Mind Pirate: Resurrection

By Aaron Pery

Book II in the Mind Pirate Series. After her plane is destroyed by a bomb and she takes over Mia's body, Lucy Holloway has to start life all over again, as prepbubescent child of twelve.
She succeeds in overcoming the difficulties of growing up as a young girl and ends up delighting in the process while running her company from behind the scenes. Mia also
avenges herself on her would-be killers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aaron Pery
• Release date: Mar 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476343877

Aaron Pery

As most authors might claim, I was always been a natural storyteller and voracious book reader. Somehow, I also knew that some day I would sit down and write a book, which I did quite recently.When I finally sat in front of my computer monitor to do just that, the words literally came pouring out. Before very long, I had written many books in various genres.At first, my prolific writing was mainly for the pleasure and self-entertainment involved, until I discocered Smashwords and ebooks, and here I am, a published author with a long list of books to my credit. And many more to come.

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Mind Pirate - Resurrection

Chapter 1

Lucille regained consciousness to the sound of a hushed argument. She instantly recognized the voices of Shar and Mitch, who had a heated discussion to which she listened in without opening her eyes.

I tell you she's not dead, Mitch. It's impossible. Not our Lucy.

Please, Shar, you've got to face reality. Lucy is dead. I saw her body in the morgue and there was very little left of her that resembled a human being since the bomb exploded right under her seat and literally tore her to shreds. I promise that I'll take care of the poor little girl, but there's nothing more we can do here. You've got to go home and continue with your life, just as she would've wanted you to. And you haven't eaten or slept in over seventy-two hours, Shari, so at least go the hotel and take care of yourself. Please.

I'm not going anywhere until the little girl comes out of it. I've got to talk to her, Mitch. When they found her half-dead on the runway she was holding on to Lucy's severed hand and there had to have been a reason for that. I know it, I just know it.

That's crazy, Shar. Who told you this gruesome story?

One of the guys in the ambulance. He told me that they had to pry her hand forcefully to separate them, and it gave the guy the willies.

Lucy was gone before her mind had a chance to save herself regardless of how mighty it was. Accept it, Shar, please, or you'll go nuts.

Remember how Donald had saved himself when he was about to die? There's got to be something like that here. No way am I leaving, Mitch. I'm going to stay here with the little girl and keep an eye on her until she wakes up and tells me what had really happened. Even if I'm wrong, the way they held hands tells me that Lucy must have cared a lot about her. She's alone in the world, poor thing, with no one to care if she's dead or alive. She's like us, Mitch, someone Lucy cared for, and we must take care of her like she would have.

I've already started the procedure to become her guardian, so she'll be okay.

But she'll need to see a sympathetic face when she wakes up, feeling alone and hurt. Look at her. She's the most beautiful kid I ever saw, even as covered as she is with all the bandages. The doctors say she should come out of it unscathed, just a few small scars that will fade in time.

We'll give her a good home, Shar, and lots of love. But what if she's a horror and a pain in the ass? Kids can be that way, you know, even pretty little girls.

Lucille could no longer contain herself. She opened her eyes and said: How about a pain in the ass old fart doctor who thinks that he knows everything? You tell me.

Shar and Mitch looked at the little pale girl in the huge bed with a bewildered expression in their eyes until Shar dropped silently to the floor in a dead faint. Mitch remained glued to his spot for a moment, then sprang into action when he heard the thud of Shar's fallen body. He lifted her into a chair, slapped her face lightly and then put a wet towel on her forehead.

The moment she regained consciousness, Shar rushed over to the bed. It's you Lucy, isn't it?

Yes, Shari, it's me. The sons o' bitches killed poor Mia and destroyed my body. I took over her body only after I found out that she was dead and that I couldn't help. I would have gladly died otherwise, you've got to believe it. Poor Mia had a foot long steel rod stuck in her brain when I reached her.

Of course we believe you, don't be silly.

The tears came gushing out of Lucille's eyes. We were going to go to Disneyland the next day and become great buddies. I'm going to pay that bastard Gimble Jr. in a way that he'd wish I killed him. He's going to pay for the life that he took by living in a private hell for a long, long time.

