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The car started rocking from side to side. Then, with a deafening sound of canvass tearing and metal rods bending, the roof of the convertible came away. Paul, Anna and JJ covered there heads. When the sound had abated it was replaced by the sound of teenage girls giggling. They looked up. There were three faces looking down at them, there heads pressed together as if each wanted to be closest to the car. The faces were of pretty adolescent girls, two white and one black, they each had a look of inquisitiveness. A strand of blond hair from of one of the girl's forehead touched seat next to JJ. The three occupants stared up in disbelief, at three metres across each, the three girls faces completely filled up their field of view. There was a stunned silence on both sides. The three in the car staring up in disbelief at the three staring down.
One of the girls let out a giggle. ``Wow, so this is them. Which one do you think is JJ?''
``I think its that one.'' A finger with a long white nail, with several pink and blue hearts on it, came from nowhere and waved in front of Paul's face. He cowered back in his seat, his arms in front of his face trying to defined himself.
``No it can't be that one, look at that bald head. Another pinkish finger, this time with a long green nail, appeared and tapped Paul on the head. On the nail were several images of the WOMAN OF WOMEN's face painted with incredible intricacy. Paul shrunk down into the seat, his hands over his face and head.
``I agree with you.'' The third said, ``The other looks younger. Who do you think the girl is?''
``She must be Anna, she got nice tits.'' The green fingernail was now exploring Anna's torn top.
``Go away.'' Anna pleaded, still confused, pushing the tip of the nail away from her chest.
``Don't touch her Alice,'' The black girl was saying, ``the boss wouldn't like it. You know what she can be like.''
``I think we should keep them.'' The first girl was saying. ``Not tell anyone we found them. We could keep them in our rooms and look after them.''
``Don't be stupid Bridget where would we keep them?'' Alice said.
``We could hide them in our rooms, I've got a spare cage we could keep then in the underwear draw, the boss will never find out. ''
``Oh yes Bridget, you'd be a great one for looking after them. How many exercise doll's have you killed.''
Bridget hung her head down in shame. ``That's not fare,'' she mumbled, ``the first was when I was a only twelve, and it was your fault Alice. You encouraged me. The teacher was still handing out our dolls and you said `Go on, I bet you can't twist his head all the way round.' ''
``So what did you do.'' Alice continued. ``You held his head in one hand and his body in the other. I don't think I'd heard a scream like that before.''
``You didn't think I was going to do it. `Go on twist' you said. So I twisted, and then there was a snap and his head came away in my hand. I didn't know they were so easy to break. There was blood everywhere. The teacher went ballistic, she made us clean up and then we had to do lines all weekend:
``And then two months latter with Edward.''
``That wasn't my fault either. I really liked him. He had lived down my road and I used to play with his son. But then when I was practising bathing him on my own for the first time, he started squirming about. Legs and arms flying everywhere. I was just holding him in my hand to tell him to be sensible, as the teacher had told us to do. Then he stop moving. I thought he was behaving sensibly like a good exercise doll, but when I opened my hand found I had stuck my nail right though his chest. It was the first time I'd had long nails.''
``So are we going to keep them?'' Alice asked.
``We may be able to hide them from Anne Marie, but the MERCIFUL ONE will find out. She knows everything.''
``Well Sarah, I don't believe that the DIVINE knows everything, I don't even believe she exists at all.'' Bridget announced.
``Not that again. Of course she exists, you've seen her.'' Sarah said.
``Only on telly, and that is just some actress they've hired. Think about it; you've never seen the DIVINE in real life have you.'' Both Alice and Sarah had to admit they hadn't. ``You see, she's been made up in order to give an excuse for Mary, the chief of the Angels, and the other inner circle of Angels the power to run the country.'' Bridget suddenly seemed more mature to JJ. ``And all this, `For the Love of the WOMAN OF WOMEN' which you here outside, its all a big conspiracy to make the idiots outside do whatever the Angel Council decide they should do. Think about it, she's the ultimate creation; she see everything, knows everything. It's the best stick and carrot, if you don't do what she says she'll torture you; whereas if you do do what she says, your promised her Love, whatever that means.''
``But what about the Unions, don't you feel as though your bonding with the DIVINE? Don't you can feel her Love?''
``It just a trick to control the masses out there. If they realised the truth, that there was no WOMAN OF WOMEN, they would stop being moved by the Unions. And if her `Love' was so amazing, why are there so many terrorists, like these three, who want to get rid of her.''
``That's why they end up here,'' Sarah explained, ``They just need a little help to understand the DIVINE's love. That's our job, that of the Angels, we show them the `Love of our BEAUTIFUL LEADER' and gently persuade them to accept her into their lives. But if you don't believe in the DIVINE,...just saying it sounds stupid, like you don't believe we exist...Anyway, if you don't believe in the DIVINE, why did you become a Young Angel.''
``I didn't want to become an Angel, that was my mother's fault. She forced me into it. She said if I wanted to become anything important in my life I had to train to become an Angel. That was where the power is. I hated it at first, all those boring lessons on the Book. But now I stay here because I like playing with the exercise dolls. I love the way you can get them to do anything you want them to do. It's not fare we are only allowed two.''
