Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, obviously. Gods know I don't have the patience to draw anything in that detail.

But a little not about this: I kinda got the idea for this from a very long RP that a fined and I did and I am trying to turn into a longer story. Think I am doing pretty well so far--- just as long as I find the ambition to write. And actually this first chapter is taken pretty much straight from it- 's one of my fav scenes. Okay, that off my chest---

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Footsteps echoed through the small garage a tall brunet stood with her head under the hood of a deep midnight blue specialty job. Her car. Her pride and joy as so many were aware of how she fondly described it. 'Best racer in town.' She often bragged, having rights to anyway. Almost always tweaking and fine-tuning her car, even bolts of the least importance. Or out racing; rarely anything else. Others swore up and down that she gave it an hourly tune up, which was really a big exaggeration. 'Maybe bi, or tri weekly. But that's it! Honest'! She swore; they still didn't believe her.

She flinched slightly at pinched herself with the pliers, again. Lightly she sucked on the expanding welt. Cringing just as quickly, hating the taste of engine grease, oblivious to an approaching Hunter.

"Hey Lita!" he exclaimed, tickling her sides viciously. Startled she yelped and bolted up, jumping considerably. Hissing curses like an irate viper she sat curled on the floor clutching her throbbing head, making her look the part as well. "Wow, sorry about that. You okay?" he asked in a light, amused tone. Smirking he lay a hand on her shoulder, Lita quickly beating it off. He hid a wince and took a step back.

"Freddy, ya sonufa bitch. ya eva do that ta me 'gain 'm gunna chap ya nutz off an' boil um in motor oil!"

His grin didn't fade, but some worry became obvious in his eyes as he took another step back, cleared his throat and idly clasped his hands in front of his crotch.

Wincing at the dull ache in her skull she slowly stood and got back to work on her car, still grumbling under her breath, now having a little trouble focusing because of the occasional kaleidoscope vision she was experiencing.

For a while he said and did nothing, but eventually his actions were loud enough. Like always he took up a casual lean against her car, she not even having to look up to see what he was doing, it was the same almost every day.

After several minutes of unusual silence she paused in her work to look up and gave him her all to familiar 'Get the hell off my car!' glare. Of course he didn't respond, but it was still a habit of her severe dislike for the ass that made her give it to him, again. Plus by the cheeky glint in his eyes it was easy to figure out what was on his mind, and resting upon his lips. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could get the words out she was even faster to respond. "No, no, an' fer the last time no!" It was the same old routine once more. Somehow he had come across the idea that she was his girl, and could do with her as he pleased; Lita had liked him at first, sure, but after catching him with two other girls one night she more felt like playing the part of Loraina Bobbit around him. Fred, however was too stoned and or high at the time of the incident to realize why she was so mad so retained his continuous pursuit of the girl. Now she just flat out hated his guts, always wishing he would stop thinking with one head and start using the other for a change. Often she swore he could make good money if he ever sold his brain, especially seeing how he never used it.

"Wow, wow, wow. Chill out toots. Don't be jumpin' my gun here." He ignored her death glare and continued. "Gottanother challenge for ya." She paused again and looked up, an eyebrow following. "Couple of tha guys got inta an argument with some Screama's. Ended with a challenge coz nobady felt like gettin shot."

She studied him for a moment, her eyes obviously trying to determine if this was real or another way to trick her into bed. "Wha' kina challage?" her brow narrowed.

"Right up yer alley." Grinning he patted the side of her car, she scowling at the hand smudges he left on the expensive midnight blue coat. Her eyes flickered to it, him, smudge again, then him as if to tell him to clean it off or lose something of value. Scowling he rubbed his hip against it lazily in a 'There, happy now?' fashion. Her glare made it more than evident that that was not what she had in mind, but it brightened a few degrees after clobbering him with an old waxing rag for him to use instead. One could almost hear the curses running through his head. Lita grinned to herself and returned to the block.

"An' wha's in it fer me?" she questioned after hearing him mumbling under his breath.

"Y'always'll have my admiration." A smug grin twisted itself across his lips making her shudder without even having to see it.

"Gotta try betta than 'at busta." She smirked as a low growl rumbled deep in his throat.

"'Mon toots. Wadda ya got against me?" Stepping up beside her he casually placed one hand on the car, she idly, but very firmly, smacking it off. He hid another wince and retracted it, taking a step back at seeing her grip tighten on a wrench. "Why should I tell ya if yer doped up ass can't think for itself in the first place? It's your fault you can't remember what shit on a log looks like." Clearly she was at her wits end towards him, readying herself for his next attempt at getting her to sleep with him.

Annoyed at her tone he bristled. "Hey listen girly, I'm olda, stronga, and definitely outrank ya in this outfit, so you best start showing some respect for me." Irritated he grabbed her wrist. "A'ite?"

The action was more instinctive than intentional. Her free arm swung up causing her fist, backed up by the weight of the wrench to collide with his temple, sending the man flailing to the ground. The dull thud of his landing announced his unconsciousness.

