Based on the song 99 red ballons by goldfinger and yes I know there is a part missing that I don't feel like translating from german to english right now have fun

Erin and Jasmine ran through the buisy streets of Paris, praying they wouldn't be caught. Little 5 year old Erin wore a cloak especially made for him, with his hood covering his face. Jasmine had cut her hair straight brown to her shoulders, and had "borrowed" some of her older brothers clothse. This was a mission, no not a mission a war , between her and her family.

You and I in a little toy shop
buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by.

Then a man called out Jasmine's name, and as a natural instinct she ran. Erin securely in her arms, she wove through the crowd of people in the crowd.

99 red balloons floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine, it springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
As 99 red balloons go by.

Jasmine hurried to the only place she knew they both had a good chance of survival, the Cemetery. She ran though the gates with two men right behind her. She closed the gate and made a run for the back of the Cemetery. Erin was scared, if they caught his sister she might get hurt. He didn't even want to think what would happen to him if they caught him. Jasmine came to a stop behind a Moslem; she set him down and told him to stay there.

99 Decision Street, 99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super-scurry
Call out the troops now in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.

Jasmine pulled out a sword, and stood there waiting for the two men. The finally came and Erin watched from behind the large Moslem. One man had long light blond hair and blue eyes, the other had her shorter dirty blond hair, almost brown and he had blue eyes also. They both pleaded for Jasmine to come to her senses, they wanted Erin, and they didn't like him. She refused and began fighting with the younger of the two, swords clanging in the air. The older one watched with a painful look on his face, it seemed her hated to see her be this difficult. Finally after an hour of fighting, Jasmine fell to the floor covered in bruises and cuts. The young man picked her up and cradled her in his arms; it both hurt them to see her like this.

"Raoul!" a woman with dark brown curls shouted and ran towards the two.

"Christen, what are you doing here?" the older man said and turned to his wife.

"Making sure you don't hurt my, son and daughter" Christen screamed at him.

"That monster is not your son" Raoul hissed.

"Your right, he's our son" his wife sobbed "just leave him be, he's only 5 don't hurt him". Raoul sighed and wrapped and arms around his wife and began to lead her out of the Cemetery.

"Father" the young man called "will Jazz be alright"?

"Yes she will be alright Phillip, now come let's go home" Raoul said and Phillip followed. As soon as the four left, Erin came out sobbing, calling out his big sisters name. Jasmine was the only one who protected him, who loved him. When his father got angry one day, he tried to kill him but Jasmine rescued him and was going to leave Paris today. Erik sat on the ground crying, he pulled his hood and cloak tightly around him.

99 dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standin' pretty
In the dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenier
Just to prove the world was here...
And here it is, a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.

Little Erin didn't know how long he was there, but about sunset a man lifted him up and placed him onto of a tombstone. Erin began to kick and struggle thinking it was his father or someone who wanted to harm him.

"Stop it child, I wont hurt you" the man said in a deep commanding tone. Erin looked up (being able to see through the thin black cloak), he recognized the man from somewhere but he couldn't remember. Erin felt he could trust this man, even through he was wearing a mysterious looking white mask, and Jasmine had told him never to talk to strangers, he could trust him. The man then pulled back the hood and smiled triumphantly at what he saw. The little boys face was as horrid and disfigured as his own, maybe a little more, he seemed to have no eye sockets his skin was red with hints of purple and black bruise like markings. The flesh on his face was not as lumpy but it looked far worse to the human eye. He wondered why only his sister loved him and not anyone else, but that was a question for another time.

"Would you like to come with me" the masked man said, and Erin nodded. Erin jumped off of the tombstone, the man took his hand and they left the morbid sight of tombstones and moseleums behind.