DON'T (Part 7) by Sievert Dinar
Alternate Universe Fic
Rated R for Language
Disclaimer - Sailormoon. Not mine. Duh.
There was a photograph...
Tucked under a couple of skirts...
Skirts belonging to a child...
Many years younger than their owner.
On the photograph...
A young couple, with their children...
An ordinary-looking couple...
Now long aince dead.
In the courtyard...
Usagi stared at the woman. "You ain't no mother of mine,
bitch. What are you, some kind of obsessed psycho, wanting to be
like me?" She snorted with derision and turned back to the
sculpture behind her, feeling like she really wanted to smash
something, even if it was every bone in her fist.
She lifted said fist in the air, fully intending to pound
the powder out of the sculpture, when she felt the woman grab her
arm and twist it behind her back. "Owwwww!" Usagi bawled.
"You're hurting me!"
"I should think so, too." The woman dragged Usagi away from
the sculpture and threw her back onto the pillows, where Usagi had
first found herself in the courtyard. "Didn't anyone tell you to
respect the property of your respective hosts?"
"Fucking WHORE!" Usagi spat as she turned to face the woman.
"I'll fucking kill you for that." She reached forward, desperately
wanting her .357 to appear. Nothing happened. She looked at her
hand, snarling with frustration.
"Annoying, isn't it, when things don't go your way." The
woman smiled passively. "I know that all too well."
Mamoru allowed the car to roll into the street where Usagi's
apartment building was located. After the excitement that was the
drive there, the street was quiet and deserted. Multi-storey
buildings, mostly apartments like Usagi's, lined both sides of the
street, making it feel enclosed, and the rain that had passed
through earlier that night had given the street an unnatural sheen.
It made Mamoru feel nervous, though Motoki was the one to voice the
feeling.
"Man, how can she live in such a creepy part of the world?"
"It's not usually like this." Mamoru gripped the steering
wheel as the car rolled to a stop some twenty feet down the way
from the entrance to Usagi's apartment building. He shut the car
off and listened. "Damn quiet."
"I don't like this." Motoki swallowed.
"And you're the one who said there was nothing wrong."
Mamoru opened his door and stood from the car, pausing and sniffing
the air. "Strange smell to everything." He looked back at Motoki.
"Kinda like must."
"Its just rained, what do you expect?" Motoki didn't show
any signs of getting out of the car. "Bloody go check on her, then
lets get the hell outta here. I don't like this at all."
"You've said that, already." Mamoru stepped back to shut his
door, when he noticed something floating around the corner. At
first he thought it might be smoke, considering how quickly it was
moving. There was little breeze, however.
It was a mist, thick and billowing, like a cloud that had
strayed too low. The mist wallowed into the street, filling it up
like a wall. Mamoru got back into the car, slamming his door
behind him.
"This is too much." Motoki was clutching the dashboard,
trying to get a good look at the mist as it rolled towards the car.
Mamoru refired the engine and shifted into reverse, tromping it.
Motoki face was almost buried in the dashboard as the car skidded
back towards the next intersection. And there they saw a mist,
exactly like the first, blocking their exit, closing in on them.
Not caring what happened next, Mamoru spun the car to face
the mist, winding up his window, as Motoki fell back into his seat,
clutching his nose. "I don't know what this is." Mamoru clenched
his teeth. "But I'm going to make a run through it."
"You don't have a choice." Motoki looked back to where the
first mist front was rolling on towards them.
"Hold on." Mamoru selected first and put his foot down.
They couldn't remember what happened next.
"Who the fuck are you?" Usagi demanded. "Where the hell am
I and what am I doing here?"
"I told you, I'm your mother."
"No you're fucking well not." Usagi stood from the pillows
and leered forward, as close to the woman's face as possible. "I
know who my mother is, and she's dead. A dried out corpse, lying
under some slab of stone in a forgotten part of the world. And I'm
glad she's dead, because it means she doesn't have to see me now."
