Hey,

Here's the newest 3 chapters of the Narnia stories. A special treat for waiting this long, I'm very sorry. I forgot to update this story. And I had inspiration. This goes one where the last part took off. I also want to note out there was a mistake in the time canon. I referred to Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer who were not know yet in their times. So I'm sorry for that mistake. From this time one, I'll be referring to Judy Garland, who was known during those years. The wizard off oz, came out in 1939. So I'm very sorry for that mistake. I also want to thank mae-E, who gave me Susan's Doll name Sigma. And who gave me some cool ideas. Thank you, you made this story so much more fun for me to write. And thank you for telling me about the two different timings. I almost forgot that. So here are the two chapters. You can review, I love your review. Leave any tips, I will use them.

So enjoy,

TempeGeller (Ellen)

2. The doll in the dollhouse

1941,London

Susan put down the phone. She didn't know if she in fact made the right decision. Maybe this was not such a smart thing to do. She wasn't thinking clear. Perhaps she was not even making sense to herself. What did they do to this people? Would they take away the pain for 5 years, or would they take her away?

The man on the phone had been nice. He seemed happy that she was doing this? Why did they even call it dollhouse? I mean 'dollhouse' made her think about her childhood. She used to have this big Italian house. That was about as big as she used to be. 'About a meter'. It had carpet on the floors and the furniture used to be in the style of the old Romans. Her dolls lived there, but Susan was never just a nice girl. She used to color Lucy's dolls in various couloirs, and throw them out of the window. That was she used to do. Later the dollhouse disappeared. She wouldn't even look at it anymore. All of the sudden she was too "old" for it. And she refused to play with Lucy and her dolls.

The dollhouse was just a small place, but she loved it. That is was where she was sitting right now, thinking. Susan wanted to tell Lucy about her idea. But Lucy would just change her mind. And she didn't want her mind to be changed. She wanted to got to the dollhouse. And she wanted to forgot everything that had to do with Narnia. She looked at the date she noted, there as an hour next to it. It was today, just in a couple of hours. She insisted that the date would be today. She also insisted that the procedure would happen today; And not tomorrow. She didn't want to be in pain one more day. The idea about no more pain made her happy. It made her feel safe. Finally this damn prince Caspian would leave her mind.

"Susan" She heard he r sister in the distant. Her voice was coming closer. Susan felt her headache .She felt her stomach turn a little. And that was when Lucy appeared up the stairs . She was wearing her school uniform. Lucy like to wear it , and most of the time she kept it on when she was at home. She was standing right beside her .

"How are you?" Her eyes were on her. "I mean you were out late , and you seemed drunk when you got home. Su, what is going on with you?"

"I had one beer , Lu." Susan didn't want to explain herself to her small sister. I needed it. I needed a drunk. Me and some friends went for a beer."

"You and Maud, your fake friend, I believe." Lucy looked at her. "We got to the same school, and I know there is no Maud Saunders at our school.".

" Not true!" Susan turned away from her. "Her name was Claire Anderson. And she transferred about 6 months ago. I was out with other friends. "

"I know you wanted to get out ." Lucy watched her sister. "But I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I love you, Edmund and Peter love you too. Please be careful."

"Lucy." Susan putted her hand on her back. "I will be okay. Soon…."

And she would be okay, if she was in the dollhouse. She would not hurt anymore, and she would call Lucy from there. Telling her that she was infect okay. She was very sure they would let her call her family.

Lucy watched her face for a second, then she disappeared. Susan opened the box that was standing in front off her. There were pictures off her and Lucy. And the other Pevensie in Narnia. There were even more pictures off Caspian, smiling. And a very unique picture of Aslan, Lucy had taken it, when he wasn't looking. She closed the box. Labeling it Narnia. She put it in this dollhouse, next to the bed room. In a secret compartment. When they were younger they used to put candy there. Now she was hiding some of her memories there.

She once again watched her hand, there was no address. They said they would meet her at the station. Susan hesitated and pushed the dollhouse once again the wall. Slowly she leaned against the wall.

At 2 she got on her bike, heading for the station. They said they would meet her there. Susan didn't understand why she couldn't just meet her at the dollhouse, or whatever it was called. Was it such a secret? Why didn't they want to keep it a secret? Were they doing something illegal. Or was everything they were doing illegal. Probably not, probably they didn't want people to come there. She looked around, the trees seemed peaceful. Everything in the environment was staring at her. Or it looked like it. She got off her bike, the train to some place had left the station. she turned around, I saw Lucy. Standing there, 'she had followed me. Off course, she had followed me.' Susan thoughts were going wild. Not sure of her decision anymore.

A car stopped at the station. Susan stared at the car, still seeing Lucy. She had a bad feeling about this, but the pain in the pit of the smooch was much worst. The men were wore black suits, they were acting strange. Very strange.

"Please get in." So Susan did. She got in the car. When she looked behind, she still saw Lucy. Running behind the car. Yelling at her. She could her. "Get out of the car" Lucy kept yelling it. But she didn't hear it anymore. She didn't want to hear it anymore. She would call her, when she got her first 'treatment' (that's what they called it. She would call Lucy and the other Pevensies, and tell her that she was okay. Tell them that she was just fine.

"Are you okay?" The man asked. She didn't want to respond to that. She didn't feel that responding to that would be a good idea. She just wanted to get this over with. They stopped in front of a garage dour, which opened. A big building was standing in front of them. She looked up, this was the biggest building in London. She knew exactly which building this was. Now she felt insecure about her choice. She didn't know if she was in fact the right thing. She got out of the van, slowly she walked in the direction of an elevator.

