Constance panted as they had made their way into the smelly sewers. She looked around her, “Well, I think we created a lot of distance from the others. How are we supposed to find the Voodoopunks if they are busy fighting for their lives?”

Thomas sighed deeply, “Constance?”

“Yes?”

“Can you hand me the MCG?”

Constance frowned her eyebrow, “What do you mean? It is mine to keep safe until I can give it to Jackie.”

Thomas shed a tear as he pulled a gun out of his bag, it had a police serial number on it, he armed it and pointed it at Constance, “Hand me the MCG, please.”

Constance gulped, “When did they turn you? How could you do this to me?” She started running away, as fast as the wind.

Thomas grunted, “Constance, come back here, or I will need to shoot you!”

She ignored him and ran into the nearest passage, through the sewers, she could hear his footsteps following hers. How could he do this to me? She started crying, this was horrible. How long has he been turned by the military?

As she turned a corner, she found a little hole in the wall, she squeezed inside, dirtying her fancy dress. It seemed to be a small room, it had a human sized doll in it, a living one. She had heard of them, but she had never seen one. Thomas’s footsteps passed by.

Constance grabbed her head as it started throbbing. It felt as if her veins were being torn apart. The doll took her hand and sang, “You will be fine.”

Constance stared at the doll, this one had a wooden frame that was rotting, but she could hear the cogs and wheels turning inside of it. Flashes of memories started going through her head.

A little girl, named Priscilla. A previous life, not just any little girl. Byron and Charlotte’s daughter. She lived in a parlor, with a doll. She looked at me, “Where did you come from?”

I sighed, “I am just narrating, your aunt can ignore me, so please, ignore me as I narrate. You were busy, remembering your past life.”

Constance grunted, “Why is there another doll with you?”

“Oh, that is Lloyd, he is grumpy and angry with me.” I looked at him, “Did you know he has these astonishing killer blades? Never mind, go on.”

Constance shook her head, “I feel like I am going insane.” She felt sad, as she remembered what happened to the little girl Priscilla, no, that was her. She got gunned down by the military. Constance grunted and climbed out of the hole and started running. “No, no, no, I am Constance, not Priscilla. She is dead, she reincarnated into me.”

As she turned the corner, she bumped against Thomas. “Please, stay calm, I will help you.”

Constance backed off, “You must be glad, you found me, are you going to gun me down? Lord knows what they offered you to rat on me.”

“I did not rat you out.”

“I just want to know, when did you turn, when did you leave me?”

“Constance, I was never turned, I was undercover to get more intel on the Voodoopunk leader, your aunt. We have to bring peace back to New Albion, the Voodoopunks and the rebels are the evil people here.”

Constance started sniffling, “Don’t you get it? You are on the wrong side, you said you loved me. I loved you with all my heart, and you ripped me apart, it’s gone. All because of this,” she pointed at the bag.

“I never did mean to play you like you play your marks, I was chosen for this mission since they thought you could fall for me. But, instead, I fell for you.”

“Lies, here you stand, with your gun, do it, shoot me, shoot me down, like the military gunned down Byron’s little girl.”

The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

Thomas raised his gun, “What are you talking about?”

“Did the military ever tell you, how they found an eleven-year-old girl, who was playing cards with her lovely doll, Jasper. She got shot, for loving her doll.”

Thomas slowly lowered his gun, “Is that, why Byron is fighting? To avenge his girl?”

“No, he is fighting to bring peace to New Albion. Please, just, let me save this city.”

Thomas sighed and looked down, “I am so sorry, I think I need-”

He was interrupted by chanting, “Dolly, oh, dolly!”

Thomas gasped, “Oh god no, they are here, who knows what they will do to me.”

“What are you talking about, who is here?”

“The Voodoopunks, lord knows what they do when they find out I planned to stab you in the back.”

Constance grumbled, “Seems to me, you deserve it.”

Jackie came their way, “Hello, policeman, I see you made my niece cry. It appears that you are a traitor. You played both of us well, I did not even realize it. Do you know what the military does to us, Voodoopunks?”

Thomas gulped, “I think you might answer that anyway.”

Jackie walked closer, “They took my wife to be, they put an ice pick through her eye, into her brain. Then they used her to do production work. They slaughter us when we go out there. The Voodoopunks had to resort to, horrible things to get more power to fight back. Do you think we just became this strong out of nowhere?”

