Charity 48

Whispers of a Former Life: Episode 48

Inside the stale, plaid darkness, Charity curled tighter into herself, arms wrapped around her shins, forehead pressed to her knees. She could feel every motion Alejandra made,  the swing of her hips, the tug of the backpack strap against her fabric walls, the slow, measured vibration of footsteps that rattled through her bones like distant thunder. 

At her old size, she never noticed the world move beneath her. Floors were firm. Walls didn’t breathe. The air didn’t taste like old denim and sweat and the faint ghost of cheap rose perfume. But now, every creak of Alejandra’s shoes against the sidewalk translated into a shifting quake, rolling her softly left then right, pressing her nose deeper into the cloth folds she now called shelter. 

Her senses betrayed her too,  sharper now in ways she hadn’t yet fully accepted. Her hearing caught it all: the low hum of bus engines through the canvas, the muttered Spanish that slipped from Alejandra’s lips when she thought no one,  nothing, could understand. Charity could hear the coins clink into unfamiliar palms, catch the crisp crinkle of receipts, the shuffle of another shopper’s bag brushing Alejandra’s hip as she turned in narrow aisles. 

She hated how much of Alejandra she could smell. The backpack was infused with her. Faint shampoo residue. Dry skin. That powdery flower scent Alejandra always dabbed under her ears,  the same perfume she once used to wrinkle her nose at when the girl passed too close to her marble hallway at home. Now it coated her lungs with each breath. 

Worse still was how her mind refused to obey the logic she clung to back then: She’s a maid, she’s beneath me. It didn’t hold. Not when every step, every flex of Alejandra’s stomach against the bag’s fabric reminded her who controlled the air she breathed, the ground she stood on, the rights she no longer possessed. 

 

A sudden bump sent her sprawling onto her side. She stifled a squeak. Even her voice betrayed her,  pitched high and thin, with none of the commanding bite it once had. She bit her knuckle to muffle the tremor in her throat. Through the bag she heard the jingle of a register, the flat monotone of a cashier asking ¿efectivo o tarjeta?  cash or card. 

Of course, it would be cash. Alejandra never left a trail. Charity knew this only because, once upon a time, she’d bragged about her father’s accountant catching “illegals” on the payroll. Now she was literal cargo in the pocket of the same kind of girl her family exploited for cheap labor. And somehow that girl had used her tiny, efficient Mexican government login to reclassify a Stevens heiress as a household pet. 

 

Charity’s new eyes had adjusted in the bag. There was no sunlight here, but her pupils flexed and widened, catching every nuance: the scuffed pen rolling by her hip when Alejandra moved too quickly; the faint lint particles drifting like ghostly stars. She hated it. She didn’t want to see this world so clearly. She didn’t want to taste the stale perfume, or feel the steady furnace heat radiating from Alejandra’s lower back through the fabric. 

She’s just a girl, Charity thought desperately. She’s just a girl! 

But the truth pulsed in her new, too-quick little heartbeat: 
No,  Alejandra was not just a girl anymore. She was a guardian. 
She was the guardian, and Charity, for all her sharp senses, was nothing but a highly evolved pet. 

 

The backpack shifted again. A new, muffled world: the warm hum of dryers, the plastic clatter of buttons inside a cheap washing machine, the slap of a flip-flop two seats down. Alejandra sat down,  Charity felt it first in her bones: the sudden downward whoosh, the bag compressing tighter around her as the girl’s thigh pushed up beneath it. The stale air squeezed from her lungs; she sucked in another desperate gulp, stale and warm with Alejandra’s scent. 

And then,  the soft drum of fingertips. Not on her skin, but close enough. Alejandra’s finger tapping the canvas in lazy rhythm. A reminder. 

I know you’re in there, Patrona. 
And you know it too. 

 

Charity closed her eyes. She could hear the faint drip of a ceiling leak hitting an empty mop bucket two rows over. She could feel the hum of Alejandra’s phone buzzing once on her lap. She could smell the faint detergent tang mingling with the ever-present ghost of rose perfume. 

She could sense everything. But none of it changed the truth: 
She was stuck inside the bag,  sharper senses and all,  with nowhere to run, no one to hear her whisper if she dared to scream. 

Outside, Alejandra laughed at something the laundromat lady said. 
Inside, Charity pressed her forehead back to her knees and tried not to cry. 

 

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Tantan
Tantan
28 days ago

Where is she going anyway is she going to stay in this bag all week ?