"Yes." The woman smiled, sadly. "I'm sure she'd be glad of
that." She caught Usagi's hand before the full slap swing gained
momentum. "You really ARE a violent sort, you know that?" She
caught the other hand with similar ease, her hands crushing down on
Usagi's wrists. The girl clenched her teeth in pain.
"Bitch." She stamped on the woman's foot, making her let go,
then watched with satisfaction as the woman jumped around, holding
her foot.
"You know, in all my years of ruling the Moon Kingdom..."
The woman said, after sitting and blowing on her sore toes for
several seconds. "...I have NEVER had anyone stamp on my foot
before. Especially not my daughter."
"Yeah, whatever." Usagi rolled her fingers, trying to get
some feeling back. "Which asylum did you escape from?"
"You don't believe me, do you?" The woman sighed, then
pointed upwards. "Maybe that should convince you, then."
Usagi followed her directions, and the woman watched as her
face passed through a full range of emotions. She resigned herself
to the possibility that this girl was quite possibly insane. She
certainly wasn't operating on the full cylinder bank up top. And
of that she was massively disappointed, and quite upset. She had
hoped for so much more from her daughter.
"What the FUCK is THAT?" Usagi's face twisted in lopsided
confusion. "That ain't the moon." She pointed at the large blue-
grey globe in the dark sky above. "Is that supposed to be some
kinda joke?"
"That is exactly what it appears to be, my child." The woman
smiled, getting back to her feet. "That is the Earth. And you,
even though you'll probably try to deny it, are on the moon." She
paused. "Or a facsimile of such. It is rather complicated."
"Pull the other one." Usagi almost laughed. "This is shit,
you know that." And then she finally looked down at herself and
what she was wearing. "What the hell is this?" She took one more
look around at her surroundings, then fell back onto the pillows,
sitting herself cross-legged. "This sucks."
"Sucks? Sucks what?" The woman looked confused for a
moment. "I do not understand the use of the word 'suck' in this
context."
"Oh yeah, you're gone. Well and truly wicker basket."
The woman allowed a quiet moment to pass, giving Usagi time
to sulk and, thus, settle down, before continuing. "I don't mean
to upset you when I tell you that I'm your mother." She paused.
"I mean, you don't have to believe me. That's not really the
point. But I had to bring you here. I had no choice in the
matter. I was summoned to do so."
"Fuck off." Usagi rolled onto her side and stared at her
hand, as if the .357 might make a sudden and unexpected appearance.
The woman seemed more than a little shaken by this, and her voice
cracked with emotion as she continued.
"I had to stop you killing people."
"It's my job. I do it because I'm good at it." Usagi
smiled. "And because nobody deserves to live."
"Not that. I'm not going to get into an argument with you
over your callous regard for human life, or life in general. I'm
talking about what you were doing to the city with your subconcious
state of mind." Usagi didn't seem to have anything to say to that,
so she continued. "A crystal was placed within your mind, one that
shall keep you and your desires under control. That crystal shone
a light on the darkest recesses of your spirit, and you didn't like
it very much."
"No shit." Usagi sneered. "It's my mind. I don't like
having anything peeking around in there."
"No longer."
Usagi turned back to the woman. "What do you mean, 'no
longer'?" She sat up. "My mind belongs to me. I'm not just a
thing to be used."
"It's too late. The crystal is now within you, and your
subconcious didn't like it all."
"It's not too fucking late." The woman watched as Usagi
tensed up again, her face twisting with that deep well of hate.
"Get that fucking thing out of me!"
"I can't."
"What the fuck do you mean you can't? Get it out of me!
GET IT OUT OF MEEEEEEEE!" Usagi reached up and started banging
the sides of her head. "GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!"
The woman stepped over to Usagi, kneeled down and placed her
arms around her. Usagi felt all her rage disappear, and that made
her angrier than ever.
"What are you trying to do to me?" Usagi swallowed, wanting
to thrash out and kill the woman, but finding herself without the
emotional energy to do so?
