Chapter 11 "Yourself"
A/N: Sorry for the looong awaited update...I've been neglecting my guys, plus bogged down with stuff I waited soo long to do at school, plus lack of sleep icky...sorry again
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SEATTLE
LADDER 12
Ty sat on his couch with his head in his hands, just there, a being on his furniture. It had been hours since Cree had left his apartment, but the smell of her body still lingered in the air around his whole place.
/My god, what the hell went wrong? Should I have pushed so hard?/ His hands rubbed through his hair vigorously, massaging his whole scalp with fast fingers. Things between him and Cree had been so right for so long, but now, everything seemed to be falling apart. This was not something he couldn't understand, nor did he want too. He just wanted to know where it went wrong.
The relentless ticking of the clock on his fireplace now bugged the hell out of him. It sounded like a sledgehammer pounding non-stop against a slab of hard granite. In an act of pure rage and emotion he stormed off his couch and grabbed the timepiece with a quick hand, throwing it hard against the wall of his apartment where it, in a complete cliché, shattered into a million pieces, or rather actually three large chunks that strewed themselves all over the fake maple boards that made up the floor.
Now there was nothing in the apartment to hear except his own tortured thoughts. He leaned against his fireplace mantle, placing his head in his hands, almost on the verge of tears, but ones that he suppressed. Firemen weren't supposed to cry, not over something this trivial. But with Cree NOTHING was trivial.
Ty's roomie chose at that moment to parade inside the apartment, liquored out of his mind and happier then hell, something Ty did not want to deal with at this moment.
"Hey man, why so down?" he laughed like it was the funniest joke he had ever heard in his entire life. "I got all the juice brotha" he walked a few more staggered steps, overly pleased with his own sense of euphoria to realize that his buddy was in the middle of a crisis of consciousness.
Ty didn't know whether to clock him or ignore him. He wanted to do the later, but when his friend came at him with an empty Coronas bottle, waving it around like a victory flag, Ty launched himself at him like a RPG (rocket propelled grenade) coming out of an armor plated Humvee.
"Man shut the hell up!" he actually bashed him in the head, but with a soft fist, since he didn't want any murder investigations hanging over his head at the present moment "Sell your hooch to someone else" he pushed the bottle away where it toppled with it's tee toddling owner onto the hard floor with a quiet thud.
His companion just lay where he fell, passed out to the world. He remained at Ty's feet like a faithful old hunting dog and only when Ty was sure he was completely zonked in la la land did he take the almost empty bottle of booze from his still hands and downed some of the alcohol.
= = = =
I'm here without you baby,
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl, it's only you and me
= = = =
Ming checked in on her daughter, who had fallen asleep atop the cheap hotel bed covers in her clothes. Her jet-black hair lay strewn at her side in complete disarray and there were faint tracks of tears cried out hours ago on her face.
It all broke her heart, to see her baby so sad. But such was the case of love. She had called Peter at home via a secure cell of course to let him and Jade know that she and Cree were fine. It was so good to hear Peter's voice. Even though Ming was independent, and capable of great things on her own, she never denied the fact that being connected with her man always lifted her spirits and made her feel alive.
She slipped into black leather gloves, sliding them on her hands like they were a second skin she had to be careful not to break and pulled a matching black leather jacket over her body. These clothes along with the dark black sweater made her look like a cat burglar out for a score.
She had wanted to go back to that warehouse she had spotted earlier this morning, but she had gotten back to the hotel to find Cree sitting there, looking lost and crying and all thoughts of everything else flew out the window as she went to comfort her child. But now, Cree seemed better, tired, but she would bounce back from that, and Ming had made a promise to herself to check out that abandoned building. Something wasn't right about it. Rats didn't make the kinds of noises she had heard.