``Well if you worked a little harder, and played with your dolls a little less, then you'd have passed your first school Angel exams, like me, and you'd be allowed to play with more of them. And you'd start to learn to torture them properly.''
``I don't want to learn to torture the dolls.''
``Well you'd be able to grow you nails to four centimetres.'' Sarah held up her hands to show off the long unpainted nails.
``I know why you want more dolls.'' Alice started, ``You want them to play with in your fanny. Especially the girly dolls, that why you want Anna.''
``I do not play with my dolls like that.''
``Yes you do, I know I've seen you rubbing your girly doll into your fanny. The other day when I came back from the shower. You thought I hadn't noticed, but I saw you. There you were, lying with your legs apart and pushing her head into your fanny. I know because I heard her trying to struggle. Then you saw me and pulled the puffer over you. But I could still hear her screaming: `Please you're pushing too hard', and `No, not inside, not again'.'' Alice spoke in a strained whisper to imitated the voice to a little woman.
``Your making it up.'' Bridget protested her innocents, ``You only know what the girl dolls say because you wank on them. You stick them up your hole and use them as a dildo.''
``No, you wank with the girly dolls.''
``'Tis not, 'Tis you.''
Alice and Bridget were getting more silly. JJ felt like should stop them before a fight developed. But he was painfully aware of his little size. He knew he shouldn't attract attention to himself. Either one could end his existence with just the push of a finger and from what he had heard they would have few qualms about doing so.
``You wank with girly dolls.'' Alice said.
Bridget who'd only had a short fuse, grabbed Alice by the jacket, causing Alice to fall forward almost dropping the car. The terrified occupants screamed as they dropped five meters. Then, like the roller-coaster from hell, they had to cling onto their seats as Alice hand brought them at high speed into a large arc, to stop almost upside down just in front of Bridget's tender face. They were glad they were wearing there seat belts.
Bridget hand now came up to defend herself. Her 30 centimetre long, intricately painted middle finger nail, fortunately missed JJ face, but landed on his right leg. JJ gave out a scream as the nail pressed harder and harder into his thigh, tearing through the flesh. Blood was pouring from his wound. He tried to pull the nail out but the force was so hard and the edges of the nail so sharp that he just managed in slicing the palms of his hands.
``Alice, Bridget, stop it before you kill somebody.'' They could hear Sarah trying to calm the situation. ``Alice let go of the car.'' She grabbed the car and gently eased it our of Alice's and Bridget's hands. Not a moment to soon as the two then fell to the floor, their hands smacking onto the tiles. The two continued their scrap on the ground. It was clear they were still friends as they were laughing as they fought.
Sarah peered into the car to check they were all still alive. JJ was bent forward screaming, his legs and body covered with blood, which was pouring out of the wound. JJ thought he was going to pass out with the pain. In the distance the sound of high heeled boots tapping on the floor could be heard.
``Look out, the boss is coming,'' Sarah shouted.
The other two stopped in there tracks, they leaped up and brushed the dust off their clothes.
``Quick hide the car.'' whispered Bridget.
The passengers held onto their seats as the car suddenly descended. They looked up to see the back of Sarah. The pad of Sarah thumb had deftly been placed over JJ mouth to prevent him from shouting in pain. The sound of the boots stopped just in front of the girls.
``Come on, don't be silly, where is it?'' A voice was strangely familiar.
``We don't know.'' The girls said in unison shaking there heads.
``Hold out you hands.'' Alice and Bridget briefly held out their hands. Sarah, then tried to push the car into Alice's hand, who was standing next to her. As she released JJ's mouth he started screaming.
``I can here them howling. Now give it to me.''
The girl brought the car round from behind her and placed it on the boss's hand.
JJ looked up. ``Anne Marie, you're alive.''
Anne Marie held the car up to her face. There was not a blemish on it. She looked perfect. She looked directly at JJ.
``Of course I'm alive, I couldn't leave you in this world without me. Here let me help you out of there.'' She placed her little fingernail next to JJ. JJ flung his arms round it pulling it close to his side. To JJ it was ten centimetres wide and over a metre high. Gripping the sides in his hands, carefully so as not to cut himself again he kissed the smooth shiny surface. The joy at being reunited with Anne Marie who he was sure he'd lost overwhelmed him briefly distracting him from the numbing pain in his leg. He started crying.
``You are so lovely.'' Anne Marie said, slightly shifting her nail so the corner of it found the seat belt release button. Then wrapping all her nails around JJ she gently lifted him out of the car. She placed JJ's legs and lower body in her mouth. Instantly the pain in his leg stopped. He was reminded of the time she had removed the bullet from his leg.
She passed the car back to Sarah. Momentarily removing JJ from her mouth, ``Work on Paul, I want to know the names of the other resistance leaders by tomorrow.''
Held in Anne Marie mouth, JJ felt an amazing sense of warmth and comfort, like he was truly home. Anne Marie carried him to her room and sat down on her bed. She removed JJ and looked at him.
``I was so sure you were dead, I wanted to die too, I couldn't go on living without you.'' JJ blubbered his eyes red from crying. He held the thumb which was across his lap. ``I love you so much.''
``I love you too.'' A tear ran down Anne Marie's face. She held JJ up to her face and kissed him. Her soft warm lips almost covering JJ entire face.