Tittle: Mist
Chapter: 1: It begins
Author: Lady Hiko
Email: ladyhiko@yahoo.com
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Rating: PG.
Ranting:  Once a mind is lost, hardly ever is it returned.  That is why insane people seek out other insane people.
	The lines were strong and steady as the sick and the ailing stumbled into the ship, unbeknownst of their fate.  The mist, that sickening grueling mist that had slunken into their houses, their homes, had claimed their fate.
	Among these desolates was a singly odd pair, or at least it would be to the norms.  Standing among the sick and the diseased stood a small boy and his twin sister.
	Poking the small boy in the side, the little girl asked, "Are you sure this is the right line?" while shivering at the sight of so many people with boils.
	"I'm pretty sure," replied the boy and upon seeing a group of children, he decided probably not.
	Also spotting the other children, the girl promptly elbowed the boy in the ribs, causing a slight owe from him.
	"See Mamoru, I told you we were in the wrong line!"
	"All right Rei, you were right, but next time don't hit me so hard!"
	With that the young boy stormed over to were the children stood, his sister's hand clamped firmly in hand as they passed through the death and decay.  Passing through the crowd, they say more advanced cases, getting worse by the footfall, and then they saw the worst of all.
	There, below them, right at their feet, lain two small children about their age.  Their faces were covered with the hardened slimy green puss, leaving only tufts of their long black hair peeping out.  They could have been boys; they could have been girls.  It was hard to tell, all they could decipher is that they were dead, and that was for sure.  Their stench was overwhelming.
	Closing her eyes tight, Rei clung to her brother's arm, tears squeezing out.  "I don't want to see anymore...Get me away from here!" she sobbed.
	Slowly nodding his head he took her arm again and finished the rest of the way to the children's line.

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	Deep below in the belly of the ship lain another small child, weeping beside her blond haired cousin, wondering how that red clad bow managed to stay on her head.
	Looking at her cousin, the blond whispered, "It's gonna be alright Ami.  It's gonna be alright."
	"But when?"
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	About sunset that evening...
	The line to the boat was trickling down to nil as the last two of the healths were escorted onto the boat.  Two elder children, both about eleven or so, were last to enter the boat.  One had, oddly enough, teal hair, and the other had boyish cut blond hair and was dressed as a guy.
	The door swiftly slammed behind them as they set foot inside, making the aqua haired girl jump.
	"Do they have to slam that door so hard?  Was it something I said?"
	"Oh nah, Michi-chan, you didn't do anything except surviving."
	"What do you mean by that?"
	"Hey you back there!  Shut up and be quiet!" yelled the guard escorting them to the bellows of the cargo ship.
	Reducing her voice to a barely audible whisper, Hakura continued, "Don't those two mean the same thing?  Anyway, they're mad that we survived the mist thing, and they'll probably not.  I believe they're trying to figure out why."
	"I said shut up!" bellowed the guard once again.
	The rest of the trip below was spent in silence.

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	The ship let out a sudden shudder as it pulled from its moor, waking the small golden child with a start.  Realizing she was no longer in the in the hospital, she abruptly felt so alone in the world.  The sobs came slow and steady as an unknown shiver racked her small body.  How was she to survive?  What were these people going to do to her?  Was it going to be like how those people were shown on TV, where they were put in trains in cages by men in plastic suits to an unknown destination that uncannily looked like a zoo?
	Before she could even stop herself, before she even knew what she was saying came a small outburst out of her, " I don't wanna go to the zoo!" Her voice reverberated off the walls, making it ten times as loud.
	"Hey!  Shut up over there!" came a male voice from the bellows of the ship, frightening the poor girl as she stepped on a poor unfortunate man right behind her.
	"Owwwwwwww!  Watch it!" he cried out.  Instantly he spotted a crack in the shell that had encased his arm, shocked, considering that diamond couldn't even cut it.  He began to reach for her; desperate to get the self made shell off of him, scaring the hell out of her.
	She tried to run, to get away, only to be caught around the wrist by the desperate man.
	Struggling to free her arm, she yelled, "Let go of me!" causing all eyes in the room to focus on them.  The man sweat dropped, stuttering, "It's okay folks, I'm just her father!  Nothing to see here."  Still struggling, Usagi yelled, " No you're not!  He's lying!"
	"Is this man bothering you?" came a small voice, sounding oddly intimidating.  Usagi looked up and saw a small girl about her age with green eyes and brown hair, flexing her surprisingly muscular arm.  "Because if he is, I can take care of him for you."  To anyone seeing this from outside the circle, it would probably seem funny; that is, until they saw the menacing look the four-year-old was giving him, making her look much older.
	The man's face contorted even more in fear, even though a four-year-old was staring him down.  He backed away, slowly and steadily, until his butt hit the wall.  He sat down where he hit, cradling his arm, still staring at the menacing four-year-old and the one who cracked his arm.  
	And that's when the crowd noticed it.  All those who were ailing noticed the crack on his arm and many approached him.
	"What happened to your arm?"
	"Does it hurt?"
	"Is it okay?"
	They all asked varying questions equivilent to that, but the main one they asked was, "What happened?"
	All the man did was point to the little golden child and murmured, "She did it."
	All eyes, every single desperate pair turned to the golden child, staring at her like a hungry mob.
	Desperation is your worst enemy people, your worst enemy.  It turns you into the worst beings on earth, drives you to do things you definitely should not do.  It drives you to your worst as it did to the crowd, turning them to the level of a mob as they hungrily enclosed around the small child, preventing any and all escape routes.
	Over the crowd one voice was heard yelling at the top of their lungs, "Stop it!"

~~~~~ Author's notes ~~~~~

	Here is where I'm stopping.  I bet some of you thought I wasn't going to write about it for a while like I did with Arabian Knight.  Oh yeah, please don't kill me on Arabian Knight.  If you kill me there will be no more!

~Lady Hiko