All is Gone: The Nightmare Massacre
Pan screamed. She bolted up, while her body automatically assumed
a defensive pose. She cast wild and frightened looks about, until the realization that it had only been a dream sunk in.
The thirteen-year-old sighed heavily and collapsed again into the
comfort of her bed, trying to shake the horrific images that had haunted
her sleep out of her mind. She took a sharp breath as she recalled the
warm, red dripping scythe. A shiver rolled down her sweaty body and her
uneasy stomach heaved. Pan would've vomited if had she had even the smallest morsel of food in her.
"'Tousan said that if you are frightened think about what is scaring you and an answer is bound to come up," the girl whispered to herself shakily. Though Pan did not really wish to ponder this, her father
had also said that dreams are often premonitions. The thought that this nightmare could come true was utterly numbing.
The dream had begun rather simply. Pan was walking through a dull gray haze. Her steps echoed off of unseen walls. The place was dark and chillingly cold. The air hung about like a thick blanket. "Where am I?" she whispered.
The whisper rang off the walls creating a dull drone that festered in the back of her mind. As the girl continued walking, the noise became louder. She looked about her, wondering where the sound could be coming from. It was getting stronger and it was as if many people were talking in their normal voices. Pan had always had trouble with restaurants and places of the like because her acute sayai-jin ears magnified the noise. At the moment, she cringed because the volume was where it was at a raucous eatery. She covered her ears and walked the other way, but it only continued to crescendo. The voices became yells. Pan ran, becoming frightened by the situation but every way she turned the sound became louder. The yells became screams. She slipped on the floor, and then cried out as the screams melded into shrieks, high and wild.
Pan had tears running down her cheeks as she clasped her ears in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the voices. It was to no avail, the shrieking resonated from inside her very body and shook her, chilled her, tossed her about on a stormy torture-sea of sound.
"Stop it! STOP IT!!!" she screamed through clenched teeth, her voice mingling with the billions of others.
Suddenly, there was silence. She crept up to her feet, her eyes
closed still, relishing the bliss. The girl realized that she was holding something in her hand, a staff of some sort. She leaned against it, smiling happily in the darkness of her closed eyes and quiet. Something dripped on her cheek. Annoyed, Pan wiped it off. After a few moments more came too and she opened her eyes and ran her hand across the wet cheek.
It was crimson.
She screamed and threw the staff she had been holding and was splattered with more blood as she did so. Pan calmed her self enough to examine more closely what she had wielded. Terror again rose in the back of her throat as she found it. A scythe covered with blood lay on the black floor, a red puddle fanning out around it.
Pan felt tears well up in her eyes and glanced up to relieve her self
of the horrific vision. What she then beheld was a far more disturbing
image.
A field of millions of cadavers lay before her. A massive, shallow sea of blood floated beneath them. The people were missing limbs and their faces were stretched in such a gruesome way that anyone could see that their last moments were agonizing and painful. Pieces of flesh were strewn about in mammoth lumps.
Summoning her courage, Pan carefully walked through the carnage, searching desperately for any survivors. However, when she came across the body of a little toddler girl, still clutching a teddy bear, she could go no further.
Crumpling to her knees she hoarsely sobbed. "Such a massacre…who? Why?!" She covered her face with her hands and felt the hot tears stream around her fingers.
She was interrupted by a massive explosion that wracked the gray-red darkness and rendered her unconscious.
*
Pan was awakened by the screaming of her lungs. Wearily she sat up and tried to inhale, but there was nothing to breathe. She began to panic and flexed her chest, trying to gain air.
A hollow laugh cut through her efforts.
A woman draped in clothes of black appeared before the girl. The delicate, white cheekbones were framed by raven hair and her eyes were dancing with sadistic pleasure. Her head was tilted so that Pan could see that she was both disdainful and amused. Tiny silver bells were lashed to the edges of her boots and they jingled evilly.
A demon.
"You must have done it!" Pan tried to shout, but there was no air in her lungs or around her to produce the sound. To her surprise, the woman comprehended.
The black demon spoke in tones of nothing and her voice cut through
space. "I did not kill these people. They were slain by your hand," she remarked with an amused smile.
Pan attempted to scream a "no" but could not.
"Your life on earth is a charade that masks your true purpose. You
are like me. We are kin. Don't you see that Pan-sama?" the demon said, grinning.
Pan narrowed her eyes in anger. "Never!" she silently shouted and fired her up her last ounce of chi and dove at the akurei. The woman simply shrugged, hefted the scythe again and brought it down again upon the sayai-jin.
*
Pan had awoken there. She sighed at the thought that it was a possible
premonition. She really was quite silly about this, but it still worried her. "I should ask Otousan," she murmured. She began to settle into her warm haven of her bed to sleep. Abruptly, she reconsidered. "No, I shall talk to Piccolo-san. He knows most about this stuff. Hai, tomorrow I will find Piccolo." She snuggled down again and fell asleep.
A/N: I am redoing the entire story, so if this sounds familiar, it is. I corrected my spelling, added things and took out things. This chapter remained mostly the same, but the chapters' quality degraded as time went on, so the others will get total makeovers. By the way, this story has a plot based on Sailor Moon S because one day I was watching Saturn destroy the world and yadda yadda yadda and I thought, "Gee this would be cool as Dragonball Z or GT." So I played with concept and came up with this. Go figure.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, Z, or GT. They are copyrights of Funimation, Akira Toriyama, and various other people. I also don't own Sailor Moon S and it belongs to Cloverway, Teukuchi (sp?), etc.
