Rei met with the rest of the senshi outside the club at the appointed time. She'd gotten the low down from Ami when she had called to see about getting the psychiatric evaluation. All the girls were dressed in the colors that stood predominate in their outfits. As they congregated outside while they awaited the chance to be let in, they discussed the various items of the day. Usagi went on and on about how good her lunch had been, neglecting the entire time to mention that said lunch in fact had belonged to Makoto. Minako went on about a cute guy she had seen, neglecting to mention that she had seen him speaking to Makoto that morning, and he wasn't really that cute either. But he did have a nice butt, although the baggy pants had made it difficult to check the validity of that statement, but no one knew enough to argue back. Rei spoke about the up coming talent show that her school was going to be putting on. She was really excited about the chance to show off her singing talents to the student body. She admitted that she still had some work to do on the act, but she really did want think she had a chance to win. Ami, for reasons unknown, had brought with her a palm computer. At the moment, as they waited for entry into the club with the rest of the crowd, she was animatedly poking the little machine's screen with some semblance of a pen. Of course, the rest of the girls weren't privy to the knowledge Ami had, or her plan for the use of said knowledge to make a few extra dollars on the side. One never knew when money would be needed. Makoto was the last to arrive. She had not been thrilled at the thought of being here in the first place and was still somewhat nervous about another encounter with the westerner she'd met that morning. The thought that he was going to be in the band itself was slightly comforting. The band rarely had real associations with their fans while on stage or off stage. Any fan that got too close to the band, was labeled a groupie and groupies were regarded as sluts. End result; she was making excuses not to go in and her friends wouldn't buy any of them. The beast looked down at its prey. It had been a long time since it had been free and it was taking its chance to enjoy the human world again. The limbo the time bitch kept him chained to was wearing away at his sanity. He wasn't fed or sheltered, not that he needed either, but the lack of rest was playing on his mind. Perhaps if he completed this job well, the time bitch would let him go free again. And perhaps, he was already insane. The thought that the bitch would let him free to his own dimension once again was not enough to deter the thought of being free once more. He needed to enjoy the time he had, even if it was spent confined to a world of worthless mortals. He brought a wing down in front of his face and examined the hole that still bled, punctured through with materials and cruelty unfathomable in this world. He would never fly again and he had the time bitch to blame for it. A thousand years of torment was very little compared to the things he would do to her, but first, he needed to complete this job so he could return and take his vengeance. And then he would rejoin his people. Just one thing. Nothing stood in his way of killing the mortal girl. Just a mortal girl… -------------------------- Destiny Not 2 A Sailor Moon fanfic by Morgion Disclaimer: You already know what's going in here. I mean does anyone ever really read this crap. Everyone knows that the author didn't write Sailor Moon, and we're all pretty sure that we know who did and who owns it as well. More so, I don't believe that anyone would go through the trouble of tracking down the real owners and writers in order to get the right to write this. Really. Who's gonna waste that time when they could spend it writing or even doing something practical with their life. More so, who really thinks they're gonna make a profit off this crap. Whatever. If this stuff were good enough to go to market, you wouldn't be reading it on the net for free, now would you? Get it? We crystal? Good. >;) ----------------------- Jay looked out at the crowed lining up to get in. They'd just started letting people in and stamping the people who would be drinking. The dance floor was opened up and there were no seats placed at the bar. The only place to sit was on the stairs that lowered down into the dance floor area. Not that there would be a lot of dancing. Punk music was really not a dance style. It was more of a hardcore brute like style. At least it didn't require you to be very good. One of the greatest punk groups ever had started with very little talent. In fact more than one. Neither the Ramones, nor the Sex Pistols were very good with their instruments. Then again, they didn't need talent to pioneer an entire musical revolution. Back in the seventies, things were far simpler than they were now. Then again, he hadn't been alive in the seventies. Taking his eyes off the growing crowd in the club proper, Jay turned back to his band. He could tell they were nervous. Hell, the nervousness was almost tangible. He almost wished that he could cut a piece off and save it for posterity. "Feelin' good, guys?" He asked without much conviction. He tried to keep the false grin on his face, but it really didn't do much to help. "They're lettin' the people in now. Anyone else wanna back out?" John looked up and twirled a drum stick. It fell to the floor with a clatter. "No we're fine I think." He