Sistole's Origins
It really wasn’t what she had expected when she pulled up to the fancy building. There was a rather large in size, painted with purple and gold sponging. The front of the building opened up with two double doors with the wording “Velvet Curtain” written in cursive gold lights. She entered in being lead by an older woman that claimed to be the owner when she was approached. She introduced herself as Madame Von, her savior, when she whisked the young girl only but of 13 away from the corner she was tricking on. Sistole feared that her Pimp was going to be furious with her and beat her to a pulp when she found out.
“Welcome to the Velvet Curtain child, where you are going to learn what it’s like to be a real lady of pleasure,” spoke the Madame as she led the redhead back stage.
“I’m going to learn to be a real lady?” asked the puzzled 13 year old.
The Madame laughed softly, “Of sorts yes,” she said as she busted threw a door that gave way to a huge room where women where dressing and putting on makeup.
“Ladies, this is my new Jane, Sistole. You will treat her with respect and teach the way of this house,” she announced in a strict voice.
“Yes Madame,” was the collective response.
“Trisha, I’m signing this new Jane to you,” she smiled as she spoke, “please make her as successful as you have made me!” With that she pushed Sistole’s back, shoving her in the direction of Trisha.
“I guess you’re my Jane now,” Trisha spoke with a curled smile. “I will teach her don’t worry Madame.”
With that the Madame turned on her heels and left headed towards the lobby to mingle with the guest.
“Sistole, do you know what it means to be a Jane here?” Trisha asked as the other girls closed in around her.
“No I don’t,” Sistole spoke looking at her feet and realizing that maybe life on the corner wasn’t so bad.
“IT means that you are going to do everything I say when I say to do it,” she snapped jerking Sistole’s head up by her chin.
She down turned her eyes, “Yes Miss Trisha.”
The brunette looked at the young redhead and caressed the side of her face, “It won’t be that bad I promise,” she whispered. “Today is my off day so we will go back to my room and rest,” she exclaimed taking the young girls hand and leading her out of the room. She started explaining while they walked, “This is a brothel, in some ways but a strip joint in others. The Madame regulates who sleeps with whom and what time we do our shows. She is really kind for the most part and if you don’t want to sleep around she won’t make you. I don’t mind tho and you get to make up the money if your show wasn’t so great and you get to make extra money if it was. I am the top girl around here, which is why she handed you off to me.” She stopped briefly and took out a key, “This is where you will be with me.” She said while unlocking the door, the room before them was huge and hidden. This room had only seen the tops girls in this business past and present. It was clean, and spacious with a huge kind size bed in the middle. It had it’s own bathroom, with a two person Jacuzzi as the center piece.
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded closing the door behind her.
“Yes, Miss Trisha,” she whispered as she unzipped the yellow sun dress she was wearing.
“The under clothes also,” she spoke taking her own clothes off. It was tradition that the Top girl take in the New Jane and break her in the first night. Trisha’s clothes where off and so where Sistole's. The young girl covered herself with her hands, “I’m done,” she blushed.
“Take your hands down, that is not proper behavior of a Lady of Pleasure,” she hissed snatching the Jane’s hands down to her sides. “Look me in the eyes when I speak to you, eye contact is very important at all times,” Sistole looked her in the eyes as she spoke, “What’s it like being this kinda lady?”
“It’s bad if you don’t know the rules and good if you don’t break them,” Trisha spoke as she ran her hands down Sistole’s sides and back. It took everything in her not to break away, she knew what would happen if she flinched.
“Sistole have you ever been pleasured before?” Trisha had her hands caressing both sides of Sistoles face, when she noticed her ears. “Pointy ears like an elf, I wonder where the Madame found you,” she laughed to herself.
“No I haven’t” Sistole’s crystal blue eyes stared into her Mistresses.
“How do you know if you're pleasing your partner if have no idea what it feels like yourself?” Trisha asked backing the redhead towards the bed.
“I don’t know, they normally just take me and that’s it. Or they make me try on different clothes and buy them at the store for me to wear when they fuck me later” her eyes where burning with defiance.
“Would you like me to show you?” she whispered into Sistole ear as she fell on top of her onto the bed. She begin running her hand down an over Sistole’s chest, which was quite developed for such a young age.
For some reason she wasn’t scared or upset, or even angry. She had never felt pleasure for herself and instead she was curious, “Yes, please show me.”
