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Criminals in the Federal Witness Protection Program were being secretly
placed in an all-girl private school where they became one of the girls.
Now the school was about to get more new arrivals...only these weren't
criminals.
ST. SEARLE'S ACADEMY: THE NEW CLASS - part 3
by BobH
(c) 2017
- 5 -
As soon as the medevac helicopter touched down on the asphalt of the
Ronald Clinic car park, medical staff rushed out to greet it with
gurneys. With great efficiency the two burned and broken patients it
carried were transferred from the helicopter and wheeled away to the
clinic at speed. An expensively dressed middle-aged woman then stepped
down from the helicopter and turned to face the paramedics within.
"That will be all," she said.
"Are you sure?" replied one of the medics. "Those two are hanging on by a
thread."
"I'm sure. I'm fully confident the doctors here will do everything that's
necessary."
"Well, you're the boss, senator," he said, looking dubious.
"Yes, I am."
"OK Charlie, take 'er away," he shouted to the pilot.
Senator Abigail Carson, stepped away from the helicopter as it took off,
holding her skirt down against the updraft. When it had flown away she
bit her lip nervously.
"C'mon, Virginia," she muttered, looking across the flat fields
surrounding the clinic. "I need you here *now*."
A red Ferrari appeared on a distant road, heading for the clinic. A few
minutes later it screeched to a halt in the car park and two people got
out, a man and a woman. She was carrying a small wooden case by the metal
handle bolted to its top.
"Thank God you're here, Virginia," said Abigail, following the other
woman as she headed for the clinic entrance. "We've got no time to lose."
"That's why we took the school's Ferrari," said the man. "Colonel
Thompson is following in the taxi."
"Lucius," she said, acknowledging him with a nod.
"Senator," he replied, inclining his own head.
Abigail Carson didn't entirely approve of Lucius Duvall. She had always
thought him affected. His hair and beard had long since turned silver
grey, giving him an air of age and wisdom and were immaculately trimmed,
their edges razor-sharp. His suit was tailored to perfection, the trouser
creases sharp and straight; his shoes polished to an almost mirror-
finish; the carnation in his lapel, full and fresh. He was projecting a
particular image, but it was one she regarded as overly prissy, a view
not helped by the silver-topped cane he carried.
But none of that mattered right now.
The trio burst through the doors, people inside clearing a path for them
as they went.
In the operating theatre the two patients awaited them lying side by side
on their gurneys. One was missing a leg, the other an arm, and both were
badly burned with multiple wounds, blood seeping through their bandages.
They were surrounded by doctors and nurses, all of them female.
"We've stabilised them for now but they haven't got long," said the lead
doctor when the trio entered.
"We shouldn't need long, Jill," said Virginia Chapford, taking the stone
figurine from the wooden box she was carrying.
She laid the figurine in the hand of one of the patients, and laid the
other's hand on top of it.
"You've done this once before," she said, addressing the medical staff,
"so you know the procedure. Each of you choose an IV, arterial clamp, or
other implement that's keeping them stable and get ready to remove them
on the count of three. One.. two.. three!"
The instant everything had been removed, Virginia quietly muttered a
single word...and the patients began to change. Arterial blood that had
started spraying out when the clamps were removed stopped spurting, while
burned skin became, well, *unburned*, morphing into pristine pink and
healthy flesh. Bloody bandages fell away as missing limbs sprouted anew
from ragged stumps, and wounds closed up. While all this was happening
both figures were also shrinking, with fresh hair sprouting from scalps
where it had been burned away and small breasts growing from no longer
manly chests. When consciousness returned and their eyes snapped open,
Virginia Chapford spoke:
"Please remain quiet and do not remove your hands from the figurine
they're resting on. Even though you'll shortly be able to move again I
need you to remain still."
It had taken barely a minute, but where two burned and broken men had
lain dying there now lay the figures of two pretty young girls, blonde
identical twins totally out of place amid the bloody bandages and
discarded medical implements that lay all around them. They looked
stunned.
