Post by Wildfeather on Mar 15, 2014 17:47:25 GMT -5
In Master's office, Wild leaned forwards to study the content of his safe. Some money and jewelry, quite ordinary. Then a few books with leather cover. Wild had never gone to school and learned how to read or write, but she saw some strange scribbling when she peeked inside. Unsure of what to do with these books, she brought them with her, together with the money and jewelry. If they were going to travel, she suspected they would need money to pay their way. A ransacking of the rest of the hiding places revealed more money, more jewelry and a few more books. She packed it all, trusting that Evan could tell her what the books was the next time she saw him - IF she saw him again. After all, he was going to fight Master.
As she worked in silence, she swore she could hear voices somewhere - and... growling? Then loud screams, as from someone in deep agony. Wild stopped in her tracks as she heard it, silently pleading it was not Evan in such a pain.
Please, God, let it be Master and not Evan... she pleaded, certain that the Lord would never listen to someone like her.
Finishing her work, she took a deep breath, trying to remember Evan's orders. What was next? Oh yes - waking up the children and get them out of here. Luckily there weren't many children here at the moment. The children tended to die fast in places like this - some of starvation, some were beaten to death and some of the girls died in childbirths. The last was no surprise to her. Master was greedy in his appetite for young girls, and other men in Paris were monsters just like him.
Children should not have children, she thought as she made her way towards the boys' dormitory. No child should have to go through the hell we are facing here.
Her faithful lockpicks helped her open the door, and she slipped inside the dormitory. At the moment there were four boys here. A boy aged 11 was the oldest one. The three others were 7, 5 and 2 years old. The 7 year old boy was the English child that taught her his language. She hoped he could help her with the language barrier if she got stuck when talking to Evan. Sneaking towards the sleeping boys, she whispered in the ear of the 11 year old.
"It's me, Wild. I've come to help you escape. Pick up your belongings and follow me. Be quiet, Master is in his bedroom. Hurry!"
With help from the 11 year old Maurice she managed to gather the boys. Even if they still were sleepy they followed her without protest. What would they gain by staying in a place where they soon would die?
"Maurice, take the boys to the kitchen," she whispered. "Wait for me there. I'll go gather the girls."
The 11 year old boy did as he was told. He was just as skinny and bruised as Wild. Not long ago, Master had put him through an "accident". He survived, but he still needed a crutch for support when he was walking. Even so, he was still the leader of the boys, and they followed him without any questions.
Wild offered the boys a smile and then snuck over to the girls' dormitory. There should be five girls here, herself included, but when she counted the sleeping children, she only found three girls. The girls gathered here were 4, 7 and 10 years old. One was missing, the 12 year old. Wild's face darkened, and she woke up the nearest girl. "Wake up, Thérese!" she demanded, rugging the girl back and forth until she was awake. "Where is your sister?" The little girl hung her head in shame, tears filling up her eyes. Her lower lip started wobbling and she let out a sob. "M-master fetched her and b-brought her to his r-room." Wild clenched her teeth around some curses she knew never should be spoken in front of small children. "Well," she finally said when she managed to calm down a bit. "We are going to escape. Pack your things and follow me to the kitchen. Don't worry for your sister, my friend will save her. He's in Master's bedroom and takes care of Master while I am saving you."
She wondered for a moment if she should go check on Evan in Master's room, but he had ordered her to take the children to the kitchen. She decided to gather the children in the kitchen and wait for Evan there, in case he needed help under the escape. As quiet as possible she brought the girls downstairs, relieved to find that the boys were already waiting. As quiet as she could, she picked open the locks in the kitchen - and started gathering food for the group. The children eagerly helped her pack and carry the things she had gathered, knowing they would be gone for a long time.
As she worked in silence, she swore she could hear voices somewhere - and... growling? Then loud screams, as from someone in deep agony. Wild stopped in her tracks as she heard it, silently pleading it was not Evan in such a pain.
Please, God, let it be Master and not Evan... she pleaded, certain that the Lord would never listen to someone like her.
Finishing her work, she took a deep breath, trying to remember Evan's orders. What was next? Oh yes - waking up the children and get them out of here. Luckily there weren't many children here at the moment. The children tended to die fast in places like this - some of starvation, some were beaten to death and some of the girls died in childbirths. The last was no surprise to her. Master was greedy in his appetite for young girls, and other men in Paris were monsters just like him.
Children should not have children, she thought as she made her way towards the boys' dormitory. No child should have to go through the hell we are facing here.
Her faithful lockpicks helped her open the door, and she slipped inside the dormitory. At the moment there were four boys here. A boy aged 11 was the oldest one. The three others were 7, 5 and 2 years old. The 7 year old boy was the English child that taught her his language. She hoped he could help her with the language barrier if she got stuck when talking to Evan. Sneaking towards the sleeping boys, she whispered in the ear of the 11 year old.
"It's me, Wild. I've come to help you escape. Pick up your belongings and follow me. Be quiet, Master is in his bedroom. Hurry!"
With help from the 11 year old Maurice she managed to gather the boys. Even if they still were sleepy they followed her without protest. What would they gain by staying in a place where they soon would die?
"Maurice, take the boys to the kitchen," she whispered. "Wait for me there. I'll go gather the girls."
The 11 year old boy did as he was told. He was just as skinny and bruised as Wild. Not long ago, Master had put him through an "accident". He survived, but he still needed a crutch for support when he was walking. Even so, he was still the leader of the boys, and they followed him without any questions.
Wild offered the boys a smile and then snuck over to the girls' dormitory. There should be five girls here, herself included, but when she counted the sleeping children, she only found three girls. The girls gathered here were 4, 7 and 10 years old. One was missing, the 12 year old. Wild's face darkened, and she woke up the nearest girl. "Wake up, Thérese!" she demanded, rugging the girl back and forth until she was awake. "Where is your sister?" The little girl hung her head in shame, tears filling up her eyes. Her lower lip started wobbling and she let out a sob. "M-master fetched her and b-brought her to his r-room." Wild clenched her teeth around some curses she knew never should be spoken in front of small children. "Well," she finally said when she managed to calm down a bit. "We are going to escape. Pack your things and follow me to the kitchen. Don't worry for your sister, my friend will save her. He's in Master's bedroom and takes care of Master while I am saving you."
She wondered for a moment if she should go check on Evan in Master's room, but he had ordered her to take the children to the kitchen. She decided to gather the children in the kitchen and wait for Evan there, in case he needed help under the escape. As quiet as possible she brought the girls downstairs, relieved to find that the boys were already waiting. As quiet as she could, she picked open the locks in the kitchen - and started gathering food for the group. The children eagerly helped her pack and carry the things she had gathered, knowing they would be gone for a long time.