Isolation, Again.

When They Cry - Higurashi.

The air was thick, heavy with moisture and difficult to breathe in. Mist crept along the floor, heavier than the air itself. A soft, distant moan echoed through her ears, waking her from the coma of paralysis.

"…Huh?…Who's there?" Mion whispered, limply sitting up.

"Hello?" She asked again, louder. The moaning echoed again, raising in volume. She tuned into the noise, dismantling the voice. Her eyes blinked open, mind processing the surrounding area.

"…Shion, is that you?" Mion called, hoping for it to be her sister.

"Mm…ion…," the voice answered painfully. Mion was hesitant, but began to pick herself up. Her footsteps to the voice were heavy, and her breathing was even heavier. She coughed a few times, feeling her lungs leap into her very own throat. The moaning began coming closer; Mion put her hand on the nearby wall, keeping her balance.

"What is this…fog?" She questioned out loud. "It's…terrible!" Her cough started to worsen, making her throat dryer than the Sahara Desert. A large thump vibrated near her figure, causing her to jump with fear.

"Mion!" A loud boom shook the room, and a rather enormous hand grabbed at Mion, taking her arm.

"Hey!…Gah…Let me go!" She screamed, her voice scratchy and irritated. Another hand grasped around her other arm, submersing her into a tight hold.

"Mion…it's time…," spoke the violent voice. The creature shoved Mion against the wall, knocking the wind out of her. "…To die!" Mion's scream was muffled by her strained vocals, along with a wrapped hand clenching her throat. The fog separated around the being, appearing to be a large scuba diving, gas mask looking creature. She took a closer look to see the mass melee of weapons that was sitting in the pouch along side the animalistic human. Her fear rose immediately, afraid of what was to come.

"Mion, don't you see? You weren't meant to love anyone…not Kei-chan either!" the voice yelled, tightening the grasp on Mion's throat. She began to shed tears, mixing her emotions and her body frozen with terror.

"You whiny little brat!" The grip was loosened and Mion dropped to the floor, able to breathe again. Suddenly, a sound rung through her skull, the sound of a metal being swung above her. The pipe landed aside of her cheek, threatening to the touch.

"Make one more sound…I dare you!" Her eyes gazed at the mystery person, flooding with tears and stinging with pain. A slight peep came from her vocal cords as she saw the pipe heading toward her forehead, rolling to the side for defense. Unable to fully gain her stature, she jumped to her feet and wrapped around the giant, ripping off its helmet. It thudded to the ground, revealing its owner to be a small red-headed girl.

"Teach…you to mess…with me!" Mion screeched, wailing her fist repeatedly into the abuser's head and neck. A small whine was heard before the balance between the two was lost, and both collapsed to the ground. Crawling away from the body, she felt a foot beside her reach for the ground. Her gasp was silenced by another hand, a familiar hand.

"Mion, you didn't obey."

That line clicked into her mind faster than anything had time to register, she knew who it was, and that she had to be punished.

"Good night…," the voice trailed off for just a moment, taking its breath of air. "…Little sister!" A scream muffled arrived in Mion's throat, the only thing to leave her sore lungs was, "Shion!" and that, only to be followed by, a loud, horrific slice, quieting the air.

"Silly sister…stay away from Kei-chan." Her laughter surfaced, booming throughout the solidified room. Shion traced the outlining of her knife with pride as she threw it like a dagger into Mion's forehead, leaving her to ruins, like always.