Chocolate…
By Mitzi
Chapter Two
Hey y'all! Tis Mitzi here with chapitre deux du Le Chocolat. I think I said that
right…Anyhoo, as usual, thankies to all you who have reviewed this so far…I
hope you guys are all coming back for more!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and co. 'Nuff said.
* * *
Terror. That was the only word that could describe the horrible, doom-saying
feeling that ripped through both Andrew and Serena as they watched, horrified, as
Darien's lashes fluttered once, twice, then dropped to completely cover his eyes
as his body slackened and he slid to the floor. Silence reigned, as a few seconds
ticked past. Then the world exploded in flashing color, straining sounds, and
panicked voices. For Serena, it was if the world had slowed, to an almost-
standstill. Darien, pale on the floor; Andrew, frightened and frenzied, whirling to
find a way to help's door. From then on, as the world turned faster and faster, it
was all confusion.
Serena sat, quiet for once with golden head bowed, in the slightly darkened room.
Silence once again ruled, in this clean, pristine hospital, with its cold walls and
colder eyes. Her lovely, rich blue eyes shimmered as they filled up with unhappy
tears. The girl glanced towards the shape on the bed, her lower lip shuddering
dangerously. Her eyes squeezed shut as she painfully remembered.
Sounds.
The whining of the stretcher's wheels as the paramedics had jogged in, wheeliong
it carefully before him. Andrew's voice, shakily rattling off his ailing friend's
important information. She remembered how she couldn't move as she watched,
eyes wide with fear and guilt, as a limp body was gently lifted from floor to table-
on wheels.
Sights.
The flashing lights of the machines that carefully measured and re-measured the
vital signs of a sickly teen. The convulsive, quick heaving of a broad chest as
glazed eyes had opened briefly. The door swinging shut, with a metallic clang, as
the gurney and boy had disappeared from sight, surrounded by white-coated
saviors.
Feelings.
Terror.
Fear.
Dread.
Guilt.
Her dark lashes blackened slightly as tears slipped out from under tightly closed
eyelids. She knew what they thought. From the icy glances to the chills she felt
as she walked by anyone, she knew. They thought she'd done it on purpose, an
insane act of vengeance on an annoying teenaged boy. She knew it, Andrew
knew it, everyone knew it. Serena raised a little hand to her eyes, to wipe quickly
the dripping liquid. She sniffled once, wishing she had a tissue, wishing she had
anything! if it could make just something right.
Sounds.
The ticking of a clock as the minutes passed by, as her emotions mounted and her
mental self-ravaging continued. The shallow breathing of the boy on the bed, the
beeping of the life-monitors.
True, she had wanted to get back at Darien, but never like this! She had never
meant to hurt him, to cause him physical injury. She'd just wanted to teach him a
lesson…
Sights.
The slow movements of the dark clouds in the sky, bringing rain as a final touch
to the horrible day. The feverish tossing and turning of Darien, as his body
struggled to survive.
The tears fell soft and wet on her clasped hands, dampening her skirt in the
process. Her liquid eyes lifted slowly to see what she had done, in a fit of
justifiable but foolish anger.
Feelings.
Fear.
Anguish.
Love.
She knew she'd never have done it if his taunts hadn't bothered her so much. She
knew his teasing shouldn't have bothered her. She knew they could never
work…but none of it mattered. Serena had somehow, somewhere along the road,
fallen hopelessly, desperately, in love- with a man who now lay deathly ill on a
hospital bed, felled by her own hand. Her hands came up to cradle her face as she
wept freely, shoulders gently shaking with her sobs.
* * *
Well, that's it for chapter two. I think I might take a break from this story for a
while, and see if I can't pull Chapter Three's for Bittersweet Symphony and
Unwrapping Christmas outta my hat. Vive le chocolat!
Mitzi
By Mitzi
Chapter Two
Hey y'all! Tis Mitzi here with chapitre deux du Le Chocolat. I think I said that
right…Anyhoo, as usual, thankies to all you who have reviewed this so far…I
hope you guys are all coming back for more!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and co. 'Nuff said.
* * *
Terror. That was the only word that could describe the horrible, doom-saying
feeling that ripped through both Andrew and Serena as they watched, horrified, as
Darien's lashes fluttered once, twice, then dropped to completely cover his eyes
as his body slackened and he slid to the floor. Silence reigned, as a few seconds
ticked past. Then the world exploded in flashing color, straining sounds, and
panicked voices. For Serena, it was if the world had slowed, to an almost-
standstill. Darien, pale on the floor; Andrew, frightened and frenzied, whirling to
find a way to help's door. From then on, as the world turned faster and faster, it
was all confusion.
Serena sat, quiet for once with golden head bowed, in the slightly darkened room.
Silence once again ruled, in this clean, pristine hospital, with its cold walls and
colder eyes. Her lovely, rich blue eyes shimmered as they filled up with unhappy
tears. The girl glanced towards the shape on the bed, her lower lip shuddering
dangerously. Her eyes squeezed shut as she painfully remembered.
Sounds.
The whining of the stretcher's wheels as the paramedics had jogged in, wheeliong
it carefully before him. Andrew's voice, shakily rattling off his ailing friend's
important information. She remembered how she couldn't move as she watched,
eyes wide with fear and guilt, as a limp body was gently lifted from floor to table-
on wheels.
Sights.
The flashing lights of the machines that carefully measured and re-measured the
vital signs of a sickly teen. The convulsive, quick heaving of a broad chest as
glazed eyes had opened briefly. The door swinging shut, with a metallic clang, as
the gurney and boy had disappeared from sight, surrounded by white-coated
saviors.
Feelings.
Terror.
Fear.
Dread.
Guilt.
Her dark lashes blackened slightly as tears slipped out from under tightly closed
eyelids. She knew what they thought. From the icy glances to the chills she felt
as she walked by anyone, she knew. They thought she'd done it on purpose, an
insane act of vengeance on an annoying teenaged boy. She knew it, Andrew
knew it, everyone knew it. Serena raised a little hand to her eyes, to wipe quickly
the dripping liquid. She sniffled once, wishing she had a tissue, wishing she had
anything! if it could make just something right.
Sounds.
The ticking of a clock as the minutes passed by, as her emotions mounted and her
mental self-ravaging continued. The shallow breathing of the boy on the bed, the
beeping of the life-monitors.
True, she had wanted to get back at Darien, but never like this! She had never
meant to hurt him, to cause him physical injury. She'd just wanted to teach him a
lesson…
Sights.
The slow movements of the dark clouds in the sky, bringing rain as a final touch
to the horrible day. The feverish tossing and turning of Darien, as his body
struggled to survive.
The tears fell soft and wet on her clasped hands, dampening her skirt in the
process. Her liquid eyes lifted slowly to see what she had done, in a fit of
justifiable but foolish anger.
Feelings.
Fear.
Anguish.
Love.
She knew she'd never have done it if his taunts hadn't bothered her so much. She
knew his teasing shouldn't have bothered her. She knew they could never
work…but none of it mattered. Serena had somehow, somewhere along the road,
fallen hopelessly, desperately, in love- with a man who now lay deathly ill on a
hospital bed, felled by her own hand. Her hands came up to cradle her face as she
wept freely, shoulders gently shaking with her sobs.
* * *
Well, that's it for chapter two. I think I might take a break from this story for a
while, and see if I can't pull Chapter Three's for Bittersweet Symphony and
Unwrapping Christmas outta my hat. Vive le chocolat!
Mitzi