smiled as everyone chuckled. "Oh yeah, John," called Jamie form across the room where he tuned his guitar. "You look real calm." "Hey! Shut up! Don't make me kick your ass!" John stood up from his seat and shook out his arms with the challenge. Jamie leaned the base guitar against the wall and stood up as well. Assuming a fighting stance he waved a little challenge back at the drummer. "C'mon ,bitch." John looked around in mock confusion. As much as he was bigger than Jamie, he was also shorter and Jamie had longer legs that could really pack a punch. Besides, Jamie had formal training. Not as much as ay had, but Jay was better with the whole grappling bit. He had once nearly broken Jamie's arm by adjusting an arm lock to just pulling the elbow across the back to the opposite shoulder. John looked back to Jamie. "If you get the chance to fuck off today, take it." Jamie smirked. "Watch it or I'll get Doug to crush your noogies again." "Ohohhhhhh! But they still hurt from last time!" "Quit your bitchin'." "Who you callin' a bitch?" "You, bitch." "You…..Slut!" "Whore!" "Cunt!" "Bitch!" Jay took this moment to intervene as the rest of the group cracked up. "That one's been used, John. Can't use it again." "Says who." "I do!" "Oh. Ok." Silently John returned to his seat and picked up the fallen drum stick. There were only moments to go. Well more like half an hour, but it would feel like six hours and comparatively, it was only moments. A lot of moments. Makoto and the girls had all been let into the club. The building itself was crowded with the bulk of the people going down to the front dance area, although whether they were expecting to dance or not was as good her guess as the other girls. They didn't know a heck of a lot about the band. They were westerners, they played music of some kind, she'd bumped into the one of the band members, but that was it. Usagi was hoping that it was one of those boybands that they had in America. Like the backstreet boys, or N'sync. Somehow, Makoto doubted that they were. There was something far too poor about the guy she had met that morning. In fact he reminded her of one of those homeless people she had seen the other day in down town Tokyo. Only with expensive clothing. It would be another little while before the show started. The sound check was still being done, and not all the crowd had been let in. The girls took a moment to survey the club for a place to sit. Finding none, they retreated to the back of the club for where there were fewer people. The girls continued to talk amongst themselves discussing what they were going to see. Rei had begun to theorize that it was a small orchestral group. With a lead singer and strong melodies, like Celine Dion. The kind of singer she had always wanted to be. Watching a small group of street kids walk by in their camouflage pants and knee high boots, she didn't think so. The kind of people here, didn't really want to be at that type of show. Or if they did, it wasn't dressed like that. Minako had spent some time observing the crowd as well. Watching the mix of teenagers and young adults in their leather clothing and trench coats, or camouflage pants and black shirts or any other combination of popular underground attire. She quickly voiced her opinion that this was going to be a dance show. The only time she had seen people dressed in this way was on those dance shows that were on TV to show case the latest dance music phenomenon. She hopped it was. There were some really cute guys in those shows. As opposed to shooting down her friends opinions or adding her own to the pool, Makoto kept silent. She really hadn't wanted to be here. She was just glad that Mamoru wasn't here. That would make things really bad. She was really getting the feeling that she didn't belong here, but the show was free, and no one was really giving her any nasty glares, so she really couldn't justify leaving yet. It was another half hour of boredom before they'd gotten the entire crowd into the club. It was getting kind of stuffy and Makoto was glad that she was taller than the rest of the senshi. At this rate, she would be the only one breathing by the end of the show. The sound check guy had left the stage and the crowd was beginning to get a bit wrestles. The show was supposed to have started over ten minutes ago, but with the large crowd came the time delay to be sure that no one missed the show. As it was the people were milling about and talking to each other over frivolous events of the day. The senshi were on to quietly arguing about who the band was going to be. In fact, Rei and Usagi had begun a quiet argument about who had the better music sense. They were currently back to back sticking out tongues at one another and making everyone around them feel embarrassed. Fortunately, everyone was too busy waiting for the band to come on to care. As such the entire crowd was caught off guard when the lights went out. People screamed or cheered, or just yelled and acted rowdy. Makoto almost sighed at their immaturity. The boisterousness of the crowd only lasted for another moment as a distorted harmony echoed through the club and a single spotlight came on over the stage. There sat the westerner she'd met earlier, guitar in hand strumming out the desperate and saddened melody. After a second refrain, another spot light came on lighting a second figure. This one was taller, but looked to be about the same age and was clean shaven with sand colored short