The younger didn't give a rat's ass as to when he finally would come around. But to her regret Fred's eyes eventually began to clear from the storm clouds behind them, yet he didn't get up. Snorting in disgust at him she began to wonder if she should run over him and just put the poor, stupid animal out of his misery, but when consciousness fully regained she frowned due to having missed out on such a delicious opportunity.

Even with eyes clear he didn't sit up. A single glowing bulb on the ceiling of the garage hounded him like an interrogation lamp. Wincing at the blinding light he closed his eyes again. Minutes later he opened them again, the ringing in his skull causing his to have forgotten about the light. Instead of the piercing glow, however, three blurry faces hovered over his. Letting out a terrified yelp he scrambled back and away. Finally realization cleared in his vision. "Deemo! You son of a bitch! You scared the hell outa me!" he yelled; panic flickering in and out of his eyes. His friend only blinked in confusion, remembering the demon horns he had had surgically implanted years back after another flicked one, then grinned with delight at the terror he had brought, small fangs making their presence known as well.

While Freddy was straining for an actual breath his friends were dying of laughter. "It ain't funny." He tried to protest, but his grumbles were lost in the sea of their cackles.

Again he jumped as Lita purposefully dropped the hood to her car, grinning as horror and relief battled it out in his frazzled features.

"When an' where?"

"Huh!" hope sparkled in his eyes.

"Down fella. I meant the race." She rolled her eyes and muttered, "Num' skull."

"Oh." He looked away in embarrassment, the other three chuckling again, he returning hateful glares. "Tomorrow. Ten. East side back." Fred mumbled, glancing back just in time to see her twitch. East side, that was Screamers territory.

She sighed and nodded turning back to the car and lightly patting it's side, wiping the smudges off afterwards. "Please baby dun't fail me now." she whispered to the car, or perhaps to herself, no one could really be sure with her. "Oh, and one las' thin'. Ya may be stronga, olda, and of a 'higha rank in 'is outfit,' but ya definitely ain't sma'ta than me."

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Fidgeting in slight nervousness Lita stood with a few of her closest friends, she leaning against her car while the others formed a half circle around her. One, a tall black man, lit up and offered her one as well. She shook her head. This wasn't the time to try and escape her fears. She had to be on her toes now.

A handful of Harleys putted up towards her, the half dozen or so surrounding a crimson racer. Two of her friends whistled, Lita glaring at them because of which.

The engine silenced and a lean man stepped out. From tip to toe he was every bit the stereotypical Jet Screamer. Marine style haircut, with a bandana of a random color twisted and wrapped around his forehead to be tied in back. His shirt was loose and almost as holy as those back when religion was really the in thing thought God was, and his leather pants and boots looked like something he had found in a landfill. She cringed at his attire, unconsciously wondering about how long it had been since he had probably even looked at a bar of soap. Again she winced. The Shadow Hunters were generally the best dressed of the Four Corners, so the Screamers sight was something to be nauseated at easily. From the other side a small girl about Lita's age, stepped out. Her hair was short and dyed a dark blue. Her dark eyes quickly absorbed the Hunters.

Silently Lita looked her opponent over, trying to ignore the icy eyes of the dorks little bitch, focusing on trying to determine anything that might help her hack away at his ego. ~6'2". 175 lbs. At least 21.~ Her eyes shifted to the car for a second. ~Specialty job definitely. Not original color. Modified from original design.~

The Screamer stepped forward eyed his challenge, but first off sizing up the black man. He cleared his throat subtly and allowed his eyes to flicker to Lita briefly, again. The Screamer chuckling slightly. "So this is what I gotta beat? Fuck, don't ya think ya coulda at least picked someone with some experience? I me shit, look't her! She's a kid!" His friends laughed in agreement.

The eldest Hunter tightly gripped Lita's shoulder. By the way she had been shifting her weight it was obvious she wanted to pummel him. All the Hunters knew that she was more than capable of kicking his ass all the way throughout the Four Corners. Those gathered about her had ended up on the end of her temper at one time or another. Twice she had nearly killed someone in a drunken furry. Freddy almost hadn't survived his brutal assault. Insanely more being graced with her outright brutal slaughter methods. And yet not one amongst the entire South gang knew where she had learned her infamous martial arts. She was one of those people who was impossible to keep tabs on. Like all Hunters she had the skill of slipping through any desirable environment completely undetected. And on top of that she had the uncanny ability of getting around to blend into any situation. For all they knew she could have been a spy for the other gangs. Right now, however, his reason for stopping her from ripping the balls off this sorry excuse for multi-celled organism was purely to save their own skins. If they had been on home ground then he wouldn't have hesitated to blow the son-of-a-bitches "pride" out of his ass. That is if he could have made the move before Lita's heel made contact with the same region.