Asukafan2001
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Reply to  Tantan
28 days ago

Alejandra is going about her life and day. Charity won’t be inside the bag all week. She will be in and out of the bag throughout this day in universe. So it’s a bit back and forth. As the bag is how Alejandra transports her similar to how Sara just lets Jordan sit on her shoulder. As Jordan doesn’t like being trapped and Sara respects that when possible. So she allows him to pikachu about.

Alejandra does not make that consideration for charity as she looks at littles from a Mexican in universe perspective.

This also highlights cultural differences.

Last edited 28 days ago by Asukafan2001
Tantan
Tantan
Reply to  Asukafan2001
28 days ago

Can i ask how takes Charity parents?

Asukafan2001
Admin
Reply to  Tantan
28 days ago

It’s listed in the story they go to distant relatives. They aren’t fleshed out beyond that as they aren’t part of the story

C M
C M
Reply to  Asukafan2001
28 days ago

somewhat related, but wasn’t Jordan shown a tictok of a little in france being killed? mostly just trying to piece together in my head which mentioned countries are best with littles and which aren’t. I kinda see it as:

  1. Austrilia (based off fanfic)
  2. USA
  3. UK
  4. Mexico
  5. Chile
  6. France
  7. I think China? i can’t find wheere chloe said she had gone
Lee Han
Reply to  C M
28 days ago

I am DYING for a world building lore dump on how different countries treat littles. Lethal would go nuts.

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  Lee Han
28 days ago

He would.

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  Asukafan2001
28 days ago

1) That’s an efficient system
 
2) No age restriction is interesting, though it sounds like grade 7s at the youngest.
 
3) Requiring truthful location data could be Al’s downfall, if they investigate it properly they could find out Al and more importantly Charity weren’t in Mexico.
 
4) Succession is an aspect I’ve been wondering about.
 
5) well then Al had better hop to find an illegal friendly doctor.
 
6) Unifier universal registry sounds good.
 
7) so I guess Al is risking her life.
 
8) I wonder how much this is enforced.
 
9) subjective law enforcement? What could possibly go wrong?
 
10) Keeping Little and guardian information private sounds like a genuinely great idea.
 
11) a rabid little is a funny thing to think about.
 
12) Honestly if a Little managed to kil their guardian I’d probably be to impressed to charge them.
 
13) the boarder police is about what I expected.
 
14) Having the registration fee scaled to certain factors feels iffy and potentially unfair.
 
15) Black market Littles sound like an interesting addition to he world.
 
16) Sounds like Al’s actually safe lol.

C M
C M
Reply to  Lee Han
28 days ago

I want a lore dump too, but i’d love for it to be in story format like this one has been or done in a series of shorts or mock-news articles and whatnot.

Tantan
Tantan
Reply to  Asukafan2001
28 days ago

Dose popole form other countries eat tinyes chloe says she go to restaurant whree they put tiny people in glass cage next of the lobsters cage?

Lee Han
Reply to  Asukafan2001
28 days ago

So if the Roman empire still exits what’s the status of Europe? Iirc they are like a coalition now under the Romans? Honestly the idea of Rome existing is a pretty big thing to overlook in this world. Wars not fought and empires not existing. Was there ever even a world war if Rome would’ve existed. And how could the US be so influential with a large millennia old Empire is still around. There’s just too much juicy stuff

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  C M
28 days ago

I think Chloe’s travels were deliberately left vague as to which countries she went to.

Lethal Ledgend
28 days ago

1) “her mind refused to obey the logic she clung to back then: She’s a maid, she’s beneath me. It didn’t hold” no it wouldn’t hold in her current situation.

2) “And somehow that girl had used her tiny, efficient Mexican government login to reclassify a Stevens heiress as a household pet” and what’s more it only took her a few minutes.

3) “She hated it. She didn’t want to see this world so clearly. She didn’t want to taste the stale perfume, or feel the steady furnace heat radiating from Alejandra’s lower back through the fabric” no I can’t imagine that’d be something she wants to be good at.

4) “She’s just a girl, Charity thought desperately. She’s just a girl!” she is, but now you’re even less than that.

5) “Alejandra was not just a girl anymore. She was a guardian. She was the guardian, and Charity, for all her sharp senses, was nothing but a highly evolved pet.” that’s another way of looking at it.

6) “She could sense everything. But none of it changed the truth:” no, if anything it’d reinforce it.

Tantan
Tantan
Reply to  Asukafan2001
28 days ago

Dose any one in mixco can have little people even the kids in the Elementary school ?

Nodqfan
Reply to  Asukafan2001
28 days ago

That’s interesting.

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  Asukafan2001
28 days ago

2) Well, opportunity never knocks twice, so she had to. 

3) in fairness, most people wouldn’t want that. 

4) my point exactly