Her shoes barely made any noise as she all but skulked out of the hotel room, pocketing the key card and checking the clip on her service weapon before sliding it into a shoulder holster she had hidden under her jacket. Her switchblade wouldn't cut it tonight if she ran into trouble, hence the reason for the gloves. It was terribly illegal, but so was the crap those bastards were doing to those women.
The night seemed to embrace her as she moved with a fast pace down the mixture of crumbling asphalt and dirt that made up the fallen apart roads of this section of the city. She had deliberately chosen to check into a hotel just a few hundred yards from the warehouse; it would be better to stake out this way and not have to worry about activity going on when she had to sleep.
The metal of the warehouse roof greeted her first and she shinned a large halogen light in a small rectangular window, just for a moment, to get a picture of what she was dealing with. The light clicked off and she set tucked the light back into the belt that made up her police issue waist holster. With one hand she clicked off her gun's safety before walking ahead into the darkness, it was better to be prepared then bleeding out cause you didn't decide to think for that split second.
No noise reached her ears at first, but she still listened for something, waiting for the right moment, or the right noise to spring. Eventually she heard it, a quiet moaning, followed by something else a little more discrete, a rattle, like chains. She followed the noise through the large one roomed area with the dirt floor. Eventually it gave way into a smaller room, no windows, and one tiny lamp on the floor, amidst other things.
"Let her go!" Ming's gun was out at the same time as her mouth
Two figures turned then. The one on top, a skinny man with peach fuzz for brown hair and camo cargo pants over his razor thin legs snapped to her then, like a soldier, but he was no soldier, just a skank with a hang up for rape.
"Who the fuck are you?" he didn't even climb off of the person beneath him, who lay there with large eyes, not saying a word. She only looked to be about fourteen with eyes that were almost black and baby fat still residing in her cheeks. She was naked and he was naked except for his pants with the fly open. There was cum on her body and the smell of semen was putrid in the air.
"Who am I?" Ming was in a rage that this skank had the nerve to ask her who she was when she was the one with the gun. "I'm the house mother you prick and lights out time for these girls happened a long time ago. So I suggest you get your skinny ass off of her before I shoot something that will only make you recall fucking in memories" the aim of her gun from this point was dead on to take away his "advantage"
He was unarmed, and the wind could probably blow him over, but like an idiot he still tried to lunge at Ming. She didn't fall from his attempts to throw her to the ground and instead shoved him back hard by his nuts, which produced her desired results when he gasped like a fish out of water.
Ming was kneeling next to the girl with her legs chained down to the floor. She wasn't even on a mattress, the bolt holders for the chains were locked into cement blocks were secured to the floor.
/Times like this I'm glad I'm a girl/ Ming removed a bobby pin, or rather a lock picking tool, that looked like a bobby pin from her hair and set to work on the chains on the girl's legs. The nifty little device she had gotten off the black market back home worked it's charm and freed the child from her shackles.
She looked deathly afraid, like she would shatter at a single touch. "It's okay" Ming tried to comfort her, but she was frayed at seeing blood on the girl's private areas. To Ming she was Creek during those three missing years. This had been her life, and Ming was only now starting to see what it was really like.
The girl was shaking like a leaf, and still naked. Ming tore off her jacket and slipped it over the chlid's form to give her back some decency. She didn't know if she could walk and she didn't want to take the chance. So Ming scooped up the fifteen-year-old like a small infant and headed towards the first available exit. Footsteps made her turn sharply around, thinking the sleaze had gotten up from her knock down. But what she saw startled her even more. Girls, ten year olds and teenagers like this one were there, ten of them in all, some not even from America because they called out to her in Spanish, Chinese, and French. She only spoke one of these tongues, but she understood them all.
"Let's move!" Ming pointed towards the door, a universal code that everyone could understand. She shifted the girl she was holding and pulled out her weapon. These girls were a high commodity, and whoever brought them here wasn't going to just let them walk out the door.
Yelling came at her next as big burly men with hand guns ran down a stairway hidden behind a section of boxes.
