Im going to try a different style in this chapter. So I hope it works. Yano in movies when someone reads a letter and the person who wrote it comes onto the screen saying it? Yeah well something like that is in this chapter so I hope it works haha
Oh and all chapters from now on will be bumped up to M rating.
This new style will be highlighted in quoted Italics.
I have no clue as to the demographics of London city so im going to use the layout of my own city to do this. Please forgive me lol.
In the darkness she lay. Perfectly still with eyes wide open.
The dorm was full of sleeping girls, except the empty Totty territory and Annabelle's bed. She had waited a long time for all the girls to go to bed.
With practiced ease, Kate rolled out of her bed, her bare feet landing lightly on the floorboards as she crouched down between her and Annabelle's bed. Watching, waiting for someone to catch her out.
Balancing herself on the balls of her feet and hands, Kate dared not breathe out of her mouth.
During her efforts, a piece of her fringe came untied and flopped infront of her eyes. Now with every breath, her fringe swayed back and forth gently as she drew herself up to her full height.
Steeling a glance at the clock above Kelly's door, Kate began to move quickly around to the other side of her bed keeping her body position low and centralized to give maximum balance.
Grasping the strap of her satchel, she picked it up and swung it over her shoulder. The veins in her wrist bulging. The next item to be retrieved was her black converse shoes and socks.
Using the skills her father had taught her, Kate slipped out of the dorm like a ninja but not before laying an envelope on the top of her lumpy bed.
Descending down the stairs, she stuck to the shadows as she was more then aware of the cameras spying on everyone.
The first thing she did was retrieve the forged copy of the will which she folded up and slipped it into the inside pocket of her leather jacket.
Next, she slunk over to the confiscated weapons box. Casting an eye around, she made sure there was no cameras pointing at her before she lifted the box from its perch.
"Sweet Jesus!" Kate's face exploded in strain when the full weight of the box pressed downwards on her finger tips.
"Please don't drop it!" She squeaked, terrified of the noise it would generate against the floor if she did drop it.
An extreme frown grew on her face in display of her efforts to keep the box from crashing to the floor.
Thankfully, the box was right next to the door which, for some strange reason, was ajar and not locked.
Shit someone isn't in bed…ok gotta do this quick..gotta do this quick…
Using those words as a mantra, Kate progressed slowly with the box, taking one careful step at a time till she was out the door and finally able to set the box down on the step.
Squeezing her facial features, the 16 year old straightened her back, grasping her hips as a series of clicks sounded from her back.
Breathing a little heavier then normal, Kate took a moment to relax her breathing and gather her thoughts.
High above Kate, on the second floor, Matron pressed her face up against the windowpane, watching the St Trinian produce a blade from her pocket and bust the lock from the box.
The women's eyes were glazed over and ever so often, she took deep swigs from a bottle of spirits and all the while giggling softly to herself.
"Looksh like…hic…Alexshandra ish back to her old…tr..tricksh..hic!"
By now, Kate showed no surprise as she pulled each weapon out of the box. She only showed a brief flicker of surprise when she realized that the box was missing grenades. That was quickly quashed when she remembered see the twins filching from the box when the tuck shop was closed.
Replacing the knife back in her pocket, the brunette picked out her cell phone and opened it, letting its light pool infront of her, shining on the weapons.
Passing it over each weapon, she was able to identify two half-a-meter long belts of armour piercing bullets, three 9mm bullet magazines, one K-bar US army knife with a horrifically serrated edge and a bard on the end, two tear gas canisters, two 50 Caliber hand guns in holsters with two 9-shot magazines tucked in the holsters.
With a bitter smile, Kate took the K-bar and slid it into her left shoe. Enclosing her fingers around the cool metal of the gas canisters, she held them in one hand with a finger sandwiched in between while she removed the satchel from her shoulder with her other hand.
Stuffing them inside, the next items to be stolen were the 9mm magazines and one of the 50 caliber hand guns, forsaking the extra magazine and holster for she had no more room in her satchel.
