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CHAPTER TWO: Judgment of the Weak
BRITTANY THE CHIPMUNK(Transitional Stage)
*009:01:04 Years Left*
Brittany was still in a period of denial for what she had done months earlier. She’d sit by herself, flipping her switchblade in & out. She had been fighting the feeling that rested inside, tearing into her psyche. She had the urge to kill again, only countered by all the bit of will she had left. She knew she’d eventually be taken; it was just a matter of when. And she still felt the hunger. She’d look at her sisters, and she herself on top of them, tearing out their jugular. How sweet it would taste…She quivered, and shook her head. These days she didn’t know if her quivers were caused by fear…or pleasure.
Jeanette had never spoken of her feelings for that day. She feared what it could release. She took the whole thing from a scientific standpoint, asking Brittany questions about how she felt and what was left over. She hypothesized that Brittany had created another persona to blame it all on that ‘creature’. It wasn’t healthy, but this way it would cause her no pain. The only fear she had about it was that the persona would eclipse her. Who knows what it would grow into…Jeanette shivered.
Eleanor had finally become aware of herself. She was capable of complex thought & forming conversation. She also became capable of jealousy. She’d see her Brittany’s figure, thin and conditioned, and compare it to her own self, short & plump. She knew no one could love an large girl like herself. If only there was a way to become thin. She’d latch onto it. No, she’d become it.
Killing their father and burning down Virginia’s house wasn’t their best idea. They had no home. They had no food. No family would take them in. They had to become nomadic. Brittany shook her head. “I hate all these people. All of them living happily. I want them all to be filled with misery and hatred, like us.”
“I believe wishing negatively on others is bad karma.” Jeanette nodded. “A wise sage once said ‘Wish well for the world, and the world is well. Wish misfortune, and the planet is consumed with darkness.” Brittany pondered the thought of the world being covered with death and depression, and couldn’t help but smile.
“Serves them right.” she thought.
Eleanor stopped. A human was staring at them. “Hey look,” she said, pointed in the direction of the man. “, maybe he has food?” Brittany walked towards the figure. Begging was so degrading. It was just a teenage boy, some surfer riffraff here for summer vacation. Brittany put on her cutest face, with a slightly tilted head.
“Hey there,” he spoke. “How you doin’?” Before they could get comfortable, Brittany was pegged by a small pebble. “Haha, stupid animals.” he laughed, throwing another, this one connecting with Eleanor’s forehead. Brittany’s face filled with blood, and she felt a rushing feeling. “I don’t have to hold it back this time.” she thought. “Just let it overtake you. Hold you.” She was not going to fight it this time. She’d feel remorse later, for she had judged him. Death.
“UGH!” Jeanette was caught in the eye, sending blood in an arc. Brittany climbed up the railings of the highway. She picked up a shattered shard of glass from the roadside. Jeanette was holding her eye, bleeding and gasping. Everything was blurry to her now. Eleanor stood above her.
“Can you see?” she asked, only to have another rock smash into her cheek. Brittany had approached him unnoticed. “The element of surprise,” she thought, smiling. “He will be even more frightened now.” She reared back and plunged the glass into his foot. The flip-flops he sported gave little protection against a large sliver of a broken Coors Light bottle. It went straight through. He screamed as blood shot from his foot, falling to his knees. Brittany felt a smile contort onto her face, and she moved as if on autopilot, casually gliding behind him. As she positioned herself behind her next victim, she used her hand to move his long, salty hair behind his shoulders and brought her treasured switchblade where it belongs, to where it was calling-the throat of the unforgiven. His neck was screaming to the blade; she could hear it, and was not going to interrupt their destined meeting.
Eleanor looked towards the direction of their ceased attacker, only to see a stream of blood shoot from the roadside. She turned her head towards Jeanette. Jeanette lied still for a while before speaking. “She’s claimed another.” Eleanor nodded. Brittany licked the blade clean. This one shan’t cast stones again. She smiled before tearing out his trachea. Her snout later found his intestines and she began to gnaw on his gut. Her sisters climbed over the guardrails, only to see their sister biting on the now-sprawled out boy. She tilted her heads towards them.