"What the fuck are you doing whore?" the guns went off, but Ming being a cop dodged them all, zig zagging and weaving in and out, keeping the girl's head low so she wouldn't be hit. "This way!" all the girls understood her movements even though they didn't understand her words. They ran out the door, some not even dressed and some so scantly clad that pin up girls would be put out of business. The gunfire continued until Ming reached an alley way with her group. Some of the girls fell into the soft mud that had collected there from the rain the night before. They panted and gasped, and the ones that could speak the same language did so to each other, trying to make sense of what they were doing. One of them tipped over a trashcan and in their hypersensitive state some of the girls screamed, while others screamed at them to keep them from giving away their location.
"We die!" the French girl spoke these English words to Ming "He bring us back!" her words weren't perfect English , but they were real, and scared.
"You can't go back!" Ming kept her voice down, but still had power in it "They'll kill you now if they find you" she looked at the girl she was holding. She looked so much like Cree that it both scared and angered Ming. This could've been Cree, this could've even been Jade. "You have to trust me! Going back isn't an option!"
Some of the girls looked back and forth like frightened birds into the night, always checking for the hit squad to drag them back to their hell.
The French girl turned to Ming, her green eyes shining at her, showing more strength the she had seen earlier "Okay. We go with you"
Ming had no idea how the hell she was going to move ten girls from this sect of Seattle to a safer place without someone noticing. They weren't your typical school age children. They were dressed for what they were doing, and it would attract attention.
She looked for a way out in the labyrinth of mazes and alleyways of this area of the city. Light from a nearby streetlight illuminated a sign for a Chinese bakery, but one that had another sign on top of it "abandoned" The sector police had shaken down another business because they didn't bribe them enough and now the place stood empty. It was disrespectful to move into a place that had been stolen from someone, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Ming started to run towards the building, stopping a the corner of a fish market a few feet before it to make sure the other girls caught up and understood where they were headed.
This time there was no need for lock picking. Looters had most likely been here before her to raid what was left of the place. The door opened easily, the Venetian blinds slapping against the window that was recessed in it. Ming motioned for all the girls to enter, and they ran like frightened cattle inside the tiny store.
The smell of Chinese pastries filled the air, though it was a stale smell since nothing fresh had been baked here in weeks. The girls crowded around the glass display of breads and dumplings, many with hunger on their faces. Some were so thin that their ribs stuck out in needle like format under their skin. Feeding them took second place to other things back at their brothel.
Ming set down the girl she had brought in, making sure she was stable on her feet before taking out her flashlight and smashing the display case glass. She slid her hand inside the jagged hole she created to pull out the food and distribute it among the girls. They took it like a lifeline and ate so fast that she was sure some of them would throw up.
The child she had brought in accepted her portion of a round tan colored red bean filled flaky pastry, holding it in her hand like it was gold. Her eyes looked to Ming like her savior as she ate the food, but not without it's share of wariness. She had been burned too many times by people offering her a better life with candied treats.
While the girls ate Ming paced around the tiny store constantly on the look out for the men who had chased them down. Her gun was poised in her right hand, ready to be used just in case. Her eyes kept shifting from the girls to the night air that was very calm and still with only the faint sounds of industrial noise echoing off the buildings. The only sound that continued inside was the noises the girls made by gorging themselves on the pastries. The French girl, who Ming still didn't know the name off wiped off her mouth with a gentle swipe of the back of her hand before approaching the older woman. Ming did not notice it before; because it was dark, but the girl's eyes were a very deep blue now, hazel eyes that shifted colors. In her hand was a single bite of pastry she had resisted eating in order to offer it to her.
Ming held up her hand, declining the food "You need it more" she watched the girl's face show some relief, because in actuality she was starving and she went back to the pastry hungrily.
