FOUNDLING: SOME MARCH BREAK OR SHOULDN'T THIS BE HAPPENING TO ALICE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 3 ]

The large Helicopter deposited its precious cargo onto the Hospitals roof Helipad.

A ring of heavily armed combat clad police escorted the passengers into the Elevator. At the top floor more covered their movement to the private rooms reserved for their post kidnapping examination.

Foundling saw Melissa briefly as she was carried in her Fathers arms during the elevator ride, but lost sight of her when they were escorted to their respective rooms.

A staff of Doctors and nurses swiftly stripped Foundling as she lay on her hospital bed. They prodded and probed every part of her body to the point of total distraction. Blood samples, throat, rectal, eye, and vaginal swabs. X-rayed every single part of her and cataloged every bruise, scratch, mark and abrasion.

"She appears to have weathered the ordeal with only a few long term bruises" The Doctor informed the worried looking Parents. "She is no longer a virgin, but it appears not to have been a recent event. Her vaginal passage has been stretched by recent use though"

As the Doctor had a very concerned look, Evans explained Foundling was recently adopted. And had been raised by a deceased relative. Mavis explained it had not occurred to either parent to intrude on the privacy of their new daughter's body.

The Doctor appeared satisfied by this explanation, but noted it would have to be in his medical examination report. Evans and Mavis said they agreed as it was Foundlings private business anyway, not theirs.

When the Doctor left them, Evans ordered Mavis to make sure every copy of his report disappeared. Mavis indicated she would take care of it personally.

Foundling lay in her hospital bed, unable to sleep. It must be the middle of the night as it was dark outside and deathly silent inside.

She had to pee and hopped out of her bed, sliding silently across the floor in her hospital gown. Finding as all patients have, it opens on the back, and very drafty. Foundling, having spent the major part of her life naked, slipped it off as she walked across the double sized room.

She sat on the toilet, for some reason, closing the door behind her. Doing personal hygienic in front of her current master of the moment never bothered her, but in front of some stranger or nurse did.

Just as she finished, she heard someone enter her room. Foundling listened at the doorway and froze.

The voices were of the boss and one of her kidnappers!

She looked around for an escape route, another door led somewhere. She spied a built in closet and at the bottom a soiled clothing disposal chute. Foundling tried the other doors handle, but it was locked.

Checking further she opened a drawer of sterilized surgical instruments that were sealed in plastic. Opening a slim probe picked the door lock. Her original master had trained many of his skills into his pet. Languages, an ability to memorize sports statistics, and lock picking beside sex slave training. She jammed the probe into the lock of the door leading back into her room.

Foundling slipped quietly into the next room. Looking around, she saw at was identical to hers, a little shape barley discernable in the adult size hospital bed. She literally flew across the room and scooped Melissa from her bed, clamping a hand across her mouth.

"SHHH! The Kidnappers are here in the hospital, be quiet and follow me" She fervently whispered into a startled Melissa's ear.

Foundling led her back across the room and into the bathroom. She jammed another metal tool into the door lock behind them.

Someone trying the door leading to Foundlings room startled them. They heard a voice that chilled them both to the bone.

"I know you are in there dear little one. You may have escaped me the first time, but I promise you will learn to regret it when I get through this door" It was the Swabian German accented kidnappers boss.

Foundling quietly opened the closet and the disposal chute.

Only someone as thin as these two, could fit down it. Foundling held the trembling Melissa up and she slipped feet first down the chute. Foundling climbed up on the shelf above the chute, slipping the closet door shut. No sooner had she than the door from her room burst open. She heard two people enter and try the next door. She heard it pop open and they went out.

Foundling sighed, then realized the chute would not open enough for her to get down with the door of the closet shut. Panicking, she slid the door open a quietly as she could and stepped down from the shelf.

"There's one of them!" A voice yelled.

The door to Melissa's room was open and two men were running towards her.

Foundling drew open the chute and dived in.

Her ass was bigger than Melissa's was and she stuck! Wiggling with all her strength, she gripped a connecting ridge with her fingers and pulled for all she was worth. It worked and she screamed as she hurled headfirst down three floors in the chute.

OOOFFH! She landed in huge canvass dirty clothing, her inertia sending it rolling across the laundry room floor. Foundling bounced around in it as it hit the wall and tipped over. Spilling dirty laundry and Foundlings nude body on the hard cement floor. She stood up, sore from her body rubbing on the chute and her shoulder hitting the floor as she rolled out.

Melissa ran over to her savior. "Are you all right?"

"NO, I almost did not fit down the chute and skinned my ass all the way down" Foundling told her, rubbing the indicated area. We must get out of here. They will figure out were we are soon"

The two made their way across the room full of large laundry machines. Foundling stopping to pick up hospital green pants and tops for them as they moved through. The first double doors were to an elevator shaft. And the next led out to a long dim hallway. The two dressed in the greens; the waste ties enabling them to keep them up around their armpits and rolling the pant legs up made walking possible. The pullover tops almost went down to their bare feet.