"Save you." The woman whispered. "From yourself, and from
those who made you the way you are." Usagi looked at the woman's
face, so close to her own. The face was full of sadness, love
and... It made her ANGRIER. How dare the woman feel so muc FOR
her. Feeling like that, for anyone, was blackmail for Usagi. She
killed the last person who felt for her that much.
Killed them so violently that the sense of betrayal ripped
Usagi up within. She hated herself so much for days. Of course,
those were the early days, when she still had the ability to feel
sorry for what she did. Not anymore. Not anymore. But she kind
of missed those days, where she could hurt herself by burting
others. The pain felt so good. So good.
And she was feeling that now. She didn't know why, but she
was feeling that now. As if she knew everything the woman was
telling her was right. And she wanted to kill her for it, so she
could rip herself up within about it at her leisure. And then
forget about it. And the fact that she COULDN'T made her angry.
Angry as hell.
"Let go of me." Usagi put up her hands to push the woman
away. "I don't want you to touch me. Now let go of me." The
woman paused, then slowly lifted her arms away. The look on her
face made Usagi sneer with satisfaction 'I hurt you, bitch.' She
thought to herself. 'I hurt you and I didn't have to touch you'.
"You really DO think you're my mother, don't you?"
The woman nodded, slowly. "I am your spirit mother. Your
ORIGINAL mother, from a previous life. I am Serenity, and so are
you."
"I wish." Usagi snorted, then fell back onto her side.
"Serenity... What a shitty name. Completely fake." She lay
silently for a while. "I don't want to be here. I want to go
back."
"There is only one way you can go back." The older Serenity
said as she looked away, into the middle distance. "And that means
waiting a little while."
"I hate waiting."
"There isn't a lot that you don't hate, is there?"
"Shit, yeah. I hate everything. I hate other people, I hate
life, or anything that lives. I hate the universe in general.
Well, you should, since the universe hates you with every fibre of
its being." Usagi chuckled, as if this were some kind of original
remark.
"The universe is a dark and strange place, yes, but it
doesn't think about you, one way or another." Serenity sat down,
hoping her daughter's suddenly contemplative mood would continue.
"Is there any reason why you feel such hate towards anything and
everything?"
"Lots of reasons."
"And they would be?"
Usagi said nothing for a while, then moved about on the
pillows, staring at Serenity with an arm over her forehead. "Too
fucking painful for me to remember is what they would be. And what
good would it do for me to tell you? What would you do with this
information?"
"What can I do?" Serenity gestured around. "I cannot leave
this place. I cannot spread the information around. I can only
listen." A half-hearted smile came to her face. "And we have
plenty of time. How can it hurt?"
"You'd be surprised..." Usagi swallowed. "...How much
telling others about yourself can damage you."
Usagi opened her eyes, to face walls of green.
Not just any green, but that pale duck-egg green that they
used to use on the inner walls of public buildings, like the inside
of the bathrooms at school. She hated school. She burnt down the
last school she attended, with her teacher and the principal
inside.
The walls of green surrounded her rather closely, and
continued right up onto the ceiling, where there was a single bar
light, its pale whiteness accentuating the green.
The room smelt of damp must. She didn't mind the smell, as
she had spent large periods of her life in places that were struck
by rising damp, but it made her wonder all the more where the hell
she was. And she hated not knowing where she was.
She was lying on a small bunk, still in the same clothes
she'd been wearing when she had fallen asleep, back in her
apartment, sans shoes. Those were sitting beside the bed, neatly
lined up one beside the other. She never lined her shoes up, and
certainly not beside the bed. She always let them lay where she'd
thrown them.
The bunk was not uncomfortable, with a soft, thick mattress,
pillow and dark blanket, and she was tempted to continue lying
there until something happened when she heard a soft cough, from
within the room.
She'd not noticed the darkly dressed figure, sitting cross-
legged in the chair. That would have required craning her head
back and probably given away the fact that she was awake to
whomever it was that was now holding her. If they were, in fact,
actually holding her against her will.
