"They said you where crazy!"
"Who the hell do they think we are, acting like that, criminals!?"
"Dammit girl, if you don't move we're dead!"
"C'mon Ella, you can do this"
"Run"
The voices buzzed around the girl's head, she looked at the mirror in front of her. "I'm not mine" she extrapolated from the meeting with her psychiatrist. "I'm not real" she said, tilting her head. "Come out, I know your in there" she snapped, pounding her fist on the sink.
"Oh dear, that's really not lady like you know" a sultry voice commented from inside the mirror. She looked up to see a different her, a more sexual and brazen her. "Saffris.." she sighed in defeat. "Well don't sound so excited to see me" she said, puffing the cigarette in hand.
"You should really quit, you'll kill yourself y'know" Ella said monotonously.
"Oh hon, you know Saffris, she won't stop 'til she's screwed half the men in the U.S" another voice retorted. "Hello, Rain" she said sitting up, she turned around. They where all here. Saffris, Rainbow, Color and Doom, and her, of course; but that's not always the case, at least, not with her.
"Ella, you won't make it in a padded cell. None of us will, we have to run beyond their arm, somewhere they can't find us" Color finally spoke. "We'll need an easy transition, so somewhere that speaks English that leaves us with.." Doom cut her off. "Canada, Scotland, Ireland, Scandinavia and Britain, at least, those are places where we could survive" She revised.
"Canada is too close, Doom, not all Scandinavian countries speak English so that's out.." Rain deliberated. "I'm not going to Ireland, that's for sure" Saffris muttered shifting her stance. "Why not?" Ella asked, confused. "Nothing of importance to you all, I'm just not going there" she said akwardly, puffing out a breath of tobacco.
"Britain" Ella decided. "We'll go to Britain" she decided. "Let's go pack" she commanded, walking out of the bathroom and to her room. To here she had four girls trailing her, but to her parents, she was walking out of the bathroom smoking by herself, telling herself that she'll drive herself crazy if she keeps it up.
A few hours later, she had everything packed. Well, almost everything. "You've already got the corset and garters?" Saffris inquired. "Yes" Ella waved her away irritated. Ella moved to her nightstand, and popped the bottom drawer out, and took out a box.
All the girls sat around her on the floor. "Waddya got there, hon?" Rain asked her. Ella opened the box. "A butterfly knife, a lighter, a notepad, a utility belt, a few CDs and DVDs, some lace and fishnet scraps, some needles and thread and some other miscellanious things" she said showing them all.
"I've been saving up things in this box, things that are mine, not yours" she said standing up and taking several photos out of their frames, sliding them into the box, before snapping it shut. She slipped it into the duffel bag along with a stuffed animal. She climbed out the window before her mother started banging on the door.
Ella ran. Oh my god did she run.
"Ahh, Doom, my old friend" the man said looking her up and down. "Doom, play your cards right" Ella cautioned, letting Doom take control. "Maveric, I need your help" she said, the man smiled and held his arms out wide. "Anything for the beautiful Doom, what do you need, sweet girl?" he said, his russian accent thick. "I need a fake passport, and a new look, something that will not be recognizable by the police, but still me" Doom listed. Maveric nodded and went to move behind the counter in the salon.
"And currency, you dolt" Color reminded her. Doom stuck a hand out on Maveric's chest. "And British currency, i'm going on a...buisness trip" she said coyly. The man smiled, "right this way" he motioned.
"You are edgy, yet still feminine and classy, you need an extraordinary hair and dye done, and i'm your man" he smiled at her, clapping his hands together. "Yes, yes you are" she said matter-o-factly.
He sat her down and deep parted her hair to the left, and butched the right down past her ear, a half pixie. He then layered the other side of her hair and shortened it from her hip to her chest. "Now, colors?" he asked her. "Blue" Ella put in, while Color demanded "brown!" and Saffris prodded for "pink!", which made Doom blank out.
"Doom?" Maveric nudged.
"Brown, blue and pink" she vomited up. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, "always the little wild flower" he smiled and got the dye. The right side of her hair ended up brown and from the roots to her neck on the left side was pink, the neck down was blue. She stood and held out a hand. "Ah, yes. Here you go my dear" the hairdresser placed the passport in her hand.
She put it in her purse swiftly and pulled out a bottle filled with a powdery substance. "The money" she enunciated. The man was out and back in a flash. "Enough money to put Scotland Yard off your tail if you need it" he assured her.
"Thank you, Maveric" Doom said, before walking out and away.
Ella took the pill on the plane, to put the others to sleep, she needed some peace and quiet. A man came and sat down next to her. "Hello" he said to her, holding out a hand. "I'm Sebastian Moran, and you?"
Ella took his hand. "Ella. Ella Carmine. Nice to meet you" she said rigidly. "You as well" he said. "How old are you?" he asked. "Seventeen, you?" she asked him. "Oh, I'm 27" he said, not wavering in his confidence. "Well then, twenty-seven-year-old-Sebastion-Moran, I've had a long day, and am in need of rest, so if you could just..." she let him catch on.
She was leaving the plane soon enough, and hired a cab. "Hey buddy, know of any places for rent?" she asked the driver. "Aye, there should be a place down on Baker Street" he guessed. "I'll go there then" she told him, he nodded and took off. She stepped off the curb and looked at the building. "221 Baker Street, eh?" she mumbled to herself. She knocked on the door.
An older woman answered the door, and looked at her in surprise. "May I help you, miss?" she asked her. "Uhm, I hope so. I'm looking for a place to live and I heard that the owner of this place has a uhm, place for rent?" she stuttered, Ella never was good with people.
The woman's face brightened. "Oh yes, of course! come in deary, I'm Mrs. Hudson, and I'll not be your housekeeper" she said sternly. "O-of course" she said. Mrs. Hudson led her up two flights of stairs. "This is 223, what do you think?" the woman said happily. "It's perfect" Ella said and gave her all the money she had.
"Uhm, dear, this is far too much" she said. "Put it in a deposit or something, I don't have a job yet and would like to have a living space for a while, how long is that worth?" she asked Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson looked at the money, then back to her. "About a year and a half" she estimated. "Great, thank you" Ella said taking the key from her new Landlady.
"Oh, and the boys downstairs tend to get a bit..urm, rowdy, at times, if they're bothering you, just go down and yell at them, they have thick skin" she advised. Ella nodded.
Ella let the duffel bag fall to the ground before collapsing on the provided bed.
"This is home now guys, enjoy" she said before closing her eyes and falling asleep.