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FOUNDLING: POOR LITTLE CREATURE [ part 49 ] It was getting brighter in her cell, or her eyes were getting used to the darkness. Then she heard rusty metal screeching on rusty metal. Part of the dimness moved, and a slice of brighter darkness. widened and became an opening. A diminutive shape eased into her space and coalesced into a small female shape. "I have a gift for you" A young female voice whispered in an American accent. A clear bottle of water was twisted open and its mouth thrust into hers. She drank it all down in spite of it rasping on her sore throat. "Thank you" She whispered. And the last thing she saw was a tanned young female hand reaching out and touching her forehead. "Change" The American young female voice, said.
Higher Moral Ground? Bernard Montgomery Smyth was a career diplomat from a family of career diplomats. There were more ambassadors in his ancestry than were currently serving his country. But as he sat in his Charchee De Affair office, he was not proud of his last assignment. Whisked home on a moment's notice, a package brought to his jet as it sat refueling on the tarmac. Then a red sealed set of instructions, read and returned. Down the runway and off to a waiting car and the long drive through the night to that very different private school for special little girls. Delivery of the red sealed thick envelope and finally an audience with that glowering Black leather clad Nun. Before he, or more importantly they had negotiated from the moral high ground. But in this case he had not just put his toe in the low ground, He had been right up over his head in. and he hated himself for it. It was the next day; he was back in his assigned foreign capital at his assigned desk. And he had still not gone home. How could he face his wife and their twin daughters? That package appeared to be the same age as his two. And he had delivered her to a life of absolute bondage. When he saw it was a little girl, he had wished those guards had killed him. Then something moved just outside of his range of vision. He looked up and towards the open French doors leading to the small balcony outside his office. Maybe be it was a bird, fluttering around the inner courtyard outside his office. That was all that could get by the security net the Embassy's own security had woven around his place of work. Then something moved right in front of him, it shimmered and a human form coalesced just like in the movies right in front of him. He reached for the alarm button, but leather gloved hand waved a finger back and forth, the other held a very big silenced pistol. It indicated to walk to wards and out on his balcony. It was pitch black outside, what had happened to the interior lights? Then the shape indicated up, he looked up and felt an arm wrap itself around him and the both of them were lifted up into blackness. That was when he realized his captor was a female. But how had an aircraft penetrated the world's most restrictive airspace over the capital? Never mind first penetrate the borders of a country with the worlds most restrictive air traffic control. All since those events last September 11th. The interior was dim, but had what appeared to be normal airplane seats. His captor indicated he sit, and she did opposite. He attempted to speak, but she drew her pistol, and he shut up. Then the bottom of their transport opened like a reverse flower depositing them in a cobblestone courtyard. It was just becoming light, dawn minutes away. He saw high walls; towers and a great keep just behind him. Realizing he was back in that Moorish fortress half a world away in seconds. She indicated he walk into the great lighted doorway ahead of him. Inside, to his surprise, was a very modern hospital environment. He looked back, and the abductors camouflage blended with every change in the walls around her. She pointed to a stainless steel door and upon entering, he new it was a morgue. Sister A, stood inside, the one he had spoke to, was it just yesterday, or two days ago? "She is dead, or more accurately was dead when you delivered her" She said. As she said this, a drawer rolled itself out, and Sister A reached down and pulled the white cover off a little body lying on it. "Tell your master he nearly starved her to death, then pierced and branded her. You have to medicate wounds like that and even adult slaves need a break between piercing and branding" "What? She was abused before she was delivered to me in that bag? I never touched her. I have twin daughters my own her age. He yelled, moving towards Sister A, but his abductor instantly moved between them, a razor sharp machete pointed towards his throat. "Please keep your distance or she will cut your arms off one at a time" Sister A calmly told him. "I am not sure why she didn't carry out my order to do so, instead of bringing you here" He stepped back carefully, and she kept her distance. " I really did not know it was a young female until she slipped out of that bag, and was surprised as you were at her age. That is the truth I swear it" "For some reason I believe you. And as you are a creditable witness, touch her" Sister A ordered. He did so, and the little body was cold. He watched, and her chest did not move. "Report your observance to your master when you see him next" She ordered. "Do you want the body, or is it ours to dispose off as we see fit?" Sister A inquired. "Please give her a decent funeral and send me the bill personally" He said. No mater what you do to me" "Tell your master he will not see the dawn of his eighteenth birthday" Sister A said. "He is well guarded" Bernard replied. "And you were not?" Sister A retorted." Take him back alive and in one piece, please Mavis" A few minutes later, a little girl walked into the now dimly lit room, the drawer slid out, and she placed her hand on the cold forehead. "Change back" A little girl's voice, said. She coughed and sat up. The little girl who had given her the water was standing beside her, and her unchained body was lying on a cold hard metal surface. "Welcome to our School" Foundling said. Very, very happy that powerful voice that rang in her head once before was silent this time and her brain did not hurt as it had after she changed Melissa.
Epilog; Five Years later Alice sat on her horse Nightrider as the hunt swept past her. She had arranged this especially for the day before he came of age. The Commonwealth had pulled out the stops and yanked every string they could to get him here. His security was very surprised at the level of hers, but he still rode with that Robert and that other creature he had grown up with. She dismounted and that girl walked up with her companions. "He has just rode past headed down the wrong road I directed him on" She said. "We will take it from here Alice. Thank you for arranging it for us" Foundling said. "What is the sisterhood we have created for, if not mutual assistance" Alice replied and walked up to the tiny Blond haired girl in the frilly white dress, standing with her schoolmates. "He did not even recognize you as he rode past" Malibu Barbie said. "No, but Robert did, I saw it in his eyes, and he will tell him" She calmly told her. "It is his time to die" The dark haired girl beside her quietly spoke’ Everyone turned, surprise on their faces towards the usually silent one. "My job", The other little shorthaired blond girl said, and she shimmered, a great black wolf appeared, and bounded off" "That is quite a trick," Melissa said, I have one of my own I might show you someday" "No you won’t" Foundling injected. " One set of pointy ears, long fangs, and bloodlust is enough around here" Off to one side, Nuage and Flame, holding hands just smiled. They two had a "trick" or two they might show their group someday. "That is her true form" Malibu Barbie instructed. "Cindy will enjoy herself immensely. Dump them off their horses and hunt them down one at a time on foot. They will hear each other die, and she will kill him last, ripping his throat out"
Thease girls were more than a match for anyone stupid enough to try to interfere" She thought to herself. "Millia my personal chef has outdone herself this time in prepairing a perfect British picnic lunch"Alice offered. Mary,her Castillian, sitting in her proper place just beside Alice, crooked her head to one side, a faraway look to herface. "Everything reads normal" She informed Alice. "Log off the network and join us" Alice told her.Handing her a cup of tea. Mary's eyes returned to normal, and she smilled."Yes mistress" "Even coffe for our American cousins" Millia injectted. "Coffe?" Millia inquired as Barbie held out a fine china tea cup. "You could have told me Cindy was a Warewolf" Becky Sue said to Barbie as Millia filled hers. "Actually she is a woolfen boddyguard of the Earthmother" Barbie replied. "O" then she is one of us" Becky Sue replied. |