"You must wonder where you are and what has happened to you. Well, the
plane you were on blew up, your pilot was killed, and you were so badly
injured that had we not done what we just did you would both have died.
The figurine you're holding transforms men into young teenage girls -
yes; magic is real. In the course of that process it also repairs any
physical damage, be it something as minor as a missing finger-tip or as
major as your injuries were. As long as you continue to hold the figurine
after your transformation you're still suggestible, so listen very
carefully to what I have to say. Your names are now Jessica and Jennifer
Smith, and these are the only names you will answer to. You will not do
or say anything that would let anyone determine who you used to be, nor
will you indicate to anyone who has not undergone the process that such a
thing is even possible...."
Abigail Carson stood watching this, heart racing. She was alone, Duvall
having quietly ushered everyone else out of the operating theatre.
Feeling both apprehension and an enormous sense of relief, she barely
heard what Virginia was saying. Having heard the rest of her speech
before, her concentration was totally focussed on the twin girls lying
there. Absently, she touched her fingers to her cheek and was surprised
to find it wet. Tears had been streaming from her eyes and she hadn't
even noticed. She took a mirror and a tissue from her purse. Virginia was
coming to the end of her spiel and she wanted to look her best when the
girls saw her.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," said Virginia, "but before you
say anything you first need to get up, go behind the screen over there,
and change into the clothes that have been laid out for you. OK, you can
let go of the figurine, girls."
They did as they were told, eyes widening in surprise when they caught
sight of Abigail.
"I'll leave the three of you alone to say what you have to say, Abbie,"
said Virginia when the twins had stepped behind the screen. "Lucius and I
will be waiting for you in the conference room."
She placed the figurine back in its carrying case and left the room.
Alone now with the twins, Abigail was still wondering how she was going
to explain all this to them when they emerged from behind the screen, two
pretty young girls in their school uniforms.
"Mom?" said one, uncertainly. "Wh..what's going on? What have they done
to us? How can this even be possible?"
"Yes, Abbie," said her twin, frowning. "What the fudge is all this?"
"What happened is that I called in a huge favour, and I saved your
lives."
"And this was the only way of doing so," said the girl, looking down at
herself, still having difficulty believing the evidence of her eyes, "by
somehow turning us into teenage girls?"
"Yes, it was. If I hadn't you'd both be dead now, Matthew. Except you're
not my husband Matthew any longer, you're Jessica. And Jennifer is your
sister."
"How can I be Dad's sister," said Jennifer, "and how are we identical
twins, anyway?"
"Because you were both touching the figurine you got the same
transformation. That's one of the ways it works."
"You can't really expect us use those names and to go and be schoolgirls
at this St. Searle's place, can you?" said Jessica incredulously.
"I can and I do. Or do you think returning to your old lives as Matthew
and Connor Carson is an option looking like you now do? How do you
imagine that would work?"
The twins looked at each other uncertainly.
"Exactly. Matthew and Connor died of the injuries they sustained in the
crash. Even now our doctors here are filling out death certificates and
creating autopsy reports to match the photos taken when you were brought
here. When I get back to New York I will have to start planning their
funeral."
The girls looked shocked at this.
"Janice," said Jennifer, finally realizing the full scope of what was
happening. "We were engaged to be married."
"I know, sweetie, and I'm so sorry but now Janice has to bury you. If
there was any other way of doing this I would have taken it. I want my
husband and my son back, but I can't have them and it hurts."
Hearing the anguish in her voice, they came over to Abigail and she threw
her arms around them. They sobbed together like that for several minutes
before gently disengaging.
"You had a horrible decision to make," said Jessica, wiping her eyes,
"but you saved us. How you saved us is astonishing.
Magic is real? I can't get over it. How long have you known?"
"I'll get to that. First I need to know how you're both coping, whether
either of you is about to have a nervous breakdown"
"It's a shock, but if half the human race manage to live as females I'm
sure we can learn how to as well, eh 'Jenny'?"
