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First Published: 08 June 2015

Founder's Day
by Isabella

Story Code: sci-fi, Incest, Impregnation, Ped

It was Founder's day in Benton Pa, a local holiday, a day for parties, parades and usually light hearted demonstrations and all to celebrate the anniversary of the founding of the town by Copeland Benton in eighteen-seventy. It was a hot summer's day and most of the town's folk were out in the park in front of City Hall to take part or to just watch the festivities and soak up the town's culture. Helen Redman had taken her eleven year old daughter Elle to the park, partly for the party atmosphere but also because eight of the students from Elle's school were demonstrating against the number of times cabbage was served in the school cafeteria, just one of many light hearted demonstrations taking part around the park. Helen thought it was a good way to introduce her young daughter to the democratic process.

Helen stopped to watch a group of war veterans perform a demonstration of close order drill, later in the day they were going to present a flag to the City that had flown over their camp in Afghanistan, the flag would be flown over City Hall for a week and then would be hung in a display cabinet in the local museum.

Elle spotted that one of the old soldiers had dropped something from his webbing pack and pulled her hand from her mother's to retrieve it, Elle wasn't half way to the fallen object when she heard a strange noise, a kind of 'Ping-ziiiip' sound, Elle froze momentarily, then she screamed out, "Grenade - get down" as she turned and threw herself towards her mother.

Elle caught Helen across her chest and both fell to the grass, Elle jerked her body so that her chest was covering her mother's face, Elle's palms were over her ears and her fingers locked behind her head and her forehead buried hard into the grass.

There was a bright flash followed a fraction of a second later by a loud bang and a shockwave that lifted Elle slightly and moved her little body further across her mother's face, a cone of fire and sharp steel fragments leaped up from a single point on the ground where the veterans had been performing a 'Present Arms' drill just a second before Elle's loud warning shout.

Helen reacted as soon as her body would allow her to, she pressed her hands up against Elle's chest and lifted her off of her face, before Helen could open her mouth Elle said, Are you okay Helen?"

As Helen moved her daughter she winced in pain and Helen spotted blood on the side of her daughter's white summer dress. Helen began screaming for help but Elle placed her palm over her mother's mouth, "Helen, let the corpsman deal with the vets first, I'm not hurt real bad, I can wait for triage."

Helen couldn't believe her ears, a drip of blood fell from her daughter, down onto her own white dress but Elle was still insistent that she wasn't hurting and that she could wait for treatment. An hour later, but to Helen it seemed like a day, Elle and she were sitting on a park bench wrapped in hospital blankets with Sheriff Dobson standing over them, notebook in hand, "Your daughter will be in the next ambulance Mrs. Redman, I need to ask her a few questions, so far five of the veterans claim that they owe their lives to your daughter's warning, how did you know it was a hand grenade miss?"

Elle was just sitting there, like any other eleven year old girl would, her feet swinging back and forth under the bench in the summer sunshine, the difference was that eleven year old girls didn't usually have their dresses plastered to their sides by a sheen of blood.

"I recognised the sound of the spoon release, it's distinctive on an Old Russian mark three fragmentation grenade, I knew I only had about four seconds to get Helen to safety but I had to warn the guys as well."

Sheriff Dobson stopped writing and lowered his notebook, "How do you know that triggering arm is called a spoon and how could you know it was the distinctive sound of a Russian grenade?"

Elle just shrugged her shoulder, "I just know."

Sheriff Dobson raised his radio mike to his mouth, "Dobson here, the mother and daughter will be on the next ambulance to St. Stephens, I've got to go with them, I'm going to need to ask more questions, can you send some back up to the hospital for me, tell the feds that they might like to come along too."

Helen was totally unhurt, well, apart from the fact that her body had been pummelled by the shockwave from the blast but compared to other people wandering around the park with bandages wrapped loosely around open wounds as they waited for a lift to the hospital Helen felt that she should have been left until last, granted Elle was a higher priority but the ambulance that took Elle could have taken three other wounded people instead of her and the sheriff.

Helen paced up and down as Elle's dress was cut away and a small sliver of steel was removed from her shoulder, Helen was amazed at just how much blood could have come from such a tiny sliver of metal. A single butterfly closure was used to close her wound and a gauze pad applied over it to keep it clean and mop up any leakage.

Helen and Elle were moved into a side ward so that they could be together and the police could question Elle with more privacy. Elle was asked how she knew a grenade had been thrown into the group of war veterans.

"Can I have a sheet of paper and a pencil please?"

Elle was handed an A-three sheet of paper, it was actually a medical records sheet with a blank back, Elle started scribbling on the paper with the pencil, she didn't even look like she was looking at what she was doing, she was mostly looking up at the sheriff as her hand was busy.