“Now, sisters, feed.” she grinned triumphantly.
“I guess he was good for something.” Eleanor shrugged, wrestling with Brittany over the intestine. Jeanette said nothing, but bowed her head to work on his esophagus. “The first human we ever interact with, and you kill him.” Eleanor said, pushing flesh into her mouth. “Don’t you feel bad? Guilty?”
“I passed judgment on him.” she snarled. “Besides, he deserved it.”
“And he tastes good.” Ellie added after a beat.
Jeanette placed a finger on her chin. “The first victim I could understand, but this second one, did what he did merit the death penalty?”
Brittany stopped midchew to look at the boy’s face, mouth ajar. Her color drained. It was no secret that the world needed to be cleaned, but did she have the right to judge? Brittany’s doubt left her, and her intensity returned. Had she have left him alive, he would have died eventually. Brittany used his hair to clean her blade, and returned it to her ransack. “Who doesn’t deserve the death penalty, Jeanette? No one is innocent.”
They ripped his clothes into small packets, and placed his skin and guts into separate packs, placing them in his backpack they had stolen from his vehicle. Jeanette nodded. “That should come in handy later.” They gave Eleanor the back-pack. “Watch it carefully.”
“Okay.” she smiled. They dragged his body into the midst of the road.
Brittany felt accomplished with her work. “People get murdered everyday by other humans. No one will be looking for chipmunks. Besides, people get mauled every year.” And they were off, only resting in a pile of leaves every night. Each night they thought they were getting closer to salvation. No. Only torture lie in their paths.
*008:11:28 Years Left*
Migration was their mission, a daily standard of walking on their small feet over miles of barren lands. They could’ve settled in a many of forests along the way, but Brittany’s lust for perfect surroundings kept them moving, and possibly from living happily. The last ten months were spent just walking across Australia looking for a home, however temporary, and a purpose. They had now stumbled across the first step in a painful road. Sydney, Australia.

SYDNEY
Sydney was the first human civilization they ever approached. People would drive on roads with cars, and enter and leave buildings over and over and over…just like ants in an anthill. It was an amazing sight, even for three little girls who thought they knew everything about the world. Even the ever-tempered Jeanette was speechless. They wandered the streets, acting less civilized, much as the humans would expect chipmunks to act. They wandered into a back alley for privacy. They stood up on their back legs. Brittany began to push her ever-annoying fur from her ear. She adored the fact that the humans had no fur except the hair atop their heads. “So, do you think it was worth it?” she asked.
Jeanette nodded. “It’s exciting, to be sure.”
“So, whatta we do now?” Eleanor asked, head cocked. ‘What’s the plan?”
“We will sell out our brethren,” Brittany said. “,by revealing our ‘humanity’ to the humans. They will flock to us for our evolutionary traits. And then we will become idols for being the only three talking chipmunks in the world.” Unfortunately, at the same time elsewhere, three others had decided to mimic the idea. A situation that would affect them later. “The people will flock to us as their queens. Empresses. Gods.” Her eyes widened with every word.
They heard movement behind them, as an old human with long, nasty hair emerged from the shadows, hunched, and moving towards them. “ooOOoooOh.”
Ellie jumped at the sight, “A GHOST!”
Jeanette rolled her eyes. It must be a homeless woman.
Brittany flipped out her knife. “I don’t care if it’s a ghost or not, anything that walks can die, and I’m happy to prove it to anyone here.”
“The chipmunks.” the woman purred. “Chipmunks that are a scourge to the world. Greed is a perfect partner to insanity. Power in numbers.”
The girls tilted their heads in confusion. “What? She’s just rambling.”
“Naughty girls. Death. The blackness consumes even the most pure. The sun sets soon.” the elderly human hissed. “Watches from the shadows.”
“Who are you?” Brittany asked.
“Names. Labels for the graves. Agatha. Agatha Laurel. Many people lie in wake.”
Jeanette raised her eyebrow. “Your name is Agatha, correct?”
“Watch you. Watch the devil return in the flesh. Horrible. Hellacious. Hilarious.”
The girls continued to be confused. “The last one seems to be misplaced, lady.”
