The School Room
by Koalas
Chapter 3 - Rescue

What really is happening to all of those missing kids you see on milk cartons? I have no idea either, but it makes the excuse for a story.

Chapter 02 The Rescue

Elisabeth was in the beauty room getting another hair extension.

“This will be your last one Elisabeth. The sultan thought how beautiful you would look with a really full head of hair down to the floor. It's now one the floor, so I will not be adding anymore to it.” she said.

I felt like he was going to use me for sweeping the floors. As I walked I could feel it dragging behind me.

No one knew her name, And the few people who asked were zapped. The message was clear. We could talk to her about what to do to take care of what ever it was that was done to us, but no talking about anything else. She was not to be a mother figure. She was the designer of women. Someone that the sultan had to make the boys into the girls that the sultan wanted.

Today started out to be full of surprises. First Penelope was going to marry the sultan. But something happened and that was called off for now. “The sultan was called away and will have to postpone his marriage to Penelope for a while.” is the way that the mysterious voice it.

Elisabeth went back to 'her' bed. She started to braid her new hair. She knew that if she cut it she would be punished. Punishment hurt. The necklace that was locked around ones neck was nothing more than a battery and two points on each side to shock anyone for any of the million infractions of being a boy, or not being enough of a girl. Not talking in a girlish fashion was just the latest major infraction. Elisabeth had to think real hard of what her boy name us to be even now after only two months here.

After she was about halfway finished is when 'she heard the first explosion. After the last few days 'she' found that 'she' was changing the pronoun of 'herself' like everyone else was. Next she started to hear thunder. A lot of quick low rumbling was going on.

Then Cora said. “They must be attaching this place. We must be in the middle east, and war is going on outside.”

“Maybe we are being saved” Susan said.

Just then the doors burst open and guys came running through. They had rifles and started shooting people. Everyone ran. But there was no place to run. Elisabeth figured that out. So she dropped and tried to get between two mattresses. The noise suddenly stopped. She was to scared to move.

There was total silence, then she heard “Crap”. “Charlie, lets make sure that no one else down there gets killed. I'll guard the door, and you back me up. 'This is Sam, the harem is securer. They were killing the girls down here, they must have already shot a dozen. We need ambulances and medical people down here. We are below the basement, behind a hidden door that we found while trailing two goons. Over'”

Then I heard some crying. So I looked up from where I was. There was girls that were scared as I was, but also some that were just looking at the blood flowing out of their bodies. I reacted.

“Quick, check anyone that's hurt if someone's bleeding then get some clothes and put it against the wound and try to make it stop bleeding.”

No one moved. So I yelled. “Get up and help each other! And do it NOW!”

“Red class get up to the second floor and check out everyone up stairs.” I yelled. “Yellow class, check that no one is hurt in your class then make sure that everyone is helping. Find more clothes for rags. If anyone has something that can be used to tie the bandages then us it. Strip if you have something on that has nothing but strings.” Most of the 'clothes' that we wore were just pieces of cloth held on with strings.

I started up the stairs. “Check anyone that looks dead. If they are still bleeding they they are still alive so try to stop the blood. If you find someone who is not breathing then start blowing air into their mouth.” I yelled.

“That's sick” Sophia next to me said.

“Do it now. It might save their life and it's not as sick as what they have been having us do since they captured us.” I yelled at everyone and no one in particular.

“Your some girl” the guy said to me. He had FBI on the back of his jacket.

“We are all boy's, or at least we use to be all boys.” I said to him. “They have been conditioning us since they brought us here.”

“Damn” was all he said. And then turned back toward the way that he came.

“You had better watch the ceiling also. That's where they feed us from. It lowers, and they might try to shoot you from there” I said.

He looked behind him, and then said “Charlie, lets move back, if the kid is right then they would get us both before we knew what happened to us.” “Control, we need backup here, there is about a hundred kids here, they have shot to many to count and the rest are going to need protection, call in everybody that you have to and get back up on top of back up down here.”

I could almost hear the radio in his ear. “...checking every room... ...shooting from behind doors. Will get people down there as soon as possible.”

Then I lost track of time. I started to show the other kids what little first aid I knew. I moved from one kid to another. At some point I threw up, but keep going after all, they were dieing slowly.

Then at long last other people started coming in through the doors. First it was just a few more guys with FBI on the backs. Then POLICE started showing up on the backs of people. Then the fist gurney showed up and we started placing girls on them. At last I laid down and cried and never stopped.

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I woke up in my bed at home.