Looking around the small store Ming spied a small metal-framed cot, a tiny fold out table that looked like it had been purchased at a cheap five and dime store. Whoever had lived in this place before they had been cast out had obviously lived in this tiny enclosure; even their shoes remained on the floor next to the metal, small brown loafers with strings on their top portion. The whole set up looked so homey that it was almost cynical considering what they were in here for.
The girls had finished eating, and they sat on the filthy floor in their tiny micro mini dresses, trying in vain to keep the fabric on their ass to keep some semblance of warmth. They placed long tired arms and legs on each other, exhausted down to their very bones.
Ming turned to these girls, they were all younger then her, they could've been so much more then this existence permitted them, they could've been happier. In that moment Ming saw everything her baby had gone through in the past three years. /Oh god, these girls were my baby/
She could see Cree's face inside every one of the girl's eyes, each moment of torture that she went through, and a terrible ache started in her heart, much harder then any physical pain could create.
Ming sat down on that same cot she had spied, placed her head in her hands and cried, her gun clattering to the floor, but she didn't even notice it.
The French slowly picked up the gun with one hand, the metal cool against her palm. Without a word she handed it to Ming, tears in her own eyes. Not a single word had been spoken, yet everything was now out in the open.
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A/N: #2: Okay..first off let me say, sorry if that was kinda spacey, and long overdue and short..i haven't sleep good in the past few months..stress..ick..i've been insomniac, like averaging MAYBE two hours or three a night so it's been affecting my memory my vocabulary..you name it it's done it. I just wanted to get something up so you guys know I'm still alive..it's so hard trying to write well when your sleep deprived for this long, words are hard to come by. I know it's not an excuse, but it's frustrating esp with multitasking.
But enough bitching, I'm trying to gather more thoughts with this fic..had them for months..now have to find them again. Just hope this will be good enough to keep you occupied until I get more posted...but I should really stop complaining..THESE Girls have a real reason to complain right?
oh and CHoices is still alive too...stress..blah blah..i should just shut up and write huh?:)
The Song I used in here was: Only You and Me (Three Doors Down)
Peace
mystic
A/N: Sorry for the looong awaited update...I've been neglecting my guys, plus bogged down with stuff I waited soo long to do at school, plus lack of sleep icky...sorry again
*****
SEATTLE
LADDER 12
Ty sat on his couch with his head in his hands, just there, a being on his furniture. It had been hours since Cree had left his apartment, but the smell of her body still lingered in the air around his whole place.
/My god, what the hell went wrong? Should I have pushed so hard?/ His hands rubbed through his hair vigorously, massaging his whole scalp with fast fingers. Things between him and Cree had been so right for so long, but now, everything seemed to be falling apart. This was not something he couldn't understand, nor did he want too. He just wanted to know where it went wrong.
The relentless ticking of the clock on his fireplace now bugged the hell out of him. It sounded like a sledgehammer pounding non-stop against a slab of hard granite. In an act of pure rage and emotion he stormed off his couch and grabbed the timepiece with a quick hand, throwing it hard against the wall of his apartment where it, in a complete cliché, shattered into a million pieces, or rather actually three large chunks that strewed themselves all over the fake maple boards that made up the floor.
Now there was nothing in the apartment to hear except his own tortured thoughts. He leaned against his fireplace mantle, placing his head in his hands, almost on the verge of tears, but ones that he suppressed. Firemen weren't supposed to cry, not over something this trivial. But with Cree NOTHING was trivial.
Ty's roomie chose at that moment to parade inside the apartment, liquored out of his mind and happier then hell, something Ty did not want to deal with at this moment.
"Hey man, why so down?" he laughed like it was the funniest joke he had ever heard in his entire life. "I got all the juice brotha" he walked a few more staggered steps, overly pleased with his own sense of euphoria to realize that his buddy was in the middle of a crisis of consciousness.
Ty didn't know whether to clock him or ignore him. He wanted to do the later, but when his friend came at him with an empty Coronas bottle, waving it around like a victory flag, Ty launched himself at him like a RPG (rocket propelled grenade) coming out of an armor plated Humvee.