As Elle started talking a large man wearing a dark suit with a coil of wire from his ear, leading down through the neck of his white shirt walked into the room and stood by the sheriff's side. "I can't explain how I know it was an Old Russian mark three frag but I heard the sound of the spoon deploying and I looked in the direction of the sound and this is what I saw."

Elle handed the drawing over to the sheriff and after he looked at it he passed it over to the 'G-man' who had just joined them, Helen looked over the large man's arm, the drawing looked almost like a photograph of a hand grenade, well, not what Helen knew of as a hand grenade, there were no deep groves crossing over the round metallic surface that gave a hand grenade its usual nickname of pineapple. Elle had drawn the device using a differential shading technique, she had left areas of the body of the grenade uncoloured, Helen could actually read lettering in the white areas. Then Helen gasped, there was what looked like a grey smudge at the bottom of the page and again, within the smudge some had been left white and that area spelled out 'FDR' but it looked like the letters had been painted by white paint on a fine paintbrush.

"What is it Mrs Redman?"

"Well, apart from the fact that my daughter can't draw, the bottom of the page, that's exactly how my father used to sign his paintings."

"What, the 'FDR'?"

"Yes, my father was Francis David Redman."

Helen was taken to one side while the sheriff was still talking to Elle, he had given her a full pad of recording charts and as he spoke to her Elle was rapidly drawing pictures. "It could be that she's so used to seeing her grandfather's signature on his paintings that she just assumes that every painting has to have 'FDR' at the bottom."

"You don't understand; my father's paintings and drawings aren't the kind of thing you'd show a child!"

"How much contact did Elle have with her grandfather?"

"I took her to the hospital where he died when she was just a few days old, my father was a war artist, he survived Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm and a dozen other conflicts and was killed by a drunken driver while crossing the road, actually, we were standing roughly where they put my father to wait for the ambulance to take him on his last ride."

"She must have seen some of his work; it's the only reasonable answer."

Elle finished a fourth drawing and said, "I think these three men were standing closest to where I heard the spoon fly away from frag."

The 'G-man' picked up the three new drawings, "Hey, these are very good, I've seen this man in the clinic on Elm Street, he was having a metal splinter removed from his leg, the other two, they could have something to do with throwing the grenade."

The drawings, like the one of the hand grenade were almost photo-quality; Helen had seen worse pictures taken by amatures on low-end cameras before. There was now a conference just beyond the curtains that separated the Redman's bay from the rest of the ward, Helen was trying to listen to what was being said, the 'G-man' was sure that Elle's drawings were good enough for his people to be able to match to their database of known terrorists and dissidents, if they were known to the bureau they would be named soon.

The thing that was stopping Helen hearing more clearly was the constant sound of Elle's pencil scratching on paper. Helen went to her daughter's side, Elle was giggling, "Look mummy, it's you!"

Helen gasped when she saw the drawing her daughter had just finished, it was her, of that there was no mistake but a picture of Helen when she was six years old, she was lying on her back with her legs open, Helen couldn't understand how Elle could possibly have drawn that picture, a perfect copy of one that her father had drawn eight years before Elle was born, a picture that Helen had destroyed the day her father died.

The curtain was pulled back and three men walked into the side ward, Helen snatched the drawing off of the table in front of her daughter and folded it up before the police men could see what had been drawn, Helen suggested that perhaps Elle could remember something else about the incident that could help find the truth about what happened. Elle tore another page from the chart pad and began scribbling again; Helen breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the outline of the park being scratched out on the white paper by her daughter.

The three men watched in silence as Elle drew out a detailed aerial view of the park and City Hall precinct, she drew two people and put a 'H' by one and an 'E' by the other, then a simple box with 'WV x Nine', drawing of a man to the side of the box with 'TS' by the side of it. Then she drew another box adjacent to City Hall steps with 'AFF x Twenty-five'. Another box was drawn closer to the corner with 'ACP x Eight'.

"That looks great Elle, just like flying over the scene in a helicopter..." Elle drew three men at the side of the box marked 'WV x Nine' with three question marks but each man was marked with a number, either one, two or three. "...who is this Elle?"

The 'H' is Helen, the 'E' is Elle, the 'WV' are the war veterans..."

The 'G-man' butted in, "Right, the 'TS' must be Top sergeant, the Anti Fossil Fuel protesters in front of City Hall steps, the Anti Cabbage Protesters at the corner of the precinct. Who are these three?"

"They are the three men that I drew earlier; I numbered them in the order that I drew them."

"Elle, I'm a little confused, usually when a girl like you draws herself into a scene like this she would just put me, not Elle, why did you put Elle?"

Elle just shrugged her shoulders, Helen took another look at the drawing she had hastily folded up when the police walked back into the ward, a shudder ran through her body as she tore the picture into little pieces.

