Chapter 3-"Break Ya Neck"
A/N: Sorry for the wait, couldn't think of a good chapter for a while..but I'm back. Title is taken from the name of a song by Busta Rhymes. I used it cause this chapter is hard hitting and is what I feel should be done to people who do this crap to women.
R rating still..for language, sexual situations and violence.
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BANKOK CHINA
The woman opened her eyes and saw red. She tasted blood in her mouth, and spat to rid it of the coppery taste. Her tongue felt like someone had tried to pull it off. Blood coated it like it was suppose to replace saliva. The man, he tried to french her too hard, she though her tongue would be torn off. Her mouth had an overpowering nauseous taste of blood and seamen since she was forced to give him a blowjob. Her middle was still bare and wet from her own cum and blood, so much blood. He was huge and he rode her like they matched. She screamed the entire time, finally passing out, but still feeling him on her even after she lost consciousness.
Her pink dress was torn straight up the middle, flapping against her sweaty thighs. She rolled over and spat. After the job had been done she had simply been chained where she had passed out. Her vagina burned and blood still ran down her legs. Her breasts ached, he was a biter, welts peaked out of her dress that had fallen past her endowments. She tried to move her arms but felt two chains holding her. She sat up as best she could and saw that she was lashed to the bed. The room was dark except for one lamp casting small light on the concrete floor of the police officer's office.
Something was lying in the middle of the floor, a bundle. She looked at it hard for a moment, and when she realized what it was she screamed
"NOO!" she struggled to get free, wrenching at her wrists to break the chains. Trying to reach the child who lay there still, covered in blood from being shot in the chest.
(Spoken in Mandarin Chinese) "P'Jou Yu! P'Jou Yu!" her screams echoed off the walls. She screamed and tried to reach her son. "NOO!"
The boy wasn't moving, he had been brought there an hour ago, his body was still warm, but he was barely alive. He had been brought in by her pimp. Across his blood ridden T-shirt and down his leg was a boldly painted message in black inked Chinese characters:
"Disobedience will not stand bitch"
*Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say*
Her screams attracted the pimp who had come to collect her. He broke into the room in time to see her wrenching free of the chains, breaking her own wrist in the process.
"P'Jou Yu!" she crawled over to him, but the pimp grabbed her and threw her to the ground. He then took out a .22 caliber rifle and shot off right at the boy's face, killing him instantly.
"NOO! NO! NO!" she screamed, trying to run to him, but the pimp threw her into the wall.
*Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down*
She landed hard on her back, sliding onto the floor. The pimp approached her and grabbed her by the hair. He pointed the barrel of the rifle at her son's body "can't you read?" he threw her back in the wall. She still screamed for her son.
"Shut your trap you filth!!" the pimp kicked her hard in the face, and hit her again to knock her out.
He turned when he heard the cop entering, his uniformed rumpled from where he slept in it.
The pimp pointed at the boy's body "Take care of this. You don't want a dirty precinct record. He picked up the unconsciousness women and dragged her out the door to his car.
*I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down*
*****
SEATTLE
LADDER 12
*There's another world inside of me that you may never see
There's secrets in this life that I can't hide
Well somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find
Well maybe it's too far away
Or maybe I'm just blind
Maybe I'm just blind*
(Dream sequence)
Ty is looking at Cree standing in front of him "Hey"
"Hey" he didn't know what to say to her
"What took you so long?" she approached him and threw him on the ground kissing him,
"Ty.."
"Ty"
"TY!" (dream fades)
Ty felt someone slapping him "Yo Aris get that pretty ass up! Got a call!"
Ty opened his eyes and saw his Chief standing over him where he crashed out on the cot.
"Okay!" Ty got up and went to grab his gear.
"Next time get more sleep at home Aris!" Chief Saunders called out "Move it guys!" he shouted to them "Fire is work!" he watched his team scramble to get their gear and slide down the polls.