"Man shut the hell up!" he actually bashed him in the head, but with a soft fist, since he didn't want any murder investigations hanging over his head at the present moment "Sell your hooch to someone else" he pushed the bottle away where it toppled with it's tee toddling owner onto the hard floor with a quiet thud.
His companion just lay where he fell, passed out to the world. He remained at Ty's feet like a faithful old hunting dog and only when Ty was sure he was completely zonked in la la land did he take the almost empty bottle of booze from his still hands and downed some of the alcohol.
= = = =
I'm here without you baby,
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl, it's only you and me
= = = =
Ming checked in on her daughter, who had fallen asleep atop the cheap hotel bed covers in her clothes. Her jet-black hair lay strewn at her side in complete disarray and there were faint tracks of tears cried out hours ago on her face.
It all broke her heart, to see her baby so sad. But such was the case of love. She had called Peter at home via a secure cell of course to let him and Jade know that she and Cree were fine. It was so good to hear Peter's voice. Even though Ming was independent, and capable of great things on her own, she never denied the fact that being connected with her man always lifted her spirits and made her feel alive.
She slipped into black leather gloves, sliding them on her hands like they were a second skin she had to be careful not to break and pulled a matching black leather jacket over her body. These clothes along with the dark black sweater made her look like a cat burglar out for a score.
She had wanted to go back to that warehouse she had spotted earlier this morning, but she had gotten back to the hotel to find Cree sitting there, looking lost and crying and all thoughts of everything else flew out the window as she went to comfort her child. But now, Cree seemed better, tired, but she would bounce back from that, and Ming had made a promise to herself to check out that abandoned building. Something wasn't right about it. Rats didn't make the kinds of noises she had heard.
Her shoes barely made any noise as she all but skulked out of the hotel room, pocketing the key card and checking the clip on her service weapon before sliding it into a shoulder holster she had hidden under her jacket. Her switchblade wouldn't cut it tonight if she ran into trouble, hence the reason for the gloves. It was terribly illegal, but so was the crap those bastards were doing to those women.
The night seemed to embrace her as she moved with a fast pace down the mixture of crumbling asphalt and dirt that made up the fallen apart roads of this section of the city. She had deliberately chosen to check into a hotel just a few hundred yards from the warehouse; it would be better to stake out this way and not have to worry about activity going on when she had to sleep.
The metal of the warehouse roof greeted her first and she shinned a large halogen light in a small rectangular window, just for a moment, to get a picture of what she was dealing with. The light clicked off and she set tucked the light back into the belt that made up her police issue waist holster. With one hand she clicked off her gun's safety before walking ahead into the darkness, it was better to be prepared then bleeding out cause you didn't decide to think for that split second.
No noise reached her ears at first, but she still listened for something, waiting for the right moment, or the right noise to spring. Eventually she heard it, a quiet moaning, followed by something else a little more discrete, a rattle, like chains. She followed the noise through the large one roomed area with the dirt floor. Eventually it gave way into a smaller room, no windows, and one tiny lamp on the floor, amidst other things.
"Let her go!" Ming's gun was out at the same time as her mouth
Two figures turned then. The one on top, a skinny man with peach fuzz for brown hair and camo cargo pants over his razor thin legs snapped to her then, like a soldier, but he was no soldier, just a skank with a hang up for rape.
"Who the fuck are you?" he didn't even climb off of the person beneath him, who lay there with large eyes, not saying a word. She only looked to be about fourteen with eyes that were almost black and baby fat still residing in her cheeks. She was naked and he was naked except for his pants with the fly open. There was cum on her body and the smell of semen was putrid in the air.