The answer to that question is what separates the tops girls from the bottom. If she had said no, Trisha would’ve backed off and taken a shower, instructed Sistole to take a bath and gone to sleep. Reported in the morning to the Madame, and re signed her to another girl. Unbeknown to Trisha the Madame only assigned Janes to her top girls when she felt they were going to leave her. She in fact predicted that Trisha would be running away soon with one of her more frequent clients. Granted the Madame loved her girls but she also knew they were replaceable. Which is why she put Sistole with her so she could train her before Trisha took her exit. That was nearly seven years ago.
Present day, Trisha ran away a month later and sent the Madame a postcard from another country. This made the Madame smile to see that one of her girls had found happiness and was living a good life. But boy could she pick em, the Madame made Sistole dye that red hair black to hide the fieriness of her personality. She in fact was the most hated Top Girl she had ever come across in her brothel and the most successful to add salt to their wounds. She got pleasure from being desired and bedded man and women as much as possible. The Madame decided to get her a Jane, and give her a month to train the get Sistole the hell out for her own safety. She was in constant fear that soon as her back was turn they were going to kill her and thus ruin the business and her. Sistole often made the girls feel like if it wasn’t for her they wouldn’t be eating, which isn’t far from the truth. When Trisha left she stole a chunk of the profits and all they had left was savings. Sistole made up 50% of that money in one night but it meant she had to work extra hard. A lot of the girls weren’t pulling their weight, which made her furious. She was walking toward the Dressing room with her new Jane by hand when she hears and argument outside and stopped in her tracks.
“YOU ACT LIKE YOU’RE EVERYTHING AND WE HAVE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU! WELL YOU’RE WRONG *$%#@!” yelled Jasime as the girls rallied behind her.
Sistole’s blue eyes were icy, “Jasime, when is the last time you pulled in the same amount of money I do in a week? It would take you months too equal one day,” Sistole said calmly and went back to powdering her nose.
Jasime smacked the brush out of her hand, “We all work as hard as you do! We walk the same stage! You are no different!” she was hovering over the top girl now.
Sistole stood up, got in her face hissing, “IT’s how you walk that stage that separates you from me, Jasime! Get over it I’m better than you. Until you pull out my numbers you ain’t SHIZNIT!” she snapped shoving the other girl on her ass.
Jasime got up in a rush and lunged at Sistole but she caught a knee to the gut and a fist to her face. All of the girls gasped collectively and gather around Jasime, her nose was bleeding and swelling up. The Madame made her entering and froze at the scene before her, “What the hell happened here?! Sistole did you do this to Jasime?!” she shouted.
Sistole glared at her Madame snatched her Jane’s hand and stomped off to her room, dragging the frightened girl behind her. Sistole got to her room threw the girl in and locked the door behind her she was fuming. She started at the raven haired girl how couldn’t have been more than 16.
“What’s your name?” she demanded try to calm herself down.
“Mow,” she whispered.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you eye contact is very important!” she snapped jerking the girl off the floor and to her feet.
“Yes,” she said staring at Sistole with frightened brown eyes. She reminded her of a raven, that softened her a bit.
“I’m sorry sweetie, my name is Sistole and you just caught me at a bad time,” she sighed holding the girl gently. “You’re going to be my Jane now,” she spoke starting the tradition. The next morning she reported to the Madame and three weeks later she though that Mow was almost ready to go out onto the floor. Sistole herself was tired of the Brothel life and knew that the Madame was expecting her to run off soon. Since this was the routine for all the Top Girls. Jasime hadn’t spoken to her since the day she broke her nose. On the last day of training and her debut Mow went missing.
“Madame, have you seen Mow?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing Sistole. I haven’t seen her since yesterday.”
“I haven’t seen her either! Where is that girl?” Sistole said annoyed although she knew it wasn’t like Mow just to run off without telling her anything.
“GIRLS!” Madame shouted to get their attention. “Have any of you seen Mow?”
“No, Madame,” they said collectively but glared at Sistole. Some even snickered which got her to thinking, ‘where is Jasime!’ She didn’t say anything to the Madame but ran down the hall to Jasime room and knocked loudly on the door.