The figure was rather small. Certainly smaller than she was,
and had medium-length black hair. She looked like a junior high
school kid. She wore a long black skirt, more like a tube, which
was stretched around her crossed legs, which ended with big black
boots, much like Usagi's own. She wore a black blouse under an
equally black jacket. The girl obviously was of the opinion that
black never went out of fashion.
Her eyes were partly closed, and unseeing, as if she were
meditating, or stoned, Usagi was never sure there was a division
between the two. On top of this, she was fingering a golden
earpiece around her left ear, within which was a slightly glowing
violet jewel. Usagi knew who she was. She'd been told who she
was.
"Would you mind explaining to me where I am?" Usagi's voice
was so soft as to be almost imperceptible, even within the total
silence that filled the room. The girl opened her eyes fully, but
didn't stop her stroking of the earpiece.
"You're in a room a short distance from your apartment and an
equally short distance underneath the streets of the city." The
girl answered, honestly. "I take it you know who I am?"
"Yes." Usagi sat up. "Yes, I've been told. And I don't
like it. I don't like it at all."
"You don't have to like it." The Sentinel replied. "Just as
long as you don't try to kill me, the world will still be here
tomorrow."
"And what if I DO try?"
"That's your choice." The Sentinel shrugged. "Everything is
your own choice." Usagi slowly shook her head and pointed to her
temple.
"That wasn't my choice, and never will be." She turned and
faced the Sentinel, her face dark. "And I don't care who you are
or who I am... You try any more of that crap on me and I'll kill
you all, or kill myself." She paused to underline her words.
"That... is called choice. True choice. You should try it
sometime."
The Sentinel was quiet for a few moments, then shook her
head. "I tried that." She smiled. "I tried that and I ended up
killing lots of people, for no reason. And so could you. You see,
you're free to choose what you want to do, just as long as you
don't take away that choice from others. And I mean to make sure
you never do."
To be continued. Or "bugger, is that all?" =^.^=
Sievert Anathea Dienar is the name, sievertd@start.com.au is the
email. Be careful... I bite. *growl* See. I'm mean nasty and
vicious.
Alternate Universe Fic
Rated R for Language
Disclaimer - Sailormoon. Not mine. Duh.
There was a photograph...
Tucked under a couple of skirts...
Skirts belonging to a child...
Many years younger than their owner.
On the photograph...
A young couple, with their children...
An ordinary-looking couple...
Now long aince dead.
In the courtyard...
Usagi stared at the woman. "You ain't no mother of mine,
bitch. What are you, some kind of obsessed psycho, wanting to be
like me?" She snorted with derision and turned back to the
sculpture behind her, feeling like she really wanted to smash
something, even if it was every bone in her fist.
She lifted said fist in the air, fully intending to pound
the powder out of the sculpture, when she felt the woman grab her
arm and twist it behind her back. "Owwwww!" Usagi bawled.
"You're hurting me!"
"I should think so, too." The woman dragged Usagi away from
the sculpture and threw her back onto the pillows, where Usagi had
first found herself in the courtyard. "Didn't anyone tell you to
respect the property of your respective hosts?"
"Fucking WHORE!" Usagi spat as she turned to face the woman.
"I'll fucking kill you for that." She reached forward, desperately
wanting her .357 to appear. Nothing happened. She looked at her
hand, snarling with frustration.
"Annoying, isn't it, when things don't go your way." The
woman smiled passively. "I know that all too well."
Mamoru allowed the car to roll into the street where Usagi's
apartment building was located. After the excitement that was the
drive there, the street was quiet and deserted. Multi-storey
buildings, mostly apartments like Usagi's, lined both sides of the
street, making it feel enclosed, and the rain that had passed
through earlier that night had given the street an unnatural sheen.
It made Mamoru feel nervous, though Motoki was the one to voice the
feeling.
"Man, how can she live in such a creepy part of the world?"
"It's not usually like this." Mamoru gripped the steering
wheel as the car rolled to a stop some twenty feet down the way
from the entrance to Usagi's apartment building. He shut the car
off and listened. "Damn quiet."
