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This chapter is rated PG:
Disturbing imagery (Get used to the relative cleanliness of this chapter. Things are gonna get nasty later on.)
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Forward: I want to thank everyone who read the first draft of "The Dark Side of The Moon", and gave me their impressions while I talked to them on AIM. God, I can't remember who did because I was chatting with a bunch of people at the time, but thanks to you all. Unfortunately, halfway between writing this, my internet access was cut off by AOL since my Mom hasn't been able to pay (and if you're an IM buddy of mine and are reading this, now you know why I've been incognito for longer than usual). So how am I able to upload this, you ask? I'm doing this from the library. That's right, I'm putting the chapters on a disk, and using one of the computers at the library to send this to the website you are on now.
Moving along, let me tell you, this is not really Sailor Moon. This is a remake. Everything's completely different: the characters, the setting, , the concept, even the content. See the note by the rating? Things are going to be graphic in future chapters, after everything's been set. There will violence, some nudity, language, and some things to do with Satanism. But don't worry, I will do things tastefully. No crap. Though, if you don't like these things anyway, you don't have to read this fic.
Oh, and I nearly forgot, I'm changing the costumes too. Please don't complain about this if you're disappointed. I found it rather corny that anyone could fight DEMONS wearing very short skirts and high heels, and actually beat them. I know it's fiction, but it doesn't work for me, so I'm changing the costumes to something I think is better. I mean, try putting on a tutu, go to the worst part of your town or city, come up to anyone who looks evil, and say you'll defeat them in the name of the Moon.
Well, read, relax, and hopefully enjoy yourselves.
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The Dark Side of The Moon
Chapter 1:
Bloody Ears
Date: August 20, 2010
Place: Cleveland, Ohio
Stepping onto the school bus, Naomi tried to think that nothing bad would happen at school, but she instantly gave up. Whatever anyone said to her, she would take it in the gut, and look away. No one this year, she hoped to God, could hurt her.
She was in the ninth grade now, her first day, but she didn't look forward to it. Trying not to stare at the faces of anyone in the bus, she searched for somewhere to sit.
Every seat until the left seventh one was occupied with at least one person her one age, so she sat there against the window. She wore a black t-shirt with the name of her favorite band, fAmIne, on it, over black jean shorts with matching black lipstick. She even had black hair, dyed over her natural blonde. Her book bag, a blue one with the logo "JANSPORT" in red letters on the front, was set to her right.
The bus had started up again, and headed to pick up several more students. While she gazed out the window at the trees, houses, and cars that passed by, no one sat with her. She preferred it that way.
In a seat behind her, (she didn't bother to see how far back) a couple of other girls were talking in an enthusiastic tone.
Once the bus made it to school, about twenty minutes after Naomi was picked up, everyone intuitively got up to leave the bus immediately. Naomi let few people pass ahead of her before she herself completely left her seat. When she got off the bus, she began to walk forward among the other students, like them, looking for a classroom for the first time since before summer.
After a few minutes she did find it in the E building, room 266, on the second floor. She opened the door, and the first person she saw was a thin black woman who couldn't have been about older than fifty. The woman, who had some gray hair at her temples, turned, and smiled broadly. Some wrinkles formed around her eyes. She said, "Why hello there, I'm Mrs. Madison, may I ask what your name is?"
"Naomi Kaufman," Naomi said. Her regular speaking voice was usually low.
"Okay, let me check my list," And the woman scanned a clipboard she had in her hand. Mrs. Madison seemed to very cheery, and one of the last people to lose their temper. Very relaxed, easygoing. She gave Naomi a very comforting feeling. "Well, Ms. Kaufman," she said giving Naomi another warm beam, and pointing to the other side of the room. "You can sit right there on the fourth seat in the first row." Naomi walked there. Behind her, she could hear Mrs. Madison thoughtfully welcoming another student.
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"All right, class, remember to turn the all of the papers in by Friday, signed by your parents," said Mrs. Madison to the bunch of thirty-five children that sat before her. "Now that we have that out of the way, let me discuss with you about High School. It can, and will be a major turning point in your lives. While the memories gained during can be wonderful, many find it hard to adjust to this. So, Ninth-graders, we'll be doing something special. We'll each introduce ourselves one at a time to the class so we can know each other better. Let's start with me.