Next time: Pan has a very bad beginning to her day… Can't go to the U2 concert, falls down the stairs, can't have Lucky Charms for breakfast, learns of impending doomsday…
Pan screamed. She bolted up, while her body automatically assumed
a defensive pose. She cast wild and frightened looks about, until the realization that it had only been a dream sunk in.
The thirteen-year-old sighed heavily and collapsed again into the
comfort of her bed, trying to shake the horrific images that had haunted
her sleep out of her mind. She took a sharp breath as she recalled the
warm, red dripping scythe. A shiver rolled down her sweaty body and her
uneasy stomach heaved. Pan would've vomited if had she had even the smallest morsel of food in her.
"'Tousan said that if you are frightened think about what is scaring you and an answer is bound to come up," the girl whispered to herself shakily. Though Pan did not really wish to ponder this, her father
had also said that dreams are often premonitions. The thought that this nightmare could come true was utterly numbing.
The dream had begun rather simply. Pan was walking through a dull gray haze. Her steps echoed off of unseen walls. The place was dark and chillingly cold. The air hung about like a thick blanket. "Where am I?" she whispered.
The whisper rang off the walls creating a dull drone that festered in the back of her mind. As the girl continued walking, the noise became louder. She looked about her, wondering where the sound could be coming from. It was getting stronger and it was as if many people were talking in their normal voices. Pan had always had trouble with restaurants and places of the like because her acute sayai-jin ears magnified the noise. At the moment, she cringed because the volume was where it was at a raucous eatery. She covered her ears and walked the other way, but it only continued to crescendo. The voices became yells. Pan ran, becoming frightened by the situation but every way she turned the sound became louder. The yells became screams. She slipped on the floor, and then cried out as the screams melded into shrieks, high and wild.
Pan had tears running down her cheeks as she clasped her ears in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the voices. It was to no avail, the shrieking resonated from inside her very body and shook her, chilled her, tossed her about on a stormy torture-sea of sound.
"Stop it! STOP IT!!!" she screamed through clenched teeth, her voice mingling with the billions of others.
Suddenly, there was silence. She crept up to her feet, her eyes
closed still, relishing the bliss. The girl realized that she was holding something in her hand, a staff of some sort. She leaned against it, smiling happily in the darkness of her closed eyes and quiet. Something dripped on her cheek. Annoyed, Pan wiped it off. After a few moments more came too and she opened her eyes and ran her hand across the wet cheek.
It was crimson.
She screamed and threw the staff she had been holding and was splattered with more blood as she did so. Pan calmed her self enough to examine more closely what she had wielded. Terror again rose in the back of her throat as she found it. A scythe covered with blood lay on the black floor, a red puddle fanning out around it.
Pan felt tears well up in her eyes and glanced up to relieve her self
of the horrific vision. What she then beheld was a far more disturbing
image.
A field of millions of cadavers lay before her. A massive, shallow sea of blood floated beneath them. The people were missing limbs and their faces were stretched in such a gruesome way that anyone could see that their last moments were agonizing and painful. Pieces of flesh were strewn about in mammoth lumps.
Summoning her courage, Pan carefully walked through the carnage, searching desperately for any survivors. However, when she came across the body of a little toddler girl, still clutching a teddy bear, she could go no further.
Crumpling to her knees she hoarsely sobbed. "Such a massacre…who? Why?!" She covered her face with her hands and felt the hot tears stream around her fingers.
She was interrupted by a massive explosion that wracked the gray-red darkness and rendered her unconscious.
*
Pan was awakened by the screaming of her lungs. Wearily she sat up and tried to inhale, but there was nothing to breathe. She began to panic and flexed her chest, trying to gain air.
A hollow laugh cut through her efforts.
A woman draped in clothes of black appeared before the girl. The delicate, white cheekbones were framed by raven hair and her eyes were dancing with sadistic pleasure. Her head was tilted so that Pan could see that she was both disdainful and amused. Tiny silver bells were lashed to the edges of her boots and they jingled evilly.
A demon.
"You must have done it!" Pan tried to shout, but there was no air in her lungs or around her to produce the sound. To her surprise, the woman comprehended.
The black demon spoke in tones of nothing and her voice cut through
space. "I did not kill these people. They were slain by your hand," she remarked with an amused smile.
Pan attempted to scream a "no" but could not.
"Your life on earth is a charade that masks your true purpose. You
are like me. We are kin. Don't you see that Pan-sama?" the demon said, grinning.
Pan narrowed her eyes in anger. "Never!" she silently shouted and fired her up her last ounce of chi and dove at the akurei. The woman simply shrugged, hefted the scythe again and brought it down again upon the sayai-jin.
*
Pan had awoken there. She sighed at the thought that it was a possible
premonition. She really was quite silly about this, but it still worried her. "I should ask Otousan," she murmured. She began to settle into her warm haven of her bed to sleep. Abruptly, she reconsidered. "No, I shall talk to Piccolo-san. He knows most about this stuff. Hai, tomorrow I will find Piccolo." She snuggled down again and fell asleep.
A/N: I am redoing the entire story, so if this sounds familiar, it is. I corrected my spelling, added things and took out things. This chapter remained mostly the same, but the chapters' quality degraded as time went on, so the others will get total makeovers. By the way, this story has a plot based on Sailor Moon S because one day I was watching Saturn destroy the world and yadda yadda yadda and I thought, "Gee this would be cool as Dragonball Z or GT." So I played with concept and came up with this. Go figure.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, Z, or GT. They are copyrights of Funimation, Akira Toriyama, and various other people. I also don't own Sailor Moon S and it belongs to Cloverway, Teukuchi (sp?), etc.
Next time: Pan has a very bad beginning to her day… Can't go to the U2 concert, falls down the stairs, can't have Lucky Charms for breakfast, learns of impending doomsday…