Teasha: Hey everyone! Now, I know that you've all been waiting for me to publish this so soon, so here it is!
Emma: Don't get too cocky, you haven't even introduced me yet.
Teasha: But that's Kelsier's job!
Kelsier: Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to introduce your guest?
Teasha: Yes.
Kelsier: This is Emma, Teasha-san's sister. Is that it?
Teasha: No, don't forget the disclaimer.
Kelsier: Teasha-san does not own Mistborn or Death Note. That it?
Teasha: You know, you were happy when I told you you'd get to do the disclaimer last chapter.
Kelsier: I've changed my mind.
Emma: Hello? Are we going to get started yet? I came here for a reason you know.
Teasha: Oh, all right. Here we go! ;)
Beyond winced. Again. That stupid unfinished inquisitor kept hitting the walls, threatening to do more damage to the already injured Beyond. He gritted his teeth in frustration. If only he had some pewter, he might not feel so terrible. Then again, if he had had pewter, he wouldn't have gotten injured in the first place.
The inquisitor carried him around another corner. Suddenly, something… changed. Beyond couldn't quite place it, but something was different. He felt… different. Was it just him, or was there a random and unnatural feeling of peace in the hallway? His leg didn't seem to hurt as much. He was less annoyed at that inquisitor for making him hit so many walls on the way down. But there was no reason to feel this way, which was why Beyond knew he was being soothed. There was an allomancer nearby.
The inquisitor stopped, then turned into a room on the left. This room was fairly empty, with no windows, and a plain, metal door that was opened to the halls. There was a bed and a chair in the middle of the room, and a person appeared to be sitting in the chair.
"I see you made it," said the voice, old and raspy.
"Yeah," agreed the inquisitor that was holding Beyond. "Did he tell you too?"
The man nodded, standing. Only now, Beyond could see that he was no ordinary man. He was an inquisitor.
"Forgive me, Beyond," he said apologetically. "I did not realize he had plans for you as well."
Beyond cocked his head to the side. "Uh, I forgive you…?" he said, confused.
"Did no one tell you what was going on?" asked the inquisitor—not the one holding Beyond, but the older, gentler one.
Beyond shook his head.
"Oh," he said. "Well then, my name is Marsh and I am head of the inquisitor organization, whose goals would be to find mistborn and create inquisitors, among other things."
"What would those 'other things' be?" asked Beyond.
"That, I cannot tell you," answered Marsh. "That is, until your friends arrive."
Beyond perked up. "Friends?" he asked. "What friends?"
"Why, the ones who saved you, of course," Marsh said simply. "Who else besides the ones that saved your life?"
"Only one of them is my friend," said Beyond, looking down at the feet of the inquisitor holding him. "And she probably doesn't even want to be my friend anymore. Not after befriending all those mistborn like her."
"Oh, I think you'd be surprised," said Marsh. "Wasn't she the one who actually distracted the inquisitors and helped you get away?"
"Except I didn't get away. I'm here."
"Oh, I almost forgot about your wound," remembered Marsh. "I'm so sorry, I should have gotten you some pewter sooner. Fellson, lie him on the bed, will you?"
The inquisitor holding Beyond—Fellson, apparently—nodded and started toward the bed, laying Beyond on it carefully. That didn't mean, though, that it didn't hurt.
Marsh hurried back over with a vial of metal flakes. "This should all be pewter, your favorite," he said as he handed it to Beyond.
"You're not worried about me trying to escape?" asked Beyond, shocked that he was simply given the metal so easily.
Fellson laughed. "Like you could ever defeat Marsh!" he exclaimed. "He's the most powerful inquisitor that ever lived! Heck, he's even been alive since the Final Empire!"
Beyond stared at Marsh, the vial inches from his lips. "Really?" he asked, genuinely surprised.
Marsh nodded. "Yes, now quick take your medicine. I want your leg to heal up nice and quick, all right?"
Beyond still stared at Marsh, not taking a sip. "Why are you being so nice now?" he asked. "You planned on me dying today, and yet now you're acting like I've always been a guest here."
