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#Post#: 304844--------------------------------------------------
From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: persephone Date: December 13, 2012, 1:50 pm
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"Welcome to T.H.P. or rather, The Heroin Project. Here, the
lives you once led are meaningless, but the lives you will lead
are of incomprehensible importance. True, it sounds impossible,
or even delirious, but I assure you this is not a dream; nor a
mirage; nor a fantasy; nor a home. You will not be here for the
rest of your lives, nor will you belong to anyone, or name, when
you leave here; but know this, once released, the marvels you
will be capable of will change and determine you. Be prepared,
the world will soon become your oyster."
--Mission Statement [s]E.N.D.[/s]
Part I: Will Power; Birth of the Devil's Wife
My name is Christine. My name...it's...it's... Coldness
--stark and unbearable-- hammers a ferocious, proverbial nail
into her bare feet, penetrating to the core, past even her
barren stomach and aching arm. Or simply the aching, the arm to
which it was attached, lost somewhere in the fire from months
ago. How had she survived this long...and for how much longer?
How much longer would her tattered body and broken spirit
involuntarily remain in this world? It was now, right? This
very moment that she should, would, will, find release? It must
be! It can only be!
"Your name is..."
My name is Christine! It...it has always been!
"Young, alone, in a city full of desolation and destruction; an
overflow of abandonment...no, the very embodiment of it. How
can Christine, survive here? You do want to survive, don't
you?"
My name...it's...it's... Confused and frightened, all she
wanted was to die; but every time, despite the manner, or time,
even a thought would trigger the voice. Cold, like the chill
against her feet, yet calculating like the math should could
barely remember. What was it after? Why her? Why did it
refuse her death?
"Your name is..."
Stop it! Stop it! I...I...I don't want to die!
"Then tell me...what is your name?"
My name is...my...name... What was it again? Why was she here,
lost beneath the darkness of the city, dying, but unable to die?
Who is she? My name is...
"Persephone."
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Re: From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: Shion Date: December 14, 2012, 6:05 am
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Usually when a parent realizes that a child was a mistake, they
abort. But what happens when you can't abort? Some would do the
right thing and pawn the child off to a trusted family member
who can't have kids. Or even set them up for adoption; usually.
But now, that isn't the case with the one that was known as
'Simone'. She was abandoned and left to die by her parents who,
for whatever reason, just didn't think things through. No one
knows of what happened to them, or who they were, only that they
left behind a scared, yet courageous little girl. Living on the
streets, picked up by street urchins, and eventually cops, led
this young woman on a life already diluted by the stresses and
grungy plague that was called society's underbelly. Hungry,
tired, cold; the tears of a young girl shouldn't be dried up
from crying so much. Wishing her mother would hold her, her
father would protect her; not this constant turbulent bullshit
known as the System for Unwanted Children; they really knew how
to make a child feel special... 'Simone' Has spent years in the
system; only the foster care providers would see after the
abandees. There was no real home, only what they called a
shelter; leaky ceilings, creaky walls, dozens packed into rooms
only made for ten or so. Stale bread and hot water; only made
cold when snow graced the ground with it's beauty and purity.
It was like a prison for children; who's only wrong doing was
being left by their parents and family. Or worse; tragedy. The
Tale of The Forgotten, the Struggles of The Lost. She had to get
out of here, but where would she go? What would she do? Only the
high walls, decorated by barbed wire was the scenery she got to
witness. 'Simone' could hardly remember what it was like outside
of the walls; only get glimpses when people would show up to
'adopt' the children.
This day was like any other; clean, bathe, breakfast, then play
time and soon after, class. It was rather early in the morning
when a woman showed up at the front wide double doors. "Alright
children, line up!" A voice over the intercom blurred out; an
always faceless voice in which none of the children had seen
before. Though it was obviously female, possibly older than all
of the children's ages combined. This woman seemed stern,
strict, yet held a deceivingly friendly and beautiful smile.
'Simone' wondered next to the rest of the female children and
stood stead fast. She'd seen this song and dance multiple times
and knew just what to do without explanation. "You.." The lady
spoke out, pointing to the weary eyed 'Simone'.
