Chapter 2 Don't look back
Misty
She turned the key in order to let herself in the back door. She didn't want her father knowing she missed the bus and if he was in a battle she might be able to get away with it. She shut the door quietly and turned to see her father sitting in the kitchen waiting for her.
"Why didn't you go home on the bus?" He asked her obviously in a bad mood.
"I missed it…" She said softly looking down to her old mud splattered shoes.
"This is the second time today you've messed up and this time I'm not going to let it slip." He said standing pulling out his belt and grabbing hold of her wrist so she couldn't get away. He tugged her upstairs into her room which was small and had a few unexplained blood stains on the walls. He forced her against the wall with his left arm pinning her at the neck. She whimpered in fear and pain as he brought the belt buckle down against her back drawing blood. He pulled her back and tore off her shirt to make for maximum damage.
"Two lashes for two bad deeds and one more for good measure." He said darkly as he pinned her back and whipped her two more times.
"No dinner for you and you better not be late for breakfast." He said locking her in her room to bleed.
She fell to the floor and cried. She lie sobbing for some time, still topless letting the blood on her back drip onto the carpet. Slowly she calmed down and she pulled on her shirt. From her pocket she drew the address Flame had given her.
14253 SW Gorsier St.
Cerulean 97897
The old red mill building on the corner can't miss it. Knock three times pause and knock twice again. Ill let you in.
-Flame A. of the Sisterhood
From that misty knew what she was going to do, she would run away. She quietly packed as many of her belongings as she could into a duffle bag. She looked out her window to see that it was a two foot drop to the ground. She maybe on the second story but the gym was built into a hill. She tossed the duffle out the window and followed it. She had a jacket on hiding the blood as she creped to the side of town she wasn't all that familiar with. She approached the train tracks and saw a familiar face, Flame stood cloak and all before her.
"Are you an angel?" Misty asked with tears in her eyes.
"No, though a few call me the saint of the streets." Flame said her eyes once stone cold now warm and welcoming. She tossed Misty a blue bundle. Misty unwrapped it to find it to be a cloak much like Flame's accept blue and smaller.
"Come on, let's get you inside." Flame said once Misty had gotten the cloak on. Flame led her though the streets to the old red mill house. She tapped on the door, first three times then paused then two more times and it was opened by a smaller boy probably about Misty's age about to go through his growth spurt.
"Ash can you take Misty to the infirmary she has some bad cuts on her back." Flame asked the boy.
"Flame, Rhiannon isn't back from her job for another hour." He said back.
"Ok, you are going to get your first Aid lesson now, your going to help me with her." Flame said taking Misty and Ash to a room in the back which was probably used for an office before The Sisterhood took over the building.
"I hope you don't mind Ash, He does anything you don't like and I can send him out." Flame said softly as she closed the door. Misty nodded and pulled off the cloak and then the jacket. Her shirt was soaked through with blood and she gingerly pulled off her shirt. The three long lashes running horizontally across her back were barely bleeding now.
"Ok Ash, use the wash cloth to clean around the wounds but not the actual wounds." Flame said. She was sitting in front of Misty facing her while Ash sat behind her cleaning off the blood. The warm water felt good on her back and Misty relaxed a bit.
"Tell me if something hurts." Ash said softly brushing some of Misty's short red hair on to her shoulder. Her bra straps remained on her back and were red from absorbing her blood. Ash gently unhooked them and let them fall to the side so he could clean under them ((He's behind her pervs)). Once he finished cleaning her back Flame took over. She gave Misty a blanket to cover her front so Ash could take over comforting her. He took her hands in his allowing her to squeeze them when Flame disinfected the wounds. Tear fell from her eyes and she leaned into his shoulder the blanket almost fell off.
"Shh… It's ok now. You're safe here." Ash said softly breathing into her hair. Once Flame finished cleaning Misty's wounds she covered them with gauze. Misty still clung to Ash like a wet sweater two sizes to small.
"I have to bandage you now; do you want Ash to leave?" Flame asked. Misty shook her head which was still on Ash for support. Flame removed the blanket and wrapped Misty in the bandage.
"There all done, you should probably rest for a while now. Ok?" She asked softly. Misty stood her chest and shoulders were wrapped with white bandages. She slipped the cloak back on; her face was red from crying. Ash stood next to her barely an inch taller.
"We don't have any more room at the moment so if you're comfortable with it you can share Ash's room. If not I can move my sister to Ash's room and you can stay with me." Flame said softly. "There's bunk beds is Ash's room so you wouldn't be sleeping with him or anything." Flame finished.
"I guess I'm ok with that." Misty said weakly. Ash smiled at her and spoke.
"You should get some rest I'll take you to our room." He said guiding her to the door. He led her to his room down the hall pointing out the rest room on the way. He pulled open another office door.
Mr. Ashton Ketchem Senior, Vice President
Was written in bold gold writing which looked like He had tried to scrape it off. The glass was the kind that they used in shower doors so no one could see in but could see the basic outline of objects within the room. Inside were one set of bunk beds, a card board box filled with clothing and another box that was empty.
"Top bunk is yours unless your afraid of heights, then I can move my stuff from the bottom." Ash said tossing a blanket to the top bunk.
"Thanks." Misty said softly as she climbed up to the top. She nestled down into the old mattress and lay on her side.
"What's Flame like?" She asked randomly to Ash who was stuffing his clothes into the box so he could shut it.
"Which side of Flame? Theo thinks she's schizophrenic." Ash answered grinning.
"I don't know… Is she schizophrenic?" She asked.
"Not sure how that's possible considering she's physic. Flames something else, she's been through a lot as have most of us." Ash said now laying on the bottom bunk.
"Did she start the Sisterhood?" Misty asked.
"Yeah, just after our folks died. The building was abandon and the lot is 'hunted' so they worn bulldoze it and we have lived here with as many orphans as we can gather since. We all try to get jobs and work so we can buy food. We don't steal." Ash said. Misty could hear the tears in his voice from years of sadness all derived form one day.
"Flame has always been the one who had to be strong for us, I mean from the start she was my shoulder to cry on even though I knew she needed a place to lay her tears too. She still hasn't cried for them, she holds it in that's why she's so cold to outsiders." Ash said before Misty herd a muffled sob.
"Are you ok?" She asked softly. She carefully crept down from the bunk to see Ash close his eyes to sleep. She smiled softly and went back to sleep herself.