DON'T (Part 1) by Sievert Dinar
Alternate Universe Fic
Don't have the energy to spellcheck. Don't have a spellchecker on
the comp right now. If there are problems, drive a spike through
your head and pretend that they don't exist.
Disclaimer - Sailormoon. Not mine. Duh.
"Fuck you, I'm tired." Usagi hung her head as Mamoru gripped
her shoulder, roughly.
"Now is not the time to worry about those kind of things."
He stared nervously around the club, trying to rouse the girl from
(practically) under the table. It was not the first time she'd
been like this, recently.
"Let me go, then. Shoot the fucker yourself. I can't do it
anymore." She whined as she put her hands up to her head, trying
to block out the drone of the music that filled the main room.
Mamoru became tired of her attitude and gripped her by the collar,
lifting her up to face him.
"I said now is not the time to worry about..." Before he
realised it, he was feeling the business end of her .357 pressing
against the bridge of his nose. She roughly shrugged off his grip
and stared at him, red-eyed and contemptuous.
"I'll fuckin' kill him, alright? Do you want me to cap you
first, or something?" She shook uncontrollably, then removed the
.357 from him and placed it against her temple. "It'll take just
one shot, you know that? Just one. And then your best is gone.
What would you do then? Shoot the fuckers yourself?"
"You're being stupid." Mamoru replied calmly. This seemed
to take the fire out of another self-obsessed rant, and she hid the
.357 in her jacket once more.
"Stupid. Yeah, I was fucking stupid to have ever listened to
you in the first place." She huffed and lowered her head to the
table, gently banging her forehead against its surface. "Wouldn't
be in this much trouble if I did. Not ever."
"You're not in any trouble you haven't wanted to be in, or
thought was a good idea at the time." Mamoru paused and pointed
across the shadows of the club. "Over there, by the waitress
stand. The one with the long black hair." Usagi raised her head
and squinted her eyes, trying to focus on the person he was
pointing out. "She's the one. The one who caused D'Agostin and
Weikle to be exposed last week. Didn't mean to, apparently. She's
some kind of cult-obsessed weirdo, trying to collect lost souls in
the clubs..."
"Boo hoo." Usagi sneered.
"Yes, well..." Mamoru cleared his throat. "Putting that
aside, she accidentally caused them both some grief with the filth.
So you have to do her." He turned back to Usagi, who was starting
to look wasted again. "Keep your mind on this. You have to kill
her. You're the best at this. You like it, remember?"
"I like it..." Usagi swayed where she was sitting, then
regained herself. "Once. Once, maybe. Now it's just..." She
shook her head and stood, staring almost blankly at her victim to
be. "Make sure you get me out of here, once it's done. I don't
want to have to make my own way out all by myself. Again."
"On that, you have my word." Mamoru almost cringed at saying
it, but he knew well that she'd do exactly as she said. It would
only be the fifth or sixth time in this town. The media had a
field day with the 26 dead the last time.
He watched her as she work her way around the table and
through the relatively thin crowd of the nightclub, sidling around
the edge of the main room, trying not to look as if she were making
a b-line straight for her target. When she was halfway there, he
stood and nodded to one of his friends, working at the bar. The
friend nodded back and stepped away.
Usagi watched the girl. She was sitting at a table, alone
for most of the time. Occasionally a guy would step up to her and
lean over the table. Usagi knew what they wanted, and the girl
wasn't giving it to them. The fact that that was all they wanted
from her didn't seem to depress her, though... She still eyed the
club patrons with a kind of mute interest. Looking for converts to
the cause.
Usagi hated religious types. REALLY hated them. Talk about
spirituality and greater meanings in life made her want to puke.
On occasions, when being accosted by religious sorts on the street
(or wherever) she'd responded by blowing out their brains. Then
she shot a few bystanders around her, just for good measure (it
helped relieve her seething anger).
She hated the idea that they just saw her as convert meat,
there for the frying. Indeed, she went so far as to thinking that,
if human beings DID possess such a spurious concept as a soul, a
spirit, then the bloody things should be ripped out of people and
put to some good use, such as a source of electrical power, or fuel
and the like. Anything that was supposed to contain so much power
just HAD to be a natural resource worth exploiting.