'wait a minute ' The dollhouse was in this building. How could she not have found this place. It was very hard to miss. They didn't seems like a secret origination. She got in the elevator, expecting to rise up. To the higher floor. Instead the elevator went down. This made her believe that the dollhouse was underground. Why would that be? It took a while before the doors opened.

The place was peaceful. There was a small pound, a little bridge went across. In the distance she could see a little sign reading pool. There ware little art works, they looked like they were made by children. And maybe they were made by small children. Maybe they were made by people who were really bad artist. Or maybe Picasso. She could see people, walking around. Like zombies.

"Here you will spend every moment of your time." The man said

"What's wrong with those people?" Susan asked. It seemed like they didn't know anything.

"They have grown inner peace" Susan watched the man. She found it hard to believe. Inner peace "This is what we want."

"What is it that the dollhouse does?" Susan asked "I mean what will I do in the fiver years I'm with the dollhouse?"

"The dollhouse helps people all over the world." The man replied "It's like joining the army. You are going to help people who need the help. I mean really need the help?"

"Will I be me?" Susan asked wanting to get a true answer.

"More so." The man replied. He had a mean smile on his face, but he didn't have any bad intentions. At least that is what she believed. "You will be every part of yourself. You won't need to carry the pain inside of you anymore. You will be like a child innocent."

A quick tour ended in a small office. She was reading the contract, she felt that something was wrong. She felt it in her gut. But nothing seemed wrong with the contract right in front of her. At the same time she felt like she was signing her sour away. And maybe she as. Yet she would swift her soul to get away the pain. She slowly signed the contract. After that they brought her to a room, in the room there was a chair. And a large object. It looked like a computer, but it didn't make her trust it. Susan tried to convince herself to get out. And to rung. But she didn't find the way to do it.

The man got a hold of her. He grabbed her wrist, bruising it. Susan felt pain. Now she saw everything for what it really was. The dollhouse was a secret organization that took away everything; Now she finally saw everything that she didn't want to see. That zombies, children's innocence. They wouldn't take away the pain. They were going to take away even more. They were going to take away everything that made her Susan. They were going to reduce her to an empty box, where they could put any person in. And she wouldn't let them. She wouldn't let them take Susan Pevensie away.

"What are you going to do?" Susan refused to get in the chair. Now she saw the large object above it. And her ideas got stronger. Susan convinced herself to get out. And that is what she did. She tried to run to the other side of the room.

"Let me go!" Susan yelled "I didn't sing in for this. I didn't sing in to get my personality removed."

"That's exactly what you signed in for" The man reacted "How did you think we were going to take the pain away?"

The man once again got a hold of her wrist. Her tried to force her in the chair, but she kept screaming and kicking. To get away, this dollhouse was bad. And she still knew it. She wanted to get out. To get away. The man grabbed her around the waist. She tried to kick him, but the man didn't seem to react.

The man grabbed a syringe. He smashed it down her skin. Slowly everything started spinning. Her visions turned black. And she fell. Everything she ever saw, flashed in her mind. Everything about Narnia, her childhood and Caspian. It hurt, like hell. Even more she had in the past few day. The few memories she loved despaired. Lucy, her little sister left her mind. With Aslan, Caspian, and her two loved brothers. Everything left her mind.

The man watched her. He had bruised all over his skin. Places where this girl had kicked him. The truth was that it didn't hurt at all. He had seen worst. This was the normal process. Most of the time they would get people who were in jail. And they loved to exchange their jail time for this. This girl however had subjected her, herself. He admitted that he wasn't straight wit her. He didn't tell her about taking away the personality. Or the missions. And even not about imprinting with

The man place the unconscious girl in the chair. Slowly turning the machines on. And slowly trying to put in to. Her heart her awake for a brief moment. The 5 hour process always seemed to take longer. The first time was the worst. It took the longest. To take those memories away, She wasn't the first one he had to push in that chair. They were liars in some places. Not here, here they were professors, experts. Not the cruel bustards they really were. The girl in front off them was still screaming. And the scream would still be heart in about 4 hours. Less then now. They looked at each other like they could care less.

"She's a minor." The man behind her reacted. He was watching her id. Neither of them knew that. Minors couldn't sing anything, they could not make this decision "Did you know that?"

"It doesn't matter." Than man reacted. Like one the bustards he was. He didn't care, they needed this doll. More like any other thing. "She's going to be a great doll. I mean she's cute. And she totally looks 18."

After the 5 hour process Susan got up, she didn't seem like herself. Her vision was blank and her eyes were open.

'Did I feel asleep?"

'Just for a while." The man watched her.

"Can I go now?"

"If you like."

Lucy was standing there, her sister had gotten in a car with someone. Someone they didn't know. Or she didn't know was a better. Did Susan knew them? Susan looked quiet secure about eh people she was leaving with. But she didn't have an idea. What was she suppose to say? Did she need to tell Peter or Edmund? Did she need to call the police? Or where they Susan's fake Real friends. She wanted to call everyone for help.

She got on her bike, and headed home. She was hoping that Susan would be waiting for her right there. She wanted to ask help, maybe even help from Narnia. Would Aslan help her find Susan, then she released she couldn't find away to contact them. She entered the house, there was no sign of Susan, it was like she hadn't even come home. That was not that strange. It was about 2 pm at a Saturday. Edmund was sitting on that cough. He could his sister worrying. Why he did not know??

"Lucy what's the matter?"

"It's Susan, I saw her get in a car." Lucy's eyes didn't even describe the feeling she was having. "I screamed, to get out of the car. They were weird types. They looked like they were up to no good."

"Do you think they kidnapped her?" Susan was standing next to him now.

"I believe so."

"We will wait" Peter replied "If she hasn't come home tomorrow, we will make the call. Lucy, maybe it were her friend."

"Wairing black suits." Lucy looked at him. "I don't think so."