Finding You

Chapter 8: Daily Life

(Following day at Noon at the Secret Underground Factory in India)

Brittany continued to sew quietly. She now had no friends left. She only trusted Indi and with the staunch rise of girls being reported, she refused to trust or extend friendship to anyone else. That made many girls start to hate her but Brittany didn't care. She just didn't care about anything but staying out of trouble and finding a way out of this place.

"#59023!" Mace cried suddenly and Brittany looked up upon hearing her number being called, "come here," she ordered and Brittany stopped sewing the collar and turned off the machine, "hurry up chipmunk!" she shouted and Brittany quickly got up and moved briskly towards Mace as she tried her best not to bounce any of the tables with sewing machines and trip over any of the girls who had to sew with needle and thread on the floor.

Finally Brittany reached Mace and looked into her superior's face.

"What do you know about the former #40567?" Mace demanded and Brittany immediately knew that she was talking of the French girl who Mace had sent to the incinerator to be burnt, "answer me!" she screamed.

"Nothing," Brittany lied.

"Don't lie to me!" Mace shouted, "you better talk."

"I don't know anything," Brittany said defiantly.

"Fine #59023," Mace said, "we'll just have to do this the hard way," she said seriously.

"Wha…?" Brittany started to ask in frightened confusion.

"A few men came asking about both you and the departed French Girl, #40567," Mace revealed and Brittany's face brightened, "don't get your hopes up," she snapped, "they never found this room," she said and Brittany's face immediately fell, "let's just say this place is protected almost by something magical," she said with a wide grin, "mostly by the power of money and greed of course," she added happily.

"I will be found someday," Brittany declared, "my family will never stop searching for me!" she shouted.

"We know," Mace said coldly, "and that has to be dealt with," she snapped.

"What does that mean?" Brittany asked fearfully.

"Nothing," Mace said with a mischievous glint in her eye, "we might have to move you to another factory."

"What!" Brittany screamed as she thought of the horrible idea of having to get used to the life, rules and procedures of another factory.

"Well we can't be found out," Mace said simply, "just pray that they don't come back," she warned, "they're worse places than this one," she told Brittany.

Brittany stood there visibly shivering. She didn't want to go to a worse place. She knew that she'd probably lose her sanity in the process. Here was bad enough.

"All I know is that her mother's name is Renee Jacques and she's a rich and probably married woman from France," Brittany blurted out, "I know nothing else," she told Mace, "I swear."

"Well," Mace said slowly, "the little chipmunk knows when to spill the beans for her own good," she observed, "I'm going to look into it," she stated, "might as well find out about the dead girl they're searching for," she said, "we know all about you already," she added and walked off leaving Brittany holding herself tightly, her face now looking very sickly and pale.


(Meanwhile in France)

Eleanor and Tricia sat on a park bench as they each ate a hotdog. They were both allowed a day off and could explore the town. Eleanor already looked different with her hair dyed a voluptuous deep red and she now looked closer to a petite girl except for her extra voluptuous body. Tricia looked the same (as she did in ch4) except for a deeper tan and hair highlights.

"It's so nice out today," Tricia commented and looked at the clear sky.

"I guess," Eleanor responded dryly.

Tricia looked at the chipmunk from the side of her eye. She was starting to worry.

"So," Tricia said slowly, "when do you plan to make your escape?" she asked.

"From what?" Eleanor asked simply.

"The WHORE house," Tricia reminded her.

"Oh that," Eleanor said, "it's like you said back when you were giving me my makeover and helped me start to lose weight," she continued, "prostitution isn't so BAD when you're getting something back in return," she recited.

"Yes it is," Tricia disagreed, "at first I felt it was okay because I had been raped by my Father when I was younger and thought that this was better because of all the lovely trinkets I now got," she told Eleanor, "but now I know it's not wonderful," she said, "it's wrong," she said seriously.

"Well you're not exactly rebelling," Eleanor pointed out sharply.

"It would be senseless to," Tricia countered as she started to feel defensive, "remember what happened to you?"

"Yes I do," Eleanor said firmly, "I used to be a dumb fat bitch who wore large ugly dresses and had to be forced upon by men who just wanted some great sex," she declared, "now I've changed," she said, "and most of it is thanks to you," she added.

"And I regret it," Tricia admitted, "where's the Eleanor that used to want to keep herself clean and actually felt ashamed of being fucked by these guys?" she asked desperately.

"She's on vacation," Eleanor said simply, "permanent vacation," she added darkly.

"But what about your family?" Tricia pressed, "you know they must be looking for you."

"I was always the average fat girl back there," Eleanor said hatefully, "now I'm beautiful and rewarded for it," she said proudly.

"You're not rewarded for being pretty," Tricia snapped, "you know why you're getting so much stuff and privileges," she pointed out, "and if you stop giving what you're giving, you lose everything," she added.

"Not if I stay beyond Twenty," Eleanor declared.