"Who am I?" Ming was in a rage that this skank had the nerve to ask her who she was when she was the one with the gun. "I'm the house mother you prick and lights out time for these girls happened a long time ago. So I suggest you get your skinny ass off of her before I shoot something that will only make you recall fucking in memories" the aim of her gun from this point was dead on to take away his "advantage"
He was unarmed, and the wind could probably blow him over, but like an idiot he still tried to lunge at Ming. She didn't fall from his attempts to throw her to the ground and instead shoved him back hard by his nuts, which produced her desired results when he gasped like a fish out of water.
Ming was kneeling next to the girl with her legs chained down to the floor. She wasn't even on a mattress, the bolt holders for the chains were locked into cement blocks were secured to the floor.
/Times like this I'm glad I'm a girl/ Ming removed a bobby pin, or rather a lock picking tool, that looked like a bobby pin from her hair and set to work on the chains on the girl's legs. The nifty little device she had gotten off the black market back home worked it's charm and freed the child from her shackles.
She looked deathly afraid, like she would shatter at a single touch. "It's okay" Ming tried to comfort her, but she was frayed at seeing blood on the girl's private areas. To Ming she was Creek during those three missing years. This had been her life, and Ming was only now starting to see what it was really like.
The girl was shaking like a leaf, and still naked. Ming tore off her jacket and slipped it over the chlid's form to give her back some decency. She didn't know if she could walk and she didn't want to take the chance. So Ming scooped up the fifteen-year-old like a small infant and headed towards the first available exit. Footsteps made her turn sharply around, thinking the sleaze had gotten up from her knock down. But what she saw startled her even more. Girls, ten year olds and teenagers like this one were there, ten of them in all, some not even from America because they called out to her in Spanish, Chinese, and French. She only spoke one of these tongues, but she understood them all.
"Let's move!" Ming pointed towards the door, a universal code that everyone could understand. She shifted the girl she was holding and pulled out her weapon. These girls were a high commodity, and whoever brought them here wasn't going to just let them walk out the door.
Yelling came at her next as big burly men with hand guns ran down a stairway hidden behind a section of boxes.
"What the fuck are you doing whore?" the guns went off, but Ming being a cop dodged them all, zig zagging and weaving in and out, keeping the girl's head low so she wouldn't be hit. "This way!" all the girls understood her movements even though they didn't understand her words. They ran out the door, some not even dressed and some so scantly clad that pin up girls would be put out of business. The gunfire continued until Ming reached an alley way with her group. Some of the girls fell into the soft mud that had collected there from the rain the night before. They panted and gasped, and the ones that could speak the same language did so to each other, trying to make sense of what they were doing. One of them tipped over a trashcan and in their hypersensitive state some of the girls screamed, while others screamed at them to keep them from giving away their location.
"We die!" the French girl spoke these English words to Ming "He bring us back!" her words weren't perfect English , but they were real, and scared.
"You can't go back!" Ming kept her voice down, but still had power in it "They'll kill you now if they find you" she looked at the girl she was holding. She looked so much like Cree that it both scared and angered Ming. This could've been Cree, this could've even been Jade. "You have to trust me! Going back isn't an option!"
Some of the girls looked back and forth like frightened birds into the night, always checking for the hit squad to drag them back to their hell.
The French girl turned to Ming, her green eyes shining at her, showing more strength the she had seen earlier "Okay. We go with you"
Ming had no idea how the hell she was going to move ten girls from this sect of Seattle to a safer place without someone noticing. They weren't your typical school age children. They were dressed for what they were doing, and it would attract attention.
She looked for a way out in the labyrinth of mazes and alleyways of this area of the city. Light from a nearby streetlight illuminated a sign for a Chinese bakery, but one that had another sign on top of it "abandoned" The sector police had shaken down another business because they didn't bribe them enough and now the place stood empty. It was disrespectful to move into a place that had been stolen from someone, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Ming started to run towards the building, stopping a the corner of a fish market a few feet before it to make sure the other girls caught up and understood where they were headed.