Ty knocked over a picture of Cree in the process of trying to scramble in the living areas. All the guys put photos of their wives, girlfriends and kids on this big dresser that held the TV in the living quarters, at least the ones that they didn't have tucked up in their helmets. Ty got ragged on for finally joining the club when he stuck one of Cree up there that she had sent him from Los Angeles.
*So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone*
Ty jumped aboard truck 12.
"Nice job hot boy" his friend Jerry called out to him getting into the drivers side of the rig. "Next time sleep earlier so you can continue your good dreams"
"Just gun in Jer" Ty warned
Jerry laughed to himself, flipping on the sirens and rolling out of the station's garage.
*Everything I am
And everything in me
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be*
*****
*I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
If only for your good*
FOGGLE TOWERS
Logan leaned over Max, who was still asleep on his bed. He had gotten up an hour ago, but surprisingly she was still sacked out. He didn't wake her, seizures tended to sap her of her energy.
He pulled a lock of hair from her face "Hey" his breath was warm by her ear "Max" he kissed her ear "C'mon you gotta go to work." A pause "I need to make up the bed"
She didn't open her eyes, but a smile formed on her face. Rolling over she looked at him "I'm awake"
"How ya feelin'?" he touched the back of his hand to her forehead
"Almost got my bounce back" she let him know "Should be one hundred percent by this afternoon"
"Why don't you skip work?"
"Then why the hell did you come in here and tell me I hafta work?'
She got him there "Cause I know you're stubborn and won't listen"
"And I don't need a nurse"
"Don't think I'm going for that role Max" he let her know "How about just a boyfriend?"
"So no white dress uniform then?"
"Shut up" he warned her teasingly, leaning closer to give her another kiss. She responded to this one, putting both hands on either side of his face
*So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone*
"Work?" Logan asked after the kiss paused for a second
"Give it a second" she told him with a smile
*****
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
RIVERSIDE HIGH SCHOOL
"C'mon" Jade told Cree who was parked outside her sister's high school after driving her there. "I want you to see my painting I did in art class" she slid off her seatbelt and opened the door to her mother's black Chevy Tracker.
"Aiight" Cree agreed, throwing the SUV into park. Stepping out in front of her old high school felt so strange. She had never gotten past the ninth grade, never graduated. The kids wandering around she knew as freshman were now seniors on their last lick of high school and she just came back from being fucked into submission while they had argued over prom dates and senior class songs.
Kids were hanging around the grass outside the school, most in their usual clicks. Some of them stopped when Cree passed them. Most of them guys, turning away from their girlfriends to look at this girl in army green biker pants and a white tank top. Some she knew, but they didn't recognize her at first.
"Baby baby come sit by me"
Some girl slapped the boy upside the head.
He rubbed his head and looked back at Cree for a second "Aww yo that's her-" he turned back to his friends and said something in a low voice and soon everyone in the group was staring at her.
"That's Jade's sister-" she heard one of them whisper, but not very quietly.
"Where's that slut's boyfriend?"
"He probably got rid of her after she messed with him-"
*When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin
I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends
Roaming through this darkness, I'm alive but I'm alone
And part of me is fighting this
But part of me is gone*
Cree was so pissed. Had she not been taken, and still lived in that simple minded screwed up world that they did she would have let it slide. A Frisbee feel at her feet, and she bent down to pick it up.
"Nice ass though-"
"Rich shut up, she's a whore-" the girl was cut off when the Frisbee within inches of her and her friends head. It slammed into the tree they were sitting at and stuck there seconds later when Cree's switchblade landed in it, breaking through the plastic and into the tree.
"Head's up" Cree removed her knife and pocketed it. No administrators watched the kids in the morning so she was safe, and she already missed three years of classes here, what would they do to her?
They watched as she slid the knife back in the sheath strapped to her ankle. Cree removed the entire sheath and threw a long pass to chuck it in the SUV before rolling up the automatic windows.