“No. It belongs. Watch you. Molded into horrible shapes. Minds. Bodies. Souls.”
“I don’t get any of this…”Brittany sighed.
“Old sages give the ultimate advice. There could be answers in her riddles…”
“First circle. Father. Second circle. It starts soon.”
“What are these circles? What do you foresee?!”
The old woman seemed to glide away with the way her long tattered dress and coat dragged the ground. “Flesh and blood. Weak. Three symbols. Indestructible. The first, the second, and the third.”
“Who?” Jeanette asked ,quivering with anticipation. “What?”
“It has started. The deteriorations begins. Acid of the mind.”
She seemed to mystically touch the souls of all three girls. “Please,” Brittany pleaded. “Tell me what you see for me.”
The old lady stopped. “God.” And she left.
“God-?” Brittany asked the air. Her thoughts were interrupted by a large bag flying over them, covering her and her sisters. And sealed them into blackness.
When the bag was removed, they were blinded by a bright light. “Where are we?” Eleanor asked. When their eyes adjusted they noticed that they were in a large moldy building, made of stone and concrete. There was a young blonde girl sitting in front of them. Her eyes were innocent, and they could tell she meant no harm. But the building itself had an aura of misery. The girl wanted to smile, but it seemed she had forgotten how. “Hi. I don’t wanna hurt you.” The girls scratched their ears, twitched their noses, and rubbed their teeth, along with other various stereotypical chipmunk activities. “I know you can talk. I saw you talking with the town’s homeless.”
“Well, damn.” Brittany sighed. “Yo, I think we’re caught.”
They all stood upright, adjusting their backs and stretching. “So, you caught us. Um, what are you going to do with us?” Eleanor asked.
The girl didn’t answer, instead asking a different question. “Can all chipmunks talk?”
“No!” Brittany lied. “We’re anomalies.”
“Amazing.” the girl said, face blank. “Oh! I’m Olivia.”
“I’m Jeanette. These are my sisters.” the tall and thin chipmunk said.
“Brittany. Remember that.” the short, fit chipmunk snapped. Obviously the runt of the litter.
“And I’m Eleanor.” beamed the small, chubby chipmunk.
“You have names?” Olivia asked, still amazed.
“Of course.” Jeanette said, confused. “How else would we know each other?”
“HEY!” Brittany yelled, panicking. “Ellie, where’s the pack?!”
Eleanor searched her person, never noticing the lightened load on her back. “Oh! ’S gone!”
“Oh, the book bag?” Olivia asked. “I threw that away. Smelled like someone died.” She chuckled, to which the chipmunks nervously joined.
“Erm, nice pad.” Brittany said, glancing over the prison-like complex.
“Oh, this is the Sydney orphanage.” Olivia said, downtrodden with memories. “It’s for kids with no family.”
“Just like…”but Eleanor did not finish her statement, because a door opened, to which Olivia shoved the girls under a bed.
Another girl waked in. This one with raven hair, and eyes that seemed to reflect everything evil Brittany had ever thought of. This was a bad egg. “Olivia, you were late. Ms. Grudge doesn’t appreciate tardiness.”
“I’m sorry, Miranda. Give her my apologies.” Olivia stuttered with fear.
“I’ll be watching you.” the evil girl smiled. And she walked through the door.
The chipmunks crawled out from under the bed. “Who was that?” Brittany asked.
“Miranda. She just enjoys watching people suffer.”
Brittany looked down. She realized she had saw herself reflected in Miranda.
“Who’s Ms. Grudge?” Eleanor asked.
“She is the matron here.” Olivia said. “She hopes to exploit one of the children here get famous and rich. But you’ll be safe here with me. I promise.” And she smiled.
Brittany saw the smile, and felt all her lusts wash away. Not all humans were bad. She might be able to live happily with Olivia. Maybe forever…
*008:10:14 Years Left*
And they had been happy for a month or so, and things looked good. Sure, every day was filled with hiding for their lives from the other humans, but that gave the excitement that Brittany always lusted for. Olivia would bring books back from the public library for Jeanette. She’d bring double helpings. She even trained them in human rituals such as etiquette and toiletries. “May I pee, please?” Eleanor asked, raising her hand.
