hi guys, I thought I'd start a new story, I will be updating Red Mist too soon! I'll update one story one day and the other the next! Please review if you enjoy and I hope you do enjoy it :) ~ Louise Lawliet

Walking through the streets of London was bad enough. Trying to find the correct street out of the hundreds of winding roads and tiny alleyways was like trying to find a needle In a haystack. An older man, in his early fifties, was walking down one of these streets. The man worked as an inventor, a famous inventor. Quillish Wammy. He often came to London to visit the various museums and meet with fellow inventors for discussions and talks. As he was trying to find his way back to the hotel he was currently staying in. He took a wrong turn and soon discovered he was lost. He sighed as he turned and headed down a small dark street.

"I'm sure I have taken a wrong turn somewhere," he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his brow and then turned to look at his watch.

'10:30pm'

Quillish was about to pull out his mobile phone to contact Roger, another man he was staying with in the hotel, when he heard what sounded like shouting at the end of the alley. As he went to investigate, he saw a woman standing near a collection of industrial rubbish bins screaming. He approached the woman as she looked very distressed and even upset.

"Madam what ever is wrong, you look like you are concerned about something," The woman looked up and sighed in relief as she saw the man.

"Oh sir, I thought I just heard something in the rubbish bins, I thought It may be a fox or something and the thought of animals terrifies me".Quillish looked at the woman again, she looked around 18, short blond hair and wearing a waitress' uniform.

"Don't worry ma'am, I'll check and scare away and offending animals," he smiled as he began to inspect the bins. He began pulled away one of the bigger bins and as he did he thought he heard a tiny whimper. Confused, he moved the bin completley away from the wall, he froze with what he saw, and the woman covered her mouth in shock.

Hiding behind the bins, cowered a small child, extremely thin, pale skin which looked almost translucent, thick black hair and large dark eyes. He wore a massive hooded jumper which was torn and filthy, and also wore a pair of torn jeans but no shoes, just dirty, cut and scarred bare feet. Quillish bent down and held his hand out to the child, Quillish felt incredible sadness as he saw how the small boy flinched as he reached his arm out and tried his best to cower as far into the wall as possible.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," Quillish said in the softest voice he could manage. The small boy looked directly into his eyes. Quillish could see the terror held in the small child's obsidian eyes and he backed away further. The woman could barley keep back tears as she saw the boy try to escape any human contact they attempted to give him. Quillish calmly approched the small boy further,

"My name is Quillish Wammy, but you can call me Watari, what's your name?" He said holding his hand out again smiling at the child. The small boy slowly came forward from his safe spot on the wall, Watari then moved his arm slightly and he cowered down onto the floor. Watari could only compare the child to a dog that had been beaten into submission by it's cruel master.

"It's okay, I promise I won't hurt you, I can take you somewhere where you will never have to be scared," Watari held his hand out again as the small boy looked up and held his own tiny arm out. Watari could see every bone in his tiny hand, he was obviously not well fed and he was very emaciated. As Watari reached to hold e small child's hand, he saw the fear I'm his large, sad eyes. The small boy pulled away and collapsed into the bins. Watari grabbed the tiny boy and saw he was Completley unconscious.

"Ma'am I shall take him to the nearest hospital, could you direct me to the closest?" The woman nodded and Watari picked up the small, unconscious boy and was lead to a local hospital.

'What on earth have you been through?' He thought as he followed the woman to the nearest hospital.