In LA schools everyone had to go through medal detectors and Cree wasn't about to get caught with a knife. Getting arrested for deadly weapon possession at her old high school was not what she would call "recouping her looses" of the past three years.
She clicked the automatic lock and looked at her sister "You ready?"
"Yeah" Jade shot a death glare at the girl "bitch"
Cree had to smile at that "Let's go see the painting kiddo"
They walked up the three flights of stairs since the elevator had gone out because someone had had sex in it and jammed up the buttons, bets were taken on exactly how.
They made it to the third floor and Jade led her down the hall to her art class. "The instructor's pretty cool. She only teaches twice a week, think she has another job." The door opened.
"Hey Jade, came to get a head start?" the instructor's voice, a woman called out to her.
"Just wanted to see you Ms. Sam"
Sam Locke was in her early twenties, brown haired, blue eyed. Pretty. She had just started teaching at the school last year. She didn't like the students to call her Ms. Locke, it sounded so old, and some of the students respected their instructor enough to not want to just call her Sam. So "Ms. Sam" was compromised.
"Love it when my students give me props" Sam was a woman who talked like she belonged on the streets of LA not teaching in the schools. She set down some scratchboard images some her students had been doing on her desk. "Did you want to get started on your artwork?"
"Yeah-" Jade began "Oh and Ms. Sam, this is my sister Cree"
"Hey" Sam held out her hand "Nice to meet you Cree. Welcome to my drab little corner that my students try to spruce up."
"Thanks" Cree responded. She looked to the walls at some paintings on black photo board "Who did those?"
"I did" Sam answered seeing her look at an image of a forest floor done in rich greens and muted browns. "Art was always a passion"
"It's beautiful"
"Thanks girl" Sam smiled "Your sister is great at this too. She's all into abstract boldness."
"Like?" Jade chose that moment to show them one of her paintings. Solid red with the Chinese symbol of Zen painted in large loose strokes in many different colors.
"Wow" Cree was impressed "Cool job girl, does it have a name?"
"Shroud of Color" Jade answered proudly "Dumb huh?"
"Don't be so down on yourself" Sam told her "It's your view of how you perceive your art. No one has the right to say something bad about it."
"What do you call that?" Cree nodded towards the image of the forest Sam had painted
"Escape" Sam answered her clearly
"I see it" Cree informed "Nice place to think, get away from it all"
"Yeah" this time there was something in Sam's voice that was different, almost like she was lying, but she had lied for so long she had perfected even that into another one of her works of art. "So-" her subject change was swift, something she also seemed good at. "Cree you into art?"
"Yeah, I just can't make any"
Sam smiled "there's art in all of us, just have to look for it" she looked at her watch "Damn." She turned back up to face them "Sorry I lost track of time, class will be starting soon."
"I should go then," Cree informed
"Nice meeting you girl" Sam held out her hand "Your welcomed back whenever"
"Kay" Cree replied "Thanks" she looked to her sister "See ya after class"
"Got it" Jade waved at her as she went out
"Sistah's nice" Sam told Jade after
"Yeah" Jade responded
"She seems a little sad though, like something's bothering her"
"We all have our demons Ms. Sam" Jade reminded.
Sam looked at Jade, her face suddenly changing, into another, one with brown hair and brown eyes, younger.
/"We all have our badness." The girl looked at her
"That's why they take our blood right?"
The girl nodded "Yeah, to cleanse it, least that's what he said"/
"Yo Ms. Sam" Kenny, one of Sam's students drew her out of her thoughts
"What?" Sam looked at him
"Dropped something" he pointed to a piece of paper that fell off her desk.
"Yeah thanks" Sam bent down to pick it up, her long hair falling forward in her face because of the movement.
"Damn was that an accident?" Kenny was looking at her pointing "Nice though"
Sam stood up, brushing back her hair "Just was being a teen rebel like you Kenny" she paused for a moment "Class is startin'"
Kenny nodded up at her and went to his seat. "Guys I gotta take roll-" she ignored the groans "I know, but they're payin' me to do this"
"Get paid either way Ms. Sam" Kenny noted making the others laugh.