Shar held Lucille's small frame in her arms and tried to calm her down. Shhh, Lucy, forget about Carl for now. I'm your friend and I'm here to take care of you, so relax and go back to sleep. She put Lucille's head back on the pillow and lay down next to her, still holding her until she fell asleep. When Shar motioned to Mitch to leave the room he turned the lights off before closing the door, his mind in turmoil from what he had just seen.

When Lucille opened her eyes the next morning, she saw Shar's face beaming at her. Well, good morning, Lucy. How're you feeling?

After the mothering I got from you all night? Absolutely marvelous. In fact, I would like to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. And you better stop calling me Lucy or people'll think you'd gone nuts.

You're right. What should I call you? Mia sounds awfully hard to say.

She called herself Mia.

Strange name but it sounds beautiful. It's going to be pretty tough to do without making mistakes.

I know. But even inside my head I'm going to have to start referring to myself as Mia, like I did with Lucille. Boy, is this ever gonna be a pisser, being a little girl when I was just getting used to being a woman and a wife.

At least you won't have any problems later after going through every phase of puberty.

This is the most fucking, revolting I'd ever heard.

Shar could barely keep a straight face. Little girls can't talk this way, Lucy. I mean Mia.

Shit, oh shit. I didn't think of that.

The angry voice from the door startled both of them. The starchy looking nurse gave them a stern look. How can you allow the child to use such foul language, Ms. Lundy?

Mia diffused the situation when she saw the look on Shar's face. Sorry, nurse, I hurt myself when I moved my leg too quickly and the cuss-words just came out. I needed to go to the bathroom real bad and I forgot that I was hurt.

The nurse seemed mollified. You'll have to be very careful for a few days. The doctor thought you were doing well when he checked on you this morning, but maybe you're not as well as he thought you are. Would you like me to get you a pot?

Mia smiled sweetly at her. No, Ma'am, thanks but I'll make it on my own.

Good, then I'll see later.

Phew, I almost punched the old bitch in the face. It's not because she acted so high and mighty but because she wouldn't offer to help you go to the bathroom.

The hell with the bitch. Help me to the bathroom or I'll really prove to her that I'm a dirty little Mexican brat and piss in bed.

Shar smiled and tried to help Mia off the bed, but when she saw her wincing, she lifted her in her arms and took her to the bathroom where she put her on the toilet after moving the hospital gown aside. Mia looked at her friend, terribly embarrassed. Aren't you going to leave now?

What for? We've done worse things together than piss. Seriously, I'm afraid to leave you alone so go on and take care of business.

You're right, I guess, so thanks for being such a friend. Mia spoke to Shar over the sound of the urine hitting water. I heard your conversation with Mitch yesterday and I want you to know how much I appreciate it. You're a true blue friend.

When Mia finished she stood up on her own and washed her hands. Shar helped her walk back to bed and then lifted her back in. Gosh, you're so skinny I bet you barely weigh eighty pounds. It feels funny being so tall next to you.

Yes, I guess it is.

Mitch came in just as Mia began eating the breakfast that had been brought in while she was in the bathroom, and walked over to kiss her. You look so much better this morning. Now, tell me what you want to do.

Mia finished chewing her toast, thinking about her new situation before she answered him. She appreciated his non-patronizing attitude toward her despite her new, diminutive size. I want to go home.

There's no problem doing that. I've pushed to get custody over you once we found out that Mia had no family and I got the final papers this morning from an old schoolmate judge that I know around here. Nobody protested, by the way, which didn't surprise me after I found out that she was coming to Modesto to literally enter servitude. Now, the first thing you must do, Mia, is accept that you're a skinny little kid. You had managed to bamboozle everyone when you became Lucille because you had the body of a twenty-three year old, but you can't do it this time. Not looking the way you do.

You're right, of course, about my size. I know that I'm a skinny little girl, and what is even worse is that I can't make myself look older. I know more about medicine than most of the doctors and maybe even you, but it's all about fixing existing body parts, nothing about natural growth. I wouldn't dare speed up my development because I'm afraid that I'll screw something up in the process, so I'm stuck looking the way I am. No driving, no business, and no sex for me for quite a few years. It's depressing, Mitch.

