DARK-BOTTOM BORN AND BRED
AIDA
I put a hand on the wall and braced myself as I try to ignore the crippling dank, darkness and just walk on with no destination in mind. In the last few hours I have known more about my parents than I have ever done. Kenger's promise to look after me, and the Iralian's words, both helping me. His words of a cause they're fighting, and it's slow deviation.
Suddenly light flood the corridor, light attacks my retinas, I stared at the door before me, it creaks open.
"Come dear,"
I hurry to the door, it widens, and I stride into the room, and gasp. My eyes on drinking everything in, a variety of item cover the room on shelves that lined the room form floor to ceiling , a mural of a dark-haired woman with a halo on her head, she wears the typical bottom-dark garb of tattered pants and shirt, a blow-gun strapped to her hips, attached to her utility belt. In her hands, she holds a torch that emits orange flames.
"Ah, the prophesy of flames, I can see why you're drawn to it, isn't she beautiful, yet deadly." A tall, skinny, almost bony woman says, her back turned to me.
I stared at the gilded spikes that stick out from her spine. She wears the colorful clothes of the entertainment district of bottom-darklanders, with a little twist of the dark-laner. A bowler hat crowns her head to finish her look. She turns around and face me. Emerald shimmering eyes survey me, set in a small gamine face, thick dramatic arching eyebrows, scrunch up in consternation, her small with a tiny nose stud wrinkles as she lifts her head and smell the air.
One of my worst nightmare smiles, showing tiny serrated teeth, I shudder and try to give her a polite smile, it came out as a grimace.
"Beautiful pet, it's you." She opens her arms, encompassing the moment. "How the universe works in strange way! Who'll have thought that you'll come back here after getting out. I have you to thank for bringing with you something I have been searching for a long time."
"Madam Krea, may the dark lanes always prosper."
"Quit the formalities beautiful pet, what do you want, you've made it clear that you want nothing to do with the dark-lanes,"
"I think there's a mistake, you took my friend."
"Is that so, come beautiful pet, you have much to learn, put this on," she chucks a parcel at me,"Wear that you're dark-bottom born and bred, you should be of the cloth too."
"But I .."
"No but, this is non, negotiable, wear it if you want to move further with this, If you want Jinax Aikia back."
"I want Jinx back, we need to go back."
"Is that what she calls herself now. Jinx, I like it." She waves a hand , whilst the other pulls on one of her retractables lethal spikes on her back."Now strip, and put on the clothes." She claps a hand, and two women come in the room carrying bags
They set it on the dresser that sits on the left. My gaze goes to Madam Krea, her jaw was set in a mulish set, she's not going to budge unless I strip and put on the clothes she's given me. sighing, I strip off my clothes, only leaving on my panty and bra, I fold my clothes and set them in a neat pile on the floor, and put on the clothes she's provided. It consist of a tight purple corset blouse with more laces than I can count and rainbow-colored skirt-pant, slash to the hipbone to show the pant underneath, I pull on the calf-high boot, and look at Madam Krea.
She snap her finger together , and two women lead me to the dresser, one starts working on my hair and the other on the laces of the corset, when she's done working on them, she starts putting make up on my face. transforming me into who I would've been had I agreed to work for her.
Madam Krea always takes care of her own…always. That what she's known for.
I stared at myself in the mirror not believing my eyes. A dark-skinned woman in Bottom-dark clothes stared back with dark eyes, one covered in purple eyeshadow, and the other a splash of rainbow eyeshadow, perfect, purple lipstick covers her lips.
"Enchanting, chef's kiss. You look just like your mother when she worked for me.You took more of her than you do your father, her brains too, I'm glad you took none of that brute's noggins for brains"
Another nugget, she knows my parents, I give her a nod and stand in front of her, I'm ready to play this game of hers.
"Shall we, " she grins, excitement sparkling in her eyes. She offers her elbow, clamps smoking pipe between her lips and strikes a long nail on her bowler hat, it erupts in flames , she slowly chucks her flaming nail into her smoking pipe, she takes a long drag out of it, and blows the smoke upwards. And drags me out of there.