London, the Future . . .
Gomez was crying.
He stood in front of a badly scarred grave marker. Bellow him lay the only friend he had ever known, the only man he had ever trusted, the only man he had ever loved.
"Rest in peace, Cornwallis", said Gomez.
Gomez took a deep breath and balled his hands into fists tightly till his knuckles turned white. His brutish hands accidentally crushed the poppies he had intended to leave on his beloved's grave.
"They took Hannah", spoke Gomez venomously.
Tears roared down his face once more. The bear of a man was on the verge of being brought to his knees by the sheer enormity of his own regret.
He remained silent for a full minute before he was able to compose himself enough to continue.
"When you died, I know I promised to protect her. I swore upon my life that not a single hair would be harmed on that little babes head", he spoke even as his voice became hoarse.
"She meant so much to me . . . I can't describe it. She was all that was left to remind me of you"
The old inspector stopped for a moment and stared deeply into the earth.
"But I'm not strong like you were. I knew it was selfish of me to try and raise her myself. She deserved better, you deserved better"
His hand lingered a moment on his revolver, oh how he wanted to see his old friend once again.
"I gave her to the man I hated more than any one else on this earth. A man more dangerous then Enigma, a man even monsters fear"
His voice then quieted to a whisper
"Who could get to her then, what could get to her then?"
That was the question. That was what Gomez wanted to know, what he needed to know.
The old inspector then remained silent to pay his respects to his old partner.
The clouds above the graveyard parted slightly and a ray of light came down upon a neighboring grave.
The grave read R.R. Murphy.
Gomez had no bloody idea who that was. But it looked awful symbolic and important nonetheless.
It was an inspiring symbol of hope, which said that although things might seem dark, in the end it'd be all right.
At least it would be if the light had fallen upon Cornwallis's grave instead. However that part of the graveyard remained cold and desolate.
"Figures", said Gomez to himself, "course I always did my best work in the dark any ways".
With that deep and thoughtful remark, the inspector left the graveyard.
Tokyo, the past . . .
"Alright", said the captive Inspector Mackenzie.
"We'll start with the basics"
He was the only one sitting up at this point. All of the inners plus sailor Saturn had decided to take a seat on the floor.
Meanwhile Neptune had decided to sit down at a nearby chair, while Uranus remained standing with her sword drawn.
Mr. Roach decided to glance over to each member of his collected audience before continuing his story.
If he had to guess, any one of them would be able to take him out on their own. As it was his best chance for survival was to keep them distracted.
He was actually pretty impressed that the one with blue hair continued to hold that scanning device on him even after she had sat down for story time.
"So basically in England there are wizards who live in an society separate from us normals", Said Roach.
Sailor Venus raised her hand that she was not using to hold her Venus love me chain.
"Questions will have to wait until the story is over", he said.
Sailor Venus reluctantly lowered her hand.
"As I was saying there is a society of wizards who live separate from us muggles. They also go to special wizarding schools where they learn magic and other useless stuff", said Roach.
His audience looked like they wanted to ask him several questions on the subject, but kept quite nonetheless.
"The headmaster of one of these wizarding schools was Albus Dumbledore, you've probably never even heard of him. Probably doesn't even matter really", he continued.
One or two of the Senshi were now holding back their questions with such effort that they looked like they had to go to the bathroom.
"Any ways one of his former students wanted me to track down his ghost and paid me a small fortune to do so. Then later on I ended up being attacked by Daemons", said Mr. Roach nonchalantly.
Sailor Venus looked like a constipated blowfish at the moment as she held back a tidal wave of queries through sheer force of will.
Mr. Roach then said, " Then I hopped into a portal, Myrtle ripped a whole in the fabric of reality, and I got beat up by a little girl", with the same speed as a infomercial for a pharmaceutical product going over its side effects.
Then Sailor Venus exploded (not literally, this time), " How come I never saw any wizards going around London when I lived there? What's the name of the wizarding school? Do you have to be wizard to go there or can eastern magic users go there too? Who is the name of the former student who hired you? Is he cute? Can I meet him? Do wizards have phone numbers? You were attacked by Daemons? Why did you end up in a girls bathroom?", said Venus in the verbal ejaculation equivalent of a Bukake.
Mr. Roach was stunned after being drenched in so many questions.
It was as tried to get his wits about him that Myrtle mentally asked, "Did you get that?".
Mr. Roach then accidentally yelled aloud, "No, I did not get that you cheeky wanker!", at a thunderous volume.
The silence that followed was truly stunning.
After a long and awkward interval of time, Sailor mercury looked at her hand held Mercury computer to see what it said.
"He is telling the truth. However I think we should keep him under custody until we know for certain he is not a threat", said Sailor Mercury.
Sailor Venus then yanked his chain.
"Where are we going to take him?", asked Sailor Mars.
"Wait, let me guess. The shrine", she said to answer her own question.
"I am afraid so", said Sailor moon.
"Fine", said sailor Mars.
"Well know that everything is dealt with. I guess we can just go now", said Sailor moon.
"Uhhh….", she began with to show her wisdom.
" Mars and Venus, you take him back to the shrine. Every one else is free to go", said Sailor moon.
The inners then got up and dusted off their uniforms while the outers got ready to leave once Saturn got up.
"Time to go then", said Minako after tugging on the chain a couple times.