The other girl nodded.
"At the moment adrenaline is keeping you going," said Abigail, "but in a
few hours the enormity of the situation will become overwhelming and the
delayed shock will hit you. However, once you're over that you'll be
surprised how soon being a girl comes to feel natural. I was."
"Wait, are you saying...?"
"Yes. I may be on the St. Searle's Board of Governors now, but thirty
some years ago I found myself exactly where you are at this moment."
"You were a *man*?" said Jenny. "Holy crop, Mom!"
"All this time, and I had no idea," said Jessica, frowning.
"And I couldn't tell you, I literally couldn't. Remember that bit where
Virginia said 'you will not do or say anything that would let anyone
determine who you used to be, nor will you indicate to anyone who has not
undergone the process that such a thing is even possible...'? Well that's
not just a suggestion it's a compulsion - *everything* you're told while
holding the figurine is. Now you've undergone the process yourselves I
can talk with you about it but I still can't tell you who I used to be. I
can say that he wasn't very nice, I'm glad he's gone, and you couldn't
pay me enough to be him again. Being who I am now and having you as my
family is the happiest I've ever been. That's why I couldn't - why I
*wouldn't* - let you go, and why we're still family. And I don't just
mean emotionally."
"I don't follow," said Jessica.
"The surname you've been given is Smith, the same one I was given, my
maiden name. You now know why I never had any family. But you do.
Documents are being created and placed in the appropriate databases that
establish you as the recently orphaned daughters of a distant, fictional,
cousin of mine. With your bereavement and my own coming so close together
I will be applying to become your legal guardian. This will be granted.
Where most girls stay at St. Searle's at the end of each semester - or
'term' as they call it - you'll be spending those holidays with me. In
another year or so I'll have my guardianship of you turned into full
adoption. You'll then be my daughters and will take the Carson name. Oh,
and though I haven't had Virginia's approval for this yet, there's
something I intend to insist on."
She proceeded to lay out her idea. When she was done, Jessica nodded
thoughtfully.
"Yes," she said, "yes, that makes a lot of sense."
"Good, now that's sorted out there's a lot Virginia and I have to
discuss, so I have to leave you. Doctors are going to come in and run
lots of tests on you to make sure everything is as it should be. We don't
often get people transformed after suffering as much physical trauma as
you two had so they might be a bit more intrusive than usual. When
they're done, you'll be travelling to St.Searle's with Virginia. I won't
see you again until Christmas, so come here."
Another big hug followed and she kissed them each on the head.
"I love you both so much," she said, "but this was a one-time deal. If
you get as badly injured as that again I have no way of saving you, so
try not to, okay?"
"Okay, Mom," said Jenny, "we promise, and we love you, too."
"Good. Now I have to go. I'm sorry I'm leaving you to deal with all this
on your own but you'll get through it; I did, and unlike me you have each
other. See you at Christmas."
She gave them a final hug, slipped through the door, and was gone.
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They were waiting for her in the conference room when she got there,
Virginia as serious as always, the wooden case sitting on the table in
front of her, and Lucius Duvall swivelling around in his chair, looking
his usual sardonic and faintly amused self.
"So," he said when she arrived, "tell us what happened, Abigail.
She took a seat, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it slowly
before answering, marshalling her thoughts.
"We'd been together in Albany, combining a business trip with pleasure,
when I got the call that you were at the school and the three of us
needed to meet. So instead of flying back to New York with Matthew and
Connor on our private jet, I told them I'd join them later. I was
watching the jet heading down the runway, about to take off, when it
exploded. If I'd been on that plane with them like I was supposed to be I
would be dead."
"What a terrible experience," said Virginia.
"Quite," said Duvall, "but was it an accident or was it something else,
something aimed at you, at us? I've been waiting for the enemy to make a
move against us since the Project Zulo affair."
"That was years ago," said Abigail.
"A blink of an eye to the being I met then," said Duvall.
