Goddess of Death
Chapter One
Quiet Room
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Disclaimer Applies. I don't really care at the moment.

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Setsuna's eyes snapped open, and she sat up. Looking around, she realized that she was in complete darkness. She stood up, wobbling slightly. Her hand reached up to her hurting head; she had a throbbing headache.
She stumbled around the dark room in search of a light switch or something of the like. Without warning, a spotlight shone through the darkness. Something sparkled. It caught her eye, and she headed towards it.
She came to a white marble pillar-table type thing. On it was a small trinket of some sort. She picked it up, looking it over. It appeared to be a mirror, its frame made of ruby, with many smaller pieces of mirror-glass decorating it, along with a few diamonds, and a gold rim.
As her curiosity forced her to, She touched one of the small mirror pieces. The diamonds disappeared, and a cloud of pink perfume reminiscent of roses came out of where they had been.
"Ooh, that smells lovely!" she exclaimed quietly.
The diamonds went back into their places, and the perfume disappeared. Holding it carefully by the gold rim, she pressed another mirror piece. It indented slightly, as the one before it had. The diamonds didn't do anything.
Setsuna felt a sharp pain in the hand she was holding the mirror with; the gold rim had given way to spikes! She dropped the mirror onto the pillar-table, and noticed some spikes where her hand hadn't touched; they were glistening with something that looked an awful lot like poison! The spikes that had gotten her were covered in her blood. The spikes retracted, and the mirror looked innocent again.
She fell to the ground, unconscious again. She had a dreamless sleep.

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Setsuna woke up, this time covered up by blankets. She was in somebody's room. Her eyesight was too blurry for her to see the details.
"How are you feeling, Setsuna?" asked a familiar voice.
Her eyes focused at the same time she recognized the voice: it was Usagi!
"Not too good. What happened?"
"We found you unconscious on the street when we came to fight the youma."
Setsuna nodded, then cringed; her headache was back!
"Oh! Are you all right, Puu?" another familiar voice cried.
Chibiusa, of course, she thought.
"Yes. Just a bit of a headache."
Was the room a dream? she thought.
She looked down at her hand. There were small puncture wounds matching where she had held the mirror. She sat up and got out of bed.
"I feel much better now, thanks to you."
"Are you sure...?"
She nodded. Heading towards the door, it opened, revealing Mamoru.
"Hello, Mamoru," she said, smiling politely.
He nodded. "Hello, Setsuna."
She walked past him, out of the door, and out of the blonde's house. As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, the sighed heavily. At that moment, her head began to hurt horribly. She clutched it, and cringed, stumbling.
Setsuna regained her balance and shook her head slightly.
No use in worrying them. It could be nothing, she thought.
Clearing her head of that thought, she started off towards her own home; she had some relaxing to do!

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Setsuna curled up in her warm bed. A good night's sleep would make her feel better. She had forgotten all about the mirror.

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A girl sat in the shadows. She pulled a small section of her own hair away from her head, without pulling it out. She counted the strands in whispers.
"47. An odd number. She dies."

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Setsuna sat up in bed, suddenly awake, with a scream.
What had that dream meant? Who was going to die? Who was that strange girl? she cried out mentally.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she stood up. She could think about this while drinking coffee. It was 6:30, anyway. Time to get up.
Her alarm sounded, and she turned it off. She walked towards the kitchen, deep in thought.

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"Watching these pitiful humans is getting boring. It's only fun when one suffers."
The strange girl pulled a rope out of nowhere. She stared at it, and one strand snapped.

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Setsuna fell to the kitchen floor, coughing. Her coffee cup shattered as it hit the floor, spraying the walls with the hot brown liquid. She held her hand to her mouth while she coughed. Pulling it away, she saw blood.
She couldn't even gasp as she clutched her chest in pain. It was as if a fist was clenching around her heart, suffocating it. The breaths she took were short and thin.

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The strange girl began to laugh. It was a cold, cruel laugh, and it echoed throughout wherever it was she was.