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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!”
`````` Moments before, Seiya ``````
I had been lying high upon a makeshift loft upon a stack of crates, my head lazily settled upon my
arms, my feet dangling over the edge. No one seemed to notice me, but it was fine with me. My sister, my
OLDER sister, Setsuna ways quietly lying next to me, sound asleep with that clunker of a leg resting next
to her staff. You see, she had also been infected by the mist, or at least that is what I have been told. I still
don’t understand why she was infected and not me, but that’s not the point.
Lying there can only amuse you for a short amount of time, so when I heard a loud noise, of
course I’d look down. Sure, I was nosy, but hey, what can you expect from a four-year-old who is bored to
death from having to share living space with cargo.
Anyhow, the loud noise happened to be directed to a rather fat bald man and a small blond child
with a very, very weird hairstyle. Sure, my hairstyle had come close to edge of being weird, but this one
just jumped, skipped and merrily hopped directly over that border. Blondie down there didn’t seem to
happy, and well, that fat man just seemed starved, even though I don’t know how that’s possible. He was
coming towards the girl and grabbed her wrist, hunger evident in his eyes.
What is he doing?
He pulled her towards himself as she struggled like a madwoman to get away. She screamed,
kicked, yelled, and everyone was now looking at her. Well, nearly everyone, Setsuna was still asleep.
The man began to sweat, realizing that he was being watched and stuttered, “It’s okay folks, I’m
just her father! Nothing to see here.”
The little girl seemed infuriated by that and began to scream and kick even harder, yelling, “ No
you’re not! He’s lying!” at the top of her lungs, even managing to wake Setsuna up.
Another girl joined her at that point, another puny one, but enough to keep the man at bay. That is
for now at least.
My attention was distracted from the scene below as Setsuna rolled over, mumbling an incoherent,
“What’s going on?”
I grabbed her arm and pulled her in the direction of the disturbance. This was about the time the
onlookers began to advance towards the little girls.
This got Setsuna angry, almost as mad as when those men took her and I away from our parents’
bodies, but that is not the point.
Grabbing her staff, she shoved me back towards the wall and told me to, “Stay here.” Bellowing
out, “Stop it!” she shoved herself off the box top, sending her self careening down upon what could only be
considered a mob member.
The sounds of yells and screams sent me looking over the boxes again to find her trying to fight
off the mob as the blond girl’s wail began to intensify. The shouts of the other girl next to her could be
heard, but that didn’t last for long. Apparently she had bit one of the mob members, causing one of them to
send her flying across the room. She hit a pile of boxes and was obviously too stunned to stand back up.
It was about this time that I noticed others had joined into the fight. Two guards had jumped into
the mess, clubs bared, as a blond and a teal haired girl clamored in.
The little girl was shrieking now, chunks of her pretty blond hair nestled in various mob members
hands with green hair mixed in between. I had lost sight of my sister long ago, and I was really starting to
worry.
Was she all right?
Where was she?
Suddenly I saw blood on the hands of the men of the mob, and I could hear the girl no more.
My eyes stuck wide open in shock.
Was SHE dead?
The thought in itself hit me with a sickening thud, and I was tempted to throw myself in the fray,
not really knowing why.
But I was saved from a cruel fate that would probably await me as my thoughts were suddenly cut
off by a loud boom. Three more guards now stood at the entryway, armed with beanbag guns. They may
not sound serious, but boy do those things hurt.
They began firing into the mob, trying to dispel them from whatever was beneath them.
The people wanted something, badly enough to start fighting each other, and the guards wanted to
know what it was.
About three more rounds later, they were able to cut into the center of the mob where the girl was,
having the other two guards and the blond and teal haired girls get out of the way. And there is where I
found my sister. She had spread herself over the small blond girl, shielding her like a linebacker would be
covering a fumbled football. She concealed her tighter than the lid of a pickle jar, and was covered in
blood because of it.
To hell with what she had said! I thought as I jumped down, worried of their condition.
But apparently I had jumped down too late, for before I could even move a muscle, I heard their
bag guns cock, daring me to take a step further.
“What the hell happened here?!” one of the men shouted, truly infuriated by the riot that had just
taken place.
No one dared to move, or speak up. The man just looked ticked off, and then barked at me,
“Well?”
I was scared, I will admit it. I was scared witless. I began to stutter out something incoherently; I
really didn’t want to be hit with that thing, or anything else for that matter.
In that stirring silence, that heavy silence that surrounded us, I began to hear a quiet whimper, like
as if something was actually moving under my sister.
The guard shoved me roughly aside, finding me utterly useless, as he strode up to my sister and
tried to dislodge her with his foot. She only clamped tighter around the little girl.
The guard’s eyes narrowed tighter at the look of her, and let out a low growl that sounded like,
“Move.”
She just stared defiantly back at him, guarding the girl as if she were her own as little clumps of
blond hair flowed out from beneath her arms.
Cocking a real gun, he tried once again, lowering his aim at Setsuna’s head, “Move or I’ll shoot.”
With one last defiant grunt she rolled off the whimpering girl. She looked even smaller after my
sister had moved. Aside from a nasty gash on her head, and a few bald spots and scrapes; she seemed fine,
but scared half to death.
The guard stepped over to the girl and looked down at her. She didn’t move to notice, just
trembled on the floor, whimpering all the same. He put a hand within a foot of her face and waved it past
left and right, but the girl stared blankly ahead.
This displeased him as he lifted the girl up and carried her to where the other guards stood. After
a few moments where they appeared to be talking, he motioned for the teal haired girl to gather up the
dazed child on the other side of the room, and the blond girl to help up my sister, balancing her between the
staff and herself.
As soon as we were securely behind the armed guards, myself included; he stepped forward,
radiating his voice loud enough to be heard by everyone down below.
