Teasha: I've been making even more progress, and to celebrate, I've brought a special guest along today. Introduce us, Kelsier!

Kelsier: Fine. Everyone, meet Vin.

Vin: Hi everyone, how have you been Teasha-chan?

Teasha: I've been good. I like writing this story. How have you been, Vin-chan?

Vin: I've had so much fun up in heaven with everyone. Spook made it up there in the end, although it took long enough. The lucky butt, he got to live long. Plus, there's Sazed.

Teasha: So, Kelsier, why haven't you done the disclaimer yet?

Kelsier: Dammit, I was hoping you'd forget!

Teasha: I never forget! Now go!

Kelsier: Teasha-san does not own Mistborn or Death Note. Can I go talk to Elend now? The kid's gotten a lot better since I died.

Teasha: Fine. I'll just talk with Vin. After all, she is just that much better than you.

Kelsier: Shut up!

"You have to let her go!" a man shouted. He looked around forty, maybe more, and had a scruffy brown beard to compliment his brunette hair and dark green eyes. His concerned expression covered his entire face, though, making him seem even older than he was.

"There is no excuse," the inquisitor barked at him. "If you hide people from us, especially mistborn, someone ends up hurt."

"But you won't punish her, right?" asked the man.

The inquisitor smiled evilly at the man. "Now why would I do that? After all, it's your fault, is it not?"

The man's face paled. "What will you do with me?" he asked.

"Nothing, for now," answered the inquisitor. "After all, we still need you."

And with that, the inquisitor left the room. The man was left in depression, staring down at the floor on which he sat.

A smile formed on the inquisitors lips. Oh, how he loved torturing people like that. They pretended to be all high and mighty with their overflowing charisma and confidence. But once all that was taken away, they were stripped to nothing and left to wither and die. The inquisitors loved seeing that happen to once rebellious people. They loved it when people learned their place.

The inquisitor's footsteps echoed down the hall, reminding him of that one day, long ago, when he had become an inquisitor. The day he was forced down this very hall, into a room right on the side with a metal door. Bodies had been thrown upon him—live people—who were then killed for his newfound inquisitor powers. Screams could be heard throughout the entire building. And the dark red blood of the sacrifices had spattered the floor in a glorious painting of the world. One day, that man would go through the same punishment, but he would not be the one to survive.

Another inquisitor walked out from a door on his left.

"She's awake!" he said enthusiastically.

"Good."

"So what do we do, boss?"

"Take me to her."

The lesser ranking inquisitor led the other through the hallways and down a set of spiral stairs. They were keeping her pretty far down. She must be dangerous. She might even be able to be used in a way other than as a sacrifice to the greater cause.

"Here she is, sir," he stopped at a large prison-like door with metal bars.

"Thank you," the boss nodded, smiling. The other quickly scurried off, probably trying to avoid his boss. After all, higher authority people were allowed to strip lower ranking inquisitors of their powers. Of course, that would cause them to die. And no one wants to die, right?

The inquisitor walked into the room. On one side was another inquisitor—Marsh—and on the other side was a girl chained to the wall. She had dark, wavy hair that cascaded to her waist, and was wearing a simple commoner's dress of black cloth. Her vibrant green eyes burned with hatred at Marsh, which was understandable from her point of view. After all, she had been captured and taken here.

"Carlyle?" asked Marsh. "Is that you?"

Carlyle nodded. "Yes, it's me. You shouldn't need me to tell you."

"Oh, I'm sorry," responded Marsh. "I must be getting old. A few hundred years is enough to wear down the mind, you know."

"So who's this?" asked Carlyle.

"New mistborn," responded Marsh. "She was just captured yesterday. Her name's Zara."

"Zara, huh? Funny name."

"Shut up," Zara muttered under her breath.

"You shut up, you bitch," replied Carlyle angrily.

"Now now," soothed Marsh. "No need to get angry here. Zara's got a perfectly good reason for acting the way she is."

"Like hell I do," Muttered Zara again.

"So what did you want me here for?" asked Carlyle.

"I want you to escort princess here to where she'll be staying for the next few weeks, until we find a better place for her or she likes it there," replied Marsh coolly. "Run along now."

Carlyle swore under his breath, but walked over to Zara and unchained her. He threw her over his shoulder in one fluid motion, then started walking out.

"You better not drop me," Zara said.

"Oh, that's the last thing I'd ever do," said Carlyle sarcastically. "Let's go."

He walked out of the room with Zara on his shoulder, and turned right.

"Bye now!" waved Marsh.

So did you like? Review and Vin may teach you some amazing mistborn move! Or maybe I'll just make Kelsier give you a hug.

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