Copyright: © 2012 Moonrise Inn Publications
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. Sailor Moon is property of Naoko Takeuchi.
Authors Note: Japanese Version
Submitting to the Future
Author: Zorra Reed
Beta: Valandra
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Prologue
Blood rises and pools from the back of my throat, filling my mouth, chocking me. It runs over my lips, down my cheeks, and along my chin in rivulets; until all my face and throat are covered in the slick, crimson stickiness. The substance gathers at the base of my neck, spilling over like a fountain to drip in the puddles that I now lie in. For once, I don't care what happened or about my friends. I just want the pain to stop. That's the only thing I can focus on. My pain is my anchor to consciousness.
It starts to rain. I attempt to roll to my side as the cold droplets splatter across my face, half drowning me as the water finds entry to my mouth. But the pain that courses through my body is enough to foil my attempts and I lay still, my limbs trembling from the effort.
All other sound, say for the slow ticking of a clock, is drowned out by the increasing down pour. I find the constant ticking to be a soothing sound which beckons me to close my eyes and sleep. I blink slowly, trying to clear the tunnel vision my sight has narrowed to. I can see the clock, finding it to be within arms reach. It's just a normal, wind-up alarm clock, nothing special. I snicker at my perception of the trinket. My sight blurs and my eyes slip shut of their own accord. That 'nothing special' clock is the reason I'm here in the first place.
I sigh, feeling my head grow lighter, as memories of the recent battle flood my mind. I get this feeling of floating and it scares me; scares me so much, that I literally grasp the ground at my sides in an attempt to hang on. Hang on to what? I do not know; my soul perhaps, to stop it from escaping. Exhaustion refuses to let me call out for help, not that I'd be heard over the wind and rain. So sleepy, maybe just a short nap….
Thunder sounds overhead and I flinch in spite of myself. Why am I so scared of storms? One would think I'd be use to them by now. Not some sniveling, squealing, coward that screams every time she sees lightening. Chibiusa's afraid of storms too, but she's better at overcoming her fears then I am. She's so much like Mamoru. I never told her, but I'm proud of her. She's such a remarkable child when she's not annoying the hell out of someone.
Ticking? Oh the clock. My mind must have wondered again. When did it start raining? Why can't I move? I'm too tired to care anymore. My questions will have to wait, for it seems I've lost my struggle to stay awake. Though I can't remember why I wanted to in the first place.
~TBC~