Kate took one more look at the building of St Trinians school.
The place that had become her home. Her family. Her stomach lurched at the thought of leaving. The only place she had felt remotely safe at.
…No, you have to leave. You need to. You cannot decide the fates of some 400 girls because you want to stay.
"I know, I know." Sighed Kate, speaking out loud to herself.
"I gotta get Belle home so Kelly can kiss her."
Turning her back on her home, Kate took strong steps off the drive way and onto the grass, angling towards the garages.
With a shake of her head, Kate imagined the expression Kelly would have once she realized her beloved midnight black Yamaha motorbike had been taken.
"I'll leave you enough to buy 3 new ones Jones."
Again when she tried the door, she found it unlocked. Frowning at the ease at which the door swung open, Kate held up her cell phone and cast the soft light out infront of her. Glints of metal appeared all around her- black, pink, red- it was easy to identify whose cars they belonged to. Even when she passed Celia's car, she couldn't help but scrunch her nose up as the faint scent of manure tickled her nose.
Progressing down the garage towards the end where Kelly's motorbike was meant to be, Kate slipped in between Taylor's modified tractor and Annabelle's Porsche boxster- a getting-rid-of-you gift from her slimy father.
Shining the light at a dark lump in the corner, Kate mumbled another apology out loud to the owner of the bike. The tarpaulin was harsh against her palm, rustling as it was pushed off the Kelly's bike.
Kelly loved her bike to bits. It was a symbol that contributed to her reputation. Dark, fast, dangerous, deceptive and stylish. A set of wheels made for a St. Trinian. Engine of a tank, under the structure of a fashionable taste.
Placing herself on the left side of the bike behind the handles, Kate grasped them tightly, kicked in the stand and pushed it forwards.
It was a long distance to the gate of St. Trinians but because she wanted to slip out without being detected, she would have to push the bike far enough so that the sound of the engine wouldn't alert anyone.
A moan of frustration pushed past Kelly's lips and she flipped onto her back. Restless and unable to sleep, Annabelle consumed her thoughts.
The thought of Annabelle did not come forth unaccompanied by an ache in her heart. She didn't like it how Fritton had stayed behind in the village. She didn't like it that she was terrified of admitting her feelings to Fritton. It was not who she was, to be stopped by fear.
"Sod it. I need a drink." She grumbled, her mood simmering in annoyance. With a sharp kick of her legs, the covers were sent tumbled off the end and the cold of the floor sent shivers up her legs when she stood.
Her mood was further fueled for the worst when she discovered that her personal alcohol stash was in fact gone.
"For fucks sake! Now I have to bloody go down to the damn kitchen!"
Scowling dangerously, Kelly trampled over her duvet and without a care if she woke anyone, she left her room into the swirl of the dark dorm. Scanning every bed and she glided towards the exit, she mentally checked off the girls who were there.
Bianca, Taylor, Zoë and Andrea were all in their places. Bianca however was half out of her bed…or was it half in?
Polly slept in the perfect centre with her hands neatly folded under her chin. The rest of her geeks in very much the same position.
Celia's arm dangled over the side of her bed, barely skimming the floor. Posh Totty was empty and so was Annabelle's bed.
Kelly mentally checked off Kate's bed when she cast a dark eye over the shape in Kate's bed- not even realizing it that the bed had been stuffed with pillows nor the dark feather scarf that the Franko-Russian had swiped from the Totty area and used to represent her hair.
Many things are missed under the influence of sleep.
Kate didn't like the fact that the front gate was also open wide. She wasn't worried that someone would trespass- no one with brains would. It just made her uneasy. She knew Anoushka's bed was empty and that her car was gone but she never settled on any other explanation but that the mysterious Russian was on night time booze business which she often did.