“She isn’t in there,” on of the girls said from behind her. “But she wanted us to give you this message,” said Jody, Jasime’s little lackey. “Enjoy, you selfish *$%#@!” she sneered as the other girls followed her out of the hallway and back to the dressing room. She could hear their laughter echoing down the hall. At that moment fear griped her heart and she regretted everything she ever did or said to make the girls hate her so much. She unfolded the note and it read “The sins of the Teacher shall fall onto the pupil, and thus if she bleeds you bleed as well.” Tears came down Sistole’s eyes and she ran to the Madame’s chambers screaming, “They’ve done something to her!”
“I already know,” her tone was filled with rage. She was holding Jasime by the hair and whipping her mercilessly, “This little *$%#@ has ruined me! I’ll kill her for all she’s done!” You could hear the chatter outside, Sistole threw back the doors and opened them wide and shouted at the other girls “Where’s MOW!” They stared at Sistole wide eyed, one of them spoke up, “She said that she was going to scare her a little that’s it. She didn’t say she was going to hurt her just scare her.”
Sistole griped the speaker by the throat, “Where is she! What have you done with her?!”
The Madame stopped whipping Jasime so she could speak and demanded, “TELL her what you did with her JANE!” she still had a hold of Jasime’s head and jammed it towards the floor.
“I put her out where the both of you belong in the TRASH!” she shouted defiantly. “I’d do it again, nothing is more satisfying then to hear her scream for you and for her to know that you aren’t coming to save her!” she laughed manically. “NOTHING!” she shouted as she raved, the blood was dripping from her open wounds.
Sistole kicked Jasime hard in the ribs,” Why did you do that? She didn’t do anything to you! YOU *$%#@!” she spat. Sistole left the room in a frenzy calling Mow, throughout the Velvet Curtain. Opening all the doors to every room, bedrooms, dressing room, service rooms, viewing rooms, she looked into them all. Throwing the double doors back she headed into the alleyway behind the Curtain searching there. Continuing two streets over she had been looking into all the dumpsters until she saw a familiar face in one of them. Shrill screams escaped her throat, gripped her chest falling to her knees scraping them. Sistole didn't realize that she was still screaming and covering her ears until people started to gather. Someone looked inside in horror then called the police.
Her vision was so blurred with tears that she couldn’t see in front of her. Her feet started moving and she ran into her room all the way back to the Velvet Curtain. She ran into her room grabbing her purse that contained her earnings from the previous night. With nothing but her purse and the clothes on her back she ran out the side door and continued running without looking back at the brothel. She found herself wondering the streets until the days blurred together. Sistole tried to comfort her grieving heart with needles filled with narcotics but to no avail. In a fog she stopped at a tattoo shop entering an empty lobby.
“Whoa, what’s eating you toots? You look like hell” asked the overly tattooed artist.
“My best friend was killed because of me,” she sobbed instantly.
“Well, shouldn’t you be at home and not in this joint?” the artist motioned to the parlor around him.
“No, I can’t go back there,” she sat down in the chair.
“This seat if for customers only toots, I’m gonna need you to move,” he said gently.
“I want a tattoo,” she whispered. “So she can know that I’ll remember her.”
The artist handed her some tissues which she refused, “Of what darling?”
“Of a raven, because her hair was that black and that’s what I called her,” she spoke while holding her heart, the pain was unbearable the void was deep. “Please put her name under its feet.”
“Ok, can do, this is going to sting,” he warned.
“I don’t care, I feel numb anyway,” she whispered.
He took out his tools and began preparation. Several hours later she was finished and paid. She took to wondering again and she hadn’t stopped crying since she’d left. The days that had turned into weeks of drugs had exhausted her body. With no place to sleep she finally just clasped on the sidewalk her arm falling topside to display her dirty habit. People walked around her to busy with their lives to stop and care about some junkie laid out in the middle of the day. The sun was beating down on her face, warming it a bit but then light was blocked by a strange girl kneeling next to her. She glanced up and noticed her rather large elf ears, the little one brushed her hair jelled to her face aside and said, “What’s the matter with you? I can feel how sad you are,” her unusual eyes were shining brightly with concern.
“Aura! What are you doing?” shouted a teenage boy from behind the elf girl. Sistole could see him running up to her along with a blonde girl.
“Oh Aura, what have you found now?” P’rinka asked standing huffy next to her.
“She’s sad and I wanted to comfort her,” Aura said as some of her silver strands tickled Sistole’s cheek.