"Glad you fell outta bed today to roll with us Mr. Vickers" Sam marked him as "here" on her roll sheet.
"Maria" she kept taking roll "Jade, is here. Chris, Celeste, Rhonda, David, Karl, Max-"
/"Max! Maxie! They're coming" she crawled over to her and held the girl who was shaking. "You have to move Maxie"
"I can't" she whispered back "Don't get caught with me-"
"I can't leave you Maxie-"
The doors opened
"Go!" Max hissed at her/
"Max?"
Sam turned to the voice "Sorry *Maxwell*, didn't mean to trifle your love affair with the coffee brand" She produced more laughter. She laughed too, quietly "That's everyone. Okay guys" she set her roll sheet on the desk "Get out the work you started last time. We're continuing on it. Don't want anyone using this to get all huggy bugged with your honey, or listenin' to Eminem or DMX or whoever was in your player after you fell asleep from beer from your weekend shack up. This is art time, got it? Get started"
Movement was heard as the students brought out their art supplies.
Sam sat back on her desk
/"Maxie!" Jondy slid over the ice, desperately trying to reach her.
The frigid water in the hole was still except for the occasional ripple. "No!" she stuck her hands in the cold cold water, feeling a shooting icy pain go up both arms.
She felt something soft, human like, and she pulled not feeling pain anymore, only freezing numbness
*Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me*
Finally, something bobbed to the surface gasping for breath.
"Maxie.." Jondy struggled to pull her out
"Go!" Zack's hiss echoed over the water
Jondy turned to Max, who now lay gasping on the ice. She grasped a cold icy hand of her sister
"Don't forget me-"
"Move!" Zack's voice was getting louder
Jondy let go of Max's hand reluctantly and ran off into the woods/
Jondy's eyes wandered around, looking at her students busy with their art. Absent-mindedly she rubbed the long scar on her hand where a sharp piece of ice had slashed her when she was reaching for Max.
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CHINA
She sat there in her chains that were lashed to the bed, staring at nothing but darkness. Her mouth tasted coppery from the blows she had received. A door opened, and the light assaulted her eyes. Her pimp entered, pushing someone in front of him.
(in Chinese)
"Yee-" she looked into the face of her other child, the only one she had left.
"Mama-" the pimp forcefully pulled him back when he saw who it was, and started to run for her
"YEE!" she struggled again to get out of her chains, her broken wrist burning like fire, but she ignored it.
"Mama! Mama!" he tried to reach her, crying for her
"Shut up bitch! He's still alive" the pimp notified curtly, still dragging the five year old to the door.
*Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down*
"MAMA!" the child was now screaming, trying to fight with the pimp to get away.
"YEE!" she cried for her son, hearing him still screaming as the door was slammed shut
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SEATTLE
*Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down*
She grasped ahold of the floor, screaming as she was entered again.
"Shut up girl!" the large man riding her slapped her down "I didn't pay for a fuckin' screamer!" he slammed into her again.
In the massage parlor the other girls heard the screams, but none went to do anything, afraid for what would happen to them.
(music slows down and lead singer now sings quieter)
*Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking*
(fade out)
*****
this chapter is very very thick, but that's what this subject is about. Not gonna sugar coat it cause I'm making up the characters, the situation is real. Killing children is gruesome, but terribly that's what can go on and that's what I need to show
I originally planned to have Sam (aka: Jondy) have to run from LA (know she suppose to live in San Francisco, but she can commute) because of a threat to her. But I changed it this morning cause this story is not just about Manticore, and if I did that I would take away from the main topic, which is sex slavery. She is in there for a storyline with Max, NOT to take the spot light off the issues this story presents.
This one was a long chapter; once I started I couldn't stop.