“Due to this latest… occurrence, I am asking that you send all children up to the front of the room
whether they’re yours or not…” A quiet murmur rose from the crowd, some sending their children behind
them as an act of defiance. Narrowing his eyes astonishingly further, he continued, spit flying out of his
mouth as he spoke, “That was an order, not a request! Now send your children up to the front OR DO I
HAVE TO REPEAT MYSELF?!” With that he pulled out his pistol, the other guards following in pursuit.
Slowly, but surely, all the children from the room were filtered from the crowd, their ages varying
from two to fifteen. There were about twelve total, most being between four and six years of age, many
still trying to cling to their parents with desperate tears. Four of the guards moved forward, guns cocked,
ready to shoot, leaving us to be guarded by the main guard, the one that spoke. He was tall, and well built.
He seemed to be about the size of two of me stacked on top of each other. His blond hair casting darkly
over his green eyes, he looked down at the people like bugs. Though he saved us, I knew we shouldn’t
attempt to befriend him in any way, shape, or form and his V.A.G.A. tag confirmed it. His name was Kore,
and V.A.G.A. stood for Vengeance Against Gaseous Anomalies, but in their minds it seemed it was also
against those who were effected by it. The guards themselves were vicious creatures all on their own. They
didn’t seem to be at all affected by violence, and took no time to think before they’d strike another human
being down.
Soon all sixteen children were rounded up; myself included, and were lead up the corridor from
which we originally came. I originally had hopes that maybe we’d be allowed to leave, but that was
squashed as soon as we took a left through another door and were lead through another dim corridor. It
was only lit up by gas lit burners, their stench wreaking up the hall, while their light reflected on the badges
of the guards and the tear streaks down many of the children’s faces. At the end of the hall I could see a
solitary door, surrounded by nothing but brown-gray walls on either side, bright light seeping through the
base of the door at the floor.
I wasn’t sure what was behind the door, but was quick to find out as they lead us through it, the
brightness of the lights blinding us after being in such a dark hall.
Inside was one of the strangest sites I had yet to see. The room was filled to the brim with
children, but NONE of them were playing. Every single one was studying, or following the instructions of
some adult in a blue and black uniform. Some were even fighting, but the adults didn’t even seem to care.
It was like as though they wanted them to fight. They all seemed to be staring at us like some alien force
while they stood in their red and black uniforms, but I didn’t have much time to dwell on them as we were
lead further through the entirely white room and to another door. It said Ms. Invierno, and smelled oddly
like a dentist’s office, like as though it was filled to the brim with sanitary supplies and medicine.
Bleck. As if being on this ship is bad enough, now we have to smell this! Bleck!
Kore knocked three times on the door, and a mousy blond woman with her hair put up into a tight
bun firmly attached to the back of her head, presumably Ms. Invierno, poked her head out. She smiled
kindly to Kore, but as soon as she saw us, her face skewed to the distinction of looking as though someone
had sprayed skunk stink directly up one of her nostrils. Maybe she was pretty once, though it’s hard to tell
when a woman looks at you like vermin. She looked expectantly up at Kore; “This IS the last of them,
right?”
Looking down at us as though he was staring at the tiling right through us, he replied, “Yep, the
last of them until we hit Africa, then they’ll be out of your hair.” Looking down at the girl in his arms, he
looked expectantly back up at Ms. Invierno who was giving us one last look over. Her eyes caught his and
she muttered, “Bring them in, ALL of them in, and give the girl to me.”
With that the little blond girl was immediately given to her, and we were all ushered into her tiny
little room. I felt sorry for those of us who were claustrophobic, particularly a little four-year-old black
haired girl who was clinging to a small black haired boy.
After wrapping the little blond girl’s head in bandages and tending to the brunette girl and
Setsuna’s wounds, she looked at us boredly. Taking off her glasses and setting them on top of a large stack
of papers, she replied, “Take your clothes off.” She betrayed no emotion, and sounded very serious as she
looked at us expectantly.
“Here? NOW?! In front of all these other people?!” one of us panicked, a short blue haired girl
standing next to a small blond with a red bow hanging loosely in her hair.
Not skipping a beat, she replied, “All of you, take your clothes off now. Every single one of you.”
So she had each and every one of us strip down to our bare bottoms, even my 15yr old sister,
much to my embarrassment. She made sure that there were no lice, and poked and prodded us in the oddest
of places, much to my discomfort. The little bandaged up blond girl screamed all the way, and I couldn’t
help but want to stop the woman, protect her and apparently I wasn’t the only one. About seven other pair
of eyes told me so.
Filling out the rest of the forms, including getting our names, she told us we could put our clothes
back on, much to my relief. If my face could get any redder, I’d spontaneously combust!
Stacking the papers firmly together she told Setsuna to lead us to the engraver, who was just down
the hall to the left.
Ever feel as though all eyes are you, that every move you make has someone watching you?
That’s how I felt as I walked down the corridor. You could tell that the ship had been docked here for a
few weeks, maybe even a month, or perhaps they were moving a colony, because you could see it in their
eyes. The children, all of them, looked at us as if we were some kind of insect as we stood in our ragged
clothes. Their eyes were like ice, frozen as if they no longer had a soul…
~~~ Author’s notes ~~~~
Sorry that this is so short, but it seemed as good of a place as any to leave off. I should really
write on my stories more, ne?
~Lady Hiko
Rugrat list:
Beryl* * Anne
Alan** Jadeite **
Zoicite
Naru Kunzite
Seiya-- Setsuna--
Makoto- Motoki-
Haruka Michi
Mina’’ Ami’’
Rei’ Mamoru’
Umino Nephrite
Demando” Saffir”
Jun Jun
Fiore
Usagi
Esmerald
‘Or- or*=related
Bold = teen
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