P’rinka kneeled down on the other side and rolled Sistole on her back and brushed the hair from her face, “It seems Miss that you need a place to rest. My car isn’t that far from her if you can make it and neither is my Resort,” she smiled gently. “I’m sure the house mothers wouldn’t mind another guest.”
“P’RINKA! Housemother V yelled at us last time for bringing home Aura! You know she and Housemother S are going to have a fit!” Minoru exclaimed leaning in for a closer look, “She’s really pretty. Never mind then, they will just have to deal with it!”
“Just leave me here,” Sistole spoke softly.
“Afraid I can’t do that. Aura would be very upset if we didn’t help you. So you are just going to have to suck it up and come with us.”
Minoru, helped his sister get Sistole to her feet and Aura hummed as they walked her to their car, “Mino here are the keys open the door for us,” she smiled at her cute little brother.
“Yea, yea, doorman I know,” he grunted.
“Oh man that tattoo is going to bleed on my seat,” P’rinka gripped.
Aura took off her shawl and placed it behind Sistole as P’rinka put her in the car, “Better?” she smiled.
“Yes, thank you Aura you are a life savior as always,” P’rinka chuclked as she closed the door. Minoru climbed in front as P’rinka got in the drivers seat and started the car. The conversation was silent as she drove a few blocks before reaching their destination. The Housemothers ran out the greet their children.
“P’rinka! Did you find someone else?” Housemother V scowled peering into the backseat and noticed the girl crying. She softened her tone, “Come on out child. We have a warm bed where you can rest your head.”
“Aura found her didn’t she?” spoke Housemother S.
“Yes, Housemother I did!” she spoke giving her a big hug.
“Come on lets get in the house! I’m hungry!” Mino said avoiding a hug.
Housemother V led Sistole in the house first as the rest followed. “I’m taking her to her room,” she winked as everyone else went in the kitchen to set the table.
“This Resort has been dubbed the Safe Haven we take in wayward souls that come by will, are brought or find and try to heal them any way we can. Our rooms, Housemother S and mine, are on the fourth floor. P’rinka’s and Mino’s and Aura’s there as well. Tressell and soon to be arriving, Stevvonia’s room will be over there. Your room will be where ever you choose on that floor. All of the doors lock and only Housemother S and I have the master keys. We will search your room from time to time if we think it’s necessary. But other than that you will be the only on with access to this room. The keys are on the door frame,” she gave Sistole a motherly hug. “We are available to listen anytime you’re ready,” with a pat on the back and a kiss on the forehead she withdrew and joined the others downstairs in the kitchen.
“Welcome to the Velvet Curtain child, where you are going to learn what it’s like to be a real lady of pleasure,” spoke the Madame as she led the redhead back stage.
“I’m going to learn to be a real lady?” asked the puzzled 13 year old.
The Madame laughed softly, “Of sorts yes,” she said as she busted threw a door that gave way to a huge room where women where dressing and putting on makeup.
“Ladies, this is my new Jane, Sistole. You will treat her with respect and teach the way of this house,” she announced in a strict voice.
“Yes Madame,” was the collective response.
“Trisha, I’m signing this new Jane to you,” she smiled as she spoke, “please make her as successful as you have made me!” With that she pushed Sistole’s back, shoving her in the direction of Trisha.
“I guess you’re my Jane now,” Trisha spoke with a curled smile. “I will teach her don’t worry Madame.”
With that the Madame turned on her heels and left headed towards the lobby to mingle with the guest.
“Sistole, do you know what it means to be a Jane here?” Trisha asked as the other girls closed in around her.
“No I don’t,” Sistole spoke looking at her feet and realizing that maybe life on the corner wasn’t so bad.
“IT means that you are going to do everything I say when I say to do it,” she snapped jerking Sistole’s head up by her chin.
She down turned her eyes, “Yes Miss Trisha.”
The brunette looked at the young redhead and caressed the side of her face, “It won’t be that bad I promise,” she whispered. “Today is my off day so we will go back to my room and rest,” she exclaimed taking the young girls hand and leading her out of the room. She started explaining while they walked, “This is a brothel, in some ways but a strip joint in others. The Madame regulates who sleeps with whom and what time we do our shows. She is really kind for the most part and if you don’t want to sleep around she won’t make you. I don’t mind tho and you get to make up the money if your show wasn’t so great and you get to make extra money if it was. I am the top girl around here, which is why she handed you off to me.” She stopped briefly and took out a key, “This is where you will be with me.” She said while unlocking the door, the room before them was huge and hidden. This room had only seen the tops girls in this business past and present. It was clean, and spacious with a huge kind size bed in the middle. It had it’s own bathroom, with a two person Jacuzzi as the center piece.