"Yeah", said Sailor Mars.
'What did I do to deserve this?', thought Mr. Roach to himself.
"Well for starters . . .", began Myrtle within his head.
'Okay. Okay, I was just kidding. In know full well what I did to deserve this', admitted Roach.
Some times, Karma is a real bitch.
Japan, the past . . .
There are few things in the Galaxy stealthier than an unclothed post human killing machine diplomat who is trying their hardest not to be seen.
Luna was so close to actually succeeding at something for once. That is why she knew it was only a matter of time before everything went to shi-
"What are you doing?", asked Akane.
Luna's first heart started beating faster then a Galilean in close combat.
"Hello there", said the very nervous superhuman.
Akane Tendo had just stumbled across a short brunette girl covered in blood, ash, and nothing else.
Her mind was trying very desperately to formulate a response that did not involve hitting Ranma Saotome for being a pervert. It was trying, and failing.
"I'll just be going then", said Luna.
She then stalked off into the wilderness and continued her journey through the shadows.
Tokyo, the past . . .
There was a knock at the door.
"Oh no", said Hannah as she tumbled out of bed.
She quickly re oriented herself and ran to go answer the door.
Little did she know that the person on the other side had a key.
The resulting collision resulted in copious amounts of blood and two bodies tumbling over each other.
"Who are . . .", began Momaru Chiba before he gripped his stomach in pain.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I am so sorry!", squealed Hannah in embarrassment.
"Never mind", grunted Momaru angrily, "Just help me up".
Hannah quickly hopped to her feet and lent out her hand to pull him up.
As he reached out with one hand Hannah noticed some bloody bandages underneath his coat.
After pulling him up a tad too forcefully she hustled back into the apartment and headed straight for her pack.
As Momaru tried to regain his balance he noticed several loud noises emanating from the appartment.
No sooner had he stepped foot into the apartment then he was face to face with the chipper brunette girl.
"Now", she began with a smile, "Just lay down on that bed over there", she said with fake authority.
"I'll be the doctor, and you will be the patient", she said.
Momaru did not have time to respond as she dragged him into the bedroom and threw him onto the bed.
"No need to worry", she said serenely.
"I have done this at least a dozen times before", she said.
She then set down a medical kit and pulled out a large syringe.
"In case you want to ask me what my name is when you wake up", she said with a grin.
"Hannah, my name is Hannah" she said.
"And you", she purred happily, "can tell me your name when you recover".
It was at this time when Makoto and Usagi chose to enter the apartment.
Hannah's head spun around as she injected the pain killer into Momaru.
"Oh. Hello there Mrs. Kino" said Hannah.
Usagi's eyes flew open in terror, and then she began to scream.
Hannah's day just got a lot more complicated.
Poland, The Future . . .
This is the place.
This is the place where they all died. A bittersweet smile crawled its way up his face.
It was ever so kind of them to kill each other. You know what they say, the enemy of my enemy is my . . .
No! That kind of thinking would bring his old self back, his strong self back, the monster back.
For her sake he must keep the monster at bay. He had fought against it for sixteen years; he wouldn't let it win now.
The raven-haired man forced himself to focus. He had a lot of ground to cover and so little time.
His control slipped slightly as he moved freely once again. His body writhing like a snake as he forced his way through rubble. His eyes peered through the darkness and he sucked in the cold dank air.
There was where one man had been eaten. Over, a bit further was where another had lost their life. He still remembered the noises they made in their dying moments.
No, there was no point in remembering those things. Let the dead memories lie, and do what must be done.
It was just where he had left it. How convenient. The obsidian and enigmatic metal glimmered faintly even without a light source for it to reflect.
His old self valued little besides agony and revenge, oh how sweet that revenge had been. Now those were noises worth remembering.
No . . . he still had work to do. He stuffed the power cores in his pocket and left that accursed place behind.
He was playing with fire and he knew it. Under any other circumstances he never would have come here.
This was for his daughter.
Let the dead memories lie, and the bridges burn.
He was not that man any more.
He was something much, much worse.
Tokyo, the past . . .
She had to think on her feat now. Her patients every life depended on what she would do next. So she formulated a brilliant plan.
"It's not what it looks like!", she blurted out loud.
The screaming stopped, good.
"I was just helping your friend here settle down", she lied and made the situation even worse by turning to Momaru's unconscious body and saying, "isn't that right".
Her moving his head up and down did little to calm down Usagi.
Instead Usagi had gone into what appeared on the outside to be a state of shock.
"Oh. No, he's bleeding out", yelled Hannah.
She then set to work stitching up his wound with a look of determination on her face.
However Usagi did not hear the words she said.
All that she could see was her boyfriend covered in his own blood.
It all felt so familiar to her, yet so foreign at the same time.
This was only supposed to happen to her as sailor moon. She had no magic to attack the monster in front of her with.
So instead Usagi walked forward slowly, and started choking a bitch out.
First the left hand close around the back of her neck, then the right one.
The girl was so focused on finishing up the last stich that she didn't even notice, until it was too late.
"NO ONE TOUCHES MY BOYFRIEND", roared Usagi as Makoto tried to pull her off.
"This isn't you Usagi. Please, please stop", begged Makoto with tears in her eyes as she held her friend from behind.
Usagi's arms fell limp by her side.
It was over.