His knuckles began to turn white as he gripped her shoulder tighter in the struggle to hold the belligerent teen back. "Save it." He hissed into her ear finally able to safely relax his grip. At his side he clenched his fist and swallowed hard, praying that she would hold her temper at bay. He knew that wasn't too likely, her keeping calm, but she was sober.

After his terse remark she had hardly nodded in her acknowledgement, leaning back against her car again, growling slightly at the Screamers laughing. She clenched her fists a few times, her opponent turning and talking to his friends, keeping his tone low so the Hunters wouldn't hear. When he fell silent the others nodded, turned and dispersed.

The Hunters watched them with suspicious eyes, Lita all the while fiddling with her black flame earring, with one hand and popping the knuckles of her other. Finally she got the go-ahead and slipped into the drivers seat once more. Her car's engine purred to life and she allowed it to idle forward to the starting line.

Before she stopped her friend stepped up beside her window, she rolling it down before he could touch and smudge its perfect mirror finish. Under his breath he muttered a few warnings to her about how the Screamers were probably going to try and cheat. She nodded her understanding and rolled the window back up.

The other pulled up beside her, grinning and making kissy faces at her. Lita rolled her eyes and turned her gaze back to the starter, revving the engine loudly on purpose.

The Screamer girl had removed the bandanna from around her head and held it high for a moment before dropping her arms. Instantly both cars peeled out. The Screamer lurched into the lead; Lita quickly caught up to him and began to pull ahead. Both cars continuously battled it out.

Fifth gear. Sixth gear. Seventh. Still neck and neck. She glanced over in time to allow the creep a glimpse of a sinister grin. In less than a millisecond she had twisted a valve beside her, shifted into a hidden eighth, and was gone. Screamers stood by in shock, it unbelievable that only a seventeen-year-old girl had just smoked their best driver. Meanwhile the Hunters hooted with cheers.

Fishtailing she expertly navigating the car around a 540-degree turn. Facing the others she paused long enough to make a few kissy faces at the looser, he returning death glares, he growling as the smug girl rolled on past and back to her friends. Without pausing for celebration the handful quickly piled into the car, wanting to go home before thing got any uglier.

They hadn't got very far when his horn sounded, the biked revving and charging her before she could get back into gear.

Everyone bellowed their own curse, causing the Screamers to laugh even harder. Slamming on the gas she took off, frantically trying to remember how to get out of the area and get home without her car so much as getting scuffed by a passing bug.

Her eyes raced across the streets, scanning ahead to find the right path to take. It was lucky for her that the Screamers were naturally bad shots as random bullets flew past her windows. "Hit tha car and I turn 'roud ta run yo' sorry asses ova." She hissed as the small vehicle hugged 90-degree turns with pinpoint accuracy. Her passengers gripping anything that was by their hands, slinking lower to avoid anything that might hit them. Normally they would have returned fire, but at these speeds leaning out a window could be hazardous to ones health.

"Do you even have any idea where the hell yer going!"

"No. An' who asked ya ta jump in here anyway? Now shut the hell up, or get the fuck outa my car!"

He promptly fell silent, tightening his grips and watching the road. Dark knuckled turning pure white.

She glanced into a mirror. More had joined. She cursed. Her eyes combed the road for detours that she could use to her advantage. She found none. Then a familiar landmark came into view. She gasped in surprise, swallowing hard. Thorn territory. Now she was in real trouble. Conflicts had never arisen between their two gangs. Only guns.

The Hunter beside her began to complain again, but at seeing where they were he was quick to shut up again, slipping lower in his seat. By now the Screamers had turned tail and fled back to their own territory. Nobody messed with the Thorns, except for maybe the few belligerent Hunters, but nobody else. Other hated to admit that the Thorns were the largest gang in town, and none would object when their asses were on the line.

Obviously frantic Lita wove through the streets like a kitten playing with string. Again he was tempted to say something to her but remembered her repeated warnings, silently continuing to chew his tongue.

Two more cars became visible behind them. Again she cursed, but louder this time.

"Try again. I don't think they heard you in Canada!" berated her friend. She didn't risk the glare this time.

"One mo'. 'least one mo' word outa ya an' I'll stop this car n let ya out, an' I don't care where we ah!" Sharply she turned again. "And there ain't nobody left 'live in Canada eitha." Her tires squealing at losing traction sent the car sliding, but it hardly lasted. They were the lucky ones. Behind the two the dark sky was lit in a burst of flames as their tailors less agile vehicles were sent flying off the rough streets and into a building. ~Dumb SUV's.~ she allowed herself to thing for a split second. Still she smirked despite the danger. Unintentionally she had killed at least four or more Thorns, and never had to see their ugly mugs to do it either.

More twists and turns, finally freedom, but she didn't slow. The Hunters HQ came into view eventually. At long last, her breaks were touched and she pulled to as stop behind the building.

Quickly the others got out. Lita hesitated for a few minutes, trying to collect her thoughts and nerves. Her hand trembling she dug into her pocket for a pack and lighter.

Slipping out she allowed herself a deep drag and time to relax finally.