"Me?" She asked, the expression becoming less of doubt and more
of shock. "Yes.. Come.." She said with her seemingly regal and
almost enchanted voice; the likes of which could woo any prince
into her arms with a single word. 'Why did she choose me?' 'What
could she want?' 'Simone' pondered but made her way to the
leather clad woman. "What is your name, darling?" She asked.
"Simone... I think. That's what they call me.." "Simone..
Hmm.." The child tilts her head, brown hair, shaggy and
unkempt, swayed with her. "Have you seen this place?" She
whispered, only bringing about more confusion. "This place is a
cesspool of rot and decay. A mess that could be cleansed. But it
takes a brave soul to survive this and become something special.
Survival. Becoming something... Someone. Not lost in the void of
moral and civil chaos... Order.." 'Simon' was quickly growing
more confused by the second because of this woman's dribble, but
it soon started to provide a point. "Your eyes. They tell a
story. A fierce one... Will you come?" Any place would be better
than this one, right? "Yes.." "Good... We'll find you a better
name soon. Come with me.." With that, she offered her hand to be
connected with the child's; beginning the story as the two
walked out of the building to join a long vehicle with another
woman and another female child inside..
#Post#: 304981--------------------------------------------------
Re: From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: persephone Date: December 14, 2012, 3:31 pm
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It had been two weeks since she'd been picked up, and although a
mite confused, Persephone was beginning to like her new home.
But it was strange; from the moment the woman in pink had
arrived at her motel room, she could just tell that things would
never be the same. Yet honestly, this far exceeded expectation.
Over the past two weeks, Seph had been fitted to and handed a
state-of-the-art prosthetic for her arm, which attached to and
repaired nerve tissue. Needless to say the rehab was quick,
though dirty and difficult, and she had to dig deep to trust
these 'doctors' on a whim; but it was completely necessary if
for nothing else, for her new life goals.
Years ago, her foster parents had locked her in a cage for
months at a time, for any small change in demeanor: they said it
was "perfection training." They said it would make her the
perfect woman, and so she obediently cowered, rationing her food
and biding her time. But before she knew it, they wouldn't call
her by name --the name they had given her-- and they wouldn't
let her out for anything but the restroom. Thankfully, they
did, for some reason, value her education, so they taught her,
and she read, always home-schooled, helplessly alone, but
righteously, so she believed.
"The capital of Delaware?"
"Dover."
"Nebraska?"
"Lincoln."
"Omaha?"
"Id...wait...Omaha's not a State."
Day-in, day-out, studying, learning to be socially adept,
learning to eat, learning to dress, learning, learning,
learning. But what for? She was locked away, away from
everyone and everything her parents apparently held dear. What
was she to them? Was society more important than their
daughter? But she wasn't their daughter. At 15 'Christine'
decided she had had enough, and that she had learned enough to
embrace a freer future. So she escaped:
-It was raining again, fifth day in a row. Her parents hadn't
been upstairs all day; hadn't come to feed her once. It was
dismal here, and the hatred she fostered for her parents, was
surely equal to the hatred of conventional love they must have
to treat her such. But it was good, it simply meant that now
was the time. Two days prior, 'Christine' had acquired a sharp
knife and bone from the steak scraps they fed her, and after
hard work and diligence, she had finally crafted a key; or
rather, something key-like, crafted well enough to open her
cage, she hoped. Sure enough, with a quiet but audible click,
she was free from her temporary prison; but alas, this was the
second floor. Thankfully, she had planned for it, having been
subject to the same view of the roof from her cage for several
of the last years. Creaking slowly towards the window, she
opened it with another small click, and dismayed, found
deception. All this time, there had not been a roof, but a
particularly high umbrella. There was no safe way down.
Turning towards the door, beginning to panic, 'Christine'
thought hard about her options, only to hear foot steps coming
up the stairs. Running towards the door, the steps slowly
approaching, quicken at the sound of her dash, she locked the
door and ran back to the window. At the same time, the owner of
the loud steps, probably her dad, was jiggling at the door,
before long full fledged pounding. "Let me in Chris," she
heard, terrified. With no time to think, and wanting only to
escape, 'Christine' jumped out the window, falling while
thinking that any pain would be better than imprisonment.