"He may have manifested on this plane as long as sixty years ago since my
divining suggests he had something to do with the death of mathematician
Alan Turing, though how or why I have no idea. The turn of the great
celestial cycle bringing back the age of magic is long, and such a period
of time is nothing to one such as he."
"OK so if this was him or his followers why now, and why not something
bigger?"
"A fair point. While this could be the enemy it does seem rather small in
scale, doesn't it? Assuming it was sabotage or a bomb and not an
accident, might it be our old friend J. Edgar Hoover?"
"No, I don't think so," said Abigail. "Too violent. I mean yes, the old
bitch hates us despite Virginia setting her up as a society madam so she
could continue with her two favourite activities: assembling files on
people and sucking cock, but this just doesn't strike me as something
she'd do."
"Regrettably, setting her up like that when she got through school and
college was part of our deal with her," said Virginia. "Of course, she
assumed she could use her existing files, filth she had assembled on
people over many years, as the starting point for building a new power
base. Unfortunately for her, her secretary was an ex-pupil who had all
those files transferred to the school while pretending they'd been
shredded. Hoover was really unhappy about that. They've been in locked
storage in the basement ever since. Even after all this time there are
still secrets in them that could embarrass some very powerful families."
"Interesting," said Duvall. "I'd quite like to read what they have to say
about the Kennedy assassination."
"They're not for casual reading," said Virginia, "and I'm surprised,
Lucius. I wouldn't have pegged you as an assassination conspiracy
theorist."
"You misunderstand me, dear lady," he replied. "I discovered exactly what
transpired on that day some years ago. I'm just curious as to how much
Hoover knew."
"It's ancient history, who cares?" snapped Abigail. "I want to know what
was so important that we needed to meet."
"Steady, Abbie, we're getting to that," said Virginia. "We know you're
upset, as you have every right to be given the circumstances, but if not
for this meeting you'd have been on that aircraft."
"We won't know what caused the explosion until the air accident
investigators have finished with the wreckage, which is likely to take
several weeks at least," said Duvall. "They will want to speak to you
when I drive you to the airport after this meeting. Are you ready for
that, Abigail?"
"Not really, but it's not as if I'll have much choice. At least by then
I'll have the autopsy reports on Matthew and Connor detailing the blast
injuries for them."
"Leave the Ferrari at the airport," said Virginia. "I'll have John
Thompson drive out in the taxi with one of the fourth years to collect it
tomorrow. He'll have no shortage of volunteers. They jump at any chance
to drive the Ferrari."
"As you wish. Now let's get to the reason I called this meeting."
He slid folders across the table to them. Inside each were photos of six
young women and of what looked to be a small, and expensive gated
community surrounded by woods.
"Meet the witches of Chapford," he said.
"'Chapford'?" said Virginia, frowning. "A coincidence...?"
"Anything but, Lady Chapford...."
"Don't call me that, Lucius. You know I haven't used that title in many,
many years, It belongs to my descendants now, not to me, as it should."
"What's Virginia's connection to these women?" asked Abigail.
"Virginia has never known why she stopped aging around her thirtieth
birthday, but I have now solved the mystery. It appears she was the
unwitting beneficiary of a not specific-enough deal made with a demon in
the tiny village of Chapford in Massachusetts, a village named for and
owned by her family."
"I vaguely remember that," she said, frowning again.
"Despite living three thousand miles away across an ocean she, as the
only known daughter of the then Lord Chapford, got included when those
making the deal asked it for 'we daughters of Chapford'. Since Virginia
was not part of the group that made the deal she did not have to pay the
price they did either. Of course, Lord Chapford may have had bastards as
well which raises the possibility there are others like Virginia out
there."
"Lucius!" protested Abigail.
"No need to feel outraged on my behalf, Abbie," said Virginia, laying a
hand on the other woman's arm. "Given the times and the belief among men
of his station they could do whatever they pleased, it would be
surprising if my father *didn't* sire a bastard or two. But Lucius, how
do you suddenly know this when for so long it's been a mystery to me? Are
the women in these photos the same ones who made the deal?"
