World of Women - World of Women - V1 - Chapter 22
Morning the next day, I woke, having only had about two hours of sleep. My eyes were blurry and red, and I felt like a zombie as I brushed my teeth and tried to put myself together. Rose said she was going to stay the night and would return some time in the morning. Perhaps, with Aunt Rose here, she could help me with finding Hannah. The security detail had done as much as they could, and had come up empty.
Hannah had told the security when she left that she was heading to a fast food place, but when they had called the location she had logged, there was no evidence she had been there. The security was just there to keep people from breaking in, and they werenāt exactly trained private investigators. Suffice it to say, they quickly ran out of steam. I considered going to Madison a few times, but I didnāt want to upset her further. Thatās when the door rang in the twilight hours of the morning.
I ran down the hall ready to answer it, but of course, security had already intercepted it, and it wasnāt Hannah. Rather, it was a packaging service, and they delivered a small envelope. The envelope was addressed to me, so I couldnāt do anything but sign for it and take it. The packaging lady tried to hit on me, but Charleneās presence intimidated her and she quickly left with a frustrated look on her face.
āA holotape?ā I muttered, pulling out the long flash-drive-like device Iād come to know for containing media.
I looked through the envelope two more times, and the holotape was the only thing in it. Aunt Rose had destroyed the VS she bought last night, so that only left Madisonās VS holotape player. I let out a sigh. It seemed like fate was determined to have me see Madison either way. I had no clue what the tape was, but I had a sinking suspicion that it had to do with Hannah. Thus, my desire to see what was on the tape quickly peaked.
I ran over to Madisonās room and knocked loudly. It took a moment before the door opened. Madison peaked outside and her eyes were red as well. It looked like she had been crying for half the night. Charlene was still standing behind me, but I didnāt hesitate to push myself forward, shoving Madison back into the room and closing the door, cutting off Charlene. I didnāt really care what Charlene thought about the situation. Now wasnāt the time for being tactful.
āB-brother!ā Madison let out a cry as she saw me lock the door and turn towards her. āWe canātā¦ā
āMadison, I need-ā
āAh!ā Madison let out a cry while backing up her knees, which had hit the side of the bed, causing her to fall back. āBrotherā¦ Iā¦ Iā¦ā
Madison finally closed her eyes, trying to ease her breathing, āJ-just onceā¦ okayā¦ one last time. I absolutely wonāt change my mind!ā
āAhhhā¦ I need your holotape player.ā I scratched the back of my neck, looking a little bit awkward.
āEh? Ah? Oh!ā Madison turned red, growing increasingly flustered before turning away and diving for a drawer, pulling out her VS player I had only seen once before.
She handed the device to me with both hands while looking away.
āThank you!ā I nodded as I took her tape player.
āStupid brotherā¦ā Madisonās words were barely audible out the side of her mouth.
āMadison, do you know where Hannah is at all?ā I asked while ignoring Madisonās behavior.
āEh? Hannah?ā Madisonās expression stiffened. āWhat about Hannah?ā
āShe left last night, and she hasnāt been home,ā I responded, sitting on the bed a distance from Madison and turning on the VS while trying to figure out how to put in the holotape.
āHannah is gone?ā Madisonās worried face lasted only a second before she twisted her mouth and turned away. āItās none of my problem. Sheās not my sister.ā
āShe is your sister,ā I responded back, only now getting how the holotape slid onto the VS.
āNoā¦ā Madison gave me a tearful look that caused me to stop for a moment. āDonāt you get it? Iāve always been trying to protect her, but all I ever did was annoy her. She said it herself, Iām not her real sister. Thatās genuinely how she sees me.ā
I stared at Madison, lost as to what to say. The truth was, I didnāt know what was going through Hannahās mind. She was always such a quiet and reserved girl like her Mother. It had never even occurred to me she had such thoughts. Even a day later, I didnāt know how to respond to her comments. I had hopes of getting to Hannah and convincing her to make good with Madison, but with Hannah gone, I was put in a hard place, and I, unfortunately, didnāt have the answers.
āHello, Clyburn.ā A distorted voice suddenly came from the VS, the holotape choosing that second to finally start playing.
The voice also startled Madison, who turned to the video screen. The screen was dark and grainy, the video taken at night in what looked like a grungy area. However, after a brief focusing, a person came into view. The person was none other than Hannah. Madison audibly gasped next to me, while my hands tightened on the VS player.
