I felt the mist of the humans swirling around in my body. The feeling sent shivers down my spine and I walked faster towards the door. I knocked once then stepped into the office. I watched closely as The Man in the chair looked at me, I tried to decipher what he was thinking. His eyes were guarded and the greying of his beard didn't show his true age.
"You came."
I didn't reply knowing it did not matter. The black mist I had collected earlier was trying to escape the confines of my body. It could sense the power that wafted from The Man. He was dangerous and everyone knew. He was the keeper of all.
"Who did you get this time 375?"
We didn't have names, no we only identified ourselves by the number of mists we have taken.
"It was the mist of a boy, beaten in an apartment, he called someone." I whispered quietly, voice cracking from not being used often.
"Give me the mist."
I handed The Man the black mist, the feeling of someone's mist on your body is like no other. You feel their sorrow, their happiness, their pain, their longing.
It was my only chance to feel human.