Songs used are:
"When I'm Gone" (Three Doors Down)
"One Last Breath" (Creed)
R/R please
A/N: Sorry for the wait, couldn't think of a good chapter for a while..but I'm back. Title is taken from the name of a song by Busta Rhymes. I used it cause this chapter is hard hitting and is what I feel should be done to people who do this crap to women.
R rating still..for language, sexual situations and violence.
*****
BANKOK CHINA
The woman opened her eyes and saw red. She tasted blood in her mouth, and spat to rid it of the coppery taste. Her tongue felt like someone had tried to pull it off. Blood coated it like it was suppose to replace saliva. The man, he tried to french her too hard, she though her tongue would be torn off. Her mouth had an overpowering nauseous taste of blood and seamen since she was forced to give him a blowjob. Her middle was still bare and wet from her own cum and blood, so much blood. He was huge and he rode her like they matched. She screamed the entire time, finally passing out, but still feeling him on her even after she lost consciousness.
Her pink dress was torn straight up the middle, flapping against her sweaty thighs. She rolled over and spat. After the job had been done she had simply been chained where she had passed out. Her vagina burned and blood still ran down her legs. Her breasts ached, he was a biter, welts peaked out of her dress that had fallen past her endowments. She tried to move her arms but felt two chains holding her. She sat up as best she could and saw that she was lashed to the bed. The room was dark except for one lamp casting small light on the concrete floor of the police officer's office.
Something was lying in the middle of the floor, a bundle. She looked at it hard for a moment, and when she realized what it was she screamed
"NOO!" she struggled to get free, wrenching at her wrists to break the chains. Trying to reach the child who lay there still, covered in blood from being shot in the chest.
(Spoken in Mandarin Chinese) "P'Jou Yu! P'Jou Yu!" her screams echoed off the walls. She screamed and tried to reach her son. "NOO!"
The boy wasn't moving, he had been brought there an hour ago, his body was still warm, but he was barely alive. He had been brought in by her pimp. Across his blood ridden T-shirt and down his leg was a boldly painted message in black inked Chinese characters:
"Disobedience will not stand bitch"
*Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say*
Her screams attracted the pimp who had come to collect her. He broke into the room in time to see her wrenching free of the chains, breaking her own wrist in the process.
"P'Jou Yu!" she crawled over to him, but the pimp grabbed her and threw her to the ground. He then took out a .22 caliber rifle and shot off right at the boy's face, killing him instantly.
"NOO! NO! NO!" she screamed, trying to run to him, but the pimp threw her into the wall.
*Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down*
She landed hard on her back, sliding onto the floor. The pimp approached her and grabbed her by the hair. He pointed the barrel of the rifle at her son's body "can't you read?" he threw her back in the wall. She still screamed for her son.
"Shut your trap you filth!!" the pimp kicked her hard in the face, and hit her again to knock her out.
He turned when he heard the cop entering, his uniformed rumpled from where he slept in it.
The pimp pointed at the boy's body "Take care of this. You don't want a dirty precinct record. He picked up the unconsciousness women and dragged her out the door to his car.
*I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down*
*****
SEATTLE
LADDER 12
*There's another world inside of me that you may never see
There's secrets in this life that I can't hide
Well somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find
Well maybe it's too far away
Or maybe I'm just blind
Maybe I'm just blind*
(Dream sequence)
Ty is looking at Cree standing in front of him "Hey"
"Hey" he didn't know what to say to her
"What took you so long?" she approached him and threw him on the ground kissing him,
"Ty.."
"Ty"
"TY!" (dream fades)
Ty felt someone slapping him "Yo Aris get that pretty ass up! Got a call!"
Ty opened his eyes and saw his Chief standing over him where he crashed out on the cot.
"Okay!" Ty got up and went to grab his gear.
"Next time get more sleep at home Aris!" Chief Saunders called out "Move it guys!" he shouted to them "Fire is work!" he watched his team scramble to get their gear and slide down the polls.