She shook her head, trying to ground herself again. Morphine
was making her feel distracted again. She didn't like it when she
allowed herself to go off on one of her misanthropic little fantasy
trips. She reached into her jacket and felt the .357, just for
reassurance.
Then she felt a shiver as one of the boys standing nearby,
ironically one of those her target had rejected, turned and smiled
at her across a ten foot gap of people, then started towards her.
She quickly turned away and moved, trying to give him the message
that he was not wanted. Occasional glances showed that this was
not working: he was following her.
Fuck them! Why did someone ALWAYS have to get in the way?
She quickly stepped up onto the railed-off platform, where the
tables on that side of the club were situated, and pushed her way
through groups of people trying to chat through the drone of the
background music. Fortunately, her target was looking away as she
approached, and she allowed herself to slip the .357 couple of
inches from her jacket.
She was practically on the girl when she felt the hand land
upon her shoulder. "Hey girl, she ain't interested in anybody..."
Before she even had time to register the male voice, she spun,
emptying two rounds into the chest of the boy who had been
following her. The report drove the maintained atmosphere of the
club into chaos. There were screams and cries as people dropped to
the floor, automatically, as if they expected this kind of thing to
happen within a dance club. An older man, sitting near where the
boy had fallen, stood as if to try and tackle her. She emptied
another round into him. Sweat ran down her forehead as the music
stopped and people ran for the exits, and she spun quickly, holding
the .357 straight as she turned to the girl, now frozen with shock
and fear.
"Wh..." She started, before Usagi pressed the muzzle into
the bridge of her nose. Usagi shivered as she squeezed the
trigger, gently...
And then the world spun. Usagi could see herself and the
girl, within a park or garden, it didn't matter, happily talking to
each other. Then she saw the girl giving her CPR, tears at the
corners of her eyes, as if she really cared for Usagi. And then,
more to Usagi's surprise and contempt, she saw herself trying to do
the same thing to the girl, different time, different place.
The she saw the girl with a group of other people she didn't
recognise, somewhere dark and, yet, warm and inviting, like a
subterranean sanctuary. Usagi was talking to them as if she had
known them all her life. And then there was Mamoru, smiling at
her, holding her with a sickening, cloying lovingness that made her
skin crawl. How could she allow him to do something like that? He
was just her regular contact... Little more. Trash of the worst
kind. She hated people like him, but saw them as necessary to get
on in the world... for the time being.
And then she was giving birth to Mamoru's child. And she was
surrounded by the girl and her friends. And then she staggered
back against the nearest table, dropping her gun arm and trying to
regain her senses. Her target was still frozen on the spot, trying
to speak. At least, her mouth was moving. But it was from more
than the mere shock of Usagi's presence, and what she had just done
within feet of her. The girl had seen the same visions that Usagi
had, and with a kind of sickening realisation, Usagi knew
everything about her. Her name was Hino Rei, once a miko in
training at a Shinto shrine, now a member of...
Usagi pulled herself together and lifted the .357 back in
Rei's direction. Now Rei was not so quiet. "You..."
"Me." Usagi swallowed, hoping it sounded mocking. She
squeezed the trigger again, and once more staggered back as the
visions entered her mind, like some bad trip. Rei stood and sidled
around the table, reaching out her hands.
"I know you. I know who you are." Rei's hands were
shivering, but it wasn't from fear. Usagi could FEEL what Rei was
feeling... Hope. Relief. Wonder. And Usagi hated it.
"What the fuck are you doing to me, bitch?" Usagi held the
.357 up once more, keeping Rei at bay.
"Doing?" Rei seemed confused, too fascinated with Usagi to
concern herself with the gun. "I'm not doing anything to you.
It's what you are doing to yourself, and to me, that you should
concern yourself with."
"LYING FUCKING BITCH!" Usagi jabbed the .357 forward, almost
knocking Rei back with the force of the muzzle as she tried to blow
out her brains. But each time she tried to squeeze the trigger,
her consciousness seemed on the edge, and going over. "Fucking
fundy bitch, you've done something to me. I'll fucking kill you.