Nothing but the gentle rustle of the wind in the trees came to Kate's ears. Stopping at the place where the main road met the driveway, she ran her fingers over her body, checking her satchel strap, her shoe laces and jacket. Out of her pants pocket, she pulled out Kelly's keys that she had successfully flogged from Kelly's desk when she wasn't looking. Fitting the black helmet over her head and securing it, Kate snapped the visor down and mounted the bike.
With a firm twist of her wrist, the engine of the powerful bike growled awake like an angry tiger. The head lap spewed a long, bright beam of light, coating the road and trees in bright yellow. Gunning the engine, the 16 year old leaped forward with the bike off towards London.
With a satisfied smile, Kelly returned into the dorm, holding a bottle of whisky. Her favourite drink. Passing the beds once more, a vibration broke the sleeping silence and Celia's cell phone threw light onto Kate's bed exposing the feather scarf right down to the envelope at the foot of the bed with the words "Kelly Jones" in link writing.
Not knowing what to think, Kelly tucked the bottle under her arm, squeezing it against her side to prevent it from falling and picked up the letter. Kelly's brows lifted in a suspicious surprise as the envelope presented an unusual weight in her palm. Not taking her eyes off the letter, she swept down the hall and into her room, shutting the door and turning on the light. Unable to shake a growing fear in her belly.
Kelly left the letter on her bed and stared at it from her spot leaning against her desk. Half of her was horribly curious but the other half didn't want to open the letter. The next 20 minutes was spent by staring obsessively at the letter, the Head Girl hoping that by some magic, the letter would open itself so she wouldn't have to.
Thisisjustbloodyridiculous.GrowapairJones.
With a sulky expression, Kelly snatched up the letter and ripped the top open. Spreading the envelope open like she would do to a pita bread, the English bombshell pulled out the contents and looked them over. Unfolding the papers, she let go a gasp.
"The final will and testament of…" She paused when she saw that the name 'Edouard Steel' had been enthusiastically scratched out and replaced with…
"Katie Alexandra Steel." Kelly's voice became nothing more then a hoarse whisper when realization hit her like a wall of heat.
Kate had gone, without any intention of coming back again.
"Polly!"
"mmmh!"
"Polly!" Growled Kelly, shaking the Head Geek violently in her bed, her eyes welling with tears, her mouth trembling.
"GOD DAMN IT! POLLY FUCKING WAKE UP!" Screamed Kelly, letting out all her anger and not giving a fig whether she woke the whole dorm or the whole school for that matter.
The whole dorm indeed woke up. All of them glared groggily at their Head Girl, the Emos emitted a low, feral growl and the insults that everyone was thinking were put to voice by Bianca and Taylor.
"Wha the 'ell is wrong wiv you?" Moaned Taylor, propping herself up on her elbows while someone turned on the light.
"Turn the damn light off!"
"Its not healthy to be exposed at this hour!"
"Shu' up vampire bride! Stop talking shit."
"Im terribly sorry Chav but only your kind are prone to the talking of shit." Zoë tipped her head menacingly and flared her eyes, not missing the chance to vent her irritation on the Chavs.
"Wha? You just called me a…" Taylor opened her mouth in offense, and quickly turned to Bianca. "She just called me a Chav man..Did she just call me a Chav?"
"Aight, Ima getting ma tongs." Snapped Bianca furiously, casting the blanket off her legs and making to get up.
"Will all of you just shut up for a minute!" Bellowed Polly angrily.
It all went quiet. Like a cricket in an empty space. Each and everyone of them surprised that their own, placid, held together Geek had actually yelled. Letting out a big sigh, Polly rubbed her eyes and reached for her glasses, barely sliding them onto her nose when her arm was wrenched from her socket.
"Kelly! What…"
"Come with me." Ordered Kelly, dismissing the geek's protests.
"You too Rea."
The hum of the engine keep Kate awake as she sped along the M5 for London. She had no idea where she was going so she decided that she would guess her way into London and follow the signs. That's what they are for anyway. She had ridden a bike before but not recently and certainly not at night so she as relying on her instincts and her being awake to keep her from an accident.