Ty knocked over a picture of Cree in the process of trying to scramble in the living areas. All the guys put photos of their wives, girlfriends and kids on this big dresser that held the TV in the living quarters, at least the ones that they didn't have tucked up in their helmets. Ty got ragged on for finally joining the club when he stuck one of Cree up there that she had sent him from Los Angeles.
*So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone*
Ty jumped aboard truck 12.
"Nice job hot boy" his friend Jerry called out to him getting into the drivers side of the rig. "Next time sleep earlier so you can continue your good dreams"
"Just gun in Jer" Ty warned
Jerry laughed to himself, flipping on the sirens and rolling out of the station's garage.
*Everything I am
And everything in me
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be*
*****
*I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
If only for your good*
FOGGLE TOWERS
Logan leaned over Max, who was still asleep on his bed. He had gotten up an hour ago, but surprisingly she was still sacked out. He didn't wake her, seizures tended to sap her of her energy.
He pulled a lock of hair from her face "Hey" his breath was warm by her ear "Max" he kissed her ear "C'mon you gotta go to work." A pause "I need to make up the bed"
She didn't open her eyes, but a smile formed on her face. Rolling over she looked at him "I'm awake"
"How ya feelin'?" he touched the back of his hand to her forehead
"Almost got my bounce back" she let him know "Should be one hundred percent by this afternoon"
"Why don't you skip work?"
"Then why the hell did you come in here and tell me I hafta work?'
She got him there "Cause I know you're stubborn and won't listen"
"And I don't need a nurse"
"Don't think I'm going for that role Max" he let her know "How about just a boyfriend?"
"So no white dress uniform then?"
"Shut up" he warned her teasingly, leaning closer to give her another kiss. She responded to this one, putting both hands on either side of his face
*So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone*
"Work?" Logan asked after the kiss paused for a second
"Give it a second" she told him with a smile
*****
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
RIVERSIDE HIGH SCHOOL
"C'mon" Jade told Cree who was parked outside her sister's high school after driving her there. "I want you to see my painting I did in art class" she slid off her seatbelt and opened the door to her mother's black Chevy Tracker.
"Aiight" Cree agreed, throwing the SUV into park. Stepping out in front of her old high school felt so strange. She had never gotten past the ninth grade, never graduated. The kids wandering around she knew as freshman were now seniors on their last lick of high school and she just came back from being fucked into submission while they had argued over prom dates and senior class songs.
Kids were hanging around the grass outside the school, most in their usual clicks. Some of them stopped when Cree passed them. Most of them guys, turning away from their girlfriends to look at this girl in army green biker pants and a white tank top. Some she knew, but they didn't recognize her at first.
"Baby baby come sit by me"
Some girl slapped the boy upside the head.
He rubbed his head and looked back at Cree for a second "Aww yo that's her-" he turned back to his friends and said something in a low voice and soon everyone in the group was staring at her.
"That's Jade's sister-" she heard one of them whisper, but not very quietly.
"Where's that slut's boyfriend?"
"He probably got rid of her after she messed with him-"
*When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin
I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends
Roaming through this darkness, I'm alive but I'm alone
And part of me is fighting this
But part of me is gone*
Cree was so pissed. Had she not been taken, and still lived in that simple minded screwed up world that they did she would have let it slide. A Frisbee feel at her feet, and she bent down to pick it up.
"Nice ass though-"
"Rich shut up, she's a whore-" the girl was cut off when the Frisbee within inches of her and her friends head. It slammed into the tree they were sitting at and stuck there seconds later when Cree's switchblade landed in it, breaking through the plastic and into the tree.
"Head's up" Cree removed her knife and pocketed it. No administrators watched the kids in the morning so she was safe, and she already missed three years of classes here, what would they do to her?
They watched as she slid the knife back in the sheath strapped to her ankle. Cree removed the entire sheath and threw a long pass to chuck it in the SUV before rolling up the automatic windows.
