DON'T (Part 3) by Sievert Dinar
Alternate Universe Fic
Disclaimer - Sailormoon. Not mine. Duh.
Once upon a time, there had been a man who had become the
best assassin in the world (using a gun... A .357 magnum). He had
the best accuracy and kill rate of anybody the mob had ever worked
with. Any mob, anywhere.
And then he started to grow tired of killing people. He was
growing 'old' (in his late twenties) and he wanted a protege. One
day he found her... A young girl that everyone had abandoned, and
was left so full of hate that killing people seemed almost as
natural as breathing. And she could contain a .357 magnum,
something that nobody her size, strength and age should have been
able to do, for she was little more than 11 years of age.
Then.
The club looked as if nothing happened. The scene panned
across the ninety-odd patrons who had bothered to turn up on an
early weekday evening, dancing to music that couldn't be heard,
mouthing silent words to each other.
"I'm sorry there isn't any sound to this. This eye just
looks, not listens." The club manager paced around behind the two
girls, starting to wonder just whose office this was, and why he
had to kowtow to them so readily.
"It doesn't matter. I know what everyone is saying. And you
kowtow to us because we say so." The little dark-haired girl who
had been referred to as the Sentinel didn't turn to address him.
She wouldn't, of course. He was so far below her, it didn't matter
thinking about.
So he stepped around them and pointed at the monitor screen,
which was showing the vision of the nightclub, before the shooting.
"We haven't seen when they enter, but we have spotted them sitting
about here." It was hard to see the blond and her companion. The
table they were sitting at was at the extreme far left of the
picture, but from the reaction of his guests, there was no doubt
that they were the ones they had wanted to see. "She seems to be
a little put out at the moment... As you can see, she's resting
her head on the table..."
"Trying to summon the strength to do what she must." The
blue-haired girl nodded thoughtfully. "Her energy levels are low,
but there is an inner strength. It is very calm, but being fed by
a lot of negative thoughts."
"Her mind is addled by a drug. Partly. I don't think it
matters much, in her case." The Sentinel leaned forward in her
seat. "She is standing, now. Is it my imagination, or has the
panning of the camera slowed to keep up with her?"
"Uh, I'm not sure." The manager looked away, nervously. I
don't know what speed the eye pans across the room. Maybe it has
slowed down. Part of the glitches in the system, I suppose."
"Were not the glitches between the camera and the drive, or
on the drive itself?" The Sentinel rubbed her chin. "That is
something you should look into, Ami." She turned to her companion,
momentarily. "I really want to know if the problems are down to an
internal source. I'm beginning to think they weren't."
"What has this got to do with the speed the eye is panning
the main room?" The manager asked tentatively. The Sentinel
turned back to the monitor and ignored his question, so it was up
to Ami to explain.
""Ask youself this... Why would the camera WANT to show us
this girl and what she has done? Was she, for want of a better
term, 'controlling' the camera, even subconsciously."
"But that's madness." The manager shook his head. "Why
would she want to be seen, killing people. Killing your friend,
even. I mean, enough people know about you. Surely it would be
a BAD thing for you to see her, even if on little more than a
monitor like this."
"She's now reached the other side of the room, where Rei is
sitting." The Sentinel smiled. The girl with her blond hair tied
up in odango buns, wearing a short red jacket and cutoffs, had the
gun half out of her jacket, when a youth places his hand on her
shoulder. Then the picture starts to break up, and the youth goes
down. The picture stabilises just in time to show people falling
over themselves in panic, and the girl cap another man, slightly
older, who had been sitting nearby.
The picture glitched again as she did this. "I'm sorry, I
really am." The manager tried to apologise, but was waved off
dismissively by The Sentinel. At about this point, the black-
haired girl, who had been the blond's target, faces her nemesis.
The blond steps forward and pushes the muzzle of the gun into her
face. And then the picture went completely off the wall.
Ami staggered for a moment, clutching at her head. The
Sentinel didn't move, but she was concentrating, sweat appearing
on her forehead. "A mental wave." Ami whispered. "A lingering
mental wave. Even the afterimages carry the power."
"She's panicking. She doesn't know what is going on." The
Sentinel shivered. "Her fight or flight reflex has been triggered.
But she wants to do both. She LIKES to do both." She stood and
started to pace around the room. As she did so, the picture
returned to normal, showing the blond and her male contact fleeing
the scene, and Rei kneeling on the floor, holding her face. "Stop
it. I don't want to see any more." The manager obeyed her command
and switched off the monitor.
The Sentinel gripped Ami's arm andguided her towards the
door. As she opened it, she half-turned to the manager. "You will
say nothing of my appearance here. Not to anyone. This situation
is more grave than you can, perhaps, imagine."