"I don't like this." Motoki swallowed.
"And you're the one who said there was nothing wrong."
Mamoru opened his door and stood from the car, pausing and sniffing
the air. "Strange smell to everything." He looked back at Motoki.
"Kinda like must."
"Its just rained, what do you expect?" Motoki didn't show
any signs of getting out of the car. "Bloody go check on her, then
lets get the hell outta here. I don't like this at all."
"You've said that, already." Mamoru stepped back to shut his
door, when he noticed something floating around the corner. At
first he thought it might be smoke, considering how quickly it was
moving. There was little breeze, however.
It was a mist, thick and billowing, like a cloud that had
strayed too low. The mist wallowed into the street, filling it up
like a wall. Mamoru got back into the car, slamming his door
behind him.
"This is too much." Motoki was clutching the dashboard,
trying to get a good look at the mist as it rolled towards the car.
Mamoru refired the engine and shifted into reverse, tromping it.
Motoki face was almost buried in the dashboard as the car skidded
back towards the next intersection. And there they saw a mist,
exactly like the first, blocking their exit, closing in on them.
Not caring what happened next, Mamoru spun the car to face
the mist, winding up his window, as Motoki fell back into his seat,
clutching his nose. "I don't know what this is." Mamoru clenched
his teeth. "But I'm going to make a run through it."
"You don't have a choice." Motoki looked back to where the
first mist front was rolling on towards them.
"Hold on." Mamoru selected first and put his foot down.
They couldn't remember what happened next.
"Who the fuck are you?" Usagi demanded. "Where the hell am
I and what am I doing here?"
"I told you, I'm your mother."
"No you're fucking well not." Usagi stood from the pillows
and leered forward, as close to the woman's face as possible. "I
know who my mother is, and she's dead. A dried out corpse, lying
under some slab of stone in a forgotten part of the world. And I'm
glad she's dead, because it means she doesn't have to see me now."
"Yes." The woman smiled, sadly. "I'm sure she'd be glad of
that." She caught Usagi's hand before the full slap swing gained
momentum. "You really ARE a violent sort, you know that?" She
caught the other hand with similar ease, her hands crushing down on
Usagi's wrists. The girl clenched her teeth in pain.
"Bitch." She stamped on the woman's foot, making her let go,
then watched with satisfaction as the woman jumped around, holding
her foot.
"You know, in all my years of ruling the Moon Kingdom..."
The woman said, after sitting and blowing on her sore toes for
several seconds. "...I have NEVER had anyone stamp on my foot
before. Especially not my daughter."
"Yeah, whatever." Usagi rolled her fingers, trying to get
some feeling back. "Which asylum did you escape from?"
"You don't believe me, do you?" The woman sighed, then
pointed upwards. "Maybe that should convince you, then."
Usagi followed her directions, and the woman watched as her
face passed through a full range of emotions. She resigned herself
to the possibility that this girl was quite possibly insane. She
certainly wasn't operating on the full cylinder bank up top. And
of that she was massively disappointed, and quite upset. She had
hoped for so much more from her daughter.
"What the FUCK is THAT?" Usagi's face twisted in lopsided
confusion. "That ain't the moon." She pointed at the large blue-
grey globe in the dark sky above. "Is that supposed to be some
kinda joke?"
"That is exactly what it appears to be, my child." The woman
smiled, getting back to her feet. "That is the Earth. And you,
even though you'll probably try to deny it, are on the moon." She
paused. "Or a facsimile of such. It is rather complicated."
"Pull the other one." Usagi almost laughed. "This is shit,
you know that." And then she finally looked down at herself and
what she was wearing. "What the hell is this?" She took one more
look around at her surroundings, then fell back onto the pillows,
sitting herself cross-legged. "This sucks."
"Sucks? Sucks what?" The woman looked confused for a
moment. "I do not understand the use of the word 'suck' in this
context."
"Oh yeah, you're gone. Well and truly wicker basket."
