Walls: Chapter 2

By: Sailor E

Disclaimer: I do not and will not, no matter how hard I wish on any burning ball of gas, own Sailormoon. I am doing this illegally, and that's what makes it fun.

VERY IMPORTANT A/N!!!!: Ok, I'm just learning the fanfic jargon. Like Rei's OOC and whatnot. This takes place right after Sailormoon R, cuz when I came up with it, it was before I had seen the rest of the series. So cut me some slack with the Japanese terminology too, please! It's right before Sailormoon becomes Neo-Queen Serenity.

So…I actually have most of these chapters done, and they're all really short, but I want to space them out to get REVIEWS, the MORE REVIEWS I get, the quicker I'll send out a NEW CHAPTER. Green? Green.

Slakk belongs to me, and Cypro, whose strange hallucinations inspired all this (cuz shes crazy).

Walls II: After Death

            We have been traveling a lot. Ever since that day I left the Bunk, the voice and I have become friendlier with each other. I've learned how to live with the voice inside my head. Maybe I should write a book about it. I could call it How To Live With the Voice(s) Inside Your Head. I know in some worlds it would be very useful. I could retaliate the events that took place at my last night at the Bunk. It would prove how much more powerful they can make you.

It's actually an interesting story, what happened, I mean.  I had Usagi's lover, Mamoru, under a very powerful spell. I had complete control over him and I was able to make him attack her, quite aggressively in fact. I don't think I could've done as well as he did. But he was also 6' 2", and a Senshi of earth. Unfortunately, though, they loved each other so much the spell was broken. Don't you just hate it when that happens?         

And then, the sweet, loving, adorable little Usagi hugged me tightly, crying "Please stop, Rei-chan, please stop."  I'm guessing that was supposed to help me? Yeah, right. I was incorrigible at that point. Rei was my old Senshi name, I'm Nikki now, and everyone knows it, I made sure of that.

I pushed her away with such force she slammed back into Mamoru. As they were getting up I kicked them into the wall. Usagi seemed alright, she landed on top, but the force of the blow and her added weight increased Mamoru's injuries. Poor Usagi thought he was dead. Then the spoiled little Usagi really started to cry. I remembered how whenever she cried she always got her way. I wasn't going to let that happen this time. I knew what would hurt her the most, and it wasn't her death. I studied Usagi as she looked at her friends, Ami, Makoto, and Minako, all dead. She looked back up at me.

"Kill me," she pleaded. "Let me die with them." For the first time the brat knew the feeling of being completely alone. I couldn't help but smile. She was suffering, and I could make her suffer even more. She was frightened by the silence that grew between us. Frantically, she grabbed a small dagger from Mamoru's belt. But I would not let her get what she wanted.

Now here we are, on our way to the city Isleba Rhus. Usagi has lost her ability to speak over the years, either that or she doesn't want to speak. We have a promise between us, as long as she doesn't kill herself, Mamoru will live. But as long as she lives, she will always be alone. The voice helped by encasing Mamoru in a crystal ring that I allow Usagi to wear. And don't get the wrong idea or anything, it's not like I want her to live because I still care about her. It's just that when she's around, I have a body to control. The voice may control me, but I can control Usagi, and that makes me feel like I still have at least some power left. Even if a two-year-old could control her considering the state of mind she's in.

            Oops! I've gotten off track, back to the business of Isleba Rhus. We're on our way to meet the slave trader Cousje Remsi for reasons the voice has kept a secret to me. I'm guessing Cousje wants us to guard his little whore-house while he's away somewhere. Usagi and I are the last Sailor Senshi alive now that I destroyed the others. That means we get paid very, very handsomely to guard or protect. And many don't seem to mind I'm a mentally unstable killing machine. I actually get more respect than I used to. But I'm not sure if Usagi still counts as a Senshi. Through the years of her traveling with us she has never used her powers once. Ah, well, more money for me!

            After we help Cousje I'm sure we'll get better jobs. Lately we've been hired to carry out silly little revenge schemes. Cousje is a very important person and if we get on his good side, I'm sure we'll be able to do more respectful things. Not that I don't mind getting the revenge jobs. Seeing the shocked looks on the person's face, feeling their blood running down my hands, tasting the blood as I lick it off my fingers…mmm…

            There I go getting off track again! Oh, look! I can see Isleba Rhus in the distance. Isleba Rhus is truly a spectacular city, though extremely expensive. All the buildings are rounded at the top, the city is too gentle for sharp edges. Everything is in bronze, gold, and sepia. It looks as if the sun never moves from the center of the civilization.