Crashing to the ground, she could hear and feel the impact on
her arm; it was shattered. But the rest of her was intact,
mostly, from what she could tell, so she withheld, by applying
every ounce of her willpower, the urge to scream in agony.
Getting up, she heard a loud crash from upstairs, and assumed
her dad had gotten through. Running to the back yard, knowing
that her mother would soon be at the front door and her father
at the window, she did her best to hide from view, and escape
into the neighbors yard. From then on, it would be her, and her
life to live.-
It was all in the past though, for now she had been taken in by
these two nice women, and they had planned something for her and
another girl. However, though she couldn't quite put her finger
on it, she could tell something was strange; how did they know
about her? And who was this other girl they were picking up?
But before she had time to truly think it through, the car door
opened, and the familiarly rough voice of the woman known as
Angela said, "And here she is." She looked no older, or
younger, than Seph, but what did the two have to do with each
other? She'd clearly never met or even seen her before. The
girl climbed in and sat next to Seph, and the two girls stared
at each other before finally, "I'm Persephone...or rather,
that's what I want to be called. What's your name?"
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Re: From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: Shion Date: December 15, 2012, 4:44 pm
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There's been times where Simone would have to fight grown men
for scraps of food or pieces of clothing, or even her own
safety. It's been a very tough road for the young girl to
follow, and many beatings hardened her personality and body.
Scars lined the child's back, left thigh, and left arm; still
brightly visible due to improper treatment of the wounds. Tears
was a normal salty taste in Simone's mouth, but today, it all
seemed like the tides were actually turning...
As they approached the vehicle, Simone was reluctant to enter
it; not knowing what was in store for her once she left the only
place she called home, no matter how dank and dusty the
environment was. As she stepped into the car, she was greeted by
another woman and another child, seemingly similar in age and
background. Though, she had a strange appendage; was she a
robot? No, robots don't exist, do they? The confused girl
traveled back and forth within her mind as she sat next to the
perplexing figure; vibrant green gaze transfixed upon her
neighbor. Soon, she would turn her head to look out of the
window, watching her home become nothing but a distant blot,
smothered by trees, dust, and the winding road. Simone's arms
wrapped around herself in a way to provide some semblance of
self comfort and support; the girl speaking didn't help any. She
seemed already well acquainted with these people, and Simone had
nothing but questions. She turned her head and with a slight
tilt, nodded in reply to her introduction. Persephone? What an
odd name; but so cool too! She wondered if she would be able to
have a name like that now. "Simone.." She stated dryly and
without any intention of keeping any conversation going as she
turned her gaze back toward the window, watching her old life
seemingly pass by and vanish within the misty dust of exhaust.
#Post#: 305517--------------------------------------------------
Re: From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: persephone Date: December 19, 2012, 11:29 am
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"Shion!? Did you say Shion!?" So excited, Seph grabbed the new
girl's hand with her good one, and beamed her every intention
toward the other: "I love that name...though I hope I didn't get
it wrong. I mean, you said it so fast! Not to mention quiet;
really, you could have said anything," she laughed, quickly
removing her hand, noticing the look of confusion and dismay on
the young girl's face. "Don't worry, these ladies aren't bad!
They took me in a few weeks ago, and honestly, I don't know that
I've ever been happier." Or freer, she wanted to say, but of
course she couldn't. Seph understood by now that, almost all
orphan women shared a similar fate; drunk step-fathers,
negligent mothers, unwelcoming family and horrible siblings, it
was basically typecast. But regardless, Seph could tell that
this girl was important; maybe it was the look in her eyes,
shining like Jade on the Chinese Emperor's palace, or fresh cut
grass, or emeralds. Her skin was so pale, like she had been
stuffed inside a box and hid away for years, in an attic or
basement...it was almost like...but what was the point of
assuming?
"I know this is new, and that you're probably scared but, trust
me! It'll be okay," she said, in as reassuring voice as she
could fake; Persephone had never had to console someone before.