āIf youāre playing this, then Iām sure you recognize your dear little sister here,ā the distorted voice continued, a harsh thing that sounded neither man nor woman and made my skin crawl. āWe caught her walking around aimlessly at night, the poor little thing. We were just going to play with her for a while, but then we found out she had a brother. Weād rather play with you.ā
As the voice spoke, the camera tittered around Hannah. She was squinting into the light with her hand raised up, and she looked like she accumulated several scratches and bruises. She looked in an okay shape other than that she had been crying for some time. Her clothing was together, but dirtied, and her face seemed like a mix between anger and fear. My entire body was shaking, and I realized I had been holding the VS tightly enough the image was flickering a bit. I loosened my grip.
āFaeri wants to see you. Youāll get a new package tonight with the rendezvous point. Come alone. Donāt call the cops, Iāll know if you do. If you comply, youāll get to see your precious sister again. If you donāt, wellā¦ Iāll personally turn your little sister into my bitch. Sheāll come to like the taste of pussy, I think. Hahahahaā¦ā
The tape went to static as quickly as it had started. I turned to Madison. Her mouth was open, but once again her eyes quickly flashed and she looked down, not willing to meet my eyes anymore.
āMadisonā¦ Hannah, sheās been kidnapped.ā
āMmā¦ā Madison murmured while closing her eyes.
āI need your help. Youāre the only family Iāve got right now. We need to figure this out.ā
Madison remained quiet for a moment before shaking her head. āNoā¦ā
āNo? This is Hannah. Sheās our sister!ā
āSheās your sister!ā
āDamn it, Madison, this isnāt the time to be fighting. Please, will you help me?ā
āI wonāt!ā
āWhy do you have to act like a god damn chil-ā I stopped my words as Madison stared at me defiantly.
I had stood up and was now hovering over her, my voice raising to the point of a shout. Thatās when the reality hit me. Madison was a child. She was only a sixteen-year-old girl. Hannah was only fifteen.Ā These were just girls. While Mom and Aunt Rose were able to easily reconcile as adults, expecting the same thing from kids was perhaps asking too much. They were selfish, and childish, and confused. I wasnāt too much better, prone to my own emotional outbursts and mistakes, but at least I had my memories as reference. I could subjectively evaluate the situation. My sisters werenāt so lucky. They were just kids that had to grow up the hard way.
Madison had felt betrayed by Hannah. After all, she had dedicated such a large chunk of her life to protecting her sister. She had always felt protective of Hannah, her younger sister. For that sister to suddenly turn into a person you donāt even recognize, and worse, refuse to acknowledge your family bonds, it hurt Madison too much. It wasnāt finding out Noah wasnāt her father that crushed Madison that night, it was Hannah.
āIā¦ understand.ā I stood up, giving Madison one last sad look before I turned and walked out of the room.
As I approached the door, something in my eyes must have triggered Madison, because she suddenly spoke. āWait!ā
I stopped, looking back to see my sister, standing and rummaging through her nightstand. She pulled something out and handed it to me. It was a sheet of paper with an address written on it. I looked questioningly from the sheet in my hands to Madisonās face. Madison refused to meet my eyes, but she still spoke.
āItās the address of someone who might be able to help. Itās all I can do.ā
I finally gave a slow nod. āThank you.ā
āBroth- Clyburnā¦ā Madison spoke out, causing me to stop for a moment. āIāve already got the okay to move to the dorms. A car will come to pick me up later today. I wonāt be here when you get backā¦ā
āAlready?ā My mouth falls open in shock.
āI had been thinking about doing this for some timeā¦ Iām sixteen now, I donāt need Momās permission.ā Madison kept her eyes down. āYouāll keep her safe, wonāt you? Make sure to bring her back safely. Iāll never forgive you if she gets hurt.ā
I slowly nodded with a sigh and then shot Madison a severe look. āAnd you watch out for yourself as well.ā
āHuh?ā
āNext year, Iām coming to the Academy. Iāll be looking to bring you home. I wonāt rest until youāre mine, body and soul!ā
āAh!ā Madison let out a cry before turning her head and saying with a pout. āR-r-ridiculous!ā
I gave a slight smile but didnāt say another word as I unlocked the door and left the room while Madison looked on worriedly. Madison might be proud, selfish, and stubborn, but she was a good girl, after all. Ā I knew that Madison loved me. That was all that was important. When she said sheād do it with another boy, she said it just to anger me. She was just a sixteen-year-old girl, after all.
I knew my Madison, the woman I loved, better than that. She was afraid Iād leave her after I went to the Academy. I could beg and whine and force Madison to stay in the house, but if I did things that way, somewhere deep down, sheād always resent me for it. My only choice was to show Madison that I was a better man. I wanted my sister completely. For that, I couldnāt focus on temporary gains. I needed to see the big picture.
I had spent the last year in self-indulgence. I needed to grow up. Itās time to start bringing my family back together. I meant what I said to Mom. Iām not going to hide behind my age anymore. Iām the man of the house, and itās my responsibility to do what I have to. That included bringing my sisters back to me and keeping all of my women happy.