Elle's behaviour had suddenly changed after the terrorist attack, she became somewhat of a local hero, her drawings had been shown on TV channels all over the country, she had helped the police to identify the bomber who they caught while trying to flee over state lines. The media reported extensively on the police shootout that resulted in the bomber and two of his family members being shot dead just feet from safety.

Elle changed over-night from being a below average student to being a straight 'A' Student, she suddenly excelled at art even though she often got criticised for the things she drew or painted in school because they were considered as inappropriate for an eleven year old girl to be thinking about.

The final shock of the whole terrorist attack came a few days after the terrorists were shot dead, the 'G-man', still unnamed and anonymous dropped by to see Helen while Elle was at school, he had a file-folder in his hand which he dropped onto the counter top after refusing a cup of tea. "I'll come as straight to the point as I can Mrs Redman, as you know we took DNA from yourself and your daughter for elimination purposes at the crime scene, there's no easy way to say this, We always expect mother and daughter to have a ninety-nine percent match on their maternal strand and a fifty percent match on the paternal strand. In your's and your daughters case you are both an almost one hundred percent match on both strands and that would make you sisters!"

He raised his eyebrows as he looked at Helen; she sank down into a chair with a look of total shock on her face, she said, "What does that mean?"

"Well, if you actually gave birth to Elle it means that your father is her father too!"

Helen's head fell into her hands and she began to sob. She couldn't really say that it came as a total surprise to her; it was a one in five possibility after all. As she sobbed she recalled what it was like for her twelve years ago. Her father was one of five men; all of whom had daughters around the same age as Helen. The men would play poker while the girls would watch videos on a large colour TV, nothing like the huge plasma screen TVs we have now but large for the time. The videos the girls were encouraged to watch weren't cartoons or even general entertainment films, they were 'XXX' or 'RRR' rated films.

The idea was that the men would play poker all evening and the one with the most chips at the end of the evening got to take his choice of two girls to a bedroom alone, the man with the second largest pot would also have the choice of two of the three girls that were left. The three men who had the least value of chips left had to share the same girl, taking turns in the order of the value of their chips.

Poker night was every Friday and even though the poker ended at eleven o'clock the party went on until at least noon on the Saturday. Helen had fallen pregnant but there was no way of knowing which of the five men actually supplied the damaging sperm. Helen had convinced herself that with odds of five to one the chances of her father being Elle's father as well were slim, or so she'd hoped!

Helen pulled herself together enough to ask the agent what would happen next.

"Well, you and your daughter were instrumental in stopping the most vicious of terrorists in our great country. Our nation owes you both a debt of gratitude, a debt that wouldn't be repaid by dragging you both through the media circus that would erupt if this information got into the public domain..."

Helen perked up a little at the information that the government agent didn't want to make things any worse than they already were.

"My boss agrees with me, the safest thing for all concerned is if this folder never makes it back to the records department, file folders often get misplaced in the heat of battle between good and evil. You have a good day Mrs Redman and please give my love and thanks to your wonderful daughter."

Elle's wounds quickly heeled and she was soon back to full health, well, Helen did suspect that Elle had started smoking since her injury and she suspected that Elle may have been drinking alcohol as well, so as far as Helen was concerned Elle was back to full health but something was definitely wrong with her daughter.

Helen was cooking dinner on Friday evening and Elle wasn't at her elbow as she usually was so Helen went looking for her daughter. As Helen walked into the family room Elle was just hanging up the phone, "Who were you talking too darling?"

"Just a few long lost friends I was getting back in touch with."

"Long lost... Elle, you're just eleven years old, your friends barely qualify as brand new friends, you don't have any long lost ones!"

"Well, I won't have any after tomorrow evening, I've arranged for the guys to come round for a poker night, it'll be nice to see the old gang, they'll be bringing their granddaughters rather than their daughters, they've all grown too old to want to play with daddies friends. I think I put the poker chips in the basement after the last game."

"Elle, you're starting to scare me, what do you know about poker night and the chips?"

"Helen, don't you recognise me? It took me an age to find a way through to Elle, hearing that hand grenade being primed gave me the kick that I needed to find my way through the fog of Elle's mind and get her to move over for me so I could save your life."

"Dad?"

"See, you did recognise me in the end."

"But how, how did you get in Elle's mind?"

"I've got you to thank for that darling, you pressed Elle's mouth to mine at the moment of my death and because Elle and I are so perfectly matched that I was able to cross over in that kiss."

"This can't be happening Elle, stop messing about, stop playing with me."

"It's all true Helen and the guys are really looking forward to fucking Elle's sweet little cunt, even If I'm inside of her as well. I'll let Elle have her body back for her deflowering, every girl should feel the pleasure and pain of that first cock pile-driving into her body!"

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