-"Persephone, leave her alone."-
Surprised by the sudden voice from behind her, monetarily
convinced that only Shion -or Siloh, or Simone, or Salone- and
herself existed. "I'm sorry Angelica, I didn't mean to," she
began before being cut off:
-"Of course you didn't, but can't you see how uncomfortable the
young woman is? Just let Angela handle it for now and focus on
your lesson."-
Oh yeah, she had a lesson: she had been reading a book about
swords, and how to craft and use them. It was rather
interesting although, it was strange that the author of the book
continually referred to them as "entities whose sole purpose it
is to kill," because it was possible for them to protect, was it
not? Or perhaps swords were just like guns, weapons humans made
to hide their insecurities. Although, from all the cartoons she
had watched, samurais sure seemed like intelligent, respectful,
and prideful people to her; it didn't seem possible that they
would wield their swords just for murder. Jolted from her
thoughts by a slight twitch, hopefully invisible to all present,
Persephone tried to hide the fact that the prosthetic was still
causing her pain by returning to her studies. Maybe that would
fool them.
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Re: From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: Shion Date: December 23, 2012, 2:15 pm
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A look of confusion graced the features of the young woman as
her name was mispronounced. "Shion?" She whispered to herself,
trying to understand how could she get Simone mixed up with
Shion; they sounded almost completely different, almost. She
turned back toward the girl with a tilted head as she began to
ramble on and on about the niceness of the two women who sat up
front and how they were here to help. Honestly, getting her out
of that dungeon was help enough, assuredly, but she had grown
not to easily trust people. "I'm sorry. I don't talk much.." She
said lowly and again, without emotion. Simone wasn't the type to
smile or laugh, or even get playful. There wasn't ever anything
to be happy about. She was always gloomy, yet held those
powerful green eyes that could pierce even the darkest of souls
with their radiance. The frail 14 year old almost jerked her
hand away from Perse as she took her own; the thought noticeable
by a twitch of her muscles and low cast of her eyes, though she
refrained for the moment. What would be the point in being so
distant with no place to run and hide? Instead, she remained
tense, but didn't remove her soft, fragile, yet strong arm from
the girl's own grasp.
She was so bubbly, almost the exact opposite of Simone. "Yes.
You got it wrong. But... I likes it too.." She told her with an
almost uplifted voice; still dry as if she thirsted for days.
Perse was right, she seemed to be so happy and excited to be
here. Or was it the excitement of having a new friend to play
with? Or pet... As some of the children were sold off to the
highest bidder to be. Or small wives for the sick men who preyed
upon the youthful girls... They all seemed different though, and
Simone--- Shion gave Perse a small nod to her words before she
was interrupted by the other woman, who seemed much darker than
the one who had gotten her; more commanding and strict.
"Shion.. If that's what you would like to be called.." Angela
said in her soft, yet firm tone. "She is right, you have nothing
to fear here. You will be safe and cared for. You'll see. Sit
back and relax. Enjoy yourself and get some of that dust out of
your lungs. Maybe.. Smile a bit?"
She should have known, smiling wasn't something Shion knew how
to do. That last request wouldn't be fulfilled, but the rest of
them could be. "Thank you, Angela.." She replied while slowly
-shyly- scooting next to and leaning over Perse's shoulder with
another look of confusion. "What is that?" She asked quietly.
Books were scarce and only the most favorited of the children
were taught there. Needless to say, Shion wasn't one of them..
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Re: From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: persephone Date: March 21, 2013, 1:28 pm
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"What? This," Persephone said, somewhat shocked by the question,
but earnest in her response as always, "It's a book about
swords. I like to..craft things. It's sorta my passion. Well,
besides reading of course." Giggling slightly, she turned away
from the page, and looked at Shion, for the first time really
seeing how sharp her eyes were. If nothing else, this girl
would be a strong opponent. "What kinds of things do you like,"
she began, before the car suddenly stopped and Angelica said
they had arrived. It didn't feel like that had been in the car
that long, but if Seph had learned anything from the last two
weeks, it was never to question these women.
In fact, the first day she was there, one of the other girls,
and there were others, made the mistake of saying no to Angela.
Normally such a thing might be permissible, because Angela was
the more reasonable of the two women, but on that day, Angelica
happened to overhear it.
--
"What did you say," Angelica said as she came around the corner.