They heard an elevator arrive in the room behind them and fled down the hall. Two panicky little girls tried door after door, all locked. One opened leading only to a cleaners closet. Peeking out down the hall, she saw two men, dressed as hospital staff trying all the doors along the hall. Heading towards them. Foundling jammed a broom handle through the door latch, hoping it would buy them a few seconds.

Looking around their temporary sanctuary, Foundling saw a ventilator louver. She climbed up the steel shelves and pulled at the vent. It was rusted shut.

"Find something to pry this open before they find us" Melissa rooted around and came up with a broken screwdriver.

Climbing up with Foundling, they shoved and pried the screen open and Foundling shoved her inside. The raw metal of the screening caught at Melissa's top, scratching her tender skin. She was deathly afraid of small dark places. But the fear of being caught again by those horrible kidnappers drove all else from her mind. She crawled along the rusty square tunnel towards the dim light far ahead. Foundling right behind her, egging her on.

Behind them she could hear the janitors door breaking open.

A voice came down the shaft. "They went in here"

That redoubled her efforts and she crawled as fast as she could. Reaching the far end. Another screen blocked the way. She shoved her head against it, but to no evail.

"Should I shoot her" The voice inquired.

"Tell them to come back or you will shoot them both" The leaders voice was heard to order.

Melissa butted the screen with all her might and it popped open. She half slid out of the ventilator and saw a larger metal shaft leading left and right. She forced her way in and Foundling was right behind.

"This is large enough for them to catch us," Foundling warned her. Let's head in the direction towards the airflow. The two scrambled along the airshaft, dodging down shafts and the occasional mouse.

They finally arrived at an access hatch, but almost fainted when the latch started to grind open. The squealing of rusted metal being forced echoed down the air passage.

The two terrified little girls fled as fast as they could in the opposite direction.

They came to a junction and were presented with two choices. "Left or right?" Foundling thought she saw a dim glow down the left corridor and shoved Melissa that way. Behind them the access door finally gave way and the two men crouched into the shaft.

"There they are. Stop or I will shoot" A voice ordered.

"Fuck You Asshole" Foundling cried out. "Shooting in here will bring every cop my father has in the city down on your heads"

A very loud noise startled them both and a bullet impacted through the metal of the shaft beside her head.

Both girls fled in panic, screaming as they crawled down the narrowing air passage.

Finally the ventilator ended in another opening. But this one had no cover. Melissa burst through and screamed as she fell forward into water. It was ice cold and she struggled to stand up in it. Foundling struggled through behind her, splashing her again with the muddy cold water.

The two chilled girls crawled up on a narrow brick ledge running along the large dimly lit area. A few dieing bulbs encased in dirty class covers barley illuminated the room. The stench was almost nauseating.

"This must be an old cellar or something Foundling croaked. Lets keep moving until we find a door.

They waded back into the brackish water. Trying not to think about the slim on the bottom squeezing up between their toes.

A half open door appeared out of the gloom. Foundling peeked around it. A passage led to a stair leading up. The two squeezed through the rusted door and along the passage. The water ended at the foot of the concrete stair and the two shivering girls started up. At the top another door blocked the way. Light shone around its rim. Foundling pushed on it, but it did not budge. They both shoved on it and it moved a fraction.

They stepped back and ran at it. It reluctantly creaked open a bit more. They repeated the shoving again and again until finally Melissa could squeeze through. She started, but stopped and squeezed back.

"What are you doing?" Foundling asked her. Get away while you can, she urged"

"Making sure my best friend can escape with me" She replied, standing with Foundling. "Lets shove it until we both can get out"

Foundling kissed Melissa full on the lips, Melissa, kissed back, slipping her tong into Foundlings mouth. The two disheveled freezing cold little girls smiled at each other.

"One, Two, Shove" And the door creaked open enough for Foundling to slip through.

Melissa led and Foundling followed.

The two found themselves at the bottom of a set of stairs running up into the light of a new day.

At the top Foundling recognized the street. It must be just before dawn. A reddish glow of a better day permeates the previous night's gloom.

The Group of Sevens new property was right across the road.

A cat watched with characteristic indifference to the foibles of the human race as the two dirty little street urchins in wet hospital greens ran across the road in the early morning light and into the parking garage.

A trail of wet footprints marking their passage.

Foundling ran up to the elevator and punched in a code. The door opened and she ushered Melissa inside.

Foundling punched another code into the panel and the elevator descended.

"Where are we going/" Melissa asked her best friend.

"To a garden of little female delights" Foundling said smiling back at her.