hair with blue tips. As he slowly sang out the English lyrics, the crowd cheered. None of the senshi really knew what he was saying, save possibly Ami, but the crowd could tell. Taking a peak over at the senshi of ice in the growing light, Makoto could see that her hypothesis had been right. She could see a tinge of sadness etched on Ami's face as the words flowed out and more spotlights lit up more band members. It was interesting, she couldn't understand what was being said, but she could feel the emptiness of the song in her soul. It felt almost like a pit forming in the bottom of her stomach. At the same time, though, it was like a rush. With out even knowing what was said, she found herself empathizing with the song. With the pain that was being conveyed in the voice and the music. All in all, it was an amazing experience. The rest of the show was just as intense. The moods and the sounds brought the songs to life. Though most of the people hadn't mastered English to the point where they could understand the songs, most of them looked like they didn't really care. The entire floor was jumping up and down with the beats and as the guitar riffs crashed together the sounds echoed out into the streets. There were people jumping, slamming into each other, waving hands in the air. The whole group had come to life in a mass of violent, loud destructiveness that carried the emotions of a lifetime in their intensity. The four senshi stood at the back of the room and watched this unfold in aw. For a simple gathering of people, the primal urges were coming out and it was scary for them. Ami had wandered into the crowd shortly after the first song had come to an end. They'd seen her, dressed in a conservative pair of pants, being thrown above the crowd with several other people and after a time, disappearing into the mass of humanity once more. No one had been able to see her face at the time, but her squeals had made it clear that she was either enjoying herself or terrified beyond belief. Either way, there was nothing much the rest could to in the case that the situation really was dire. The show was in full swing and there was great excitement when the lights went out once more. More screams accompanied this time, only there was a different tone to some of them. They didn't seem so energetic anymore. And there was a distinct feeling that there was something wrong in the air. There were loud rumbles and shrieks and the sound of people being thrown to the ground. Every once and a while one of the screams was cut off with a sickening gurgle that could barely be heard above the now terrified screams of the crowd. It was in the midst of the terror filled shrieks that the spotlights came to life and focused onto the crowd. It people had been terrified before, they were petrified with fear now. The massive hulking form in the middle of the floor seemed to be reflective of an angel, but there were many things wrong with its appearance. Its feathery wings had large holes through them. Its face was twisted into a ghoulish grin that struck true fear into the hearts of those who gazed upon. It's arms extended into claw-like talons that gripped the bloodied body of its latest victim. Its skin seemed to be the color of granite and was speckled with blood. The senshi only hesitated a moment before leaping into action. Making a beeline to the washrooms, they were quick to change into their senshi form and filed back out in the midst of battle strategy. "Venus, you get the doors open and help these people out," Moon stated hastily. Sailor Venus quickly nodded. "Jupiter, you get the injured out here. We might need your strength with them. Mars, try and delay that thing as long as you can. I'm going to find Mercury." Taking one last look at all three of the scouts, lingering a slight bit longer on Mars, Sailor Moon gave the signal to break. As they broke onto the floor, each scout going to her individual task, Mars ran through the throng of panic stricken concert goers straight for the monster itself. Jupiter was at her side, headed for the injured people, trying to ensure that they could be helped out before they were trampled by the mass of escapees. Sailor Moon's search for Ami had been a short one. As soon as the three had burst onto the floor, and the doors had opened to allow the crowd to escape, The monstrosity had been revealed in full. In one grossly taloned hand, it held Ami by the back of her head. Gently, the monster sniffed her over and took a good look at her in the luminescence of the spotlights. It's face twisted into a vicious grin. "You're not the one," it commented with a snarl before flinging Ami onto the stage and into the terrified band members who were in the process of trying to aid their fellow band mates off the stage. It then turned to the rest of the crowd. I know you're here, Rei Hino. Come out, come out. I can still smell you." That was the final straw. "HALT!!!" Sailor Moon called. The majority of the crowd had made it out, and Venus had been able to come back to aid with the fighting. "Concerts like this are for people's enjoyment! Sick perversions like you shouldn't ruin them for others. I am Sailor Moon, Warrior of love and justice, and in the name of the moon, I shall punish you!" As nice as her speech was, Sailor Moon really hoped that it gave the poor people time to get out and for Ami to get up. They were going to need her analysis to get this thing down. They had no idea what they were dealing with