Don't despair, Mia, because you can work from home just as well as you did before at the office, and I'm sure you can train your voice to sound quite a bit more mature. We'll all need to make the appropriate adjustments in our life but what does it matter in comparison to having you back with us, well and alive.

Thanks for the boost in moral, Mitch. But we're also going to have problems with my education. I'm a kid, remember? You'll get in trouble if I don't become a full time student, which I categorically refuse to do. And what about my living arrangements? I want to live on my own, not as a guest in our old house with a man who used to be my husband and lover.

You'll have to accept that if you want me to be your guardian, but I think I have some solutions that will make life more palatable for all. First, I think that it's imperative that your administrative assistant June be told the truth, maybe not everything but enough to explain away why you're in the state you're in. I'm sure you could put together a viable explanation but I'm pretty sure that after working for you so closely for two years she must suspect that not everything about Lucille was as simple as you'd always made it out to be. And most importantly, she's as devoted to you as we all are.

June Metcalf was one of the original Special Forces recruit group that Sheldon had brought in as branch managers to take over the small banks that CalBank had acquired. She had received a medical discharge after being badly hurt in Iraq while leading her platoon into combat. To her great chagrin, once she recuperated she was given a string of medals and promoted to captain, after which she was discharged despite her vehement protests of claims that she was fit for duty. Yet, despite looking quite fit, June wasn't because her grave injuries were causing her constant excruciating pains, which she managed to hide quite well. At first she was hesitant to join the bank but she did after Sheldon, who had been her commanding officer, literally ordered her to take the job. To her great surprise, she quickly fell into it and was thankful to Sheldon for forcing her into it as she excelled at her position and truly loved it. And when she was offered to become Lucille's assistant she loved it even more since to her mind, her responsibilities were quite akin to combat.

I agree wholeheartedly, but where are you going with it?

June's role will be as your personal representative to the business world. You can't remain at the helm of the company without her explicit knowledge of exactly who you are.

Agreed.

Now about your living arrangements. June, being a respectable retired female officer, should have no problem adopting you and officially change her home address to yours and move into the house while I find another place to live in so that no one will question the arrangements since you're both females.

Great idea, Mitch. Tears suddenly began running down her cheeks. But that'll mean that we're finished, doesn't it? I don't know if I'll be able to bear that.

Mitch hugged her tightly, then wiped her tears off. I'm afraid it must be so, my Lucy. Just look at us, and tell how acceptable to the world we'll be, and thirty year old man who lives with a twelve year old girl.

Yeah. You'll be arrested as a rapist and fucker of an under aged kid, and I'll be sent to some god awful foster home by the state. Oh, hell, so here I am undergoing another strange lifecycle. But what will you do?

I'll get back to medicine, and apply for a position in a hospital, or maybe even open my own practice.

Realistically thinking, it's probably the right move for you to make. But you'll stay around us as a friend, Mitch, and you better get yourself a girlfriend to play with.

Mitch smiled. Always directing everyone's life, don't you? Oh, hell, you're right and I'll do exactly as you say. In a while, though.

Okay, Mitch. But how about my schooling? That's really going to be hard to resolve.

There's an easy solution there, too. I have a friend who's a principle of a very exclusive private school. I'd like your permission to talk to him about you, presenting you as a child prodigy with special needs. I'm sure that he's going to go gaga after spending an hour with you and will demand of me to give him complete responsibility for your education. That'll keep you out of normal schools, where nasty little boys are liable to get hurt if they ever pull your braids. Seriously, it can be a great setup for you, fulfilling your thirst for knowledge, too.

This is marvelous, Mitch, just great. I can hardly wait to get going.

Then everything is settled. Oh, we can still play tennis, which I'm sure I'll be able to beat the hell out of you now that you're a little shit. And I don't think anyone at Boswell's is going to look askance at me for bringing my ward for dinner once a week. But I'm afraid you'll have to abstain from drinking your awful firewater in public.

Come back over here, Mitch. Mia patted the bed by her side, and the moment that he did she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as hard as she could. Thank you, old buddy, for being such a friend through all the crazy times that I'd unleashed on you. She whispered in his ear. They remained like that for a long time, enjoying their close proximity.