You hear me? I'll fucking kill you!" Usagi gripped her gun arm
wrist with her other hand, trying to control herself, before Rei
calmly took hold of the gun, putting a finger behind the trigger,
making it impossible for Usagi to fire even if she could force
herself through the barrier that seemed to be holding her back.
Usagi's eyes opened wide with fear as Rei placed a gentle
hand over hers. "There is no need for this. The violence, the
killing... You're killing yourself, along with the others."
"Shutup." Usagi clenched her teeth, wanting to lash out
and silence Rei, but found she couldn't.
"You cannot hide from the pain inside you. You want this
to stop. You want to reset your life to a point where none of this
ever happened, or ever could happen. You cannot. But you can make
it stop, right here, right now." Rei's voice was like a tonic,
lulling Usagi's hate and hypnotising her. Usagi seemed to relax.
It was destined not to last.
"DON'T MOVE!!! DROP THE GUN, OR WE'LL FIRE!!!" Two of the
club's bouncers were standing on the now-empty dance floor,
pointing their own sidearms in Usagi's direction. Instinct now
overtook Usagi once more, and she whipped the .357 out of Rei's
hands and killed them both, headshots. It had been so fast that
Rei hadn't realised what was happening before Usagi knocked her
aside, leaping the railing and running across the dance floor to
where she could see Mamoru beckoning to her at one of the exits.
"What the hell happened?" He gripped her shoulder as she
barged her way through. She gave him a contemptuous glance and
muttered something about making the job easier next time before
they both disappeared from the club's main room.
Rei watched them go, sitting on the floor of the platform,
holding the side of her face that Usagi had struck. The blow had
not been hard, more how she could describe as 'necessary', at least
necessary in Usagi's eyes. A smile crossed Rei's face and, totally
ignoring the situation at hand (there were now cops entering the
club running to those patrons who were still cowering on the floor)
she pulled her cellphone from her handbag, also sitting on the
floor where she had knocked it.
She had some news to tell...
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au
Alternate Universe Fic
Don't have the energy to spellcheck. Don't have a spellchecker on
the comp right now. If there are problems, drive a spike through
your head and pretend that they don't exist.
Disclaimer - Sailormoon. Not mine. Duh.
"Fuck you, I'm tired." Usagi hung her head as Mamoru gripped
her shoulder, roughly.
"Now is not the time to worry about those kind of things."
He stared nervously around the club, trying to rouse the girl from
(practically) under the table. It was not the first time she'd
been like this, recently.
"Let me go, then. Shoot the fucker yourself. I can't do it
anymore." She whined as she put her hands up to her head, trying
to block out the drone of the music that filled the main room.
Mamoru became tired of her attitude and gripped her by the collar,
lifting her up to face him.
"I said now is not the time to worry about..." Before he
realised it, he was feeling the business end of her .357 pressing
against the bridge of his nose. She roughly shrugged off his grip
and stared at him, red-eyed and contemptuous.
"I'll fuckin' kill him, alright? Do you want me to cap you
first, or something?" She shook uncontrollably, then removed the
.357 from him and placed it against her temple. "It'll take just
one shot, you know that? Just one. And then your best is gone.
What would you do then? Shoot the fuckers yourself?"
"You're being stupid." Mamoru replied calmly. This seemed
to take the fire out of another self-obsessed rant, and she hid the
.357 in her jacket once more.
"Stupid. Yeah, I was fucking stupid to have ever listened to
you in the first place." She huffed and lowered her head to the
table, gently banging her forehead against its surface. "Wouldn't
be in this much trouble if I did. Not ever."
"You're not in any trouble you haven't wanted to be in, or
thought was a good idea at the time." Mamoru paused and pointed
across the shadows of the club. "Over there, by the waitress
stand. The one with the long black hair." Usagi raised her head
and squinted her eyes, trying to focus on the person he was
pointing out. "She's the one. The one who caused D'Agostin and
Weikle to be exposed last week. Didn't mean to, apparently. She's
some kind of cult-obsessed weirdo, trying to collect lost souls in
the clubs..."
