Tittle: Mist
Author: Lady Hiko
Email: ladyhiko@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.geocities.com/ladyhiko http://www.geocities.com/sailorpluto23/MoonLightRoses
Rating: PG.
Completion time: 9:05pm 1/02/02
Prologue
In the early 2000's a natural phenomenon was uncovered. Archeologists working on escevating ancient pharaoh King Tatemono's tomb had made a mistake. While removing the top of the sarcophagus an antiquated pink gas seeped out, covering the researchers. Believed to have been merely some ancient dust it was simply dismissed.
They never knew what they had let escape.
Weeks later the researchers began to feel weak, and began to have bumps crawl across their skin as the mysterious pink mist began to grow like a demon, an incubus, spreading across the desert, engulfing its inhabitants.
Soon the rash's pusious bumps began to burst, releasing a squeamish lime green pus that began to cover them, hardening their skin, making it impossible to move. Scientists couldn't explain what was causing this reaction, or what the material was, for surely it wasn't just human pus, no pus could do this. They tried various acids and concoctions to try to dispel it from the men's bodies, but it didn't move, not even soften. Not many weeks after the goop slipped over the researcher's faces, suffocating them in their own bodily made shell, impenetrable to science.
Slowly as the mist crept its way across the sea into Japan, attacking people with its monstrous malodor, creeping into the very homes of its people, destroying their very lives. Soon science was to discover the scent like no other as the slaughterer of one another.
For months they tried to keep it under wraps, but it's pretty hard too keep people from noticing a phosphorescent pink cloud, killing off their neighbors. People rushed the hospitals, doctor's offices and clinics, begging for a cure (for those who could still walk), or for vaccines to prevent it. Those with sores were shunned for fear that touch of skin could transport it. As the disease progressed on the government began to panic. Driven by fear the emperor imprisoned those who carried the disease. Those in boils bled with fear, encasing them faster, causing them to die quicker. But as the rounding up went along, and family members of the same household were torn apart, science realized something. Some were immune to the disease. Soon the other family members were taken along, sent away on boats and trains to the origin near the disease to be studied, for the search for the cure. No one volunteered for this research, so they were forced into it.
So this is where our story takes its start, deep within the bellows of Tokyo. Deep within a slum-ish hospital cries a bewildered four year old Usagi, all alone, no one to rely on. Father is gone, mother died months ago, and now she just lost her only brother with her only living relative, Uncle Moshi.
Unknowing where to go, what to do, a dark shadow falls unnoticed over her weeping form. Two strange voices could be heard.
"Should we take her?"
"I don't know, do you think she'll survive?"
"Possibly, her papers were clean, no trace of the virus. And besides, she's an orphan, no living relative on this entire planet. Where does she have to go?"
"*Sigh* You're right. Let's take her."
And with that the girl was lifted unwillingly to be taken to the unknown location in Africa.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Author's Notes ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So what did ya think? Oddly enough this idea came to me in a dream. Strange huh?
Will you guys all do me a favor, if you have time, please email me so that I know I'm heard. It can be just a one liner with a single signature. Please, I don't know if I'm heard.
~ Lady Hiko
ladyhiko@yahoo.com
Author: Lady Hiko
Email: ladyhiko@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.geocities.com/ladyhiko http://www.geocities.com/sailorpluto23/MoonLightRoses
Rating: PG.
Completion time: 9:05pm 1/02/02
Prologue
In the early 2000's a natural phenomenon was uncovered. Archeologists working on escevating ancient pharaoh King Tatemono's tomb had made a mistake. While removing the top of the sarcophagus an antiquated pink gas seeped out, covering the researchers. Believed to have been merely some ancient dust it was simply dismissed.
They never knew what they had let escape.
Weeks later the researchers began to feel weak, and began to have bumps crawl across their skin as the mysterious pink mist began to grow like a demon, an incubus, spreading across the desert, engulfing its inhabitants.
Soon the rash's pusious bumps began to burst, releasing a squeamish lime green pus that began to cover them, hardening their skin, making it impossible to move. Scientists couldn't explain what was causing this reaction, or what the material was, for surely it wasn't just human pus, no pus could do this. They tried various acids and concoctions to try to dispel it from the men's bodies, but it didn't move, not even soften. Not many weeks after the goop slipped over the researcher's faces, suffocating them in their own bodily made shell, impenetrable to science.
Slowly as the mist crept its way across the sea into Japan, attacking people with its monstrous malodor, creeping into the very homes of its people, destroying their very lives. Soon science was to discover the scent like no other as the slaughterer of one another.
For months they tried to keep it under wraps, but it's pretty hard too keep people from noticing a phosphorescent pink cloud, killing off their neighbors. People rushed the hospitals, doctor's offices and clinics, begging for a cure (for those who could still walk), or for vaccines to prevent it. Those with sores were shunned for fear that touch of skin could transport it. As the disease progressed on the government began to panic. Driven by fear the emperor imprisoned those who carried the disease. Those in boils bled with fear, encasing them faster, causing them to die quicker. But as the rounding up went along, and family members of the same household were torn apart, science realized something. Some were immune to the disease. Soon the other family members were taken along, sent away on boats and trains to the origin near the disease to be studied, for the search for the cure. No one volunteered for this research, so they were forced into it.
So this is where our story takes its start, deep within the bellows of Tokyo. Deep within a slum-ish hospital cries a bewildered four year old Usagi, all alone, no one to rely on. Father is gone, mother died months ago, and now she just lost her only brother with her only living relative, Uncle Moshi.
Unknowing where to go, what to do, a dark shadow falls unnoticed over her weeping form. Two strange voices could be heard.
"Should we take her?"
"I don't know, do you think she'll survive?"
"Possibly, her papers were clean, no trace of the virus. And besides, she's an orphan, no living relative on this entire planet. Where does she have to go?"
"*Sigh* You're right. Let's take her."
And with that the girl was lifted unwillingly to be taken to the unknown location in Africa.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Author's Notes ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So what did ya think? Oddly enough this idea came to me in a dream. Strange huh?
Will you guys all do me a favor, if you have time, please email me so that I know I'm heard. It can be just a one liner with a single signature. Please, I don't know if I'm heard.
~ Lady Hiko
ladyhiko@yahoo.com