All blood drained from the manager's face now. "Y... yes, my
honoured Sentinel." He placed a hand across his chest in a kind of
salute. "I am a child of Serenity. I shall not disobey the
commands of her chosen ones."
With that, Ami and the Sentinel left the office, and the
building altogether. Within seconds they were walking along a
fairly dark and poorly-lit tunnel, dripping with water, much like a
large sewer drain. Ami looked back at what appered to be a glowing
ring of violet fire, within which could be seen the door to the
office, then it vanished and they were cut off from that part of
the world.
"This cannot be good." Ami reached into the top pocket of
her business suit-like jacket, pulling out a pair of small, round,
rimless glasses, which she then put on, perched at the end of her
nose. The lenses glowed a soft blue for a moment, then back to
transparent.
"Nothing is good about this." The Sentinel fingered her
ornamental earpiece. "Nothing at all. I will have to visit this
girl myself."
"That would be dangerous..."
"I would send my spiritual proxy."
"All the same, that wouldn't be advisable. If she could do
that to a video surveillance system without thinking about it..."
"Thankyou, Ami, I do understand the risks I'm taking." The
Sentinel seemed to grow tired, holding herself for both warmth and
reassurance. "The Oracle has given me her permission. And she
wants your evaluation of the surveillance system. I take it there
was nothing wrong with it?"
"Not a thing." Ami's glasses flashed blue again. "The
glitches were caused by an external energy source, disrupting its
normal operation. At least, that's what I could see from my quick
view..."
The Sentinel sighed as they continued on along the tunnel.
"You know, I almost understand the feelings she has... Those
feelings of hers are like a sense of self-preservation gone out of
control. I feel she shall not be very easy to change."
Usagi threw the door to her apartment open... a small, two
room place to sleep, and little more. Mamoru followed his worrying
charge through the doorway, closing it softly behind him as Usagi
padded over to her bunk, allowing herself to fall face-first onto
the mattress. "Careful, you still have your gun in your..." Usagi
held up the .357, showing him it was no longer hidden in her
jacket. "Well, just as long as you know."
He took a look around the larger main room, like a
combination bedroom, lounge and kitchen, it was sparsely furnished,
with little more than the bunk, a table (on which lay vaious
paraphenalia for the .357, including ammunition and a spare) and a
small television in one corner of the room. And he could see all
this without turning on the lights. There were long windows on the
two sides that the apartment faced the street, and through them was
more than enough light to see. Being on the top floor of the
apartment building, she was about eye-level with the streetlights.
Just as an experiment, he switched on the light to the room.
Nothing happened. There wasn't even a globe in the socket.
Usagi turned her face to him and chuckled drily. "What did
you expect? That I'd have a light to signal to everyone when I'm
home?"
"I really don't know what to expect. I've only ever been
here during the day." He sighed, then crossed the room to her.
"You did as good as you could have, today. I just want you to know
that."
"It could have gone better." Usagi turned her face away from
him. "I let myself go again. I'm so bloody stupid. I wish people
would just go away and leave me alone."
"You're getting all self-absorbed again." He knelt down
beside the bunk. "We talked this over in the car. You've calmed
down, remember?"
"That's what they all say." Usagi let out a short,
humourless giggle, then lifted herself up onto all fours. "Just
leave me alone for a while. I'll be okay. Eventually."
"You're sure?"
"I'm tired, dammit."
"You're stoned. Dammit."
Usagi sighed and shook her head, then falling back onto the
bunk. "Just let me sleep."
She felt him place something on the bed, and she turned to
see what it was. A small cellphone, his spare. "Call me on that
if you need any help. Or company. Or anything, basically. My
number is in the bookmarks."
"Hate using cellphones." Usagi smiled. "They give you
cancer of the brain. If I'm going to get cancer of the brain, I
want to put it there, myself."
"Well, using this phone will certainly help you on your way."
Mamoru shrugged and he stood, stepping back towards the door.
Before opening it, he paused and turned back to her. "Oh, and
don't get any ideas about using your gun on yourself. I don't need
the mess that will leave."
"You're all heart, you know that, you little fucker."
"Yep. All heart. That's me." He smiled. "I'll be back
tomorrow afternoon. With any luck, I'll have info on the target's
whereabouts. Then you can finish what you started."
"Heh." Usagi turned away, staring at her .357 as she ran her
index finger over the trigger. Mamoru sighed and opened the door.
She was off with the birdies again. No point saying anything else.
As the door closed behind him, deadbolting itself in the
process, Usagi started to snore, fast asleep. A couple of minutes
later, a wraith-like figure entered the apartment, floating through
the windows. It lingered over Usagi's sleeping form, and...