The woman allowed a quiet moment to pass, giving Usagi time
to sulk and, thus, settle down, before continuing. "I don't mean
to upset you when I tell you that I'm your mother." She paused.
"I mean, you don't have to believe me. That's not really the
point. But I had to bring you here. I had no choice in the
matter. I was summoned to do so."
"Fuck off." Usagi rolled onto her side and stared at her
hand, as if the .357 might make a sudden and unexpected appearance.
The woman seemed more than a little shaken by this, and her voice
cracked with emotion as she continued.
"I had to stop you killing people."
"It's my job. I do it because I'm good at it." Usagi
smiled. "And because nobody deserves to live."
"Not that. I'm not going to get into an argument with you
over your callous regard for human life, or life in general. I'm
talking about what you were doing to the city with your subconcious
state of mind." Usagi didn't seem to have anything to say to that,
so she continued. "A crystal was placed within your mind, one that
shall keep you and your desires under control. That crystal shone
a light on the darkest recesses of your spirit, and you didn't like
it very much."
"No shit." Usagi sneered. "It's my mind. I don't like
having anything peeking around in there."
"No longer."
Usagi turned back to the woman. "What do you mean, 'no
longer'?" She sat up. "My mind belongs to me. I'm not just a
thing to be used."
"It's too late. The crystal is now within you, and your
subconcious didn't like it all."
"It's not too fucking late." The woman watched as Usagi
tensed up again, her face twisting with that deep well of hate.
"Get that fucking thing out of me!"
"I can't."
"What the fuck do you mean you can't? Get it out of me!
GET IT OUT OF MEEEEEEEE!" Usagi reached up and started banging
the sides of her head. "GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!"
The woman stepped over to Usagi, kneeled down and placed her
arms around her. Usagi felt all her rage disappear, and that made
her angrier than ever.
"What are you trying to do to me?" Usagi swallowed, wanting
to thrash out and kill the woman, but finding herself without the
emotional energy to do so?
"Save you." The woman whispered. "From yourself, and from
those who made you the way you are." Usagi looked at the woman's
face, so close to her own. The face was full of sadness, love
and... It made her ANGRIER. How dare the woman feel so muc FOR
her. Feeling like that, for anyone, was blackmail for Usagi. She
killed the last person who felt for her that much.
Killed them so violently that the sense of betrayal ripped
Usagi up within. She hated herself so much for days. Of course,
those were the early days, when she still had the ability to feel
sorry for what she did. Not anymore. Not anymore. But she kind
of missed those days, where she could hurt herself by burting
others. The pain felt so good. So good.
And she was feeling that now. She didn't know why, but she
was feeling that now. As if she knew everything the woman was
telling her was right. And she wanted to kill her for it, so she
could rip herself up within about it at her leisure. And then
forget about it. And the fact that she COULDN'T made her angry.
Angry as hell.
"Let go of me." Usagi put up her hands to push the woman
away. "I don't want you to touch me. Now let go of me." The
woman paused, then slowly lifted her arms away. The look on her
face made Usagi sneer with satisfaction 'I hurt you, bitch.' She
thought to herself. 'I hurt you and I didn't have to touch you'.
"You really DO think you're my mother, don't you?"
The woman nodded, slowly. "I am your spirit mother. Your
ORIGINAL mother, from a previous life. I am Serenity, and so are
you."
"I wish." Usagi snorted, then fell back onto her side.
"Serenity... What a shitty name. Completely fake." She lay
silently for a while. "I don't want to be here. I want to go
back."
"There is only one way you can go back." The older Serenity
said as she looked away, into the middle distance. "And that means
waiting a little while."
"I hate waiting."
"There isn't a lot that you don't hate, is there?"
"Shit, yeah. I hate everything. I hate other people, I hate
life, or anything that lives. I hate the universe in general.
Well, you should, since the universe hates you with every fibre of
its being." Usagi chuckled, as if this were some kind of original
remark.
"The universe is a dark and strange place, yes, but it
doesn't think about you, one way or another." Serenity sat down,
hoping her daughter's suddenly contemplative mood would continue.