In LA schools everyone had to go through medal detectors and Cree wasn't about to get caught with a knife. Getting arrested for deadly weapon possession at her old high school was not what she would call "recouping her looses" of the past three years.
She clicked the automatic lock and looked at her sister "You ready?"
"Yeah" Jade shot a death glare at the girl "bitch"
Cree had to smile at that "Let's go see the painting kiddo"
They walked up the three flights of stairs since the elevator had gone out because someone had had sex in it and jammed up the buttons, bets were taken on exactly how.
They made it to the third floor and Jade led her down the hall to her art class. "The instructor's pretty cool. She only teaches twice a week, think she has another job." The door opened.
"Hey Jade, came to get a head start?" the instructor's voice, a woman called out to her.
"Just wanted to see you Ms. Sam"
Sam Locke was in her early twenties, brown haired, blue eyed. Pretty. She had just started teaching at the school last year. She didn't like the students to call her Ms. Locke, it sounded so old, and some of the students respected their instructor enough to not want to just call her Sam. So "Ms. Sam" was compromised.
"Love it when my students give me props" Sam was a woman who talked like she belonged on the streets of LA not teaching in the schools. She set down some scratchboard images some her students had been doing on her desk. "Did you want to get started on your artwork?"
"Yeah-" Jade began "Oh and Ms. Sam, this is my sister Cree"
"Hey" Sam held out her hand "Nice to meet you Cree. Welcome to my drab little corner that my students try to spruce up."
"Thanks" Cree responded. She looked to the walls at some paintings on black photo board "Who did those?"
"I did" Sam answered seeing her look at an image of a forest floor done in rich greens and muted browns. "Art was always a passion"
"It's beautiful"
"Thanks girl" Sam smiled "Your sister is great at this too. She's all into abstract boldness."
"Like?" Jade chose that moment to show them one of her paintings. Solid red with the Chinese symbol of Zen painted in large loose strokes in many different colors.
"Wow" Cree was impressed "Cool job girl, does it have a name?"
"Shroud of Color" Jade answered proudly "Dumb huh?"
"Don't be so down on yourself" Sam told her "It's your view of how you perceive your art. No one has the right to say something bad about it."
"What do you call that?" Cree nodded towards the image of the forest Sam had painted
"Escape" Sam answered her clearly
"I see it" Cree informed "Nice place to think, get away from it all"
"Yeah" this time there was something in Sam's voice that was different, almost like she was lying, but she had lied for so long she had perfected even that into another one of her works of art. "So-" her subject change was swift, something she also seemed good at. "Cree you into art?"
"Yeah, I just can't make any"
Sam smiled "there's art in all of us, just have to look for it" she looked at her watch "Damn." She turned back up to face them "Sorry I lost track of time, class will be starting soon."
"I should go then," Cree informed
"Nice meeting you girl" Sam held out her hand "Your welcomed back whenever"
"Kay" Cree replied "Thanks" she looked to her sister "See ya after class"
"Got it" Jade waved at her as she went out
"Sistah's nice" Sam told Jade after
"Yeah" Jade responded
"She seems a little sad though, like something's bothering her"
"We all have our demons Ms. Sam" Jade reminded.
Sam looked at Jade, her face suddenly changing, into another, one with brown hair and brown eyes, younger.
/"We all have our badness." The girl looked at her
"That's why they take our blood right?"
The girl nodded "Yeah, to cleanse it, least that's what he said"/
"Yo Ms. Sam" Kenny, one of Sam's students drew her out of her thoughts
"What?" Sam looked at him
"Dropped something" he pointed to a piece of paper that fell off her desk.
"Yeah thanks" Sam bent down to pick it up, her long hair falling forward in her face because of the movement.
"Damn was that an accident?" Kenny was looking at her pointing "Nice though"
Sam stood up, brushing back her hair "Just was being a teen rebel like you Kenny" she paused for a moment "Class is startin'"
Kenny nodded up at her and went to his seat. "Guys I gotta take roll-" she ignored the groans "I know, but they're payin' me to do this"
"Get paid either way Ms. Sam" Kenny noted making the others laugh.