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded closing the door behind her.
“Yes, Miss Trisha,” she whispered as she unzipped the yellow sun dress she was wearing.
“The under clothes also,” she spoke taking her own clothes off. It was tradition that the Top girl take in the New Jane and break her in the first night. Trisha’s clothes where off and so where Sistole's. The young girl covered herself with her hands, “I’m done,” she blushed.
“Take your hands down, that is not proper behavior of a Lady of Pleasure,” she hissed snatching the Jane’s hands down to her sides. “Look me in the eyes when I speak to you, eye contact is very important at all times,” Sistole looked her in the eyes as she spoke, “What’s it like being this kinda lady?”
“It’s bad if you don’t know the rules and good if you don’t break them,” Trisha spoke as she ran her hands down Sistole’s sides and back. It took everything in her not to break away, she knew what would happen if she flinched.
“Sistole have you ever been pleasured before?” Trisha had her hands caressing both sides of Sistoles face, when she noticed her ears. “Pointy ears like an elf, I wonder where the Madame found you,” she laughed to herself.
“No I haven’t” Sistole’s crystal blue eyes stared into her Mistresses.
“How do you know if you're pleasing your partner if have no idea what it feels like yourself?” Trisha asked backing the redhead towards the bed.
“I don’t know, they normally just take me and that’s it. Or they make me try on different clothes and buy them at the store for me to wear when they fuck me later” her eyes where burning with defiance.
“Would you like me to show you?” she whispered into Sistole ear as she fell on top of her onto the bed. She begin running her hand down an over Sistole’s chest, which was quite developed for such a young age.
For some reason she wasn’t scared or upset, or even angry. She had never felt pleasure for herself and instead she was curious, “Yes, please show me.”
The answer to that question is what separates the tops girls from the bottom. If she had said no, Trisha would’ve backed off and taken a shower, instructed Sistole to take a bath and gone to sleep. Reported in the morning to the Madame, and re signed her to another girl. Unbeknown to Trisha the Madame only assigned Janes to her top girls when she felt they were going to leave her. She in fact predicted that Trisha would be running away soon with one of her more frequent clients. Granted the Madame loved her girls but she also knew they were replaceable. Which is why she put Sistole with her so she could train her before Trisha took her exit. That was nearly seven years ago.
Present day, Trisha ran away a month later and sent the Madame a postcard from another country. This made the Madame smile to see that one of her girls had found happiness and was living a good life. But boy could she pick em, the Madame made Sistole dye that red hair black to hide the fieriness of her personality. She in fact was the most hated Top Girl she had ever come across in her brothel and the most successful to add salt to their wounds. She got pleasure from being desired and bedded man and women as much as possible. The Madame decided to get her a Jane, and give her a month to train the get Sistole the hell out for her own safety. She was in constant fear that soon as her back was turn they were going to kill her and thus ruin the business and her. Sistole often made the girls feel like if it wasn’t for her they wouldn’t be eating, which isn’t far from the truth. When Trisha left she stole a chunk of the profits and all they had left was savings. Sistole made up 50% of that money in one night but it meant she had to work extra hard. A lot of the girls weren’t pulling their weight, which made her furious. She was walking toward the Dressing room with her new Jane by hand when she hears and argument outside and stopped in her tracks.
“YOU ACT LIKE YOU’RE EVERYTHING AND WE HAVE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU! WELL YOU’RE WRONG *$%#@!” yelled Jasime as the girls rallied behind her.
Sistole’s blue eyes were icy, “Jasime, when is the last time you pulled in the same amount of money I do in a week? It would take you months too equal one day,” Sistole said calmly and went back to powdering her nose.
Jasime smacked the brush out of her hand, “We all work as hard as you do! We walk the same stage! You are no different!” she was hovering over the top girl now.
Sistole stood up, got in her face hissing, “IT’s how you walk that stage that separates you from me, Jasime! Get over it I’m better than you. Until you pull out my numbers you ain’t SHIZNIT!” she snapped shoving the other girl on her ass.
