5 Chapter 5 - mother
"Lorraine, you took much longer than necessary", Damien said , he sounded alot like a stressed mother of 5 children.
"Your not my mother, Damien", she taunted whilst I stood with my 'assigned kidnapper'. I was kinda surprised at the sides of Damien I'd have never seen.
Although I didn't hear their whole ordeal as an exaggerated sigh was let out beside me. It was guy who kidnapped me and I couldn't help my flare of emotions.
"Hey!", I barked at him ready to bite but a single glance was enough to make me bite my own words back.
He stared at me expectantly, raising a brow.
"I - Its not nice to kidnap people, you know", I muttered whilst turning my neck away from him. My voice less demanding and more of a, 'I'm sorry don't hurt me' type of vibe.
He just snorted and completely ignored me.
"Damien", kidnapper man said. His voice held enough authority to calm the both of them down as they turned at him, "your mother is a fast woman", he stated as a matter of fact.
"Right", Damiens eyes snapped to me and I felt abit nervous. He came by me swiftly grabbing my shoulders with his arm as I inched my body away from him.
"Lorraine this Meg, my new human pet", he introduced me to her but I stood there confused, 'human pet?!' What does that mean?
"She has a European name!", she cried, "She's a European human, Oh My God mother will kill you!".
I unconsciously covered my ears at her ear bleeding shriek.
"Precisely, which is why I need your help", Damien stated calmly in comparison whilst I said.
"I'm actually American", but was of course completely ignored.
"What should I do?", she suddenly changed demeanor as if she was a completely different person.
"Clothes, presentation, speech", he listed and then pulled out some papers whilst grinning," and of course forged identity".
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"So like how exactly would Damiens mom come here? on a rocket ship?", I questioned the taller more sophisticated lady, while moving my eyes subtly to the curtained window.
She was looking through her closet and just growled back at me.
"We have a Telaporting system", she finally answered as she pulled out a small dress. Damn...
"This might just do", she sounded tired after nearly ripping her closet apart. "Here", she passed it to me, "put that on and these", she pointed to a pair of black ballet slippers.
Black dress, black slippers, was somebody dead?
"Do you mind the name Gan Me?", she asked whilst scribbling the name down on the large stack of papers.
She proceeded to ask me other questions like age, parents name, ethnicity and then gave suitable falsified information based on the actual information.
And then strutted out, her heels clicking harshly against the floor.
I sighed, Lorraine gave me my privacy as I began to strip and put on the dress and shoes. Taking good care of my original clothes. I left the room.
"Lorraine!, what exactly is gonna happen to my other clothes?", but I was greeted with silence.
I thought she'd just wait outside, but there wasn't a trace of her when I stuck my head out into the hallway.
"Lorraine!", I called. No reply. I sighed, 'I should have kept an ear out for those loud heels'.
I tiptoed through the cramped hallways, an enigma compared to the large, spacious house.
Eventually I saw the edge of the stairs, Lorraines long waterfall of blonde hair visible and I was ready to call her name until I heard someone unfamiliar speak.
"Darlings?", it was a classy, high pitched voice and suddenly Lorraines quick absence made sense.