Shar, who had been sitting by the window and listening to their plans, joined them on the bed, adding her own hugs, kisses, and tears. They almost jumped when they heard Mia's high-pitched voice complaining in Lucille's familiar style. What d'you all think I am? A rose you intend to press hard enough so you could put me in a book, dry and lifeless?

Shar burst into hysterical laughter interspersed with crying. Now I know it's really you. When Mitch got up, looking a little embarrassed, Shar held Mia's shoulders at arms length and looked at her closely. But you're just a little squirt, brown as a cookie and cute as a button. Mia Cruz, eh? I agree that Mia sounds better. Oh, shit, why am I saying such nonsense? I love you, Lucy, and I'm glad you're alive. Come, give the old barmaid sky a real decent hug, and no snide remarks, please. Just hug me quietly.

Mia complied, though she almost said something biting. Once they became emotionally drained, they sat holding hands for a while until Mia asked. Is anyone here hungry? I'm really starved for normal people food, not the slop they give you here.

Mitch looked at his watch. It's now about eleven, and I'm hungry too so we have two choices. Go down to the cafeteria right now and eat something less than desirable, or check you out and eat lunch at a great steak house that I found last night across the street. What's your choice?

Like you needed to ask. Let's get out of here. Oh, and what do you suggest I wear? This open butt party gown?

Auntie will take care of that. I don't get involved in supplying little girls with dresses and pink ribbons. S' not my bailiwick. Mitch said on his way out to see her doctor and make the release arrangements.

Mia responded by screaming at the top of her lungs. You fucking chauvinist pig. I hope your dick rots and falls off.

The nurse showed up as though she had been standing outside the door. I will not have you use such vulgar language in my hospital. I have a good mind to wash your mouth with soap.

Mia slid of the bed and lispingly advanced on the nurse, giving her a bone-chilling look as she whispered. You dumb, fucking old prune. If you bother me one more time I'll stick a broom handle up your shriveled ass. Understand? The nurse's mouth dropped as she turned around and ran out of the room.

You finished venting your hostility? Shar asked as she pulled a small suitcase out of the closet. I got you a bunch of things the day before yesterday when I found out that your stuff was destroyed in the explosion. There are some pretty dresses and shoes in here but I also bought some jean sets and sneakers, with one oversize set in case you still have the bandages on. What would you like to wear?

Mia seemed a little subdued when she answered. Thanks Shar. And excuse me for being so pissed but please understand how hard it is for me to have suddenly regressed in stature.

Shar answered calmly, though Mia could see that there were tears in her eyes. You have the right to be upset, Lucy. I think I understand how you must feel.

You're so nice that it makes me feel a little ashamed of myself, Shar. I think I'd prefer wearing jeans for now, so please help me dress.

It took some doing putting on the pants, but they were large enough to go over the thick bandages on Mia's shins and thighs, where most of the deep wounds had occurred. She was dressed and ready when Mitch returned with a smiling young nurse pushing a wheel chair.

The doctor gave me a hard time about taking you out so soon, but he relented when I promised to take you directly to a hospital in Los Angeles and have you checked thoroughly, which he easily accepted since we're fellow physicians. This nice young lady has to take you out to the car in the wheel chair, so please sit in it and we'll be on our way.

Chapter 2

Mia ordered the largest steak available, with French fries and onion rings, and attacked it with gusto the moment it arrived. Shar had ordered the same but Mitch just a small steak and a baked potato, which he barely touched. When they finished eating and Mia wanted coffee, Mitch warned her: You can't order coffee, Mia, or smoke in public, or I'll get arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. You can sip from my cup, but order a Coke.

Okay, you're right. I'm lucky to have you guys around to instruct me this time around.

Thanks, Mia.

I'd like to go home now and get going on fixing all these irritating injuries.

I have a plane standing by so we can fly from here directly to Los Angeles and be home in less than two hours, Shar suggested.

Sounds great. Now, I assume that you'd informed everyone about who I truly am?

Yes, Shar answered. I told Sheldon already.

