Baterilla Chronicle

Alva locked eyes with the tall Marine centering a rifle on him.

Taking steady telegraphed steps toward the large man.

"I am Alva D. Drake son of Commodore Sir. Francis Drake of Marine Headquarters, take your aim off me marine!"

The marine was startled he lowered his rifle. As the boy approached, he began to feel smaller and smaller.

"Seaman First Class Kipp detain him!" A shrill voice came from the rear.

"We are enforcing an edict of the World Government not even an Admiral could interfere. Cease boy, or you will be shot for obstruction!" Said a lanky man in a black suit, with a gold World Gov symbol pinned to his breast. Holding a smoking gun.

"Now Kipp," the official said. Kipp aimed his rifle at the boy's head once more.

Alva moved a step closer, the tip of a cold iron barrel now pressed against his forehead.

Alva's glare was not leaving the eyes of the young Marine. Kipps' hands began to shake.

Alva wrapped his right hand around the barrel of the rifle. Kipp tried to pull away, but the rifle was set in stone, unmoving. Alva closed his grip around the rifle making a crunching sound.

Alva released his hand Kipp stumbled to the ground dropping his oversized paperweight.

Fear washed over him as he peered up at Alva now towering over him.

Alva turned his glare to the Official in the rear. For a brief moment, the man saw his death. Sweat rolled down his brow.

Alva's coat was now on the ground revealing the leather straps around his torso and waist. Alva's steady hand hovered at his side slightly behind him, ready to draw.

"We have the woman let's go," the Official said. "Stay out of government business there won't be a next time!" Skwaked the man in the black suit as he backed away. The government official and Marines left quickly.

Alva ran to the man on the ground applying pressure to the wound and CPR, but to no avail, the man bled out.

"These fucks," Alva said. Gnashing his teeth. "What is wrong with these people?" 

Unbeknownst to Alva, a witness to this scene shared his feelings, multiplied by a level.

A camera flashed.

Not understanding what was happening on this island Alva went to his aunt urgently fearing she would be in danger as well.

 Alva reached the address.

Alva knocked on the door multiple times; there was no answer.

Five minutes....ten minutes...an hour time passed as Alva just waited by the door.

He could feel someone was inside, so he decided to wait them out.

"This is the home of Portgas D. Rouge, right? Aunt Rouge open up."

Alva heard a lock turn; the door opened slightly.

"Does that mean to come in?" Alva slowly walked through the doorway.

The room was dark with the curtains drawn, and a few candles lit the room.

"Close the door." A strained female voice sounded from the far side of the room.

Alva turned to see a woman with long blonde hair leaning on a table.

She looked similar to his mother except her eyes were normal and soft.

Wearing a lite-blue dress Alva thought she was a beautiful young woman.

"Aunt Rouge nice to meet you," Alva said with a smile.

"Ah, who.. those eyes, Alva!?" Rouge was shocked

"Yeah, it's me."

"How you're just but you're so big, and those scars and.."

Rouge was at a loss for words she had seen Alva once at Maria's funeral he was a big and cute baby. She could never imagine an eight-year-old child would ever look like this. As he hung up his coat, she could see his weapons and scars. What stood out the most was one odd scar peeking out above his collar, it shot out in multiple directions. Rouge started to imagine what kind of life her nephew lived. Alva was no normal child; an aura hung around him the boy somehow seemed wild.

"Maria..." Rouge said. She was starting to think about how Maria would feel seeing this.

A sudden hug brought Rouge out of her worried thoughts.

"I'm happy to see you're okay after I saw what was happening here I got worried," Alva said. Rouge simply smiled the child was abnormal but he was her nephew all the same.

She loved her sister dearly naturally this love extended to Alva as well.

'That's it can't be.' Alva thought. While hugging Rouge, he felt the pulsing energy from her the same that emitted from Garp and a few others. Alva closed his eyes and focused his mind on the source.

What he saw shocked him, in the darkness was a bright red light in the form of Rouge. Small wisps of light stemming from her form were wafting through the air like a gentle flame. Alva was surprised for multiple reasons with this discovery.

Rouge was the first female he had confirmed to emit this energy and appear as light in his mind. Because of Garp and Roger Alva assumed all people possessing this light were powerful fighters. Seeing the delicate and soft Rouge possess the same light blew that theory out of the water. Also, he felt a second source of the energy it was faint, but when Alva focused on Rouge's torso, he noticed a small flame in her lower abdomen.

'She's pregnant? So even an unborn baby can have it?'

They spent the rest of the day talking with each other. Alva was happy Rouge reminded him a lot of his mother. He enjoyed her stories about Maria; It gave him a sense of connection to his mother. Alva himself didn't quite understand how he had become so attached to his mother having spent so little time with her. It was just instinctual, and it warmed his heart, so he fully embraced it.

"Aunt Rouge, you're hiding in here aren't you?" She was taken aback at his words. Seeing this Alva continued speaking.

"The curtains have been closed all day, you avoid the windows, and when you opened the door, you made sure no one could see you."

Rouge was stunned, never expecting a child to pick up on those details.

The look in her eyes soon changed.

"It's okay I've seen what's happening out there. Do you know why the Marines attacked Baterilla, targeting women?"

Rouge's eyes turned dark; she began to cry.

"They are looking for a child," Rouge said. She seemed apprehensive.

'That's fucking insane!' "You can't be serious! All of this killing and pain over a child what is the government thinking!?"

Alva lost it; he couldn't understand why they would go this far, it was cruel, it was wrong. It didn't just anger Alva as a person; it enraged him on a deeper level.

Looking at Rouge he thought of his mother and the fear Rouge must be feeling for herself and her baby. When he remembered the pregnant woman from this morning, he thought of Jessica and his unborn child in his past life. The Government's actions awakened his wrath.

"Are you going to be okay here? You're pregnant, there's Marines all over the island. You can come with me back to Briss and..." Alva said.

"I can't do that!" Rouge had raised her voice, looking afraid.

Alva went silent for a moment. "Are you the one they're looking for?"

Rouge placed a hand on her abdomen without saying anything, but the look of guilt in her eyes said a thousand words. 

"I see," Alva said. 

"Alva you can't tell anyone that I'm pregnant not even your father! Please."

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone ever. I promise" Alva said in the most reassuring voice he could. Looking at her with calm eyes. When Rouge looked into those familiar, strong eyes she thought about Maria making her feel calm.

"Why are they looking for you though? And you're alone where is the dad?"

"Sweet Alva I can't tell you." Rouge made a somber face.

"It's okay that you can't. We are family," Alva said with a bright smile flashing his teeth. Rouge smiled in return.

"Aunt Rouge It's getting late I should go."

"Ah wa.. you can stay here during your visit," she said.

"I shouldn't I don't want anyone to notice me coming here and I have already paid for a room at the inn," Alva said. "I'll come back tomorrow for breakfast."

Rouge gave Alva a firm hug when they parted for the evening. Alva immediately returned to his room on the second floor of the inn. Changing into an all-black outfit from head to toe, capping it off with a ski mask he made himself out of light material. Equipping his sword, a pistol, and dagger.

Alva opened his window and closed his eyes; focusing his mind. He started to hear voices, all over Baterilla he focused deeper filtering them until he pinpointed the voices of women in pain. When clouds rolled in front of the moon, a black figure landed in the alley below two glowing red eyes piercing the darkness.