“Sure, if no one is in there.” Olivia said, pulling them from their home inside the air ducts. “There you go.”
She walked into the bathroom, but was interrupted by the door opening. A girl walked in, just some very tall and thin, skeletal-like teen. She couldn’t have weighed more than 85 pounds. She looked at herself in the mirror. “I am so fat.” she sobbed. “Take off the weight.” She looked towards the toilet. The girl walked over, and got on her knees. Eleanor’s eyes widened as she brought her finger towards her mouth. “I WILL BE SKINNY!” she yelled, plunging her finger down her throat. Ellie’s eyes gleamed. A way to be thin fast. When the girl left, Eleanor left her hiding place. She stood over the toilet, and she smiled.
Brittany had a habit off clicking a pen. Her switchblade was in the backpack that Maria threw away. She really missed the thing. It was like a part of her arm. It was a part of her, damn it! She threw the pen across the room. “Anger.” Jeanette clicked.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Brittany nodded, rolling her eyes.
Eleanor walked in with a sick, but accomplished grin on her face. She then plummeted face-first towards the ground. “Fulfilled.” she moaned, before going unconscious.
“What happened?!” Brittany yelled, sliding across the ground.
“I don’t know. Are you okay?” Jeanette asked, slapping Eleanor’s face gently.
Neither of them noticed an eye watching them from the door. A crisis was on it way, just a few hours later.
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Ms. Grudge would force the children to sing a dreary song, yet none of them had the oomph to make you say ,”Wow.” “Sing, you little fools. Sing!!!” she would scream. “SING!!!!” Of course, it was odd for the kids to have a day off. Usually it was all day, every day, so when she said they could relax, it was a relief, true, but an ominous one. But she had no need for these worthless children if what Miranda told her was true. She had told Ms. Grudge that three musically inclined rats were being kept as pets by Olivia, and she could use them to get rich. And that was her plan. And if that idiotic Miranda thought that she was indeed getting a 25% finder’s fee, she would be gravely mistaken. She placed her eye to a hole in the wall.
“-don’t know. Are you okay?” came a voice from the other side, squeaky and small. Perfect. The girl was telling the truth. Rats that spoke, glorious. She continued to watch.
“What’s up with her?” one asked.
“I would guess something weakened her. Heat stroke, lack of sleep, or…vomiting.” The other raised her hand from her mouth, to which her hand was speckled with a tanish substance. “Puke.”
“She didn’t seem sick.” the first said. Ms. Grudge sighed. Another bulimic, great.
***
“-seem sick.” Brittany said with worry in her voice. The walls seemed to sigh. “Why’d she throw up if she’s not sick?”
“She’s probably…”but Jeanette stopped to rethink her words into an excuse. “She’s probably too young to sleep in an air vent.” How could Brittany not see the truth?
“Oh, no. Well, we can’t just sleep on top of a bed!” Brittany said. A dark shadow eclipsed them. Jeanette still could only see blurs. “What is it?” Brittany asked. She turned around and gasped!
“Oh, it’s just you, Olivia.” Brittany said, sighing with relief. “What are you doing here so early?”
“Ms. Grudge let us go back early today.” she smiled. “I have a surprise. Close your eyes, Jeanette.” She reached in her pockets and pulled out a shiny object and placed it upon Jeanette’s nose. “Open them.”
Jeanette gasped. She could see again. “What is….”
“Aren’t you surprised? I got a part-time job to pay for them.”
“You can buy miracles?” Jeanette asked, the first ever stupid question she ever asked.
“No, they’re glasses. The lenses help you see. Aren’t you happy?”
“Amazing…” but her thoughts were cut short when a large, muscular woman walked through the door, side by side with Miranda.
“So, Olivia, it’s true. You were hiding these rats in the building as pets.”
“I-I-I-” Olivia stuttered.
“Chipmunks, lady. Chipmunks.” Brittany said, arms crossed defiantly.
“Well, I have to confiscate them now.” Ms. Grudge said, smiling sinisterly.
“Over my dead body!” Brittany said, sliding her feet across the ground.