"No. No. No! I said no!" Before the girl could even make a
justification, and before Angela and Persephone even knew what
happened, the defiant girl was on the ground, bleeding from her
nose.
"Now, tell me again, what did you say?"
"I-I-I..." And again, before anyone could even move, Angelica
grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her against the wall.
"Yes! Yes! I'm sorry Angela, I'm sorry!"
---
It was a terrible experience. She would have to make sure to
warn Shion when they were finally alone. If nothing else, it
would serve as an excuse to talk to her again. There was
something about this girl that Seph really liked.
"We're getting out. Angela, I have business to attend, so take
Shion and get her settled. Persephone, Shion will be your
roommate, so treat her well. If I find any reason to believe
you two aren't getting along, you'll be to blame. You've been
warned." And just like that Seph would have all the time in the
world to get to know her. Once Angelica made her way out and
into the front seat, Seph lept out of the door, and looked upon
the facility she had come to know as home.
It was a small building, at least on the outside, and was
deceptively ugly. It was two stories, grey and had few windows,
and now that she looked more closely, it actually had rounded
corners. This was peculiar because most buildings, especially
buildings in the heart of the city, had sharp, square shapes.
Stranger still were the giant letters hanging off the top, like
the signs in the red-light district, florescent and eye
catching, that read T.H.P. Persephone had never asked either of
the women, or the other girls, what those letters meant, but it
hardly mattered. This was an adoption agency, although more
like a boarding school, so she assumed that it must have
something to do with that. Regardless, the inside was very
different than the outside.
It seemed inexplicably huge! There were so many rooms, each and
every one of them dedicated to something different, and that was
only on the first floor. The second floor held the exercise
rooms and the cafeteria, which made every type of food
imaginable. It was somewhat magical really. Last, but
certainly not least, was the basement where the living quarters
were. The rooms were well sized and housed up to four girls,
and each had it's own bathroom. This of course meant that four
people would have to use one bathroom, but the alternative was a
community bathroom, which would be much worse. There were only
two closets, which meant two of the girls had to share, but they
were relatively well sized. Seph was lucky in this regard
though, because she didn't have any roommates yet, or at least,
hadn't had any. But it still wouldn't be too bad, because it
would be just the two of them, hopefully.
"We're going in," Angela said, and Seph snapped back to reality,
only to notice the somewhat disgusted look on Shion's face. She
wasn't worried though, because Shion was sure to be excited when
she saw the inside.
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Re: From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: Shion Date: March 31, 2013, 5:23 pm
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"Yes" She replied to the question that spilled from Persephone's
lips, as if she didn't realize it had came out, the girl
answered just as quickly. It was a book. Without pictures? Shion
wasn't a big reader and that angered some of the teachers at the
home she was in. She could memorize the whole page with just a
few minutes of scanning it, but she couldn't read the words to
save her life. Maybe they weren't teaching her right? Or maybe
they didn't care enough to teach her properly. It wasn't like
Shion was a slow learner; on the contrary, she was quick and had
a nearly flawless photographic memory. Her reaction time to
things were also above average, and the teachers took note of
this during play time. Hence could be the reason The Angels
wanted her in the first place? Of curse her thoughts were still
upon the book and the particular skill set that Persephone had
mentioned. "Swords. They sound fun. I'm into---"
Before she could finish, Shion was cut off by the mention that
they were 'home'. They two adults would be leaving Perse and
Shion to their own devises while they left and it seemed the
earlier of the two was in charge of getting everything together
for the newer of the two. Jade eyes glanced over the building
and from whats he could tell, it was only slightly better than
the home she just left from; if she could call THAT place a
home, anyway. She didn't take this move for granted though, any
place could be better than that hellhole she wound up in. The
structure of the building was unique and pretty, even though it
was still quite shabby. To her, it was the most beautiful place
she'd ever seen; she was speechless! Shion was thrown from her
thoughts and upturned nose by the voice of Perse as it broke the
silence between them. "O--Okay.." She mumbled as Perse took hold
of her hand (Slight mod there) and pulled her inside. Now, THIS
was different. The inside seemed as if they had been transported
into another building; it was so grand and majestic. Like they
were walking into a castle or something! She couldn't help but
stare at all the marvels and take in the sweet smell that wafted
through the rooms. She turned to Persephone, jaw almost to the
floor, words not coming - Not like they came often anyway.-
"Wow.." Was all she could muster up.