āCharlene, have a car brought around. Iām going to this address.ā I lifted up a piece of paper in my hand.
āMaster, your Mother-ā
āSheās not here, and she left me in charge. Iāll take all responsibility for my actions. However, Hannah is in danger, and if you keep me from protecting herā¦ā I stopped, continuing to walk without finishing what I said.
I actually didnāt know what Iād do. Tell Mom? Charlene seemed to have a better imagination than I did, since she gulped and nodded.
āYes, Master, Iāll call one in immediately.ā
I headed straight to the lobby while Charlene gave a few quick orders over the radio. By the time I walked out the front doors, there was indeed a limousine waiting for me. It wasnāt some fancy stretch model, just a fairly run of the mill car, but the fact it was floating still gave me pause.
I half expected that barking orders wouldnāt work, so I was shocked I had made it this far so easily. Could I have always just said Iād leave and then leave? Did I need to go through a year of isolation, or did it take Mom being out of the house for me to regain my independence? I didnāt know the answer to that question any more than I knew how these hover cars worked. Itās magic, right? I found myself too embarrassed to ask. Iād use directness to get Charlene to follow my orders up to this point, and if I started acting like a wide-eyed youth, Iād lose all the ground I gained.
So, I quietly waited for someone to open the door, and I stepped into the car. The inside wasnāt much different from the cars in my own world. It looked like some forms came from being functional, and werenāt always a decorative trend. However, the car also made no motor noise. When the car started moving, it was a bit disconcerting. There was no rumble or feel of pavement. Instead, there was just a humming noise that kind of reminded me of an airplane.
Charlene sat across from me, remaining vigilant as my guard. I didnāt explain myself to her. I wasnāt completely convinced I should. She hadnāt been around for a long time, and was a very by-the-books woman. As long as she followed my orders, itād be enough.
Our land was actually about 50 acres, surrounded by a thicket of the forest. I was allowed outside occasionally, but that usually meant the flower garden in the back or running in a nearby field. The path leading up to our house wasnāt even concrete, but a gravely substance. Then again, was there a need for concrete in a world with hover cars?
The answer to that question appeared to be yes. As we passed a fence that defined the boundary of my prison, we ended up on a standard road heading about sixty miles an hour. This was the first time in my fourteen years of life I remember ever being this far away from home. My heart started to palpitate for a moment, but I quickly brought it under control. Thankfully, I had thirty-five years of memories to fall back on, or I would have been a complete mess right now. It was just a temporary jolt of anxiety, nothing more.
We headed down a highway for about twenty minutes. There were occasional properties, but nothing that looked much different than my own experiences. Most of the locations looked ritzy and Victorian. However, it was after those twenty minutes that I started to see a city in the distance. I looked down at the address on the little paper.
āAmaryllisā¦ā I muttered.
āIt will be the Amaryllis Academy that you attend next year,ā the driver spoke up, looking back with a grin. āIām a senior their now. I can show you around when- hey!ā
As soon as she started talking, Charlene hit the window, closing off the front driver section from the passenger section. The girl herself was somewhat pretty, especially in the uniform. However, she was giving me a look sort of like the ambulance women. It was a feral predatory look that made me uncomfortable, so I didnāt mind Charleneās rude act. I still gave Charlene a questioning expression.
āSheās a temp. I apologize for letting her speak to you,ā Charlene said matter-of-factually.
I turned away to hide my complicated expression. āItās fine.ā
Itās not like I was a celebrity or something, so it was a little weird to be protected from girls talking to me. However, this was the world I lived in now. The first three working women Iāve met and every single one immediately started hitting on me. My head would have been bigger if Mom hadnāt coached me for the last year on how much women intended to use me. I was caught off guard by the first girl, but Iām quickly coming to appreciate my Momās advice and protection. I canāt imagine how I would have ended up had I been allowed to interact with more women earlier on before I could get a grip on my hormones. Itād be Nada times one hundred.
The city became clearer through the fog.Ā Now that I thought about it, there was often a lot of fog around the mansion too. I wondered if this city was just a naturally foggy place, like London. In fact, old London was what immediately came to my mind as we drove through. It had a rustic appearance. There were no skyscrapers. Instead, the city was sprawling as far as the eye could see. Thatās when I saw something that caused me to blink several times.
āWhat are those?ā I nearly leaped out of my seat, any attempt to look mature was destroyed in an instant as I pushed my face against the windowed glass in awe.