“That can be arranged.” Miranda sneered, leaping towards Brittany, only to have her jump out the way, causing Miranda to go straight to the floor.
“No, you idiot!” Ms. Grudge screamed. “She’s the main talent! The others are only backup vocalists! Catch them and bring them to me.” she added, leaving the room. Miranda grabbed Eleanor, still unconscious from the severe dehydration earlier.
“Leave her alone!” Brittany yelled reaching for her switchblade, which was nowhere to be found. “Oh.”
Miranda put them all in a headlock. Eleanor woke to find herself very high up. “Y-Y-Y-Yikes!!!” Miranda adjusted her grip, finding their tails, yanking them towards the sky. “So you aren’t as fast as you thought, huh?” she smiled. Brittany gathered every bit of phlegm in her body, and released it into Miranda’s face. The hybrid of saliva and snot ran down her lips, and she wallowed in disgust. The three chipmunks giggled. Miranda’s face flashed red with anger. “You think that’s funny?”
“A little bit, yeah.” Brittany smiled, sarcasm dripping from every word.
“Well,” Miranda laughed venomously. “, I think putting you with Ray & Dewey is funny.” They had heard about Ray & Dewey. They were troubled children sent here for raping and murdering their mother and sister. Any female they got their hands on since suffered the same fate. They only excited for pleasure. Brittany knew Miranda’s plan. They were to be ripped apart.
Ms. Grudge had no trouble giving the keys for the Maximum Security areas to Miranda for a little ‘attitude rewriting’. Miranda glanced at the three girls. “Aw, you’re shivering.” Jeanette was shaking whilst Eleanor was having a complete breakdown. Brittany stood statuesque, with no idea what to expect behind the barred doors. Miranda gestured a finger at Eleanor’s vaginal area. “It was nice knowing it, eh?” she laughed. Eleanor screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Stop it!!!” Brittany yelled. “She’s just a toddler, Do you think that’s funny?”
Miranda sneered. “A little bit, yeah.” And she tossed them through the doors.
‘Maximum Security’ was the nickname for the Troubled Children Ward. Rascals, rapscallions, and tortured souls lie ahead. The only door to safety was locked, like so many cell doors. Only suffering lie in their paths.
“’Ay, whatta girls doin’ here?” came a scruffy inmate’s voice from the shadows. “Don’t you where you are?”
“We don’t know anything.” Brittany mumbled. “They didn’t tell us anything.”
“They told me exactly where I was when they put me here.” his voice disappearing into the back. “Hell.”
They moved along the corridors, seeing eyes and hearing voices, but never seeing the people producing them. When they reached the end of the hall, they noticed it spun into a circular area, with one-way glass surrounding the area, of which they knew Miranda lie on the other side. This wasn’t a psych ward, it was a coliseum. A bell rang out, and two doors opened, followed by two teenagers, dirty-looking and unorthodox. The only word that came to mind was ‘scumbags’. Miranda’s voice came from the loudspeakers. “Ah, boys, hello. We officially forgive you for the lunch lady incident, and as a peace offering, we present these infant animal virgins.” They boys looked hungrily at the three girls. Jeanette had to look away. There was no compassion in their eyes, only lust. Brittany checked her person; no knife. They couldn’t fight back. They couldn’t escape. The howls and hoots of the other inmates increased every step the rapists made. They could feel Miranda’s eyes taunting them from above. “We’ll tear you to shreds!” Brittany threatened, which on deaf ears. “We’ve killed before, we aren’t afraid to kill again!” The sex fiends continued forward, unfazed. Eleanor hugged Brittany’s neck, which excited the boys even more. However, it was the tears that drove the boys into a frenzy.
The first yanked Jeanette forward and pushed on her chin, forcing open her mouth. Before Brittany could see what happened next, the second was behind her. She clawed him, but the release of his blood and her aggression drove exhilarated him. He threw her on the ground, and ripped off her undergarments. She struggled, but he was too strong. She began to cry. She would kill them. The pain! All of them. So much blood! If only she was a little stronger…she began to scream in agony., only occasionally joined by her sister’s sobs & screams. Brittany hated all humans; they deserved to be extinct.
