A Smog In a Bog

[MCA]

As I walk around the ruins of Moscow, I think about the rest of former Russia. I head towards the edge of the ruined city, and find lots of fog and smog. As walk into it, the ground starts to get mushy and wet. "Disgusting" I say to myself, and head back towards the city.

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[-Nyx-]

Tegan sat on the floor of her room in the lush mansion owned by her family, playing with her favorite doll, the wooden one whose eye was missing and hair was cut down to the scalp. It was worn and the worse for wear, but it was full of love. Placing it down on the ground, Tegan leaned back and focused on her father. She heard a shoe squish into something icky, as he said, "Disgusting..." Tegan giggled a bit, imagining her suave disconnected father with his shoes covered in muck. She stopped laughing as quickly as she could, hoping nobody had heard it and thought it was a breakthrough in her selective mutism. She bounced onto her bed, and started to think. Her power was developing, getting stronger. This was one of the first times she had been able to focus on a specific person, and one of the farthest distances she had covered.

[MCA]

I head back toward the house, take off my shoes, and head to the living room. I wish that cable still existed. I walk past Tegan's room, finding her playing with her doll again. I walk into my room, yet hearing a rustle outside the window. I go outside to check what it is. It's just one of those snakes that survived. I head back into the house again, to check on Tegan, and Nyssa. Nyssa appears to be interested in what Tegan is doing, as I sit down on the sofa. (How do I put my photo in there?) I hear Nyssa and Tegan chattering. Tegan seems to be happy here, I think to myself. I remember my name, MCA Dike. I still cannot remember how MCA came to be my name, but my real name is Mike. I call myself The Shadow, to hide me from the dense shrouds of mist the world is covered in. For some reason, I go to check on Tegan and Nyssa.

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[MCA]

I decide to go for a stroll, and I mean 20 feet away from the house. Because it's dangerous out there. My boots are still muddy and soaking from my last trip out, and I am not enjoying it. As I walk, I think about Nyssa and Tegan. They're my family. I need to make sure they are safe. I whip around, to head back home.

[-Nyx-]

Tegan looked at her father as he came in the house. She could hear his wet, muddy boots squishing as soon as he git within 5 feet of the house. She followed him with her gaze as he walked through the room and turned straight back around, slamming the door shut as he exited the mansion again. She cringed at the loud noise, made earsplitting by her enhanced hearing, and then went back to playing with her dolls. A few minutes later, her father came back in the door, tracking mud through the house. Tegan smiled, laughing silently, and waved at him. He just couldn't seem to make up his mind- in or out?
(sorry that was kind of bad, but I don't know what to say. )

[MCA]

I wanted to go back outside again, maybe look for some spare parts to make a computer of television. Tegan is on the floor playing with her dolls, and she doesn't like to let go of them. The one with no hair and is missing an eye she likes the most. I don't go outside, and for some reason, I like watching Tegan play with her dolls. I get up from the sofa, walk into my room, and close the door. Nyssa is staring out the window there. I go back out to the hall square, only to find nothing. I wonder if I should go look for those spare parts I had been thinking about, but I don't.

[nyssa]

My, daughter, Tegan is always playing with her dolls. MCA loves to watch her play with them. I remember when I met MCA, and his name was Mike Dike. I stare out the window a lot, hoping things will get better. My sister, Lucy, who lives in New York, is OK. She said that somehow, Kimber Keyes and Angelica Ellisworth got out of jail. She said she saw them going down the street together. While I am still in Moscow, I have no worry for Kimber and Angelica coming here. Yet MCA says anything can happen. I love him. We sometimes go outside together, and look at the remains of the city. Then we go back inside and watch Tegan. That's when I asked, "Tegan, why do you love those dolls?"

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[-Nyx-]

"Tegan, why do you love those dolls?"
Her mother, Nyssa, asked. Tegan pulled the bald, blind doll closer to her and looked at her mother. Her eyes became large and she shrugged, continuing the silence that she would not break. Her mother understood her even without words. Tegan watched as her father continued to move around, He just couldn't seem to sit still. He seemed worried about something, but what? Tegan pulled her knees up to her chin and watched him pace.

[MCA]

I wonder how my family feels about this situation. Surprisingly, the house is in pretty good condition. Even though I have lived in it for years, I seem to feel like I get lost. Tegan seems happy, this is pretty much the only thing she's seen. Nyssa on the other hand, seems to be unhappy. She doesn't like this. I don't like it personally. But there is something, something there in the back of my mind I can't seem to find. That is the reason why I keep pacing and wondering. I am trying to get rid of the burden on my mind. I go lay down in the bedroom.

[MCA]

When I wake up, it is the crack of dawn. I have absolutely no idea what is going on. I drag myself out of bed, get dressed, walk outside, and find Tegan. I pass by her, Nyssa is on the couch. I pass by her, too. Then I go to the refrigerator. I find some milk and some doughnuts (sorry stuff is in pretty good condition). I sit down and eat them and watch Tegan. I ask, "Tegan, what do you want to do today?"

[-Nyx-]

"Tegan, what do you want to do today?"
Tegan looked at her father, who had a chocolate donut in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. She dipped her spoon into the bowl of oatmeal and looked towards the door. She wanted to go outside, see the city, but she knew that MCA was unlikely to let her do that with the crime and conditions in Moscow. Taking a sip of grape juice, she pointed to the door, taking a chance that she knew probably wouldn't work out.

[MCA]

Tegan pointed at the door as I asked the question. I told her no, as I always do. Until I take care of what is happening in Moscow, she is to remain inside. I go outside to look for random parts to make entertainment. I find a few transformers, and some antennae. That will be enough for the satelite to find. I head back home, attach the antennae and transformers to the television, and the television turns on. I am delighted. I shout, "Tegan, look!"

[-Nyx-]

"Tegan, look!"
Tegan had gone to her room, reading a book from a long time ago, or so her parents told her, called Harry Potter. She got up and went to the sound of her father's voice, not hard to detect with her enhanced hearing and his shouting. Inquisitive, she looked at him and the contraption he had been working on for as long as she could remember. She quirked and eyebrow up, as if to ask, what is that? She sat down on the ground, her head bent to the side, interested but confused.

[MCA]

"This is a television Tegan. It gives us pretty much books, but they tell it like a play! Remember those plays we used to do? Imagine them here!" The television would work for 2 months, because the transformer was kind of old. "Tegan, you should really watch some stuff. I'll see if the VCR will work, then I can show you a video of your book! What do you think of that?"

[-Nyx-]

Tegan smiled, nodding. She would like to watch that. Her father popped a small silver disk with a hole in the middle into the contraption. A picture appeared on the screen, as words and music came from the speakers. She smiled as her father began setting it up. She went to the kitchen, and stood on her heels to pop a bag of popcorn into the microwave. She pulled it out gingerly, careful not to burn her fingers. She oulled herself up ont the sofa and settled in next to MCA, ready to watch the 'movie.'