Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in my favorite cartoon, I simply use them as the thread in the golden fleece of my imagination... Snow: Chapter 2 Marlon Laughed at Nicholies demands... “Heh, now you listen to me white boy..... I am the one who gives orders around here. This is MY world, these are MY rules, and these are MY crack whores! Heh, heh” Marlon belched. Nicholies men pointed their guns at Marlon. Nicholie got up close to Marlons face and whispered something to him. “Now you listen to me negro.... Zis little shit whole you call a house may be your world.... But Mother Russia my friend....is mine...” Said Nicholie in a soft yet threatening voice. Nicholies guard shot Marlon in the foot. “AAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!” Marlon squealed in pain. Marlons whores ran in every direction. Usually, at the sound of gunfire, one of Marlons guards would have burst through the door with a weapon. But in this case, they thought that the gunfire was probably Marlon shooting one of the visitors. Besides, his men were all fat and lazy and really didn't give a shit as to what happened so long as they get paid their usual high salary and free whores. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!” Shouted Marlon. Blood was all over the floor... Marlon held his foot tightly with his hands. It would be impossible for him to see a doctor... He was wanted in most parts of Russia for distributing and buying drugs of almost every kind.. Nicholie signaled for one of his men to hand him a white glove. It was one of those medical latex gloves used in hospitals. Those gloves came in handy for the Mafia; always needing to hide things and cover murders and evidence up. Nicholie snapped the glove on tightly. Marlon kept screeming. Nicole smiled. “So, how ‘bout it Negro.....care to show me vere zis girl is?” “FUCK YOU!!!” Shouted Marlon. Nicholie shook his head. “Ts, ts, ts,.... zats too bad for you,” said Nicholie... “You have disappointed me....” Nicholie swiftly stuck two fingers into Marlons wound with the glove he put on. “AAAAHHHHHHH OH GOD! OH GOD! AHHHH!!!” Marlon screamed in agony. Nicholie pulled his fingers out. “Well?” Nicholie asked as he held up the same two fingers which now were saturated in blood. “FINE!!!” shouted Marlon. “It’s right through that door...” said one of his whores. “Boris, Ghelhc, you two vatch ze negro... me and Washu vill go and talk to ze girl.” Nicholies men nodded their heads. Washu had her eyes and ears shut the entire time during the ‘incident’. Washu bent towards Nicholie. “Nicholie... What the hell are you doing!?” Said a frustrated Washu. “I did everything zat vas necessary.” Nicholie and Washu proceeded through the door way and were appalled at what they saw. Little girls ages 11-17 chained up against the wall. They were prisoners. Literally prostitutes but still prisoners. Non of them responded. People come in there all the time. Mostly men, men who want a girl to take home for the night. Or in some cases.....forever. Washu put her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide open with shock. “Nicholie! What are these poor little girls doin chained up to the wall like that!!?” She asked in a startled tone. “Calm down Washu. Zey are prostitutes, you know.. mere rats of society...” Nicholie looked at Washu with a half smile on his face. “Your amazement is amusing to me, please excuse me if I smile...” Washu grabbed Nicholie by his suit collar and brought herself eye to eye with him. “Now you listen to me! I dont care if there prostitutes, I don’t even fucking care if they are Demons! No child deserves to be treated like this.!” Said Washu with authority. Nicholie sighed at Washus nagging. “Vich one of you is Arina?” He said... He looked at all the faces... They were all the most beautiful girls in the world. Apparently Marlon kills the girls if they are not beautiful by the age of 11, leaving the most beautiful of girls for his “collection”. Some were naked, some partially nude. All of them were sad, and no one spoke at Nicholies words. Washu said something.. “Please... I promise I will get you all out of here but you just have to cooperate with us for the time being,” she said. After Washu said this one of the girls looked up. Washu looked at her with loving eyes. She examined her body. She was the most beautiful of all the girls. Her hair was shining gold, Her eyes were grayish blue. She had the body of a goddess, and yet, there she was... a prostitute for an ugly scar faced pimp named Marlon.. Who in Washu’s mind was gonna pay for what he’d done. The girl wore an extremely short skirt barely covering her butt. Her tank top was white, and low cut showing a great deal of cleavage. Although young, she was very grown up. But that's the way that Marlon likes them... The little girl cleared her throat. She never talked much. She never needed too. “Um.......I am....am, Arina....” She said with a voice so delicate and sweet, that Washu almost melted. Washu walked over to her. The girl wouldn’t have spoken if she didn’t think Washu was going to try and take her home and rape and abuse her... like all the others do. “Sweety, we’re gonna get you outta here....” The girl looked down. She didn’t believe Washu. There wasn’t a man rich enough in Russia, who could afford Marlons price. The little girl half smiled. Then Nicholie approached her. “Hello, Arina...I am Nicholie Hel...” Nicholie did his best to try and be friendly. But he sounded too much like one of the men that take her home. He fit the description too. “You are like all the others... All the others who want me to bounce on their laps!” The little girl backed away. “I just need to ask you a few questions...” The little girl seemed a little more comfortable with him around as long as Washu was there. Nicholie asked the girl the questions he needed to find out about Karkaroff. Washu walked around the room and explored. Fortunately the girls in the room all spoke English. Marlon was American... So he raised them to speak English, some of them even had a little bit of a gangster street accent; the way Marlon spoke. Washu could hear something in the distance... She heard it coming from the other side of the wall she was next too. She walked towards the wall. A 15 year old girl with Light brown hair and green eyes got in front of her. “Please mam... don’t bother going over there... Its nothing..” She said. The sound became louder... It was clear to Washu what the sound was without her even having to take a step closer. Some guy was having sex in the next room. But the voice wasn’t an adult voice..... Washu’s face turned red.... She grabbed one of Nicholies guns... “Miss nooooo!!!!!!” screamed the girl in a desperate attempt to stop her. Washu shot the wall and the old wall collapsed. A grown man was on top of a little girl and was continually humping her. Washu pointed the gun at the man, whos length was still inside the teary eyed girl. She looked around the room and found girls that were next, chained against the wall. They all had tears in their eyes. “Put your fucking hands up you bastard!! and step away from the girl!!” Washu shouted. The naked and very fat man put his hands up and slowly pulled out of the girl. The man was yelling at Washu in Russian, trying to tell her that he paid fair and square for this little girl, and the rest to come after her. Nicholie ran into the next room and took the gun away from Washu... “If you EVER! Do somezing like zat again! You vill be puinished!!!!” Nicholie screamed at her. “But Nicholie!” “Washu zings are different out here, you must understand zat!” “I understand one thing! That is that I will not stand for this. I’m taking Arina back home to Japan with me. She will be my new daughter.” ___________________________ Did you like that? Do you want more of it? I enjoy writing this fic, and the story gets better and better. E-mail me and tell me what you think of it. Sorry it's so short, the rest will be longer.