***
Miranda unlatched the doors. The girls, now beaten, bloodied, and exhausted, fell from the other side. She quickly threw the door shut, and she could hear the rapist, banging on the other side. They banged on the door so hard, they cut open their own hands. “Come back!” they mocked. “I thought we had something!” Miranda reclenched their tails, dragging them from their own personal hells. But Brittany could still hear them. “Call me.”
Brittany itched underneath her skin, as if little spiders were weaving their webs in her veins. She’d never be able to wash away the feeling. She couldn’t imagine how her sisters were taking it…
Ellie was taking it surprisingly well, however mixed her feelings were. On one hand, she was suffering mentally and physically, as to be expected. But on the other hand, she felt fulfilled that she could be found beautiful, even if in the sickest possible way. What effects would this have on her future?
Jeanette had been hit the hardest, but suffered in solitude. She kept her ever-serious face, if only to make herself seem unaffected. In reality, she was developing a deep hatred and anger, much like Brittany’s, only Jeanette had to hid hers. She wouldn’t stoop to her sister’s level. But would it turn into something even more horrible?
Brittany began to twitch; Olivia must have gotten worse. And her mind was pulling no punches of what might’ve happened. Miranda tossed them into a washroom, and locked the door. Her voice came through muffled. “Enjoy your stay in our wonderful chipmunk suite. Ms. Grudge will be with you shortly.” and cackled as she walked away. Then silence. Silence. Jeanette opened her mouth, but closed it shortly after. She’d keep it held in, forever.
A mumbling could be heard out. Just a constantly rambling. “-muhs gwe tw brtwy.”
“Wha-what is that?” Brittany asked. “Do you think it’s another trap by Miranda?”
“No, it sounds somewhat stranger…”Jeanette whispered.
“-muhs gwe tw brtwy.” said the voice again, accompanied by a scratching at the window.
“Explanation?” Brittany asked, in a low voice.
“Sounds like someone wants in.” Eleanor said.
The window opened slowly, and a familiar face popped through. “Must play part. Master.”
“Agatha!” Eleanor proclaimed, skipping towards the window. “HI!!”
“Hello again.” Jeanette said, with relief mixed with confusion. Why was she here.
“Yo.” Brittany reached for Agatha, but she was too far upwards. “Uh…”
“Present. Lost to you. Return to owner; owner returns to self.” she said, throwing a tattered bag to the girls.
“The surfer’s bag!!” Brittany giggled, burrowing to into the sack. She found what she was looking for-the switchblade. She raised it above her head towards the light; it seemed to shiver to it’s touch. Now, she had leverage against the odds. “Let’s see,” she thought to herself. “Who first? The matron, her little pet, the predator boys? Hell, why not the whole orphanage?” Her face broke into a smile. She felt complete with it’s cheap handle in her palm. “Thank you, hermit. I was feeling incomplete, but you have lightened my mood. You deserved thanks.”
“For the grander scale, anything.”
“You mean God?” Jeanette asked the old woman.
“Many gods have many followers. Represent only one of them.”
“Who?” Brittany asked. “Who is he?”
“Leer.”
“He doesn’t exist.” Jeanette sighed. Agatha glanced at her through the hair covering her face. Jeanette spoke again. “Ms. Laurel, one of my main studies is that of theology of all religions. This Leer does not exist in any plane.”
“Leer hears you. Does not believe you.”
“I don’t believe you either, Jenny.” Brittany snapped. “Don’t be so closed minded.” Agatha seemed to smile a weak smile. Brittany looked at the old prophetess. “How would you go about contacting him? This Leer, I mean?”
“Seek you out. Becomes part of you. Time will come.” and she turned to leave.
“Agatha,” Brittany yelled. She turned her head towards Brittany. “Thanks.” Agatha smiled, closed her eyes, bowed her head, and walked away.
Brittany snapped opened the switchblade. 2.6 seconds. All the blood must’ve corroded the insides; it was a ninth of a second too slow. It was a bit of a disability, but she’d fix it later. The drawbacks of not being able to tend to her friend in awhile. She placed it in her underwear. No one would see it there, and if she had to take it off, they’d already be dead.