And I told Lenni and Robert.

Good, Mitch. So since Bob has been our unofficial security man, please ask him to take the job officially and retain a team of guards to keep a close eye on all of us from here on. Also, since June is going to become an integral part of the family, please have Lenni talk to her today and let her know about who Lucy was and her background as Donald, and what had happened to his mind. Oh, Shar, also have Sheldon doctor my old will to include June in it and assign all the remaining stock to Mia Cruz, a long lost relative of Lucille--he'll know how to do that.

No problem.

Also, no matter what you'd planned, I need to stay alone tonight to get my bearings from my new perspective, so please no arguments about it. You've both got to accept that I'm still the same person inside this little squirt, as Shar so aptly described my diminutive size. I'm still as tough as I used to be so please don't worry about me."

As they had promised, neither Shar nor Mitch objected when Mia got out of the car in front of her apartment building and punched the alarm code that released the front door.

Shar mused out loud as she saw the small form vanishing into the house, looking forlorn. I wonder how she's feeling right now, and how she'll make up. I know her well enough to appreciate how hard it's going to be.

Yes, Mitch said, But I also know that she's got a will stronger than we could ever understand. She'll be fine, Shar, and tough as nails by tomorrow morning.

I agree. But where will you go now that you'd been practically evicted without any clothes or personal items?

To one of the nice resident hotels on Wilshire, where I'll stay until I find a suitable apartment near where I'll be working. And for now I'll use some of the stuff I'd packed for the trip to Modesto so that won't be a problem either.

Are you really going to leave the bank, Mitch?

You know I have to do that considering our new situation. I'm actually looking forward to getting back to medicine so that won't be a problem, but I'll miss you all terribly.

And we'll miss you, of course. What about your position at the bank?

Oh, that shouldn't be a problem because my assistant is ready to take over from me. I'll spend the next week or two training him fully while I look for a job, so that won't be a problem either.

Mia entered her apartment and headed directly to the bedroom, avoiding looking into any mirrors on the way. She dropped her suitcase on the floor and fell into bed after she removed the cover with one strong wrench, realizing the moment she did it that despite her size, her super-human strength was intact. It helped pull Mia out of her dark mood. So you think you can beat the squirt in tennis, you big ox, she thought with glee, anticipating Mitch's impending surprise when they played next.

Smiling to herself, she undressed slowly until she remained in her underwear, then got into bed and covered herself with the familiar, comfortable touch of her sheets. She made a thorough inspection of her new body and then began mending her wounds until there was not a mark or scar left, also eliminating any moles and imperfections that she had discovered.

Still a little weak from her recent ordeal, Mia tired easily and fell asleep the moment she finished working on her body. When she woke up next, it was still dark outside and she was surprised to notice that it was almost midnight. Feeling rested and revitalized, she got up and went to the makeup alcove and began cutting and tearing off her bandages, doing it in the dark by feel rather than sight.

After using the toilet, she finally gathered her courage to look at herself in the mirror. She turned on the lights and stood in front of the mirror and looked at her new body, coldly scrutinizing and inspecting its every part and facet. The first, general impression that she perceived was of almost gaunt slenderness, which she recalled possessing at the same age while she had been a boy so she knew that there was nothing wrong in her development. The only difference was that where Donald had a little penis and scrotum protruding outwardly, Mia's hairless groin was flat, with two fleshy flaps pressed together between her legs. It was the same genital arrangement that she had had as Lucille, of course, but it lacked the finished look and feel of maturity that she had possessed. I guess I'm just a kid and that's what I'm supposed to look like, Mia thought.

Her narrow, smooth chest with two slightly protruding nipples was interesting to the touch as it produced an immediate tingle in her groin, not unlike what she had felt as Lucille. I guess tits are tits even before they come out, she thought, smiling at her image in the mirror as she accepted that there was nothing wrong with her body, immature and scrawny as it was.

Mia estimated her height at 4'6" and her weight at around seventy pounds, which she confirmed by getting on the scale. She scanned her memory for medical facts and found that her physical development was slightly slow yet normal for her age, and that she was supposed to enter her puberty phase at any time. Maybe my physical