Jasime got up in a rush and lunged at Sistole but she caught a knee to the gut and a fist to her face. All of the girls gasped collectively and gather around Jasime, her nose was bleeding and swelling up. The Madame made her entering and froze at the scene before her, “What the hell happened here?! Sistole did you do this to Jasime?!” she shouted.
Sistole glared at her Madame snatched her Jane’s hand and stomped off to her room, dragging the frightened girl behind her. Sistole got to her room threw the girl in and locked the door behind her she was fuming. She started at the raven haired girl how couldn’t have been more than 16.
“What’s your name?” she demanded try to calm herself down.
“Mow,” she whispered.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you eye contact is very important!” she snapped jerking the girl off the floor and to her feet.
“Yes,” she said staring at Sistole with frightened brown eyes. She reminded her of a raven, that softened her a bit.
“I’m sorry sweetie, my name is Sistole and you just caught me at a bad time,” she sighed holding the girl gently. “You’re going to be my Jane now,” she spoke starting the tradition. The next morning she reported to the Madame and three weeks later she though that Mow was almost ready to go out onto the floor. Sistole herself was tired of the Brothel life and knew that the Madame was expecting her to run off soon. Since this was the routine for all the Top Girls. Jasime hadn’t spoken to her since the day she broke her nose. On the last day of training and her debut Mow went missing.
“Madame, have you seen Mow?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing Sistole. I haven’t seen her since yesterday.”
“I haven’t seen her either! Where is that girl?” Sistole said annoyed although she knew it wasn’t like Mow just to run off without telling her anything.
“GIRLS!” Madame shouted to get their attention. “Have any of you seen Mow?”
“No, Madame,” they said collectively but glared at Sistole. Some even snickered which got her to thinking, ‘where is Jasime!’ She didn’t say anything to the Madame but ran down the hall to Jasime room and knocked loudly on the door.
“She isn’t in there,” on of the girls said from behind her. “But she wanted us to give you this message,” said Jody, Jasime’s little lackey. “Enjoy, you selfish *$%#@!” she sneered as the other girls followed her out of the hallway and back to the dressing room. She could hear their laughter echoing down the hall. At that moment fear griped her heart and she regretted everything she ever did or said to make the girls hate her so much. She unfolded the note and it read “The sins of the Teacher shall fall onto the pupil, and thus if she bleeds you bleed as well.” Tears came down Sistole’s eyes and she ran to the Madame’s chambers screaming, “They’ve done something to her!”
“I already know,” her tone was filled with rage. She was holding Jasime by the hair and whipping her mercilessly, “This little *$%#@ has ruined me! I’ll kill her for all she’s done!” You could hear the chatter outside, Sistole threw back the doors and opened them wide and shouted at the other girls “Where’s MOW!” They stared at Sistole wide eyed, one of them spoke up, “She said that she was going to scare her a little that’s it. She didn’t say she was going to hurt her just scare her.”
Sistole griped the speaker by the throat, “Where is she! What have you done with her?!”
The Madame stopped whipping Jasime so she could speak and demanded, “TELL her what you did with her JANE!” she still had a hold of Jasime’s head and jammed it towards the floor.
“I put her out where the both of you belong in the TRASH!” she shouted defiantly. “I’d do it again, nothing is more satisfying then to hear her scream for you and for her to know that you aren’t coming to save her!” she laughed manically. “NOTHING!” she shouted as she raved, the blood was dripping from her open wounds.
Sistole kicked Jasime hard in the ribs,” Why did you do that? She didn’t do anything to you! YOU *$%#@!” she spat. Sistole left the room in a frenzy calling Mow, throughout the Velvet Curtain. Opening all the doors to every room, bedrooms, dressing room, service rooms, viewing rooms, she looked into them all. Throwing the double doors back she headed into the alleyway behind the Curtain searching there. Continuing two streets over she had been looking into all the dumpsters until she saw a familiar face in one of them. Shrill screams escaped her throat, gripped her chest falling to her knees scraping them. Sistole didn't realize that she was still screaming and covering her ears until people started to gather. Someone looked inside in horror then called the police.
Her vision was so blurred with tears that she couldn’t see in front of her. Her feet started moving and she ran into her room all the way back to the Velvet Curtain. She ran into her room grabbing her purse that contained her earnings from the previous night. With nothing but her purse and the clothes on her back she ran out the side door and continued running without looking back at the brothel. She found herself wondering the streets until the days blurred together. Sistole tried to comfort her grieving heart with needles filled with narcotics but to no avail. In a fog she stopped at a tattoo shop entering an empty lobby.