āThe islands?ā Charlene answered. āAh, yes, there are ten islands in Amaryllis. Theyāre mostly owned by conglomerates and businesses. Amaryllis Academy is on an island as wellā¦ for studentsā safety.ā
Islands? Theyāre floating! Above the sprawling city of Amaryllis, are numerous floating islands with more buildings on them. As Charlene suggested, many of them had smokestacks flying out of them. How did they do this? Well, if they could make cars float, I supposed they could make islands float too. No wonder they didnāt build skyscrapers. There was no limitation of land space when you could float anything at any height.
However, the sight of the islands was only the first shocking thing to come into view. As my eyes looked on, there were numerous flying vehicles as well. The cars seemed to mostly stay on the ground, but every island had a trolley system that ran up to the island. The sky also seemed to contain ships. No, not airplanes, but actual airships. Some of them looked sort of like nautical ships, but most of them resembled blimps with the dirigible balloon too small to possibly work.
I forgot all attempts to look like a leader as I stared out at all the crazy things. Some of them I read about, but it wasnāt like our library had a fiction and nonfiction section. I never had an idea of what was true and what was made up. Furthermore, hearing something described in books and seeing it were two very different things. For the first time in a year, I realized that I really was living in another world. This was nothing like my old world.
The people wore outfits shabbier than mine. At least, I could tell the cuts werenāt as nice. However, they also werenāt that much different. The dress looked somewhat antiquated, but also somewhat novel. It had a Victorian vibe to it, just like everything else, but also a decorative cleanliness to it. Everything looked antique, but also fancy. It was like driving through a Ren Faire clothing exhibit, except the designs on the outfits were more uniformed, manufactured, and refined.
āWeāre here,ā Charlene suddenly spoke up, causing me to fall out of my revelry.
I gave a nod and got out of the car once the driver opened the door for me. She looked like she wanted to talk with me more, almost bouncing on her feet as she continued to take several sneaky glances in my direction, but a sharp look from Charlene seemed to keep her from approaching.
I glanced around the street to find we were in a darker area of town. The brick buildings looked run down and the street lights were far fewer. Most of the buildings were 2-3 stories tall, and they had a rough look to them. Overall, this world seemed to have a greater emphasis on artistic architecture, so even though aged, the area looked beautiful, but in a beautiful wasteland kind of way. I could tell that this wasnāt a nice area of town, but when it was first built, it would have been quite decent. Itās the kind of place that would have been restored and called the historic district in my own world.
āStay here.ā I gave the command as I walked up the gravel path to the front door.
I was shocked when Charlene actually listened. What made Mom like Charlene was also part of what made Charlene a poor guard. She was very by the book. So, since I was in charge, sheād follow my commands. As I walked up to the building, I couldnāt help remembering my former head of security, Brooke. She wasnāt like Charlene at all. Sheād do what needed to be done to protect who she needed to protect, and only took orders more as a suggestion. I couldnāt help but think she would have followed me regardless, or perhaps even forced me to wait.
I couldnāt think of these kinds of things now. I had finally reached the door. I reached out and rang the doorbell. However, after two times without a peep, I figured that it didnāt work, I gave the door a solid knock. I barely managed to land the second knock when the door opened. A young girl poked her head out the door, and her entire appearance caused my eyes to widen. She had her black hair up in two pigtails. She was wearing a sweater shirt which exposed her belly button, and she also had a skirt on that was plaid. This, combined with two slanted eyes and a dark complexion, gave me a sight Iād never have expected in another world.
āAā¦ Japanese schoolgirl?ā my mouth couldnāt help but fall open at the sight of this strange phenomenon.
Everyone I had ever encountered, which admittedly werenāt many, had a distinctly western appearance. To see a Japanese beauty, not just a Japanese beauty, but a young, teenage Japanese beauty wearing what could only be considered erotic cosplay, the sight had surely shocked me.
The girl giggled at the sight of me, covering her mouth before she turned behind her and shouted. āBabe! We got a man here!ā
Even her voice, which was youthful and pleasing, dripped of a Japanese accent. It was clear that English was not her native tongue. Was this the person my sister had sent me to see? No, that couldnāt be it, then it had to be whoever she shouted to? There was a loud burp and sound of someone getting up. There was what sounded like beer bottles being knocked over, as well as the shuffling of someone coming over. I couldnāt see into the home, but the house had a messy vibe. Was this a man? How did my Madison know of the location of a man?
A strong arm wrapped around the Japanese schoolgirl, looking like it might have lewdly groped her if it wasnāt holding a bottle of whiskey. The girl blushed and giggled, leaning back onto the form behind her. The face moved out of the shadows of the doorway and finally came into my line of vision. When I made out their face, I saw frown aimed at me.
āOh, itās youā¦ā My shoulders sagged instantly as I saw a familiar face that I had just been thinking about.
āYouā¦ kid, what the hell are you doing on my doorstep?ā
āHello, Brooke.ā I looked up at the best chance my sister had given me to find Hannah. āI need your help.ā