Chapter Three...
Mathilda held the hands of Toad and Hallie. They stood on a sidewalk boardering the buisy streets of New York, Mathilda trying to hail down a damn taxi. Really and truthfully, Mathilda didn't know where she'd go. She found around two or three thousand dollars that Mrs. Fiengull kept around the house, for emergencies and her life savings and trip savings, etcetera. But Mrs. Fiengull was dead now, not that it was a sad thing, and the money was up for the taking. Mrs. Fiengull had no family or friends--the latter was a definate--and so where would the money go? Charity? Ha! Mathilda could have only wished! Probably towards the expensive dress Mrs. Fiengull would have wanted to be buried in or the expensive Gucci handbag she would want at her side. It was sad that Mrs. Fiengull didn't even know what was coming at her when she died--her life that day had been so happy. She was eating her famous chocolate cake for God's sake. And all of a sudden, with one fire of the pistol and a hole through her chest, Mrs. Fiengull lay dead on the floor of her orphanage. Not that it was there anymore. With a grenade she had found on the body of Tom--or was it Gaston?---Mathilda blew up the house, setting the children, the killers, and Mrs. Fiengull's body to flames.
What Mathilda didn't realize is that some of the children were still alive when she pulled the trigger and threw it into the house. They had burned to death. Mathilda couldn't have known and, anyway, she had done all she could to just save two children, rather than trying the impossible to save twenty or so. Mathilda finally saw a yellow taxi cab slow down, but, before she could reach it, a tall woman in a fur coat with several shopping bags and her hair up in curlers screamed at the frantic children that this was her taxi, that she had called for it already. Mathilda angrily released her grip on the two children and charged at the woman. She took one of the daggers from inside her coat, which used to belong to Gaston, and held it up to the woman's back. "I have waited nearly an hour for a cab. You will step back and call for another one. This is ours."
The woman, who's name was Mrs. Geraldine Feinz-Hanson-Schwartz-Johnson-Reginald angrily slit her two eyes towards the young girl and backed away. "Little ho-bo," she said under her breath. "You'll get what's coming to you." Mathilda smiled at her, an evil childlike grin, and began to help the small children into the car. That was when Mrs. Geraldine Feinz-Hanson-Schwartz-Johnson-Reginald quickly ran back into the store that she had been shopping in and said: "That kid threatened to cut my throat! She's got a damned dagger!" Obviously she was one of the valued customers, because, otherwise, the security officers would have done nothing. Instead they ran outside with their guns raised and began to look around.
Unfortunately, for them, the cab had already sped off down the street
Mathilda sat beside Hallie and Toad. They were hustling and bustling, excitment and happiness filled the car. Toad was screaming at the top of his lungs, "Old MacDonald had a farm--"
"Um, I want to eat there--at McDonald's!" screamed Hallie. "Yum!"
Mathilda rolled her eyes and began to search through her coat pockets. Gaston was a very tidy man. All the money he kept with him--she found around three or four thousand dollars--was kept in neat envelopes, with the amount written on the outside. Mathilda also found something else. A folded sheet of paper with a number written on it--it appeared to be a phone number, but, when Mathilda looked closer, she saw tiny words written under the numbers. "Sir," she said, glancing at the paper. She handed it to the taxi driver. "Are there any hotels near here?"
The taxi driver examined the sheet then nodded. "Yes. Are you looking for something cheap or expensive?"
Mathilda smiled to herself. "Expensive. Very expensive."
They had reached the hotel and Mathilda had opened the door to the taxi cab. Hallie and Toad had begun to pile out. She reached in her pocket for one of the envelopes and looked for a twenty to pay the man. That was when the taxi driver spotted how much money she had on her. He waited until she began to hand him the twenty and held up the knife. He smiled and said, "Shut the door." Mathilda, fearful--he was holding the knife up to her neck, looked at Toad and Hallie and told them to stay put. She shut the door and watched as he drove around the corner.
Grabbing a condom, the taxi driver locked the doors, unzipped his pants, and slid it onto his dick. Mathilda squirmed in her seat. She knew what was going to happen. The taxi driver wanted to have sex with her but--Mathilda didn't. He grabbed her and pulled himself in the back seat and began to undress himself. That was when she got her chance. She reached for her gun, which was in her coat, and held it up to his head. "You will let me go," she said.
That was when he went to grab her. Mathilda immidiately elbowed him in the mouth then kicked his arm away. She grabbed a knife and shoved it into his side. "I said," Mathilda was very impatient, "'You will let me go.'"
Mathilda climbed out of the car and, still a little shocked at what had happened, walked down the alley. Her first confrontation with the big city alone. Mathilda turned the corner and began to walk towards where Hallie and Toad stood. They were crying. "What happened to you?" cried Hallie.
"Nothing," said Mathilda, taking the two into her arms. "Nothing will happen."
And they turned and began to climb the steps up to the hotel.