Author's Note: The next three drabbles tie in together so if this doesn't seem to make any sense now, read on!
Disclaimer: Still poor, so that means I don't own Sailor Moon.
47. Broken Glass
100 Words
The air was cold and bitter that night. He ran as hard as he could. She was pulling him closer towards her. Sailor Moon was fighting. She was losing. His chest burned. He pushed harder. His heart was pounding. He had to save her. He had no choice. Something stopped him and his searched frantically in response. His adrenaline was in overdrive by now. Where was she? Where were any of those damn Sailor Scouts? His eyes stopped on an array of blonde hair lying in a pile of broken glass. She wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing. She was alone.