Her brow furrowed in a deep anger at herself. Grilling herself for not informing Kelly about Boris and his crew. Why hadn't she told Kelly?
Becauseyouwerescared. Came a voice from the back of her mind.
YeahIknow.IguessIjustdidn'twantittoshow.Admitted Kate.
She was far off from admitting to herself because she knew that it led to self doubt and the last thing she needed was self doubt. Also, she would need all the luck she could get tonight.
Weaving past three cars, Kate caught sight of the looming building of London city. Still alive with life, even at 1am. As she zoomed past building, street lights and billboard lights shone on her helmet.
Dipping her head forward, the illuminated sign of an exit ramp told her that she would need to turn left into the next lane in order to get off the highway. Growling in a higher tone, the bike responded at the prospect of going uphill. Unable to shake her growing fear, Kate tried to take her mind off it but she knew that it would prove useless.
After all, who doesn't feel fear when they pit themselves up against there enemy.
"Read it." Commanded Kelly coldly, thrusting the letter into Andrea's hands.
"Kel what's going on?" Andrea stressed her voice, clearly worried about Kelly. It was very rare that she appeared flustered and her emotions uncontrolled infront of people.
Waving her hand across her body, cutting Andrea off, Kelly ordered the Emo to read it aloud. Andrea picked up a strained sound in Kelly's words. Almost as if she was pleading.
"Andrea. Just…please? I don't want to read it myself."
Biting her lip, Andrea was suddenly scared. Polly saw this and gave her a small smile.
"Ok…but the others might hear."
Smiling a little, Kelly nodded. "I know. I don't care if they do. Go on."
Blinking away the cloud of sleep from her eyes, Andrea unfolded the will and began to read aloud.
"This is the last will and testament of Katie Alexandra Steel…"
Slowing down, Kate settled into a more city-friendly speed. The last thing she wanted was to attract attention of traffic police on her way to the industrial port of London.
"I, Katie Alexandra Steel, eldest daughter of Edouard and Marie Steel here by grant, on the event of my passing, the sum of 1 million euros to the possession and care of Kelly Jones , Head Girl of St.Trinians and Annabelle Fritton…"
After riding around for a while in the city, Kate knew that she had better ask for directions else she would never get to her destination.
Pulling up out the front of bar, the Franko- Russian dismounted from her bike and removed her helmet, stepping away from her bike towards the bar entrance.
"The remaining sum is to be divided equally amongst the seniors at St.Trinians and to the funding of the school. All access to my bank account and the remainder of my personal belongings are to be managed by Kelly Jones in the hopes that she decides what to do with them to her choosing. Taylor Becket is given the ownership of my black leather jacket as a symbol of my friendship to her… "
Ignoring the looks and wolf whistles aimed at her, Kate strode over to a man who looked somewhat like a bouncer.
"Excuse me?" She began, careful to be polite. The bouncer turned lazily and eyed her for a good minute before asking what she wanted.
Andrea put down the will and picked up another piece of folded paper. A letter. With a nod from Kelly, she began to read…
"Dear Kelly, by the time you have opened this letter, I will be well away from St. Trinians. Don't be alarmed. I haven't been kidnapped or anything like that. I chose to leave because I could no longer live with running…"
"Im a little lost, could you give me directions to get to the industrial area by the Thames? You know where the warehouses are?"
Expecting an odd look, Kate took a little step back, pressing her arms close to her body as a chill seeped into her body.
The bouncer, clean shaven head and a goatee indeed gave her an odd look but instead of answer her question, asked her one in return.
"Spending my life running from my enemy, dragging those who I meet into my troubles and see them suffer for it. It goes against my code to run. I hate it. So I have decided to face my enemy for the last time in the hopes that, in some way, I am freed from running and hiding like a coward."
Giving him a pained look, Kate bounced her knees to drive out the cold. "Look, it really isn't any of your business, not being rude but Im in a hurry and I have to get there ASAP."
