Killings: Introduction
Sailormoon (Haruka) fanfiction
immo - immo@hamena.org
rating:PG-13
Been writing so much fiction in other places, I thought I should go back to my roots. What
made me start writing in the first place. Ah, Sailormoon, how much hours of entertainment
have you provided me?
Really, just the prologue. An idea I just got. I really should be studying for my exam that
I'm going to be having in... oh... 19 minutes?
Reviews, comments, complaints, suggestions, etc. All are welcome. And believe me, reviews
make me get off my lazy ass and actually write! Tell me how you like/love/hate this little
piece, k?
~~~
"Oh Carl," Haruka sang her little rendition of Neil Sedaka's 'Oh Carol' softly to
herself, as she looked around the hallway. "I am but a fool..."
Her steps echoed on the stairs, and she could hear the sound of someone, scurrying
along on the second floor. She looked positively devastating with her dusty black leather
jacket, and sunglasses. She smirked a bit, laughing at herself. Too much Matrix. The second
and the third installment of the trilogy had been crap, but damnit if she didn't love the
costumes. She pushed the sunglasses up so they rested on her head. It was stupid to wear
sunglasses in the house when it killed your visibility.
"Darlin' I love you--" She kicked open a door, and ducked to the side when there
were answering shots. She counted them carefully, took a deep breath, and rolled into the
room, quickly killing a woman and rendering the shooter harmless. "--though you treat me
cruel... you hurt me--"
"Please..." The man looked up at the blonde, pleadingly. "...please..."
"And you made me cry," She placed a finger on her lips, urging him to be silent.
"But if you leave me, I will surely die."
Two shots into his head, one to kill him, two because she was overzealous and liked
to know that when she worked, she gave 110%.
Carl Maximoff. The man had been a snitch. And the Russian mob would not stand for
it. He must be made an example of. So they hired one of the best, and the best, the very
best of them all was Tenoh Haruka. She was utterly heartless and in all her years in the
business, had never botched up a job.
She was the one they called, when things needed that extra, personal touch.
"With love, Mr Maximoff," Haruka bent down and relieved the man of all the valuables
he carried. "From Russia."
The mob didn't care who knew, just really, that everyone knew that those who crossed
the Russian mob, did not live to cross them again. Taking out a five Kopeck coin, she
casually tossed it in the air and caught it. She opened the man's mouth, and placed the coin
under Carl's tongue. She looked over at the body of the late Carl's wife.
"Too bad," Haruka said wistfully, when she saw that Mrs Maximoff had been beautiful.
Neighbors must have called the police now. This was a quiet neighborhood. Gunshots
would be reported and police would arrive on the scene momentarily. Stepping away from the
carcass, she made her way to the nursery to finish off what she had been sent to do.
Every Maximoff in the household had to die.
Sailormoon (Haruka) fanfiction
immo - immo@hamena.org
rating:PG-13
Been writing so much fiction in other places, I thought I should go back to my roots. What
made me start writing in the first place. Ah, Sailormoon, how much hours of entertainment
have you provided me?
Really, just the prologue. An idea I just got. I really should be studying for my exam that
I'm going to be having in... oh... 19 minutes?
Reviews, comments, complaints, suggestions, etc. All are welcome. And believe me, reviews
make me get off my lazy ass and actually write! Tell me how you like/love/hate this little
piece, k?
~~~
"Oh Carl," Haruka sang her little rendition of Neil Sedaka's 'Oh Carol' softly to
herself, as she looked around the hallway. "I am but a fool..."
Her steps echoed on the stairs, and she could hear the sound of someone, scurrying
along on the second floor. She looked positively devastating with her dusty black leather
jacket, and sunglasses. She smirked a bit, laughing at herself. Too much Matrix. The second
and the third installment of the trilogy had been crap, but damnit if she didn't love the
costumes. She pushed the sunglasses up so they rested on her head. It was stupid to wear
sunglasses in the house when it killed your visibility.
"Darlin' I love you--" She kicked open a door, and ducked to the side when there
were answering shots. She counted them carefully, took a deep breath, and rolled into the
room, quickly killing a woman and rendering the shooter harmless. "--though you treat me
cruel... you hurt me--"
"Please..." The man looked up at the blonde, pleadingly. "...please..."
"And you made me cry," She placed a finger on her lips, urging him to be silent.
"But if you leave me, I will surely die."
Two shots into his head, one to kill him, two because she was overzealous and liked
to know that when she worked, she gave 110%.
Carl Maximoff. The man had been a snitch. And the Russian mob would not stand for
it. He must be made an example of. So they hired one of the best, and the best, the very
best of them all was Tenoh Haruka. She was utterly heartless and in all her years in the
business, had never botched up a job.
She was the one they called, when things needed that extra, personal touch.
"With love, Mr Maximoff," Haruka bent down and relieved the man of all the valuables
he carried. "From Russia."
The mob didn't care who knew, just really, that everyone knew that those who crossed
the Russian mob, did not live to cross them again. Taking out a five Kopeck coin, she
casually tossed it in the air and caught it. She opened the man's mouth, and placed the coin
under Carl's tongue. She looked over at the body of the late Carl's wife.
"Too bad," Haruka said wistfully, when she saw that Mrs Maximoff had been beautiful.
Neighbors must have called the police now. This was a quiet neighborhood. Gunshots
would be reported and police would arrive on the scene momentarily. Stepping away from the
carcass, she made her way to the nursery to finish off what she had been sent to do.
Every Maximoff in the household had to die.