            We have no trouble getting past the gate's guard. Now that I have a voice in my head telling me what to say, I'm can be very charming.

            The voice wastes no time in heading straight for Cousje's estate.

            The trading platform is near the center of the city, but his slave house is on the outskirts. I guess he likes making them walk a few miles before they're auctioned off. Ha, I like him already!

            I work up my courage to ask the voice a question. This isn't the wisest thing to do. I usually get punished for talking out of turn. "Why are we going to his house?" I inquire. Usually you wait for the merchants next auction date at the platform to discuss something with him. Never should there be a reason to go directly to a slave merchant's home.  "What business do we have with him?"

            "I'm interested in some special slaves," the voice answered. I'm surprised to even get that little response. I still worry, though. Disturbing a slave merchant in his own home is very disrespectful. The voice must sense my doubts, as it says, "Don't worry, Nikki. As long as you do exactly what I tell you, we won't get into trouble."

            I swallowed slowly as we approached Cousje's house. The voice directed me to raise my hand and knock.

            "What do you want?" is the rude reply we receive.

            "Answer: 'It's Sadara, you fat old bully,'" the voice says. I hesitate, but do as I  am told.

            "Sadara?" he says softly. "I don't believe you!"

            I repeat what the voice says, "You better believe me you dumb buck, now open up this door!"

            Cousje opens the door, but doesn't see me. He sees a tall, beanstalk of a woman with graying blonde hair and fading green eyes. The voice has played a trick on his eyes.

            "Sadara! It is you! Oh, it so good to see you..." the short round man continues, recalling old memories, etc, etc. I'm more interested in his "humble" abode.

            Never have I seen a house so elaborately decorated! Everything must be made of gold and silks! It makes my stomach churn with anger that such scum could live like this while we're lucky to have a tree for shelter. But there's no justice in our universe anymore. Who's going to enforce it? Me?

            "Sadara, Sadara, what brings you here old friend?" Cousje says, holding my hands. I try to hold in my repulsion of his touch and say what the voice tells me.

            "I guess you could say I'm here to pick out a birthday present, a little offering to a prince," I say with a wry smile.

            Cousje chuckles and jabs an elbow in my side. "How young?"

            "This prince enjoys the company of children," it sickens me when I realize what is going on.

            "Ah, right this way," Cousje grins.

            His eyes fell on Usagi, who was staring up at the ceiling. 

            "Tell him not to worry about Usagi, she won't get in the way," it said.

            "Do not mind the dumb one, Cousje," I whisper in his ear. "She'll stay out of the way."

            Cousje mumbles, "She for sale? I could make many gold pieces with her for you."

            "No!" I yell without thinking. A sharp pain runs through me as punishment for speaking without out the voice's instructions. Usagi looks at me.

            Cousje grumbled slightly, then continued to escort me through his house. Usagi follows automatically.

            He leads us to a door that opens to a staircase of mud and clay. It looks like a normal basement at first, but then I sniff the air. It stings of rotting food, human waste, and stale blood.

            It is a large room with only a few old light bulbs and some pieces of furniture.  Not enough furniture, though, for the dozens of children. A miserable sight, scarred children, most without clothing, all looking pleadingly at me. I stop and Usagi bumps into me.

            I look at her, but she isn't looking at me. I follow her gaze to two girls. My mouth drops open. They are the spitting image of Ami and Makoto. The voice laughs at my surprise.

            Cousje notices our interest. "This one," he says, grabbing the Makoto-look-alike by the elbow, "is nothing but trouble. I wouldn't recommend her if you want to get on this prince's good side. A little devil she is." The girl squirmed until she was let free and rejoined the Ami-look-alike on a tattered rug.

"It seems we have a problem on our hands," the voice says, and chuckles, it is enjoying my fear. "I've been watching them ever since they were born. I can't deny that they are what you are dreading."

"How can that be? I saw them die before my own eyes!" I exclaim in my mind.

"Think about it. This is what happens every time to Sailor Senshi. They never die forever. No matter what you do, they'll be born again," it said.

"What can we do?" I asked.

            "Well, killing them doesn't work. We'll take them with us," it says.

            "I'll have those," I say slowly.

"No, no, no, Sadara, listen I…" not long after Cousje's head rolled to the floor at the swing of my sword, did the children jump at his body. They claw at him with their small hands and kick at his face. They screamed and cried as they bit off his fingers. He had made them this barbaric, and at that thought I have to resist joining them. I tuck the little Ami and Makoto under my arms and run. Usagi follows close behind, as always.

So you want more? REVIEW, and ye shall prosper! Mwahaha!

PS…if anyone could tell me how to format this well, please tell email me!