. Marty chuckled as Maurice and Co. dragged her away from Edgar, straight past the group of cages.
"Wait please," the Man said flinching as Maurice slammed a fist onto the bars, "My daughter! Have you seen her?" The man begged. The woman in the cage next to him raised her head so quickly Marty worried about whiplash.
"She has a hell of a sword arm, sir," Marty said dipping her head in respect, which made Edgar slam his hand down again.
"Maurice get that thing out of here!" Edgar screeched. Marty resisted the temptation to stick out her tongue.
"I didn't think you could be demoted from trash but there it is," Marty said cheerfully as the men towed her through the crowd.
"You should watch your mouth brat, Mr Edgars a powerful man," Maurice hissed. Marty rolled her eyes as they pushed her through the barricade of muscle men.
"If I agreed with you, we would both be wrong. Edgars an idiot. Give it an hour and he'll be down off that high horse of his," Marty said cheerfully as the Men turned to go. Maurice grunted.
"When Pigs fly."
"With sufficient thrust, pigs fly just fine," Marty called after their retreating backs, ignoring the people around her as they turned to stare. Marty shook her head with a sigh, the smile slipping off her face.
"God must love stupid people," Marty muttered pushing her hat down onto her head as she surveyed the crowd, "he made so many," From here it was easier to see people being shuffled in and out of a large set of doors, opposite to where she had come in. The line coming out looked relieved, if not haggard as they were shepherded into the other group.
"So it's before and after," Marty mused, wiping her fingers over her split lip. Marty was in the before group. Before what though, she wondered glancing at the blood on her fingers with a sigh, as she was shuffled into the queue.
And why were those idiots throwing antique furniture out of windows anyway? She gets caught so they wouldn't be and they begin hurling objects out and down three stories.
"Marty?" Marty blinked, turning to coming face to face with the kindest face on the whole island, "Marty! My child what happened to your face?" Donna said horrified, stepping back surprised as Marty threw her arms around her.
"Donna," Marty said delighted, stepping back to hold her at arm's length, "circumstances aside it's marvellous to see you." Donna chuckled as she pulled out a handkerchief.
"It's nice to see you too dear, I thought I had lost you onto that pirate's ship," She said with a sad smile as she attempted to wipe the blood of the young girls face. Marty glanced downwards guiltily.
"Smugglers ship," Marty corrected, trying not to wince as Donna pushed down on a particularly tender spot, "It was pirates that rescued us actually." Donna's eyebrows went up as she paused in her task.
"You've been on quite an adventure," Donna said quietly as they were pushed along, Marty smiled slightly, "you look older," the older woman continued thoughtfully.
"I've been away not two weeks," Marty protested with a laugh, "speaking of which, Donna," she said, eyes refocusing on the doors, "what happened?"
/ - lets go back several minutes shall we?
"… Which door did they go through?" Polo asked after a minute of silence. The group stared at the two identical doors in front of them. Beth glanced sideways at Cake.
"Were do they go?" Beth asked frowning when Cake looked back at her non-plussed.
"I have no idea, I've never been this way before," She admitted with a shrug. Ace slapped a hand to his face as Marco stared at her in disbelief.
"I thought this was your house," Polo objected faintly, Cake tugged at an out of place hair.
"Well yes, but this is a servants passage way. Edgar said I was never to go this way," Amber nodded in approval.
"As is should be."
"Are you kidding me?" Beth squawked, "You weren't even curious?" Cake shrugged uncomfortably. Jack laughed shaking his head.
"Split up?"
"Ace and I can take the left," Amber immediately volunteered grabbing Ace's arm. Ace looked down at his arm like he wasn't sure where it came from.
"No," Cake said putting up her hand as Amber glared at her indignantly, "you and Ace are no longer allowed to be left alone. It might to be your fault Marty got caught, but we all saw the cupboard shaking." Marco fought to keep his face straight as Polo bent double, laughing so hard he was silent, "From now on jump on Polo if you "scared" and let Ace deal with handling Marty." Polo immediately stopped laughing and stared deploringly at Cake. Ace rolled his eyes wondering if he could pull his arm out of Ambers grip without offending her.
"Fine which door," Ace said glancing at Cake who looked indignant,
"I just said-"
"Left," Beth said shrugging. Marco raised an eyebrow as she walked by him.
"Why,"
"Cause war isn't decided by who right, but by who's left."
"Seriously?"
"Of course not I did ein-y mean-y min-y mo," Beth said haughtily, pulling the door open and stalking through, with Cake on her heels.
"It's sad that no one has a better idea," Ace pointed out as he walked after them with Ambers arm hooked through his own.
"What did I just say," Cake shook her head, "Marco do us all a favour and pull them apart," Cake said waving at Polo to catch up. Marco shrugged before doing as she bid.
"Hey!" Amber said indignantly as Marco slung an arm around Ace shoulders and towed him along. Ace didn't look totally sure to what was going on.
"You man meat, you," Marco said fondly, messing up his hair.
"That was none of your busi…ness," Amber trailed off as they ducked through a doorway into a large room.
"What is this stuff?" Marco dropped his arm to pick up a flat rectangle. He attempted to open it but dropped it instead, wincing at the sound of cracking glass, "Oop's," He said guiltily glancing at Cake, who looked from the broken mess on the ground to the mounds of object surrounding them.
"Cake?" Beth asked picking up a black object.
"I've never seen any off this stuff before," Cake said confused picking up a round object. Beth turned her object over.
"I think…" Beth frowned, "I think this might be a gun, but it's not one I've ever seen before."