"What?" Tricia asked incredulously.

"I'm planning on taking their lifetime plan," Eleanor revealed to her, "I'm going to stay a prostitute."

"No Eleanor!" Tricia cried, "you can't…I won't let you," she said.

Eleanor laughed openly.

"You can't stop me Tricia," Eleanor said between giggles, "and don't think of trying to escape to tell my family," she said seriously, "you got taken from your abusive home," she continued, "try to snitch my location to anyone and I'll ensure that you're sent back when you're recaptured," she threatened.

"You wouldn't," Tricia said, "you c…can't," she said tearfully, "what have you become Eleanor?" she asked loudly and started to cry.

"A better prostitute," Eleanor responded and soon set down her hotdog to comfort her devastated friend.


(One Hour Later at a Huge Well Guarded Mansion in England)

"Good Afternoon Mr. Jut," the small group of teenagers said in unison.

"Afternoon," Mr. Jut responded, "wish it wasn't so bloody cold," he muttered to himself.

"We've finished our new creations Sir," Helen Worst said happily.

"Yes you have," Mr. Jut said with great approval, "York, this is your last day with us," he said and a Chinese eighteen year old bowed, "when you're eighteen you're out of this mansion for good," he reminded the others, "remember that," he added sternly.

"Excuse me sir," Butch said suddenly, "but you said that you wanted to be reminded to check on Tiffany Garth."

"Oh yes," Mr. Jut said, "thank you and excuse me," he said and left the room.

Suddenly York started to head for the door.

"Where are you going?" Helen demanded loudly.

"Do you know why they've locked up Tiffany?" York asked seriously, "she isn't sick," he said quickly before the others could respond, "at least, not in the way they've claimed," he added darkly.

"Then what then?" Terra Mist demanded and everyone else cast their eyes away from the blonde, "please inform us?" she asked sarcastically.

"Mr. Jut murders us once we're eighteen," York announced and most gasped, "he always does it a week after our eighteenth birthday," he informed everyone.

"That's a lie!" Terra screamed, "Mr. Jut's not a murderer!" she shouted.

"Or a kidnapper in your case," Remy Demi Tonn spoke up, "everyone knows you came willingly," he reminded her.

"So what?" Terra demanded, "I want to be the best," she continued, "and I WILL be leaving here on my eighteenth birthday, alive."

"As will I," Helen stated.

York looked from one girl to the other. His dark brown eyes widened and he ran from the room.

"York wait," Remy cried and the shoulder length black haired Hispanic teen ran after him.

"They'll both get in trouble," Helen said emotionlessly and brushed back a stand of dark brown hair.

"Yes they will," Terra said simply as she took a cell phone out of her pocket and dialled a number, "I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid," she declared as the phone rang, "Mr. Jut," she said when it was answered, "York's trying to escape and Remy went after him," she reported, "oh no," she said shaking her head, "Remy's just trying to stop him from leaving," she told him, "and Sir, York claimed that you'll murder us once we become adults," she said seriously, "Yes Sir," she said, "yes sir," she repeated, "of course," she said kindly with a smile, "Goodbye Mr. Jut,"

"How could you?" Butch asked in a snarl, "you're a traitor to your own teen kind," he whispered.

"I'm my own kind," Terra declared, "and so is Helen!"

Helen remained silent.

"I didn't want to get into trouble," Helen said and turned away.

"What do you mean?" Terra demanded, "hey!" she cried when Helen refused to respond, "do not play innocent now," she warned.

But Helen refused to look at her and the others looked at Terra in fear, disappointment or outmost disgust.

"You're a monster," Butch told her, "leave Helen alone."

Terra's blue eyes glared at him.

"You'll be sorry," Terra told him, "you'll all be sorry some day!" she declared and ran from the room.

"I'm a horrible person," Helen said a few minutes later and fell to her knees.

Theodore walked forward and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"You did what you thought was right," Theodore said softly, "Terra came to you didn't she?" he asked her.

Helen nodded and started to cry. Theodore took her in his arms and hugged her. Unnoticed Butch watched with trepidation.

Suddenly there were loud gunshots and after a loud alarm went of, the door for the room closed automatically.

"What's going on?" Helen asked fearfully and clung to Theodore.

"Security here is always tight," Butch stated, "Mr. Jut warned us that nothing would be spared to prevent us from escaping," he reminded her.

"But Terra is out there!" another teenager cried.

"Good riddance!" Butch retorted.

"I hope she'll be okay," Theodore said, "I just feel that there's something she hasn't told us," he continued, "something important," he added.

Helen's face immediately darkened as she hugged unto Theodore's chest.

End Chapter 8

Reggae: How was that update for you? I hope you enjoyed it. What did you think of Brittany's dilemma and Eleanor's transformation? What about what happened in the mansion? Do you think that any particular OC shouldn't be trusted and will York, Terra and Remy survive? Give me responses and review. Yay! I wrote this in one day! Whoop!