Thomas felt, threatened, he walked backwards and bumped into Constance, “Please, tell her to let me go, she is going to kill me.”

Constance did a step back, “You were about to shoot me, all for this damn fucking chip.”

Thomas panted, “How did the Voodoopunks get this much power?”

Jackie sighed, “Every month, we sacrifice someone, we send someone to Elysium for the angels there. A Voodoopunk, most often times, a young woman. That is what your military made us do, to get the power to fight back. All we wanted, was to show you how peaceful Voodoo can be.”

Thomas shed a tear, “But, the military, they tell us, you guys started the war. That is why they made the super soldier, to crush the rebels once and for all.”

Jackie sighed, “Whatever the case, we are underground, and you are now on our turf, it doesn’t matter what you want, policeman, you are coming with us.” She grabbed his bag, and pushed him forward, “Are you coming, Constance?”

“What are you going to do with him, Aunt?”

“Well, we will see what happens when we bring him to our leader.”

Constance gulped, “Jackie?”

“Yes?”

“Did you know a girl named Priscilla?”

She stopped walking and looked at her with a grave look on her face, “Yes, why do you ask?”

“I, can see the woman in the top hat, and the killer doll.”

Thomas looked around him, “What, is she for real? Has she snapped?”

Jackie sighed, “No she hasn’t, they are usually around, it used to be only a woman, but the doll joined her when we got close to taking the MCG. I think his name is Lloyd, and he is one mean sourpuss.”

“I am not a sourpuss.”

Constance chuckled, “He kind of is.”

Jackie shook her head and focused on Constance, “I see this might run in our genes, Why do you ask about Priscilla?”

“I remember, being her. Byron and Charlotte, my parents, that was, my past life.”

Jackie sighed deeply, “That makes sense, please keep this to yourself. Priscilla is a sacred name for the Voodoopunks, if Byron finds out, he might go, crazy.”

Thomas sighed, “Am I, really on the wrong side? Did they just, gun her down? That little girl?”

Jackie continued walking, “Yes, they did, they emptied their magazines, it was, horrible, Charlotte saw her body. I think Byron has a special plan for you.”

As they continued to the base, Constance looked at Jackie, “They, are not going to hurt him, are they?”

Jackie let out a sinister laugh, “Oh, they are going to hurt him, I wonder how much, that depends on how much, mister policeman over here resists.”

“What, oh my god, Constance, stop her!”

“I would, but you tried to shoot me in the back. I think they will let you live, I hope, for us. Maybe we can fix, us, if you help the Voodoopunks win.”

Thomas grunted, “Oh my god, I should have never followed you into the sewers, I am sure that the super soldier is going to stop you, he is here somewhere!”

I smiled, “Well audience, it seems Thomas is in for quite a pickle, why don’t we see what John is up to?”

John found the entrance to the Voodoopunk base, Charlotte stood in his way, he raised his flamethrower. “Let me through, and give me the MCG.”

Charlotte shook her head, “I know that Vivian died, but is this, how you should honor her? You should be fighting with us, we did not drop those bombs, the military you are helping, they dropped the bombs. We used our voodoo powers to try to stop people from getting hurt. I am sorry, we did not have enough power to save her. But it is her fault, isn’t it?”

John grabbed her by her neck, “How do you dare, say to my face it is her fault?”

Charlotte did not even feel threatened, “I saw her, in the riots, burning my friends. She was the one who ignited the second torch. But she had a doll of her own, didn’t she? Her lost sister?”

John thought back, he was much younger then, a teenager, he was already with Vivian. His mother and father were Voodoopunks, with all their hearts. Their mother did the same as Jackie, she secured safety for them. But Vivian helped burn the Voodoopunks. John worked hard to provide for Jackie and himself. He married Vivian, right before the civil war started.

As he was distracted, he felt a surge of pain through his gut, he gasped and let Charlotte go, he looked down and blood streamed out of him. When he looked behind him, Fay stood there, she had blasted a hole right through him. He started to walk away while clutching his wound and shot his flamethrower at them. Fay and Charlotte used their voodoo powers to make a shield as John made his escape. Away from the sewers and the answers that eluded him.