"Mother Mary, Joseph and the holy spirit," Amber hissed, "This –WHOA DON'T YOU DARE!" Amber said throwing herself at Cake who had hooked her finger into a loop on the round object. After pulling her finger out of the loop, Amber wrenched the ball shaped thing away.
"What was that for?" Cake said indignantly. Amber thrust the object in front of Cakes face making her step back.
"You see this?" Amber all but shouted, "This is a grenade, it's a bomb you freaking idiot! A very powerful one! And pulling that pin is how you set it off!" Cake blinked, looked at the bomb, then at Amber, before backing away.
"Seriously," Marco asked coming forward to study the grenade over Ambers shoulder, "I've never seen the like before." Amber laughed sullenly, looking around.
"Yeah well that over there is bazooka, there is a whole heap of flamethrowers in that direction, and Beth is – she fiddling with a bloody machine gun. Put that down," Amber said ducking as Beth turned the object over in her hands pointing the nozzle straight at them.
"How do you know all this stuff," Jack asked curiously prodding the laptop Marco had broken with his toe. Amber placed the grenade carefully back on its pile before walking over to a line of computers set up against the wall.
"Turns out Marty and I aren't the only things that came through a portal. Hell this might be what they were attempting to bring through in the first place," Amber studied the generator linking the computers, before prodding a button and jumping back as it roared to life.
"Someone's going to hear that," Ace warned picking up a mini gun to stare curiously down the barrel, "Whose they? And what's all this crap doing in Princess's house?" Amber sat as the screen of the computer flickered to life. Marco glanced at jack who nodded, then moved to the door to stand guard.
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be rooting around through their computer," Amber said absently, as the computer dinged its opening tune, hand resting on the mouse she began sorting through folders, "This might not be all they have- dammit I wish Marty were here. I don't understand this drivel." Amber said annoyed glaring at the screen. Beth walked up to her to peer curiously at the lit up glass.
"Marty?"
"That's what I said," Amber said getting out of her chair to walk over to the pile of laptops, sorting through it. Beth turned to watch her.
"Why would be any better at this than you?" Marco asked frowning as Amber crowed triumphantly holding up a box with a tail. Amber snatched up an unbroken laptop before carrying her load back to the desktops.
"Because, Cabbage Patch, she hacks and fixes computers in her spare time," Amber said plugging the hard dive onto the computer she had been using, "And she's got extensive knowledge in weaponry thanks to her parents." Beth shook her head, trying to keep up.
"I thought her parents are diplomats," Beth said glancing towards Polo who had climbed up a mass of scaffolding and was prodding the cone sticking out the top. Amber finished clicking at the computer, and pulled out the hard drive. She gathered up her armful and hit the off button on the generator.
"They are," Amber said scornfully turning around," They –WHAT ARE YOU DOING! GET OFF THE MISSILE YOU IDIOT!" Polo flinched, and began climbing down very quickly, as Amber tried to get her breathing under control, "They are, they're diplomats for the military. They go all over the world assisting in war and peace treaties. I think they're in France at the moment dealing with the rise of Black Market weapons in Iran."
"I was less confused before you tried to explain," Cake volunteered. Amber snorted, pointing at the door.
"Everyone out, we need to get this to Marty now," Amber said tucking the laptop and hard drive under her arm, "If they have missiles there very well might be bio weapons – which we need to know about yesterday if they do."
"Do we leave all this here?" Marco asked curiously, slapping Ace's shoulder as he tried to sneak out with a machine gun, "You don't even know how to use it, put it back." Amber picked up a hand gun, studied it, and then stuck it in the back of her skirt.
"I would just chuck a grenade in and close the door, but the room could be stocked with chemicals or nukes," Amber said following Jack out, turning to watch as Marco closed the door.
"Nukes?" Jack pulled his head.
"Trust me, your world doesn't want to know," Amber assured him, staring down at her armful. Ace shook his head.
"I want to know how two girls come from a world well stocked with weapons and have absolutely no prior experience in fighting," Ace muttered to Marco.
They went through the right door this time.
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Marty stared as her questioner as he looked her up and down with a bored expression on his face.
"Alright kid, answer the questions truthfully and your free to go. We will know if you're lying. That man over there ate the Truth Truth fruit and can sniff out lies," He said sounding like he was reading from a script. Marty glanced at the Man standing behind the questioners. He looked like the kind of man who broke boulders with his forehead for fun.
Marty looked back at her questioner as he held up a photo of an enormous strawberry with swirls running across the surface.
"This is the Yaosu Yaosu devil fruit," The man said in a bored voice, "It went missing two weeks ago. It is a very powerful devil fruit, as well as having the highest selling price in the world. Now," the man dropped the photo onto the table, raising his eyes. Marty met his blank, bored stare with one of her own.
"Have you ever seen this fruit?"
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MAMAAAAAAAAA, JUST KILLED A MAN, PUTA GUN AGAINST HEAD, PULLED MY TRIGGER NOW HE"S DEAAAAD
(Yeah don't listen to BR while writing – or do, it's worth the lack of concentration. )
GOTTA LEAVE YOU ALL BEHIND AND FACE THE TRUTH
MAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAA
*EPIC GUITAR SOLO*
….
OH MAMA MIA LET ME GO
Bow nanana now nananan now nanana now nanann now
Bananana now bananananan now
OOOOOOOOOOH BABAAAAY DON'T DO THIS TO ME BABEEEEY, JUST GOTTA GET OUT JUST GOTTA GET RIGHT OUTTA HEEEERAAAAAAA
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