"Sort of. It's complicated. The important thing is when they told me the
story of how they acquired their powers and when, I realized what the
connection to yourself and your own condition must be. I want to bring
them into the fold. They're very powerful - more powerful than they know
- and having them in the Order would strengthen us considerably."
"Women who made a deal with a demon?" said Abigail. "Is that wise?"
"They're not the ones who made the deal, not exactly," said Duvall. "As I
say, it's complicated, but I'm charged with strengthening the Order any
way I can and they would be a great asset to us."
"While we're discussing these matters, I wish to have it on record that
I'm unhappy with some of the ways in which you've been interpreting that
'any way I can' part of your mandate recently," said Virginia.
"Is this about Salvatore Buscemi?"
"It is. I'm still not comfortable with you arranging for him to be framed
for murder so that he would end up at the school. Having a criminal's own
actions bring him to our door is one thing, but this seems to me to be
quite another."
"How did you arrange that, anyway?" asked Abigail.
"I engaged one Thomas Lucan, a 'fixer' whose services we've had occasion
to use in the past. Despite his ill-health he assured me he could
accomplish the task, and he did."
"Do you know how?"
"No, and I didn't ask. Mr Lucan's remit was for Salvatore Buscemi to be
framed for murdering another mobster, someone
who would be no loss to society and from whose crime family he would fear
retribution. This would give Mr Buscemi no choice but to turn state's
evidence, which in turn would put him in the Federal Witness Protection
Program and lead him inevitably to us. As part of the process of being
turned into a teenage girl he would be required to list all his concealed
assets and their locations, including the item we were after."
"An artefact that will mystically switch people's genders."
"Exactly so. My investigations had determined that Mr Buscemi had the
item in question, but not where. This was the most expedient way of way
of acquiring that information. He had no idea what the artefact was or
how to activate it, of course. Unlike the figurine and many other
artefacts we've secured, this one is made of gold. That's all most people
see."
"Another artefact that mystically transgenders people," said Abigail,
thoughtfully. "Well, we certainly need as many of those as we can find. I
think that justifies what you did to Salvatore Buscemi. Have we secured
the artefact yet?"
"Not yet," said Virginia. "I've put together a small team of older girls
to look at the problem but we may ultimately need to bring Lucy Costello
herself onboard."
"Lucy Costello? That's who Salvatore Buscemi is now?"
"It is."
"That could mean putting her in a situation where she might encounter
people from her old life. Is that wise?"
"The prize is worth the risk," said Duvall. "The school turns out a lot
of mystically transgendered young women, but we need more."
This was the secret that had only been revealed Abigail Carson after she
had formally joined the Order of Merlyn and risen through its ranks. The
age of magic was returning and with it a war humanity was currently
woefully ill-equipped to fight.
That was where St. Searle's came in, and the real reason why it had been
established. Children of mystically transgendered parents were born with
mystic potential. If these children in turn bred with others who were
mystically transgendered, bloodlines could be established that would
eventually lead to the rise of the powerful mages that we would need.
Abigail's son was the child of a mystically transgendered female, and had
now become one herself. So far she had shown no evidence of mystic
abilities, but that might change.
Only time would tell.
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To be continued....
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Notes:
1) Lucius Duvall first appeared in my story 'Altered Fates: Triptych',
which is also where he learned the secrets behind the JFK assassination
as it occurred in my fictional universe.
2) Those of you who may have wondered why I bothered making Lord William
Chapford an absentee landlord in my tale 'The Chapford Wives' now have
your answer. If you're curious as to just how old Virginia is you can
find out by reading that one.
3) This instalment is probably about as heavily as I'm going to lean on
my larger fictional TG universe. Those of you interested in learning more
backstory can do so by reading the following sequence, all of which are
here on FM:
i) The Chapford Wives
ii) Altered Fates: Agent Zulo
iii) Agent Zulo: The Cabal
iv) Altered Fates: 2065 A.D.
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