The panicked, lonely cat dashed towards the point of interest in hopes of finding a fallen sailor soldier, merely injured by herself and noone else. Selina couldn't hear anything as she neared her location. Was this a bad thing?
A familiar laugh echoed from a nearby alleyway. Selina furrowed her brow in curiosity. But, will curiosity kill the cat? She took leaps and bounds and peered downwards, seeing scattered food. She ran along to where the laugh had originated and saw a few pieces of ripped purple cloth... Instantly she recognised that shade of purple...
Could it be? Has Saturn been... Her thought trailed off as she heard that laugh again.
More food had been spread on the floor. Along with a few drips of thick, red blood. That of a human... As she followed the drops, they were a brighter shade of red, it was fresher. The victim was nearer. Selina could now hear a body being dragged along the rough ground. As she started to speed up, so did the attacker.
Crap! The heels on these shoes must be giving me away, but I can't take them off, with this murky floor.
Until suddenly, it stopped. Selina checked each possible escape, but nothing. As if, they had just disappeared into thin air or devoured by the ground!
All alone... Again...
Selina sighed and slouched back to her apartment. Her newly-found world was already crumbling around her, in front of her very own eyes. Like a form of torture...
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Hotaru woke to the sound of loud yet weak groaning. She was now in her civilian form, with her henshin stick gone! Her eyesight blurred from taking a lethal blow to the back of her head. She just managed to raise her arms and heal the wound on her head, still possessing her mystical powers after being re-awoken as Sailor Saturn. She lifted her previously limp body up off the hard ground, which was lightly dusted in hay. Noticing a muscular figure in front of her, she wondered over.
Still cautious she only freed it's mouth. Instantly it gasped in a deep manner, it was a man.
He briefly spoke, "Please, you must escape... If not you will be putting yourself in harm's way. Leave me be! Come back and save me later. But, only if you get the chance..."
Before Hotaru could speak she was interrupted by the man again, "You must go NOW!"
She nodded her head obediently and clambered out through the window. Only to find herself deep in the Steel Mill. She gingerly trod and kept an eye out for guards. Carefully, she hid behind a gas canister. And sent telepathic signals through to Selina. Whether she would receive them or not was unknown.
Hotaru subsided in an abandoned building, which had not been used by Harley Quinn yet. In hopes of infiltrating the criminals from the inside.
If Selina gets those messages, she should be able to come and help me escape, possibly with that hostage! But what are the chances of a mere human having such an ability?
Her face filled with anguish and distress. She crawled over to the corner and curled herself in a feeble, little ball and clutched her knees, interlinking her arms to create a strong connection that wouldn't easily break. Her outer layer had finally broken. It was very rare for Hotaru to swell up. Her hair stuffed with hay and puffed up. She looked like a typical ship-wreck or apocalypse survivor. The stench of gun powder and rotting flesh overpowered her nostrils. She could feel her tough skin crawl at the thought of being a hostage at one point. Maybe she is one still?
She could hear those footsteps again. Great massive thuds and bells echoed...
She squeezed her legs tightly and cowered in the corner.
No, please not her again... I'm in a bad enough state as it is. I truly will let rip.
Hotaru prepped herself for the arrival of her new arch-nemesis. A tear trickled down her red cheek. Her black dress filthy with mud. It smelt of manure. She thought to herself if only the other Senshi were here. This fight would be over within minutes but she realised the harsh reality, it was her fight along with Selina, who strongly reminded her of Setsuna which saddened her further.
She was correct to fear the 'food drop'. Her eyes shone with deceit and a longing for revenge...
The broken door creaked open causing Hotaru to slightly flinch. Around the corner was Harley.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" Questioned Harley, hammer in hand.
Hotaru stood firm and strong, keeping her true emotions hidden. She was ridiculously vulnerable.
She elevated her body and stamped her foot on the ground. In doing so, two goons walked up to her. One placed an active gun under her chin and the other restricted her arms.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Bellowed Hotaru with clear distress in her voice.
Harley laughed back at her, "Why, we're just setting things, straight."
"Release me, NOW! Cried Hotaru, flailing her head in upset, tears streaming down her face.
"Seems we got you all upset? Where's your 'friend' now? Huh?"
Hotaru simply bowed her head in shame and continued to sob. Her throat now at gun point. She gasped for air.
"What a state!" Mused Harley at Hotaru's misfortune.
"You'll, never, ever win!" Sobbed Hotaru. She really did think that she should just give up now and leave it to Selina, she'd be reborn after all...
Harley laughed and circled Hotaru, looking her up and down. "What'll we do with such scum? Should we dispose of it now, whilst we have the opportunity? Or save it for later to possible... Blackmail the other bitch?"
Her troops agreed with the second idea, but first Harley wanted to set her hostage straight with some rules and cruel punishment, for the recent wrong-doings of Hotaru or rather the battered, captured Sailor Saturn.
