R for POW camp situations, and violence towards a child
The Real story begins
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people from M*A*S*H, but I do
love Hawkeye and B.J and Radar...I do own Chelsea
Warnings: Chelsea goes through hell in this one. Please be warned, and
don't flame me for this. *You HAVE been warned!* later there will be the
discovery of a rape, but it is never talked about when it happens.
© 2000 Murdock's Crazylady (MCL)
Part 2
Chelsea Awoke to hear screams. She never even remembered falling to sleep, but her eyes told her it had to be at least a few hours since she was last awake. Rubbing at them, she climbed out of her bed and walked outside to see what was going on. She suddenly looked right into the faces of the angry enemy, whom had already taken her nanny into their custody.
"What's goin on?" Chelsea asked sleepily, as she saw one of the soldiers point a gun right at her nanny's head. He yelled something at her in chiniese, but she was too tired to catch what it was. Chelsea repeated her earlier question in chinese to her nanny as one of the soldiers grabbed her by the arm and took her along with them. Now Chelsea was terrified, and she didn't know what elae to do except for do what they said.
After being on foot for a few hours, heading back to their camp, the soldiers sat Chelsea and her nanny down as they chatted, seemingly trying to decide what they wanted to do next. Chelsea began to talk in whispers to her and soon found out some scary news. The men were soldiers, the enemy her father was trying to kill, and she and Chelsea were their prisoners. Chelsea suddenly felt sick.
Then she found something else out too. "Daddy's gone??" Chelsea asked, almost yelling. The nanny put her hand on Chelsea's leg and nodded. She continued on, to tell Chelsea she had recieved a call from a general telling her to take Chelsea somewhere safe, because her father was killed at the front. Chelsea couldn't help it, and she suddenly threw up. She had no one now. No family, anywhere in the world.
The soldiers laughed as Chelsea continued to be sick, and soon had them in a tent guarded by other soldiers. Then, Chelsea's nanny told her something. That she would soon be taken away, and she would probably never see her again, but when Chelsea began to cry, she told her not to be afraid, that she would be okay. The nanny knew she had lied to her, but she didn't want Chelsea to fear anything when she wan't around to help her anymore.
Sure to the nanny's word, seconds later a soldier came in and drug the woman out of Chelsea's grasp. Once she was alone again, Chelsea cried. She didn't understand what was going on, and she now wished she had eavesdropped on her father's phone calls or asked him what was going on, and why people where fighting eachother, and why they had now taken her prisoner.
Chelsea soon decided to try and crawl out of the back of the tent. She knew that these were bad people, and that they were going to do something with her, what it was, she didn't know, but she didn't want to stick around and find out, either. She crawled over to the tent and flipped the end up. She peeked out, and saw no one, and crawled out, running as soon as she stood up. She heard someone yelling in chinese to catch the prisoner, and she knew they meant her.
She swallowed and ran faster. A loud boom and a pain in her left arm, and then realized she was falling down. After she landed, she reached over and felt her arm, and when she pulled her hand away, she was covered in her own blood. Chelsea screamed, as her eyes went as big as half-dollars as the red of the blood and the pain nearly pushed her off of the deep end. Chelsea screamed again, and passed out.
The second Chelsea came to, the pain swallowed her up, it was imbearable. She cried and threw up. She heard a chinese swear word being yelled at her, and was afraid when she couldn't make out the rest of his threat. Chelsea begged him to help her, she didn't understand that he'd been the one whom had shot her for the hell of it, and that he liked to hear her in pain.
He laughed, then yelled at her to shut up, and raised his gun. Chelsea closed her mouth and stopped yelling, but her pain continued, and got worse. She held her bad arm and rocked back and forth. She didn't understand why she was brought here, why she'd been shot, or why she was trying to tell herself that someone here would help her. She knew that was one even she couldn't believe.
"I wanna go home..." Chelsea whined quietly. She lay over and closed her eyes, trying to forget where she was, and that she had a hole in her arm the size of montana. As the night went on, Chelsea began to get violently sick, her temperature sky rocketing. She soon fell into a nightmarish sleep, and woke every hour, in a sheet of cold sweat.
The next morning, Chelsea was roused out of sleep roughly and yanked to her feet. She was taken out of the tent and handed a gun. Chelsea took one look at it and threw it down. She couldn't even feel her arm anymore, and she was almost thankful for that, because at least now it didn't hurt. Her face felt the hard blow to her mouth as the gun issuing soldier backhanded her. She didn't have any time to protest it, as he picked up the gun and shoved it back at her, into her chest almost knocking her down. Chelsea bagan to cry again as she felt her fear growing and her pain coming back.
Chelsea was put in formation with 25 other kids, none of them over 14 years old, as they were all drilled and treated worse than rabid animals. Chelsea followed as best she could, but as the day went one, she was singled out and beaten more than once, for getting out of step with the others, or as she had last found out, that sneezing was a no no here.
By night, Chelsea was black and blue from head to toe, her nose had been bloodied 6 times, and she had lost a tooth, as well as she'd had her mouth bloodied so many times, she's lost count. She had been backhanded, slapped, spit on, knocked down and kicked repeatedly, punched, and beaten woth some sort of thin cane like thing. You name the mark and she had it somewhere on her body. about the only thing she didn't have was burn marks. Chelsea cried herself into a trance like state and rocked back and forth after she had been taken back to her tent/cell. She had seen something the morning she'd began her boot camp that had given her the guts to leave that night/early morning.