“Whoa, what’s eating you toots? You look like hell” asked the overly tattooed artist.
“My best friend was killed because of me,” she sobbed instantly.
“Well, shouldn’t you be at home and not in this joint?” the artist motioned to the parlor around him.
“No, I can’t go back there,” she sat down in the chair.
“This seat if for customers only toots, I’m gonna need you to move,” he said gently.
“I want a tattoo,” she whispered. “So she can know that I’ll remember her.”
The artist handed her some tissues which she refused, “Of what darling?”
“Of a raven, because her hair was that black and that’s what I called her,” she spoke while holding her heart, the pain was unbearable the void was deep. “Please put her name under its feet.”
“Ok, can do, this is going to sting,” he warned.
“I don’t care, I feel numb anyway,” she whispered.
He took out his tools and began preparation. Several hours later she was finished and paid. She took to wondering again and she hadn’t stopped crying since she’d left. The days that had turned into weeks of drugs had exhausted her body. With no place to sleep she finally just clasped on the sidewalk her arm falling topside to display her dirty habit. People walked around her to busy with their lives to stop and care about some junkie laid out in the middle of the day. The sun was beating down on her face, warming it a bit but then light was blocked by a strange girl kneeling next to her. She glanced up and noticed her rather large elf ears, the little one brushed her hair jelled to her face aside and said, “What’s the matter with you? I can feel how sad you are,” her unusual eyes were shining brightly with concern.
“Aura! What are you doing?” shouted a teenage boy from behind the elf girl. Sistole could see him running up to her along with a blonde girl.
“Oh Aura, what have you found now?” P’rinka asked standing huffy next to her.
“She’s sad and I wanted to comfort her,” Aura said as some of her silver strands tickled Sistole’s cheek.
P’rinka kneeled down on the other side and rolled Sistole on her back and brushed the hair from her face, “It seems Miss that you need a place to rest. My car isn’t that far from her if you can make it and neither is my Resort,” she smiled gently. “I’m sure the house mothers wouldn’t mind another guest.”
“P’RINKA! Housemother V yelled at us last time for bringing home Aura! You know she and Housemother S are going to have a fit!” Minoru exclaimed leaning in for a closer look, “She’s really pretty. Never mind then, they will just have to deal with it!”
“Just leave me here,” Sistole spoke softly.
“Afraid I can’t do that. Aura would be very upset if we didn’t help you. So you are just going to have to suck it up and come with us.”
Minoru, helped his sister get Sistole to her feet and Aura hummed as they walked her to their car, “Mino here are the keys open the door for us,” she smiled at her cute little brother.
“Yea, yea, doorman I know,” he grunted.
“Oh man that tattoo is going to bleed on my seat,” P’rinka gripped.
Aura took off her shawl and placed it behind Sistole as P’rinka put her in the car, “Better?” she smiled.
“Yes, thank you Aura you are a life savior as always,” P’rinka chuclked as she closed the door. Minoru climbed in front as P’rinka got in the drivers seat and started the car. The conversation was silent as she drove a few blocks before reaching their destination. The Housemothers ran out the greet their children.
“P’rinka! Did you find someone else?” Housemother V scowled peering into the backseat and noticed the girl crying. She softened her tone, “Come on out child. We have a warm bed where you can rest your head.”
“Aura found her didn’t she?” spoke Housemother S.
“Yes, Housemother I did!” she spoke giving her a big hug.
“Come on lets get in the house! I’m hungry!” Mino said avoiding a hug.
Housemother V led Sistole in the house first as the rest followed. “I’m taking her to her room,” she winked as everyone else went in the kitchen to set the table.
“This Resort has been dubbed the Safe Haven we take in wayward souls that come by will, are brought or find and try to heal them any way we can. Our rooms, Housemother S and mine, are on the fourth floor. P’rinka’s and Mino’s and Aura’s there as well. Tressell and soon to be arriving, Stevvonia’s room will be over there. Your room will be where ever you choose on that floor. All of the doors lock and only Housemother S and I have the master keys. We will search your room from time to time if we think it’s necessary. But other than that you will be the only on with access to this room. The keys are on the door frame,” she gave Sistole a motherly hug. “We are available to listen anytime you’re ready,” with a pat on the back and a kiss on the forehead she withdrew and joined the others downstairs in the kitchen.