This time there was no need for lock picking. Looters had most likely been here before her to raid what was left of the place. The door opened easily, the Venetian blinds slapping against the window that was recessed in it. Ming motioned for all the girls to enter, and they ran like frightened cattle inside the tiny store.
The smell of Chinese pastries filled the air, though it was a stale smell since nothing fresh had been baked here in weeks. The girls crowded around the glass display of breads and dumplings, many with hunger on their faces. Some were so thin that their ribs stuck out in needle like format under their skin. Feeding them took second place to other things back at their brothel.
Ming set down the girl she had brought in, making sure she was stable on her feet before taking out her flashlight and smashing the display case glass. She slid her hand inside the jagged hole she created to pull out the food and distribute it among the girls. They took it like a lifeline and ate so fast that she was sure some of them would throw up.
The child she had brought in accepted her portion of a round tan colored red bean filled flaky pastry, holding it in her hand like it was gold. Her eyes looked to Ming like her savior as she ate the food, but not without it's share of wariness. She had been burned too many times by people offering her a better life with candied treats.
While the girls ate Ming paced around the tiny store constantly on the look out for the men who had chased them down. Her gun was poised in her right hand, ready to be used just in case. Her eyes kept shifting from the girls to the night air that was very calm and still with only the faint sounds of industrial noise echoing off the buildings. The only sound that continued inside was the noises the girls made by gorging themselves on the pastries. The French girl, who Ming still didn't know the name off wiped off her mouth with a gentle swipe of the back of her hand before approaching the older woman. Ming did not notice it before; because it was dark, but the girl's eyes were a very deep blue now, hazel eyes that shifted colors. In her hand was a single bite of pastry she had resisted eating in order to offer it to her.
Ming held up her hand, declining the food "You need it more" she watched the girl's face show some relief, because in actuality she was starving and she went back to the pastry hungrily.
Looking around the small store Ming spied a small metal-framed cot, a tiny fold out table that looked like it had been purchased at a cheap five and dime store. Whoever had lived in this place before they had been cast out had obviously lived in this tiny enclosure; even their shoes remained on the floor next to the metal, small brown loafers with strings on their top portion. The whole set up looked so homey that it was almost cynical considering what they were in here for.
The girls had finished eating, and they sat on the filthy floor in their tiny micro mini dresses, trying in vain to keep the fabric on their ass to keep some semblance of warmth. They placed long tired arms and legs on each other, exhausted down to their very bones.
Ming turned to these girls, they were all younger then her, they could've been so much more then this existence permitted them, they could've been happier. In that moment Ming saw everything her baby had gone through in the past three years. /Oh god, these girls were my baby/
She could see Cree's face inside every one of the girl's eyes, each moment of torture that she went through, and a terrible ache started in her heart, much harder then any physical pain could create.
Ming sat down on that same cot she had spied, placed her head in her hands and cried, her gun clattering to the floor, but she didn't even notice it.
The French slowly picked up the gun with one hand, the metal cool against her palm. Without a word she handed it to Ming, tears in her own eyes. Not a single word had been spoken, yet everything was now out in the open.
*****
A/N: #2: Okay..first off let me say, sorry if that was kinda spacey, and long overdue and short..i haven't sleep good in the past few months..stress..ick..i've been insomniac, like averaging MAYBE two hours or three a night so it's been affecting my memory my vocabulary..you name it it's done it. I just wanted to get something up so you guys know I'm still alive..it's so hard trying to write well when your sleep deprived for this long, words are hard to come by. I know it's not an excuse, but it's frustrating esp with multitasking.
But enough bitching, I'm trying to gather more thoughts with this fic..had them for months..now have to find them again. Just hope this will be good enough to keep you occupied until I get more posted...but I should really stop complaining..THESE Girls have a real reason to complain right?
oh and CHoices is still alive too...stress..blah blah..i should just shut up and write huh?:)
The Song I used in here was: Only You and Me (Three Doors Down)
Peace
mystic