Holding out his hands in a gesture of defense the bouncer spoke up.
"Ok ok, cool it kid. First ya go'ta 'ead east, find the tall building with a massive fish on the side. Once you find tha', turn North 'nd ride along till you see a sign with Marine industries on it. You can't miss it from there lass."
Nodding firmly, Kate backed away towards Kelly's bike, thanking the bouncer.
"I hope you forgive me, but I lied to you earlier when I was on your phone. Annabelle has been taken by Boris and I intend to get her back. Don't follow me. Promise me you won't, It will only ruin my chances of getting her back unharmed. I've dragged into enough shit already."
Back on the bike again, the 16 year old drove off in the direction the bouncer gave her. East to Annabelle, East to Boris.
"Take comfort in the fact that I know what I'm doing, I have protection and I don't want you at the risk of your lives. Promise on Belle's life that you won't follow me."
While she rod, she found herself humming along to a song that had stirred her heart, the song that made her feel part of the family, part of the legend that was St. Trinians. Feeling the pressure lift from her throat, a smile crawled up her face. The first time she had truly found her place was at St. Trinians. Her home.
"Being at St. Trinians made me brave again. You helped me work up the courage to face my fears. You and Belle are two of the most loyal, loving people I've met. I love you both, you filled the gap that was left by my sister, and Belle, my mother. You gave me a family, one that will stay with me forever. I cannot pretend that I know I'll come back alive. I cannot pretend that I'll ever see you again, or Belle, or those damn Chavs. I can't believe it but I will miss the bickering that goes on between Zoë and Bianca. You should keep an eye out, I swear they like each other more then they let on."
"ASBO the Chav, the Emo and their mates…"
"I have accepted that I may die. It's part of life after all. We all die and my time has probably come. I'm not afraid to die. I've had to live with that feeling for years so don't fret, Im no stranger to it. At least I can leave knowing that my family are safe."
Towering far above her was the very building that the bouncer mentioned. A massive corporate building with a swordfish held up on the side, lit up by red and blue neon lights.
Smoothly navigating between two cars, light reflected on her visor again, exposing her face for the briefest of moments and then disappearing again.
"Torment the slags we offer special rates and if they complain, we do it all again!"
"On my arrival, you gave me the greatest compliment I could ever receive. You never pitied me. You never treated me like inexperience pre-teen. You shared with me- a stranger, your most private hangout.
So thank you for showing me, for helping me, for not pitying me. Thank you for the chance to belong again. I hope you forgive me for what I'm about to do. I have to. Please understand. I do it so you can see your friends again. And Annabelle who you care for so much. Tell her your feelings. You'll be surprised what you may find.
Don't let the bastards get you down Kelly Jones.
I'll bring them back.
Love,
Kate Steel."
The three in the room stood in silence as Andrea folded the letter back up again, biting back sobs as a tear began to slide down her cheek.
Polly looked up at Kelly.
"Kelly. She left something in the envelope for you."
Unable to move, Kelly's legs began to shake.
"Its your necklace." Chocked Andrea, her make up beginning to run as she carefully produced the barbwire necklace from the envelope.
"Oh god!" Kelly suddenly broke and her legs gave way, falling to the floor, her emotions exploded out form her, leaving her crying violently on the floor of her room at the feet of Polly and Andrea.
The directions she had been given were good. With a satisfied nod, the St. Trinian entered the industrial yard. Above her where she had parked was tall fence, no doubt holding coils of barbwire at the top. The area was well lit and empty of human presence. To her right, about 100 meters away was rows and rows of cargo crates.
Bending down, Kate pushed her fingers into her shoe and with much effort, pulled out the knife and set to work on the locks.
Dun duuuuuuuuuun dun! I can't write much more then that today. I have to go study and try to pass my exams of which I couldn't give a rats arse for anymore. I hope you enjoyed it. Till next chapter which will probs be coming at the 22nd of November. Review please!