To be continued. Or "bugger, is that all?" =^.^=
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au
Alternate Universe Fic
Disclaimer - Sailormoon. Not mine. Duh.
Once upon a time, there had been a man who had become the
best assassin in the world (using a gun... A .357 magnum). He had
the best accuracy and kill rate of anybody the mob had ever worked
with. Any mob, anywhere.
And then he started to grow tired of killing people. He was
growing 'old' (in his late twenties) and he wanted a protege. One
day he found her... A young girl that everyone had abandoned, and
was left so full of hate that killing people seemed almost as
natural as breathing. And she could contain a .357 magnum,
something that nobody her size, strength and age should have been
able to do, for she was little more than 11 years of age.
Then.
The club looked as if nothing happened. The scene panned
across the ninety-odd patrons who had bothered to turn up on an
early weekday evening, dancing to music that couldn't be heard,
mouthing silent words to each other.
"I'm sorry there isn't any sound to this. This eye just
looks, not listens." The club manager paced around behind the two
girls, starting to wonder just whose office this was, and why he
had to kowtow to them so readily.
"It doesn't matter. I know what everyone is saying. And you
kowtow to us because we say so." The little dark-haired girl who
had been referred to as the Sentinel didn't turn to address him.
She wouldn't, of course. He was so far below her, it didn't matter
thinking about.
So he stepped around them and pointed at the monitor screen,
which was showing the vision of the nightclub, before the shooting.
"We haven't seen when they enter, but we have spotted them sitting
about here." It was hard to see the blond and her companion. The
table they were sitting at was at the extreme far left of the
picture, but from the reaction of his guests, there was no doubt
that they were the ones they had wanted to see. "She seems to be
a little put out at the moment... As you can see, she's resting
her head on the table..."
"Trying to summon the strength to do what she must." The
blue-haired girl nodded thoughtfully. "Her energy levels are low,
but there is an inner strength. It is very calm, but being fed by
a lot of negative thoughts."
"Her mind is addled by a drug. Partly. I don't think it
matters much, in her case." The Sentinel leaned forward in her
seat. "She is standing, now. Is it my imagination, or has the
panning of the camera slowed to keep up with her?"
"Uh, I'm not sure." The manager looked away, nervously. I
don't know what speed the eye pans across the room. Maybe it has
slowed down. Part of the glitches in the system, I suppose."
"Were not the glitches between the camera and the drive, or
on the drive itself?" The Sentinel rubbed her chin. "That is
something you should look into, Ami." She turned to her companion,
momentarily. "I really want to know if the problems are down to an
internal source. I'm beginning to think they weren't."
"What has this got to do with the speed the eye is panning
the main room?" The manager asked tentatively. The Sentinel
turned back to the monitor and ignored his question, so it was up
to Ami to explain.
""Ask youself this... Why would the camera WANT to show us
this girl and what she has done? Was she, for want of a better
term, 'controlling' the camera, even subconsciously."
"But that's madness." The manager shook his head. "Why
would she want to be seen, killing people. Killing your friend,
even. I mean, enough people know about you. Surely it would be
a BAD thing for you to see her, even if on little more than a
monitor like this."
"She's now reached the other side of the room, where Rei is
sitting." The Sentinel smiled. The girl with her blond hair tied
up in odango buns, wearing a short red jacket and cutoffs, had the
gun half out of her jacket, when a youth places his hand on her
shoulder. Then the picture starts to break up, and the youth goes
down. The picture stabilises just in time to show people falling
over themselves in panic, and the girl cap another man, slightly
older, who had been sitting nearby.
The picture glitched again as she did this. "I'm sorry, I
really am." The manager tried to apologise, but was waved off
dismissively by The Sentinel. At about this point, the black-
haired girl, who had been the blond's target, faces her nemesis.
The blond steps forward and pushes the muzzle of the gun into her
face. And then the picture went completely off the wall.
Ami staggered for a moment, clutching at her head. The
Sentinel didn't move, but she was concentrating, sweat appearing
on her forehead. "A mental wave." Ami whispered. "A lingering
mental wave. Even the afterimages carry the power."
"She's panicking. She doesn't know what is going on." The
Sentinel shivered. "Her fight or flight reflex has been triggered.
But she wants to do both. She LIKES to do both." She stood and
started to pace around the room. As she did so, the picture
returned to normal, showing the blond and her male contact fleeing
the scene, and Rei kneeling on the floor, holding her face. "Stop
it. I don't want to see any more." The manager obeyed her command
and switched off the monitor.
The Sentinel gripped Ami's arm andguided her towards the
door. As she opened it, she half-turned to the manager. "You will
say nothing of my appearance here. Not to anyone. This situation
is more grave than you can, perhaps, imagine."