now. With the aid of fear and a super powered human, the crowd, including the injured, were out of the club in a sort time, leaving the scouts alone with the creature. Sailor Mercury joined them on unstable feet, having just transformed while the monster was occupied by Venus's love me chain. It took the monster little effort to escape the chain, however, and soon it was bearing down on them. "Sailor Senshi," it growled ominously. "Fighters of truth and justice. I'll show you real justice." So saying, it ripped a piece of the security railing from in front of the stage, and attacked the now full group of inner senshi. The beast's attacks were nothing more than wild swings that the most of the senshi were able to avoid most of the time. The unfortunate was that when one connected, it was enough to knock the wind out of even the senshi's magically enhanced bodies. The battle pushed on. The resilience of the creature was astounding. Even the higher level senshi attacks weren't enough to do any real damage to it. The senshi had bounced around in every tactical formation they knew, but the beast was too tough. It simply weathered the attacks and countered with a swing of the pipe, forcing the senshi to the defensive again. "Mercury," Moon called as she backed off from attack. Mercury had been in very little of the fighting, having taken the blow in human form. "What can we do about this thing?" "I don't know," came the nervous reply. "It's like this thing is made of stone. The only ways to stop it would be to hit it with enough force to shatter it, or possibly melt it. I think I know a way, but it'll take some time to set it up, and a lot of power." Pushing a button on her earring, Sailor Mercury opened her conversation to the rest of the senshi. "If Mars puts enough heat on it and the I freeze it, the conflicting force of expansion and contraction will be enough to stop it, or at lest cause it a lot of pain. After that, Moon can use her Moon Spiral Heart Attack. I hope that will do the trick." As Mercury wrapped up her report, the granite monstrosity broke free from the incapacitation of the love me chain. Raising its wings to the air, it batted away Sailors Jupiter and Venus, and with a shriek dove into a headlong charge towards Sailor Mars. The steel pipe came down towards Mars at an incredible rate, and with nowhere to run, she had no choice but to brace for the attack and hope for the best. The attack itself never struck her. Mars looked on in horror as her savior and princess hurled herself in front of the beast's attack. Sailor Moon, in a desperate attempt to save Mars, tossed herself into the path of the oncoming pipe. Everyone heard the sickening crunch as her stomach met with the supernatural force behind the pipe, causing both to crumple. "Sailor Moon!" cried Mars in surprise and fear as the monster continued to advance on her and the fallen blonde. Then fear turned to rage. No one was allowed to hurt her princess. No one! NO ONE! Taking the initiative at stepping to her feet, Mars took a ready stance, prepared to protect her princess at any cost. As the beast bore down on her, Mars' eyes took a slightly more maniacal hue. They glowed slightly red as she stood up straight and smiled at the beast that had harmed her princess. "You want me," she said. It wasn't a question but a statement of fact. "Come get me!" The monster smiled. "You're right. You are the target. You are the key to my freedom." And with another cry of attack broke into a short charge, its talons raised and pulled back for a killing blow. Mars smirked in return, and raised her hands before her, but not in a warding gesture. "No one hurts my princess," she stated as fire burst from her hands. It wasn't the simple fire they were used to, but instead a raging inferno. It radiated the heat to vaporize flesh and melt stone. Not the simple fireball of her first attack, or even the power of the flame sniper. This was the true fury of the god of war unleashed. The full power of the planet mars was coming to bear on the being that had angered its avatar. If the beast had planned vengeance before, what it felt now was nothing short of righteous indignation. The wrath of all that was good and sacred falling on his head to burn away his skin. Gurgling cries of pain and agony escaped his tortured lungs as he slowly disintegrated into noting more than dust, and then the dust itself was melted into vapor. Sailor Mars broke from her trance as the others gathered around her and Sailor Moon. Quickly recovering from the moment of shock that covered the group, they knelt quickly around Sailor Moon, Mars raising her head into her lap as Mercury pulled out her system and did a fast analysis of her vital signs. "Is she ok?" Mars voiced what the rest were thinking after a brief pause. Mercury scanned the fallen senshi one more time before putting her computer away. "She has a slight concussion, and some damaged ribs. We should take her to the hospital where my mom works just to be sure." Mars wasted no time in picking up Sailor Moon's unconscious form and heading for the backstage exit. The rest followed in silence, worry over their comrade marring their features. The back exit had been cleared as most of the people had run off out front, but the senshi took a moment to return to their street guises and return Sailor Moon to her former self as well. With a quick rush, the girls hurried Usagi off to the hospital.
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