"Is there any reason why you feel such hate towards anything and
everything?"
"Lots of reasons."
"And they would be?"
Usagi said nothing for a while, then moved about on the
pillows, staring at Serenity with an arm over her forehead. "Too
fucking painful for me to remember is what they would be. And what
good would it do for me to tell you? What would you do with this
information?"
"What can I do?" Serenity gestured around. "I cannot leave
this place. I cannot spread the information around. I can only
listen." A half-hearted smile came to her face. "And we have
plenty of time. How can it hurt?"
"You'd be surprised..." Usagi swallowed. "...How much
telling others about yourself can damage you."
Usagi opened her eyes, to face walls of green.
Not just any green, but that pale duck-egg green that they
used to use on the inner walls of public buildings, like the inside
of the bathrooms at school. She hated school. She burnt down the
last school she attended, with her teacher and the principal
inside.
The walls of green surrounded her rather closely, and
continued right up onto the ceiling, where there was a single bar
light, its pale whiteness accentuating the green.
The room smelt of damp must. She didn't mind the smell, as
she had spent large periods of her life in places that were struck
by rising damp, but it made her wonder all the more where the hell
she was. And she hated not knowing where she was.
She was lying on a small bunk, still in the same clothes
she'd been wearing when she had fallen asleep, back in her
apartment, sans shoes. Those were sitting beside the bed, neatly
lined up one beside the other. She never lined her shoes up, and
certainly not beside the bed. She always let them lay where she'd
thrown them.
The bunk was not uncomfortable, with a soft, thick mattress,
pillow and dark blanket, and she was tempted to continue lying
there until something happened when she heard a soft cough, from
within the room.
She'd not noticed the darkly dressed figure, sitting cross-
legged in the chair. That would have required craning her head
back and probably given away the fact that she was awake to
whomever it was that was now holding her. If they were, in fact,
actually holding her against her will.
The figure was rather small. Certainly smaller than she was,
and had medium-length black hair. She looked like a junior high
school kid. She wore a long black skirt, more like a tube, which
was stretched around her crossed legs, which ended with big black
boots, much like Usagi's own. She wore a black blouse under an
equally black jacket. The girl obviously was of the opinion that
black never went out of fashion.
Her eyes were partly closed, and unseeing, as if she were
meditating, or stoned, Usagi was never sure there was a division
between the two. On top of this, she was fingering a golden
earpiece around her left ear, within which was a slightly glowing
violet jewel. Usagi knew who she was. She'd been told who she
was.
"Would you mind explaining to me where I am?" Usagi's voice
was so soft as to be almost imperceptible, even within the total
silence that filled the room. The girl opened her eyes fully, but
didn't stop her stroking of the earpiece.
"You're in a room a short distance from your apartment and an
equally short distance underneath the streets of the city." The
girl answered, honestly. "I take it you know who I am?"
"Yes." Usagi sat up. "Yes, I've been told. And I don't
like it. I don't like it at all."
"You don't have to like it." The Sentinel replied. "Just as
long as you don't try to kill me, the world will still be here
tomorrow."
"And what if I DO try?"
"That's your choice." The Sentinel shrugged. "Everything is
your own choice." Usagi slowly shook her head and pointed to her
temple.
"That wasn't my choice, and never will be." She turned and
faced the Sentinel, her face dark. "And I don't care who you are
or who I am... You try any more of that crap on me and I'll kill
you all, or kill myself." She paused to underline her words.
"That... is called choice. True choice. You should try it
sometime."
The Sentinel was quiet for a few moments, then shook her
head. "I tried that." She smiled. "I tried that and I ended up
killing lots of people, for no reason. And so could you. You see,
you're free to choose what you want to do, just as long as you
don't take away that choice from others. And I mean to make sure
you never do."
To be continued. Or "bugger, is that all?" =^.^=
Sievert Anathea Dienar is the name, sievertd@start.com.au is the
email. Be careful... I bite. *growl* See. I'm mean nasty and
vicious.