5 of the girls in the group of kids she was drilled with were sent into this field for something, some kind of training. It bothered her even more when she noticed that only girls were sent in. Seconds after being sent in, 3 land mines went and took all but 1 of this girls with it. The girl was badly injured, but alive, and screaming for help. She was going to be left to die, and soon, tired with hearing her screams if pain, one of the soldiers walked over, drew his gun, and shot the 5-year-old girl between the eyes, a cry and she was silinced forever. Her lifeless body was let lay for the buzzards, and the soldier was just as happy as could be, laughing after he had taken the life of an innocent child not barely out of diapers.
Chelsea refrained from screaming out as she watched, but she cried nonetheless and tears soaked the neck of her blood spattered, ripped and dirty t-shirt. There were only 2 girls left in the group, and that included herself. Chelsea knew she'd be next, and knew that she'd rather be shot to death that blown up. She decided that she'd gladly take her chances again and ran off. She made it safely out of the camp, sneaking out the back of the tent again.
She guessed the soliders didn't figure out how she'd gotten out the first time, or it would have been guarded with someone with a gun. Chelsea scrambled away, the entire time thinking of what one of the kids had said. They'd told her never to try and leave again, because even if you did make it, they sent this boy after you and he skinned you alive, and that they had seen it many times before. Chelsea gagged at the thought and continued on, not allowing herself to quit or even slow the littlest bit down. She felt dizzy as her temperature was spiking 103.
She turned a corner and hit the ground. She passed out and a seizure soon took her over, causing her to shake and tremour for 10 minutes. By the time it was ended, she had lost all bodily function in her pants and she was drooling like a mad dog. Chelsea had felt the seizure, and as she cried on the inseide, she wished she would die. She wanted to die on her own, with what dignity she had left, rather than have some soldier bent on his own happiness come along and shoot her like she'd seen that girl shot. Chelsea was half dead, and she didn't care.
Hours past and a jeep came around the corner, slamming to a halt when the driver saw something in the middle of the dirt road. He stood up in the seat of the jeep to see what it was and said, "Oh my gosh! It's a little kid!" He jumped out of the jeep and ran over to the small body sprawled out on the ground. "Oh man, she's even younger than me! OH geez she's hurt! man!" Radar exclaimed as he risked his own life as he quickly bent down and scooped her up. He put her in the seat next to him and sped off to the 4077th M*A*S*H.
"Help! Hawkeye! BJ! I need a doctor!" Radar screamed as he pulled into the camp and brought the jeep to a screetching, sliding halt. 2 men came running. The first one was a tall, black haired brown eyed man wearing a red bath robe. "What is it Radar?" Captain Hawkeye Pirece asked as he looked into the jeep and saw the small body in Radar's lap. "Hawkeye?" The second man asked as he made it over. He was a blonde, with a moustache and big blue eyes. His attire was that of a pink shirt and green pants.
"Oh my god, she's just a kid!" Captain BJ Hunnicutt said as he saw what Hawkeye saw. BJ went into triage while Hawkeye went and scrubbed up. Minutes later, a nurse helped bring the girl into the OR. Hawkeye was all ready, with a mask over his nose and mouth, gloves on his hands, a white hat on his head and a white long sleeved gown over his white scrubs.
Klinger brought in the x-rays of the arm they knew was injured, and Hawkeye looked at them as BJ sat down and put Chelsea to sleep. Minutes later, he let Hawk know she was under. "Look at this BJ, her arm is shattered. I'm going to find the bullet that did this and send it to Truman, maybe then he'll stop the war. This kid's an american. I wonder how she got here?" Hawkeye said as he opened Chelsea's arm up and found the bullet. A clank later and it was out of Chelsea's body and into a metal pan.
"Probably a joe's kid. You know, someone who didn't have the guts to eave their kid in america where they wouldn't have anything to worry about except for what tv show to watch." BJ answered and Hawkeye nodded as he began to set the broken and shattered bones with metal bars and pins. Half of her arm was gone, and now consisted of metal. After a 5 hour surgery, Hawkeye closed her arm and out it in a cast.
"She should be at home in a crib. Her body looks like it has been used as a welcome mat!" Hawkeye exclaimed as he took off of his bloody gloves and threw them down. "How old do you figure she is?" BJ asked as he stood up and looked at her. "Oh about 6 or 7. the legal age around here to take a bullet." Hawkeye said as he pulled his mask down.
He took a deep breath and covered Chelsea up with a sheet. After shaking his head at the sight of a baby, a child that small on his operating table, he went and changed out of his bloody red clothes and put his green army clothes back on. BJ unhooked Chelsea from the anestesia and helped move her to post-op. Hawkeye hurried over to Post-Op so he could sit with her. As Hawkeye sat with her, he watched her vitals and talked to her now and then/ He didn't know the child laying in the bed next to him, but he knew she'd been through the same hell that was wheeled past him by the thousands everyday. He just didn't know how or why.
