Disclaimer: NO!! I don't own Sailor Moon OR Gundam Wing. All I own is
some dudes that die later. Who would want to own dead dudes? If you do want
dead dudes. you can e-mail me. K?
AN: Hey. This is my first fanfic, although I have two already posted. I once had this story up on fanfiction.net, but many people were claiming it was confusing. I re-read it a while ago and realized that the first two or three chapters ARE confusing, and you can also tell where my writing developed, the story changes Drastically. So I've worked on it and changed the first two or three chapters and a major part in the plot to make it make sense and to change what I didn't like. This was once a betrayal fic, but I changed that, as it will be revealed in the second prologue. Yes, I have two for a reason... Well, I hope it's as interesting as my friends claim it is. Please Review!
Prologue One
In the Arabian Desert, a car spend along, looking for a good, flat area for a jet to take off from. There were four occupants in this vehicle. The driver, Lorena Devourx, was wearing tight leather pants, a tight red tank top, boots that came to just above her knees, and a trench coat. Her thigh length black hair, with blonde highlights, was tied back into a braid, so it wouldn't get in her way. On her face was painted a red devil's face with sliver angel wings outside it and her eyes were black.
Sitting in the passenger's seat was Deborah Devourx, Lorena's sister. She was wearing a tight leather skort that had a small slit on each side, a tight red tank top, boots that came to just above her knees, and a trench coat. Her butt length, dark brown hair, with bright red highlights, was also tied into a braid to keep it out of her way. She also had a red devil's face with silver angel's wings on the outside painted on her face and her eyes were also black.
In the back seat was two girls, Amanda Polyak, a blue haired girl that was dressed similar to the others, and Relena Dorlin, a blonde haired girl. The only differences in the girls outfits was the fact that Amanda was wearing tight leather Capri pants and Relena was wearing tight leather shorts. The rest was the same, even the faces and eyes. Amanda's hair reached her mid-back and Relena's rested on her shoulder. On the back of each girl's trench coat was their calling card, a glittery red devil's head with the word Angel wrote above it in glittery silver, block lettering, which had been designed by Amanda.
These four girls were known as the 'Devil's Angels' and they had just completed another mission. They had eliminated some Saudi Arabian terrorists that had been plaguing the United States of America, Osama bin Laden and Sadam Hussein. Of course, they would be rewarded nicely for this, but the money wasn't what the girls were doing this for. When they first started, neither of them thought that they'd be doing this on an international level. They had begun to do this; to do what the police weren't, fighting crime in their hometown. They were a Canadian Superhero that actually made sense and worked.
Lorena was a hand-to-hand combat expert; Deborah was a knives expert, Amanda, an expert in swords, and Relena, an expert in explosives. Each girl had been well trained in martial arts, but each had picked an area to be an expert in. Ever since Lorena was a young girl, she had been interested in hand-to-hand combat as a self-defense technique, so, when the time came, she chose to be a hand-to-hand combat expert. Deborah had been playing with knives all her life and had once been a part of a small circus in her area, as a knife thrower and knives juggler, so it only made sense for her to be the knife expert of the team. Her family had taught Amanda at a young age, how to wield a sword, so it also only made sense for her to be the sword expert. Relena had, secretly, learned about explosives when she was a teenager and going to her very own private school. She had been interested in them for a long time and only then found a way to learn about them, without people thinking she was all for that war that had been raging between the colonies and parts of earth. She also wore the detonator, the pendant on her necklace, for the explosives that they used on missions.
Each girl was wearing the exact same silver Timex watches, which served three purposes: tell time, communication device that connected the girls to each other and their boss, and to store holographic maps. Deborah, the mechanical genius, had designed these.
The girls had a boss that gave them missions, but while they were on these missions, Deborah was the leader. She received the missions via an instant private messenger, which she had designed for her and their boss, on her laptop. She told the girls what they were planning to do, on a mission, because she came up with the mission strategies. Neither of them knew who the boss was, though.
AN: Hey. This is my first fanfic, although I have two already posted. I once had this story up on fanfiction.net, but many people were claiming it was confusing. I re-read it a while ago and realized that the first two or three chapters ARE confusing, and you can also tell where my writing developed, the story changes Drastically. So I've worked on it and changed the first two or three chapters and a major part in the plot to make it make sense and to change what I didn't like. This was once a betrayal fic, but I changed that, as it will be revealed in the second prologue. Yes, I have two for a reason... Well, I hope it's as interesting as my friends claim it is. Please Review!
Prologue One
In the Arabian Desert, a car spend along, looking for a good, flat area for a jet to take off from. There were four occupants in this vehicle. The driver, Lorena Devourx, was wearing tight leather pants, a tight red tank top, boots that came to just above her knees, and a trench coat. Her thigh length black hair, with blonde highlights, was tied back into a braid, so it wouldn't get in her way. On her face was painted a red devil's face with sliver angel wings outside it and her eyes were black.
Sitting in the passenger's seat was Deborah Devourx, Lorena's sister. She was wearing a tight leather skort that had a small slit on each side, a tight red tank top, boots that came to just above her knees, and a trench coat. Her butt length, dark brown hair, with bright red highlights, was also tied into a braid to keep it out of her way. She also had a red devil's face with silver angel's wings on the outside painted on her face and her eyes were also black.
In the back seat was two girls, Amanda Polyak, a blue haired girl that was dressed similar to the others, and Relena Dorlin, a blonde haired girl. The only differences in the girls outfits was the fact that Amanda was wearing tight leather Capri pants and Relena was wearing tight leather shorts. The rest was the same, even the faces and eyes. Amanda's hair reached her mid-back and Relena's rested on her shoulder. On the back of each girl's trench coat was their calling card, a glittery red devil's head with the word Angel wrote above it in glittery silver, block lettering, which had been designed by Amanda.
These four girls were known as the 'Devil's Angels' and they had just completed another mission. They had eliminated some Saudi Arabian terrorists that had been plaguing the United States of America, Osama bin Laden and Sadam Hussein. Of course, they would be rewarded nicely for this, but the money wasn't what the girls were doing this for. When they first started, neither of them thought that they'd be doing this on an international level. They had begun to do this; to do what the police weren't, fighting crime in their hometown. They were a Canadian Superhero that actually made sense and worked.
Lorena was a hand-to-hand combat expert; Deborah was a knives expert, Amanda, an expert in swords, and Relena, an expert in explosives. Each girl had been well trained in martial arts, but each had picked an area to be an expert in. Ever since Lorena was a young girl, she had been interested in hand-to-hand combat as a self-defense technique, so, when the time came, she chose to be a hand-to-hand combat expert. Deborah had been playing with knives all her life and had once been a part of a small circus in her area, as a knife thrower and knives juggler, so it only made sense for her to be the knife expert of the team. Her family had taught Amanda at a young age, how to wield a sword, so it also only made sense for her to be the sword expert. Relena had, secretly, learned about explosives when she was a teenager and going to her very own private school. She had been interested in them for a long time and only then found a way to learn about them, without people thinking she was all for that war that had been raging between the colonies and parts of earth. She also wore the detonator, the pendant on her necklace, for the explosives that they used on missions.
Each girl was wearing the exact same silver Timex watches, which served three purposes: tell time, communication device that connected the girls to each other and their boss, and to store holographic maps. Deborah, the mechanical genius, had designed these.
The girls had a boss that gave them missions, but while they were on these missions, Deborah was the leader. She received the missions via an instant private messenger, which she had designed for her and their boss, on her laptop. She told the girls what they were planning to do, on a mission, because she came up with the mission strategies. Neither of them knew who the boss was, though.