All blood drained from the manager's face now. "Y... yes, my
honoured Sentinel." He placed a hand across his chest in a kind of
salute. "I am a child of Serenity. I shall not disobey the
commands of her chosen ones."
With that, Ami and the Sentinel left the office, and the
building altogether. Within seconds they were walking along a
fairly dark and poorly-lit tunnel, dripping with water, much like a
large sewer drain. Ami looked back at what appered to be a glowing
ring of violet fire, within which could be seen the door to the
office, then it vanished and they were cut off from that part of
the world.
"This cannot be good." Ami reached into the top pocket of
her business suit-like jacket, pulling out a pair of small, round,
rimless glasses, which she then put on, perched at the end of her
nose. The lenses glowed a soft blue for a moment, then back to
transparent.
"Nothing is good about this." The Sentinel fingered her
ornamental earpiece. "Nothing at all. I will have to visit this
girl myself."
"That would be dangerous..."
"I would send my spiritual proxy."
"All the same, that wouldn't be advisable. If she could do
that to a video surveillance system without thinking about it..."
"Thankyou, Ami, I do understand the risks I'm taking." The
Sentinel seemed to grow tired, holding herself for both warmth and
reassurance. "The Oracle has given me her permission. And she
wants your evaluation of the surveillance system. I take it there
was nothing wrong with it?"
"Not a thing." Ami's glasses flashed blue again. "The
glitches were caused by an external energy source, disrupting its
normal operation. At least, that's what I could see from my quick
view..."
The Sentinel sighed as they continued on along the tunnel.
"You know, I almost understand the feelings she has... Those
feelings of hers are like a sense of self-preservation gone out of
control. I feel she shall not be very easy to change."
Usagi threw the door to her apartment open... a small, two
room place to sleep, and little more. Mamoru followed his worrying
charge through the doorway, closing it softly behind him as Usagi
padded over to her bunk, allowing herself to fall face-first onto
the mattress. "Careful, you still have your gun in your..." Usagi
held up the .357, showing him it was no longer hidden in her
jacket. "Well, just as long as you know."
He took a look around the larger main room, like a
combination bedroom, lounge and kitchen, it was sparsely furnished,
with little more than the bunk, a table (on which lay vaious
paraphenalia for the .357, including ammunition and a spare) and a
small television in one corner of the room. And he could see all
this without turning on the lights. There were long windows on the
two sides that the apartment faced the street, and through them was
more than enough light to see. Being on the top floor of the
apartment building, she was about eye-level with the streetlights.
Just as an experiment, he switched on the light to the room.
Nothing happened. There wasn't even a globe in the socket.
Usagi turned her face to him and chuckled drily. "What did
you expect? That I'd have a light to signal to everyone when I'm
home?"
"I really don't know what to expect. I've only ever been
here during the day." He sighed, then crossed the room to her.
"You did as good as you could have, today. I just want you to know
that."
"It could have gone better." Usagi turned her face away from
him. "I let myself go again. I'm so bloody stupid. I wish people
would just go away and leave me alone."
"You're getting all self-absorbed again." He knelt down
beside the bunk. "We talked this over in the car. You've calmed
down, remember?"
"That's what they all say." Usagi let out a short,
humourless giggle, then lifted herself up onto all fours. "Just
leave me alone for a while. I'll be okay. Eventually."
"You're sure?"
"I'm tired, dammit."
"You're stoned. Dammit."
Usagi sighed and shook her head, then falling back onto the
bunk. "Just let me sleep."
She felt him place something on the bed, and she turned to
see what it was. A small cellphone, his spare. "Call me on that
if you need any help. Or company. Or anything, basically. My
number is in the bookmarks."
"Hate using cellphones." Usagi smiled. "They give you
cancer of the brain. If I'm going to get cancer of the brain, I
want to put it there, myself."
"Well, using this phone will certainly help you on your way."
Mamoru shrugged and he stood, stepping back towards the door.
Before opening it, he paused and turned back to her. "Oh, and
don't get any ideas about using your gun on yourself. I don't need
the mess that will leave."
"You're all heart, you know that, you little fucker."
"Yep. All heart. That's me." He smiled. "I'll be back
tomorrow afternoon. With any luck, I'll have info on the target's
whereabouts. Then you can finish what you started."
"Heh." Usagi turned away, staring at her .357 as she ran her
index finger over the trigger. Mamoru sighed and opened the door.
She was off with the birdies again. No point saying anything else.
As the door closed behind him, deadbolting itself in the
process, Usagi started to snore, fast asleep. A couple of minutes
later, a wraith-like figure entered the apartment, floating through
the windows. It lingered over Usagi's sleeping form, and...
To be continued. Or "bugger, is that all?" =^.^=
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au