"Boo hoo." Usagi sneered.
"Yes, well..." Mamoru cleared his throat. "Putting that
aside, she accidentally caused them both some grief with the filth.
So you have to do her." He turned back to Usagi, who was starting
to look wasted again. "Keep your mind on this. You have to kill
her. You're the best at this. You like it, remember?"
"I like it..." Usagi swayed where she was sitting, then
regained herself. "Once. Once, maybe. Now it's just..." She
shook her head and stood, staring almost blankly at her victim to
be. "Make sure you get me out of here, once it's done. I don't
want to have to make my own way out all by myself. Again."
"On that, you have my word." Mamoru almost cringed at saying
it, but he knew well that she'd do exactly as she said. It would
only be the fifth or sixth time in this town. The media had a
field day with the 26 dead the last time.
He watched her as she work her way around the table and
through the relatively thin crowd of the nightclub, sidling around
the edge of the main room, trying not to look as if she were making
a b-line straight for her target. When she was halfway there, he
stood and nodded to one of his friends, working at the bar. The
friend nodded back and stepped away.
Usagi watched the girl. She was sitting at a table, alone
for most of the time. Occasionally a guy would step up to her and
lean over the table. Usagi knew what they wanted, and the girl
wasn't giving it to them. The fact that that was all they wanted
from her didn't seem to depress her, though... She still eyed the
club patrons with a kind of mute interest. Looking for converts to
the cause.
Usagi hated religious types. REALLY hated them. Talk about
spirituality and greater meanings in life made her want to puke.
On occasions, when being accosted by religious sorts on the street
(or wherever) she'd responded by blowing out their brains. Then
she shot a few bystanders around her, just for good measure (it
helped relieve her seething anger).
She hated the idea that they just saw her as convert meat,
there for the frying. Indeed, she went so far as to thinking that,
if human beings DID possess such a spurious concept as a soul, a
spirit, then the bloody things should be ripped out of people and
put to some good use, such as a source of electrical power, or fuel
and the like. Anything that was supposed to contain so much power
just HAD to be a natural resource worth exploiting.
She shook her head, trying to ground herself again. Morphine
was making her feel distracted again. She didn't like it when she
allowed herself to go off on one of her misanthropic little fantasy
trips. She reached into her jacket and felt the .357, just for
reassurance.
Then she felt a shiver as one of the boys standing nearby,
ironically one of those her target had rejected, turned and smiled
at her across a ten foot gap of people, then started towards her.
She quickly turned away and moved, trying to give him the message
that he was not wanted. Occasional glances showed that this was
not working: he was following her.
Fuck them! Why did someone ALWAYS have to get in the way?
She quickly stepped up onto the railed-off platform, where the
tables on that side of the club were situated, and pushed her way
through groups of people trying to chat through the drone of the
background music. Fortunately, her target was looking away as she
approached, and she allowed herself to slip the .357 couple of
inches from her jacket.
She was practically on the girl when she felt the hand land
upon her shoulder. "Hey girl, she ain't interested in anybody..."
Before she even had time to register the male voice, she spun,
emptying two rounds into the chest of the boy who had been
following her. The report drove the maintained atmosphere of the
club into chaos. There were screams and cries as people dropped to
the floor, automatically, as if they expected this kind of thing to
happen within a dance club. An older man, sitting near where the
boy had fallen, stood as if to try and tackle her. She emptied
another round into him. Sweat ran down her forehead as the music
stopped and people ran for the exits, and she spun quickly, holding
the .357 straight as she turned to the girl, now frozen with shock
and fear.
"Wh..." She started, before Usagi pressed the muzzle into
the bridge of her nose. Usagi shivered as she squeezed the
trigger, gently...
And then the world spun. Usagi could see herself and the
girl, within a park or garden, it didn't matter, happily talking to
each other. Then she saw the girl giving her CPR, tears at the
corners of her eyes, as if she really cared for Usagi. And then,
more to Usagi's surprise and contempt, she saw herself trying to do
the same thing to the girl, different time, different place.