Ms. Grudge opened the door. “Hello, golden geese. Are you ready to make me rich?”
Brittany strolled over to Ms. Grudge’s side. “I, well, you see,” she said, with a charismatic, apologetic tone. “, I just wanted to apologize for not cooperating earlier. I want to be your servant.” Miranda walked through the door. Good. This’ll have a greater effect if she sees this. She raised her arms in a hug. “Friends?” Ms. Grudge seemed confused but bent over to Brittany’s height.
It had been a while, but she still knew how to do it. Straight across. The blade seemed to stick halfway. Wow, without maintenance it really damps performance. The warm touch of the nearly forgotten substance on her hand was soothing. It felt like coming home. Miranda’s eyes widened. Grudge fell hard. “Well,” Brittany laughed. “The bigger you are…” Miranda burst from the doorway in a panic. “Aw, man. I’ll hafta catch her.” Brittany sighed. Eleanor watched intently. Not at Brittany’s mad rush, slashing everyone’s shins that she ran by, but at Jeanette walking slowly down the halls. Eleanor followed the wake of people screaming and holding their ankles. She felt bad for them.
Miranda had been cornered by Brittany. She had slammed into the doorway to the ‘Maximum Security’ area, busting her top lip. “Aw, what’s up, M? Not so fun the other way around?” she pointed the blade at her throat. “Now, treachery, harassment, torture, all that I respect. But, Miranda,” Brittany’s smile faded. “Not towards me. That’s a death wish.” She began to move forward, but Jeanette stepped in her path. Her face and eyes were blank, vacant. She grabbed Miranda’s long hair. Brittany stood confused, shortly joined by Eleanor.
“Jeanette?” Eleanor asked meekly. Jeanette blankly looked at the TCW’s locked doors.
“Please,” Miranda begged. “Have mercy.” Then the surprise came.
“NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooOOOooOOO!!!!!!!” Jeanette screamed suddenly, in a delirium-like state. “Did you?!!!!! I want to see you beg!!!! Like a dog!” Miranda got on her hands and knees, to which Jeanette brought her own knee into Miranda’s nose. “No, you are less than a dog. I want to see you suffer. Goodbye, Miranda. I leave you to a jury of your peers.” she said releasing the locks on the cell doors inside, letting each of the troubled children inside free. She smashed Miranda’s head into the door release button, opening the main door, and threw her to the will of the inmates inside, and sealed the door behind Miranda. “Death will be a relief for you.” And Miranda’s screaming could be distinctly heard even to the end of the orphanage.
Jeanette fell to her knees. “How could I-” she began to mope and sob. “I just felt- I’m supposed to be the mature one.” The three embraced each other in a deep hug, but Brittany’s mind she had already noticed that maybe, just maybe, Jeanette was suffering as well. She wasn’t invincible. And that brought Brittany to a conclusion. Eleanor and Jeanette weren’t stable, and could be molded. “-ow, okay, Brittany? Brittany? Brittany!” Eleanor yelled, snapping Brittany back into reality. “Did you hear me? Jeanette says we’re leaving now.” Brittany nodded. “But,” Eleanor looked at Jeanette. “What about Olivia?”
Jeanette looked down. “We’ll have to leave her behind.”
Brittany joined the conversation. “Where will we go?” The hall behind her creaked, and she wheeled around, blade withdrawn. Agatha stood in the halls, hand by her side. “Agatha.”
She approached Brittany. “Destiny calling you. Go to it. America. Fly there. Become.” she rambled, her hand in Brittany’s.
“What about you, Madame Laurel?” Eleanor frowned.
“Join you. Someday. As for now, wait.” she picked up Eleanor and her sisters. “So talented.” And began to carry them in her coat to the airport.
The girls felt like crying as the closest thing to a grandmother they had sat them down, and walked away into the sunset. They now had full trust in her, as eccentric as she was. As they climbed into the cargo of a New York bound plane, they thought about the last year. They noticed they were leaving behind their pasts to move to a new future. They left behind Budd, Virginia, Olivia, Agatha, Ms. Grudge, Miranda, and everything they had known to start anew.
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