"That is a hard thing to explain," answered Marsh. "Let's just say his plans seem to change every day, alright? It's hard for me to keep up, sometimes."
Beyond looked at Marsh a bit longer, then gulped down his vial of pewter. Immediately, strength surged through him as the metal burned to life inside him. He no longer felt as fatigued and in pain as he had just seconds before. His chest was filled with newfound warmth. I guess I'm supposed to wait for Zara and the others now, he thought to himself. I wonder if L will be with them by now?
Zara ran as fast as she could. She didn't even bother looking back anymore to see if those monsters were following her. She knew they were. L had taken the lead in the group, and Zara had come up, no longer being the last one in the line. Matt was following her, while she followed Mello and Near. Light was farther back, trying to hold them off for awhile. After all, he was one of the ones given extra metal, which was why he could afford to use it against them.
But Zara knew he couldn't defeat all three. He probably couldn't even defeat one by himself.
She looked back again. She knew it was a waste of time, but she felt compelled to do it every once and awhile. This time, though, it proved useful. The inquisitors had stopped fighting Light, and were instead… muttering something. Why? What could they possibly be doing, muttering to themselves?
Zara stared at them, and stopped running. After all, they weren't coming after her. Their eyes, instead, were glazed over to create a meaningless expression on their faces as they looked into space. Light waved his hand in the face of one, but it didn't react. It just kept mumbling to itself about something.
But then, another stopped. Its eye focused, and it could clearly see Light. It smiled. "You," it said, pointing to him. "Come."
Light's eye diluted as he stumbled back. He was shaking his head. The inquisitor reached for him, but Light jumped back while burning pewter, stumbling a bit but still managing to get away before the monster could touch him.
The inquisitor growled softly, snapping the others out of their mumbling state and back to reality. It reached into its belt and pulled out a vial—one used for allomantic metals. But instead of flakes, there were two large beads floating in the vial. The inquisitor gulped it down and dropped the vial to the ground. Zara watched it shatter.
Then, all three inquisitors jumped toward Light. He tried to dodge, but the first one dodged it, not falling for his trick. The other two, however, kept on their path. But it didn't matter, because Light was already being tackled by the inquisitor. He tried to run away, but… something was wrong. Zara started to shake a bit, staring at Light as he tried to struggle away. She was powerless against these things, just like him, and she knew it. They knew it.
She turned to run, flaring her remaining pewter as she tried to catch up to the others. They had left her behind, not even realizing that she had stopped.
Zara heard something hit the ground behind her. With one last burst of pewter, she tried to run faster, but it didn't work. The inquisitor behind her was faster. It grabbed onto her arm, and she stopped.
It was just like before. Once the inquisitor touched her, her metals disappeared. Gone. Her body felt even more fatigued and in pain—the loss of pewter really did something to her. And it was all because of the stupid chronium, the metal that wiped allomantic reserves of someone you touched. She couldn't fight anymore. Suddenly, she understood why Light was taken so easily after being tackled. The same thing was happening to her.
The inquisitor holding her arm handed her over to another one, who was carrying Light as well. He had been slung over its shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Then, it dashed off, faster than any pewter should have been able to carry it. It dashed off towards Zara's friends.
Not again, she thought. Why can't I ever save my friends? Why do I fail so miserably at it? And now L might even get captured…
What have I done?
Suddenly, she felt a stab at her arm. It was the one the inquisitor had firmly in his grip. She whirled around to see him holding a syringe, which was stabbing her arm
"Sorry," it said gruffly. "But these were the orders."
Zara immediately felt woozy. Normally she could handle drugs pretty well, having pewter and all. But not right now, when she was empty of all metals. She started to black out as she felt herself be swung over the inquisitor's shoulder, to join Light.
Teasha: Okay, I'm just doing this to make a point.
Smartperson18: Hi, Teasha-san! Hello, Emma-kun.
Teasha: See! She was a guest star!
Emma: Oh, shut-up.
Smartperson18: Language!
Kelsier: Another guest? How many people do you know?
Teasha: In my world—which is here—millions. Now review please!
Smartperson18: Bye! *Waves*