"Glad you fell outta bed today to roll with us Mr. Vickers" Sam marked him as "here" on her roll sheet.
"Maria" she kept taking roll "Jade, is here. Chris, Celeste, Rhonda, David, Karl, Max-"
/"Max! Maxie! They're coming" she crawled over to her and held the girl who was shaking. "You have to move Maxie"
"I can't" she whispered back "Don't get caught with me-"
"I can't leave you Maxie-"
The doors opened
"Go!" Max hissed at her/
"Max?"
Sam turned to the voice "Sorry *Maxwell*, didn't mean to trifle your love affair with the coffee brand" She produced more laughter. She laughed too, quietly "That's everyone. Okay guys" she set her roll sheet on the desk "Get out the work you started last time. We're continuing on it. Don't want anyone using this to get all huggy bugged with your honey, or listenin' to Eminem or DMX or whoever was in your player after you fell asleep from beer from your weekend shack up. This is art time, got it? Get started"
Movement was heard as the students brought out their art supplies.
Sam sat back on her desk
/"Maxie!" Jondy slid over the ice, desperately trying to reach her.
The frigid water in the hole was still except for the occasional ripple. "No!" she stuck her hands in the cold cold water, feeling a shooting icy pain go up both arms.
She felt something soft, human like, and she pulled not feeling pain anymore, only freezing numbness
*Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me*
Finally, something bobbed to the surface gasping for breath.
"Maxie.." Jondy struggled to pull her out
"Go!" Zack's hiss echoed over the water
Jondy turned to Max, who now lay gasping on the ice. She grasped a cold icy hand of her sister
"Don't forget me-"
"Move!" Zack's voice was getting louder
Jondy let go of Max's hand reluctantly and ran off into the woods/
Jondy's eyes wandered around, looking at her students busy with their art. Absent-mindedly she rubbed the long scar on her hand where a sharp piece of ice had slashed her when she was reaching for Max.
*****
CHINA
She sat there in her chains that were lashed to the bed, staring at nothing but darkness. Her mouth tasted coppery from the blows she had received. A door opened, and the light assaulted her eyes. Her pimp entered, pushing someone in front of him.
(in Chinese)
"Yee-" she looked into the face of her other child, the only one she had left.
"Mama-" the pimp forcefully pulled him back when he saw who it was, and started to run for her
"YEE!" she struggled again to get out of her chains, her broken wrist burning like fire, but she ignored it.
"Mama! Mama!" he tried to reach her, crying for her
"Shut up bitch! He's still alive" the pimp notified curtly, still dragging the five year old to the door.
*Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down*
"MAMA!" the child was now screaming, trying to fight with the pimp to get away.
"YEE!" she cried for her son, hearing him still screaming as the door was slammed shut
*****
SEATTLE
*Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down*
She grasped ahold of the floor, screaming as she was entered again.
"Shut up girl!" the large man riding her slapped her down "I didn't pay for a fuckin' screamer!" he slammed into her again.
In the massage parlor the other girls heard the screams, but none went to do anything, afraid for what would happen to them.
(music slows down and lead singer now sings quieter)
*Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking*
(fade out)
*****
this chapter is very very thick, but that's what this subject is about. Not gonna sugar coat it cause I'm making up the characters, the situation is real. Killing children is gruesome, but terribly that's what can go on and that's what I need to show
I originally planned to have Sam (aka: Jondy) have to run from LA (know she suppose to live in San Francisco, but she can commute) because of a threat to her. But I changed it this morning cause this story is not just about Manticore, and if I did that I would take away from the main topic, which is sex slavery. She is in there for a storyline with Max, NOT to take the spot light off the issues this story presents.
This one was a long chapter; once I started I couldn't stop.
Songs used are:
"When I'm Gone" (Three Doors Down)
"One Last Breath" (Creed)
R/R please