Chapter Five, More About the Past,
Linette walked down the long hall ways. She wore knee high black boots, red fishnets, and a black mini skirt to the middle of her thighs, with a red belly-top with the words Missy Attitudes written in the front with silver that showed off her bellybutton piercing, with a black jacket to the mid-way to finish it. She had on a silver necklace with the words, 'beautiful' dangling from it she had always worn that neck lace, and silver hoops to match the letterings of her shirt with a red hair-tie, which tied her waist long black hair with silver streaks dipped at the ends her green eyes were intense as ever with black long lashes on top of it, with full red lips to finish it.
She gripped her beyblade, Tyronica, weird name, but in meant battle so it was suitable for one of the abbey's students. She continued down the halls. Her high-heels made a click-clacking sound against the hard-metal floor. The cells were near she knew the ways of the abbey perfectly. It was near midnight some of the window on the high ceilings showed moonlight through the window giving her a little bit of light.
She wondered what she was doing. She knew if she was caught meddling with the prisoners she'd also have dire consequences. Though she knew this thoroughly something drew her back. 'It's not too late to turn back now.' She told her self. She wished to stop but her body and legs had a mind of its own. 'Why am I doing this?' She asked her self yet again.
Then she reached the cell. She saw a bunch of teenagers huddled together to keep warmth. She could see one was already beaten up, that must be the Scottish blader, Jonathan McGregor. She saw the whole thing of Boris and him. Then there were the demolition boys, Tala, Ian, Spencer, and Bryan. The lilac haired teen was reaching out to her she just didn't know why. She knew the abbey would soon close down thanks to the B.B.A and they were to go down with them. Boris and Voltaire would soon kill off a bunch of them and she knew she'll be one of them. She meant nothing to them just their 'whore.' It's not like she wished for that role in life.
She touched the metal bar slowly and watched with sad eyes. There was something missing in the puzzle of her mind. Something. What was it though? A face or perhaps faces. What was it though? She thought this clearly through something was missing that she was sure of. And the two toned bluenette she was sure she saw him somewhere before. She breathed softly and watched them through the bars. Something was pulling at her heartstrings dearly. Suddenly, a yawn was heard and one of them was awaken.
It was the two toned bluenette she had admired earlier. She quickly hid. The wall supported her back and she sighed slowly. Waiting till he had fallen asleep she sneaked one glance at them again and then turned and ran to her own room.
She closed the door behind her and slid down. Something was up, she knew it. Something was. She closed her eyes then she opened them wide. Flashbacks were playing every time she closed her eyes.
Flashback.
A younger Linette walked the abbey's halls with torn and dirty clothing. She crawled to a younger boy with lilac locks, and pupils that matched his eyes. He also wore ragged, old clothes. Scars were on his face as was hers.
"What's going to happen to us?"
"I don't know."
"We'll never be separated right?"
"I'll never let that happen!"
"You promise?"
"Uh huh. I'll always look after you. It's my job to I'm not your older brother for nothing!" The boy yelled protectively.
"Good. Cause I'd be lost if it wasn't for you. I'm glad I have a big brother." The girl said whispering resting her head on his shoulder.
"Here I wanted to give this to you." He took out a silver necklace with the words beautiful dangling from it.
"Thank you!" She yelled clutching the little boy.
Flashback ends.
She clutched the necklace and looked at it with heavy, thick breaths. It was the same necklace from the flashback. 'What's going on?' She thought. Who was that little girl? W…w….was it me? Biting her nails she shuddered. She was so confused. Did she always have an older brother? And if she did who was he?
Everything was going wrong since the Russian tournament. Since their home team had lost! Why had they lost! If they hadn't lost she wouldn't be hurting so bad like this! Basically ripping out her hair she sat down on her bedroom floor and softly cried something she never did for as long as she could remember.
"What's wrong with me?" She asked her self aloud. She walked into her terrible bathroom and washed her face with cold water. And collapsed on her bed she really was so tired. She hated living like this. Voltaire and Boris were the worst bosses for life.
She was supposed to work at a little club that was hidden in the depths of the abbey. Illegal clubs were held. She was sort of a prostitute. Except she didn't let people have a go at her but of course they forced her. She did beyblade but rarely. She was like an assistant that Voltaire tried to have a go with. He did once but barely succeeded. Of course she had made friends working there. They too were forced to work. One of her best friends, Valerie claims to be Spencer's sister. The big blond she had saw in the cells earlier. She said she's sure that he remembers her.
As she thought of that lilac haired boy she fell asleep. She snuggled in the thin blanket and fell into deep sleep.
The alarm bell rang big time. Startling her. It was the wake up bell. Sighing she awoke. She did her regular day routine, brush her teeth, wash her face, comb her hair, get dressed and leave.
After about ten minutes she was done except the dressing part. She couldn't wear what she had worn to sleep, so she got up and went to the closet and took out a jet black skin tight mini, with the same black boots, a black bra with a thick fish-netted top. She still kept that necklace on though. She tied her hair up and put on the same silver hoops and walked out.
With the click-clacking of her heels down the hall way woke the others up. Rubbing their eyes they yawned and took a look at the girl that was walking in front of them. Enrique did a wolf whistle.
"Man never saw such a hot chick! She's smoking baby!" Enrique said nuzzling Johnny.
"Ow…dude don't touch me! Everything hurts right now! I told you this before!" Johnny snapped.
"Sorry dude." Enrique said. Linette just ignored this and walked on. Bryan's eyes flashed as he gazed at the silver necklace dangling on her neck. Surprised by this he almost showed emotion. Then ignoring this he went back to lying down and closing his eyes. Inside his mind was racing with questions and searching for answers.
With Linette.
"Hey Valerie." Linette said walking in.
"Linette, Master Voltaire would like to see you now." Valerie said gritting her teeth at the master part.
"Why?" Linette asked.
"I don't know but he seemed pretty mad." Valerie said.
"Okay I'll see you later." Valerie nodded and went back to filling the drinks. Voltaire was expecting another Russian mafia. Linette walked down to Voltaire's office sighing. She knew that it had to be important. Hopefully she wasn't caught. Linette knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A rough voice asked.
"It's me sir," Linette said as she opened the door a smoke full of cigars were thrown into her face making her cough.
"I see, Linette were you anywhere near the cells yesterday?" Voltaire with a lot of mocking and question in his voice. "Well, were you?"
"Uh, no sir why would I be there? There nothing but filth." Linette said gritting her teeth.
"Hmm….I'm surprised that you'd call your own flesh and blood filth Linette." Voltaire said smirking.
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