So, before you read this chapter, I would like you to know that there is gore and drug use in this chapter. I apologize to those who don't want to hear about that sort of stuff, but it's necessary for this story.
Chapter 10: Sold
Eliza
On my seventeenth birthday, which was a Sunday and also my day off, I had been told
I had to work as a prostitute, but in my three years of the business, this time was different than most. Apparently, Rod had set up a post on Craig's List, selling my body to unknown men. Today was the first trial. Dragging myself out of bed and into the bathroom for a much needed shower, I found a small baggie of a white chalky substance, examining it, I realized what it was; cocaine, just for me.
Matt
I felt horrible for Eliza, not only was she a stripper and prostitute, her body was being sold on the internet. I felt disgusting all over. This was the girl I loved, that Mello was using to make the mafia thrive. L.A. Changed people, it had changed me, but I would never become what Mello has, I would never do something like this to Ellen. I needed to save her, but how?
Around four in the afternoon, I was slacking off my hacking and enjoying a game of Mario Kart on my DS while smoking through a pack of cigarettes. It was strange how I hardly even saw either Eliza or Mello anymore. Almost as if they didn't even care. The large metal door swung open and banged loudly against the wall. "Matt!" an angry Mello yelled and slammed the door shut. Speak of the devil and the devil will appear, I thought to myself.
"What?"
"What are you doing? Actually never mind."
Even though it had been three years since I joined the mafia, I still hadn't forgiven Mello completely, but my anger was depleting and deep down in my heart, he was still my best friend. "I'm busy."
"It's Rue's birthday."
"Who?" then I remembered that that was what the mafia called her, "Oh, yeah, I know. What are we supposed to do about it?"
"Matt, do you think we could sabotage her prostitution?"
"What do you mean?"
"Make it so she doesn't have to."
"Go ahead, if you want to be killed." I said and waved my hand, feeling like we were sitting in our room back at Wammy's instead of a mafia bunker.
He scoffed, "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am, Mels." I realized what I had said after I had said it. I mentally kicked myself. I reluctantly brought my gaze to meet his. His eyes didn't have the harsh quality to them anymore. The icebergs were melting and I saw the Mello I knew, the Mello I had been friends with at Wammy's.
"Matt, did you just-?" he left the unfinished question hang in the air.
I blew out a puff of smoke, "Yeah, I guess I did."
"Do you still hate me?"
I sighed, "Mello, I've never hated you. I hated the fact that you left me, but not you. It hurt a lot, but I had Eliza. You're still my best friend, you always will be."
He smiled a smile that I had so dearly missed, "I miss you, Matty."
"Yeah, Mels, I miss you too." I laughed, "Maybe when all this Kira shit is done we can go back to the way things used to be."
Eliza
After my shower, I toweled dry and examined the baggie of cocaine closer. Had this been left for me? Well, no one else was ever in my bathroom or bedroom, except for me, so I decided to snort some of this stuff. My excuse? I felt like shit, it was my birthday and I was being forced to work. Once I was finished applying my makeup and getting dressed, I set out a line on the counter and snorted it. And holy hell did it hurt, but the high was worth it. Stumbling out of my room and down the hallway, I ran into Matt, "Oh, heeeyy Maattt," I said with a goofy grin, "Don't yooouu look cuuute toodaay."
"Um, Ellen, are you okay?" Is what I think he said.
I playfully hit his chest, "Ooff coourrsse, I neeed tooo go-o. So-o, byye byye, Maatt." I tripped past him and found Zakk who didn't comment on my mental state and just drove me to this what's-his-face's house. I was coming down from my high state when we arrived at this man's house. I waved Zakk off and knocked on the door. A tall, lean man answered and invited me inside, "You must be Rue Doll, a pleasure to meet you, we're going to have a wonderful time tonight," he said with a creepy smile.
When I was finished doing everything he asked me to to pleasure him, I stood up and got dressed, asking for my payment, "I'm sorry," he said, "The only payment you'll be receiving is a funeral," he withdrew a gun, "Goodbye, Rue Doll."
The most enjoyable part of being a prostitute was murdering these people who refused to pay. I very seldom denied my handgun, despite how much I almost always wanted to use my hands and teeth as my weapons, just like my big brother. Glad that the high from the drugs had partially worn off, I cocked my head to the side and smiled real slow, taking extremely small steps towards the man holding a gun, "I think not." and that's when I pounced, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of his arm, the sweet, rusty taste of blood seeped into my mouth. I smiled down at him, now lying on the floor, "Any last words?" I said sweetly, "No? Well, I've had a lovely time with you tonight, maybe we can do it again sometime," and with that, I ripped out his throat with my teeth, the way I assumed my older brother had, letting the blood pool on the floor. No one would be talking with this man again. By the time I found the money he owed me, I could feel the man's blood drying into a sticky crust on my skin. When Zakk showed up, he said nothing about my appearance, collected the money and took me straight back to the bunker.
My room had several mirrors and I caught sight of myself as I passed by one. Backtracking, I examined myself more closely, my eyes were large and bloodshot from the cocaine earlier, my hair was plastered with dried blood and my white shirt was stained crimson. There were streaks of red smeared across my face, along with bruises on my neck. Suddenly, I was standing in front of a warehouse with dozens of flashing red and blue lights, "Eliza, what did he do to you?" was asked by a man I had once known as L, but the voice.. It didn't match. I was jerked back into my room inside of the mafia base by someone shaking my shoulders, I didn't see anything except the color red staining the pair of blue eyes that were too close to my face. Then, I blacked out.
Kind of a serious chapter. At first I wasn't so sure about this chapter, but with some tweaking, I like how it turned out ^_^ Anyway, I thought the Matt/Mello bond moment was kind of cute. But Eliza kind of goes crazy; do you blame the drugs or do you think it was bound to happen?
By the way, I'm currently working on Eliza's childhood story, from age seven to twelve-ish. If you would like for me to post it, let me know. :3
I'll try to post Chapter 11 up soon too! Thanks again for all the lovely reviews! ^_^