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Re: From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: persephone Date: July 25, 2013, 11:17 am
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Hand in hand the two girls marched bravely into the building,
and, although slightly morbid, Seph took extreme pleasure in
Shion's clear amazement. In fact, when the quietly spoken but
surprisingly clear, "wow," left Shion's lips, Seph felt a
strange burning below her stomach. It caught her slightly off
guard and resulted in a sudden stop. Which might or might not
anger the Angels, but if not quickly explained, would
undoubtedly leave Shion in an awkward position.
"I...it's...sorry. Let's keep going."
Fail. Simple as that, she failed. Yet, despite the roaring
embarrassment festering in here chest, she grabbed Shion's hand
and walked, all the faster, to their room. Upon arrival, Seph
discovered that her door was open! This was certainly odd, and
probably a sure sign of warning, because the facility doors
automatically close and lock. You need a key card to even get
in, and each room has it's own. This was a system the angels
put in place, as far as Seph knew, to make sure that the girls
had no motivation or even the available chance to steal from or
harm any of the others. After all, Seph was probably the most
"normal" girl there. Or at least she had been. Thanks to
Angelica's fierce teachings and Angela's curious brand of
empathy, Seph felt she had become someone completely different
in the two short weeks she'd been with them.
"Stop," Angelica said, "Wait here." And of course the girls
did, though Shion didn't know what was happening. Still,
Persephone knew, and who ever was in there had just incurred a
wrath so insidious they made a movie about it. If anything,
this was going to be one gruesome show.
However, after a few minutes, Angelica called out to them, "It's
okay, there's no one here. Come in."
Although again befuddled by the consistent occurrence of strange
events, Seph prepared herself and, squeezing Shion's hand a bit
harder, just to remind her that she wasn't alone, she stepped
toward the doorway, pulling her new roommate toward the box that
would become her home.
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Re: From Beginning to End; T.H.P.
By: Shion Date: December 27, 2013, 7:39 am
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The sudden stop, of course, threw Shion for a loop. It was like
Perse was surprised by something; taking in the sites as well?
This gave Shion more of an opportunity to look back; back toward
the life that she was leaving for good. Not very long after that
- a second or two, maybe- Shion was pulled forward again;
symbolic of how she was now thrust into this new life. A friend.
A family. A place with a roof that doesn't leak. Hot food. Hot
water. Warm bed. No more beatings or foul smells... At least she
had hoped so. These people seem to have got it all. "It's
okay..." She told her; voice soft and raspy, yet sweet and
assuring.Green eyes wondered over and over, taking in every
sight as the Angel's led the way, being followed by the two
girls to what seemed to be Seph's room. Their fingers locked
perfectly, as if they were bred to be interwoven; milk and
honey, a taste soft, sweet, and irresistible.
One of the woman yelled 'Stop!' Which caused the girls to pause
suddenly, as if an invisable wall has sprung up from the ground
and impeded their progress. Shion's heart lept forward before
falling back into her chest through her throat. Her eyes
sparkled with interest and curiosity, as well as the fear of
unknowing. Were they in trouble? Was someone hurt? What
happened?! She tried to peak around them to see what happened,
Discreetly of course, as to not incur any wrath upon her; she
was too used to that as the scars upon her back and legs would
clearly suggest. She swallowed hard as she did what she was
told; to wait there. Concern and curiosity gripped her, along
with such suspense that one could cut through it with a machete
and be forced to wear galoshes while doing it. A breath, more
like a sigh, of relief exited the young girl's lips as she was
notified that the coast was clear. The gripping upon her hand
had brought her back to reality; being led into this strange
place by a beautiful girl just about her age. She wanted to ask
what was the reason for such alarm, but that would probably be
told to her anyway. She would have guessed that they were
checking for intruders? Or maybe to see if another group was
using the room? So many questions she wanted to ask, but
instead, Shion quietly followed Seph into her room; lavish
quarters compared to her cramped and over populated former home.
Her new life with a new friend.
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