The she saw the girl with a group of other people she didn't
recognise, somewhere dark and, yet, warm and inviting, like a
subterranean sanctuary. Usagi was talking to them as if she had
known them all her life. And then there was Mamoru, smiling at
her, holding her with a sickening, cloying lovingness that made her
skin crawl. How could she allow him to do something like that? He
was just her regular contact... Little more. Trash of the worst
kind. She hated people like him, but saw them as necessary to get
on in the world... for the time being.
And then she was giving birth to Mamoru's child. And she was
surrounded by the girl and her friends. And then she staggered
back against the nearest table, dropping her gun arm and trying to
regain her senses. Her target was still frozen on the spot, trying
to speak. At least, her mouth was moving. But it was from more
than the mere shock of Usagi's presence, and what she had just done
within feet of her. The girl had seen the same visions that Usagi
had, and with a kind of sickening realisation, Usagi knew
everything about her. Her name was Hino Rei, once a miko in
training at a Shinto shrine, now a member of...
Usagi pulled herself together and lifted the .357 back in
Rei's direction. Now Rei was not so quiet. "You..."
"Me." Usagi swallowed, hoping it sounded mocking. She
squeezed the trigger again, and once more staggered back as the
visions entered her mind, like some bad trip. Rei stood and sidled
around the table, reaching out her hands.
"I know you. I know who you are." Rei's hands were
shivering, but it wasn't from fear. Usagi could FEEL what Rei was
feeling... Hope. Relief. Wonder. And Usagi hated it.
"What the fuck are you doing to me, bitch?" Usagi held the
.357 up once more, keeping Rei at bay.
"Doing?" Rei seemed confused, too fascinated with Usagi to
concern herself with the gun. "I'm not doing anything to you.
It's what you are doing to yourself, and to me, that you should
concern yourself with."
"LYING FUCKING BITCH!" Usagi jabbed the .357 forward, almost
knocking Rei back with the force of the muzzle as she tried to blow
out her brains. But each time she tried to squeeze the trigger,
her consciousness seemed on the edge, and going over. "Fucking
fundy bitch, you've done something to me. I'll fucking kill you.
You hear me? I'll fucking kill you!" Usagi gripped her gun arm
wrist with her other hand, trying to control herself, before Rei
calmly took hold of the gun, putting a finger behind the trigger,
making it impossible for Usagi to fire even if she could force
herself through the barrier that seemed to be holding her back.
Usagi's eyes opened wide with fear as Rei placed a gentle
hand over hers. "There is no need for this. The violence, the
killing... You're killing yourself, along with the others."
"Shutup." Usagi clenched her teeth, wanting to lash out
and silence Rei, but found she couldn't.
"You cannot hide from the pain inside you. You want this
to stop. You want to reset your life to a point where none of this
ever happened, or ever could happen. You cannot. But you can make
it stop, right here, right now." Rei's voice was like a tonic,
lulling Usagi's hate and hypnotising her. Usagi seemed to relax.
It was destined not to last.
"DON'T MOVE!!! DROP THE GUN, OR WE'LL FIRE!!!" Two of the
club's bouncers were standing on the now-empty dance floor,
pointing their own sidearms in Usagi's direction. Instinct now
overtook Usagi once more, and she whipped the .357 out of Rei's
hands and killed them both, headshots. It had been so fast that
Rei hadn't realised what was happening before Usagi knocked her
aside, leaping the railing and running across the dance floor to
where she could see Mamoru beckoning to her at one of the exits.
"What the hell happened?" He gripped her shoulder as she
barged her way through. She gave him a contemptuous glance and
muttered something about making the job easier next time before
they both disappeared from the club's main room.
Rei watched them go, sitting on the floor of the platform,
holding the side of her face that Usagi had struck. The blow had
not been hard, more how she could describe as 'necessary', at least
necessary in Usagi's eyes. A smile crossed Rei's face and, totally
ignoring the situation at hand (there were now cops entering the
club running to those patrons who were still cowering on the floor)
she pulled her cellphone from her handbag, also sitting on the
floor where she had knocked it.
She had some news to tell...
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au