"My name is Rebecca Madison, but you can call me Mrs. M, or Becca. This is my fifteenth year of teaching, and before this job I was working as a nurse, and as you can see, I teach health. My beloved husband of twenty years is named Ronald. If you have any problems, and need help from an adult, I'll always be here to do that, no matter how serious. Very well, that's enough about me. We have about twenty minutes left in homeroom, so we'd better start cracking. First, we'll be picking volunteers, and then move on to everyone else."
A few hands shot up. No way would Naomi be raising hers.
The classroom lacked enough chairs for everyone, so some students sat by the computers and way in the back.
Madison pointed to one of the girls in the back. The girl, white and preppy, Naomi thought, nearly leapt from her desk, and grinned broadly at everyone in the class. She wore a pink shirt, and a denim skirt that rapped around her thighs. Her hair was red. "Hello," she chirped. Naomi thought she seemed rather air headed.
"My name is Molly," the girl said. "I'm fourteen, turning fifteen in December. I like to talking to my friends on the phone, and hanging out with them." The whole time, she kept on grinning. "My favorite sport is swimming, so expect me on the team this year. I live with my parents, and my little sister. " Molly sat down, content with what she had to say.
"Next?" Mrs. Madison said.
A skinny Hispanic boy with glasses, and a well-puffed Afro raised his hand. His jeans were baggy, but not but not so much that he had to raise them up. Mrs. Madison pointed to him, and he got up.
"My name is Melvin Hanson, I'm fifteen. I like playing baseball, and goofing off with my friends…" at that Naomi stopped listening to what anyone else had to say. She paid more attention to how the other kids acted, and dressed. People like Molly, and Melvin seemed to be nice. Mrs. Madison too. But everyone had an ugly side, and Naomi was watching for how well they hid it.
Some more people talked, but Naomi never really listened, just looked. Soon she drifted off, and let an imaginary CD player go on in her head. Though she had her real one in her book bag along with her favorite CD, she knew the teacher would tell her to put it away. Besides, sometimes pretend was better the real thing. For a few minutes
"Naomi, honey, it's your turn." Naomi snapped awake from her pretend concert to see Mrs. Madison looking at her.
"Hm?"
"I said it's your turn. Come on, don't be shy, tell the class about yourself."
Oh, shit. How long had she been daydreaming?
"Um, okay," Naomi said, and heaved herself up, her arms straight down her sides.
She stared at the blackboard, wondering what to say. Everyone else's eyes were crowding upon her. Suffocating her. She felt claustrophobic.
"Darling, are you feeling fine?" Mrs. Madison said. Her face was bent with worry.
"Oh…yes…uh…uh, my name is Naomi Kaufman. I'm fifteen. My birthday is on the thirtieth of June. Um, I like going on the internet on my computer." A short pause. "Sometimes I like to write poetry maybe. I live with my Mom. We moved here from San Francisco a month ago-"
"Hey, did you happen to be there for the big quake?" someone asked abruptly. Naomi found out it was Melvin, who wore a gleam of interest in his eyes.
"Uh. Yeah."
"Tell us about it," another boy said.
Some of the other students perked up a bit, and agreed.
Naomi's feeling of being ensnared scratched at whatever comfort she had. She still felt her throat tighten up as if somehow filled with glue.
She closed her eyes, the memory of blood in her nostrils.
"Dear, would you want to stop now?" Mrs. Madison's eyes wilted down. She had actually been worried.
"I…"
RIINNNGG!!! The piercing edge of the bell hit the air. All, with their book bags, began to leave the class.
"Head to your first period class," Mrs. Madison said. Before she left to usher the other students, she glanced at Naomi with a look of pity.
Soon, Naomi herself picked up her book bag, and walked out of the classroom.
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Time: August 20, 2010
Place: Meeker, Colorado
The body Tzu currently inhabited was one which used to belong to a muscular, young black man. It was in good shape, and seemed to not to suffer from any physical problems. He had chosen well. And to find one like it when his demon body had been deteriorating like it had been was very lucky for him. Especially to travel in such a populated world.
And for the ability to envelope the mind of the host he was. For to learn all he needed to so he could hide, and work, was a lifesaver, and if he didn't he would stagger through humans like an idiot, drawing too much attention to himself.
The name of the host was Larry Anderson, and he had short puffy hair, and a short beard when Tzu found him, but he shaved both the beard and hair so no one the man knew could recognize him if they saw the walking body. The clothes he wore, khaki pants, and a white shirt with buttons and sleeves, stunk slightly, as he hadn't bathed since he took the body, and that had been a while ago.
Tzu sat finishing the Big Mac, fries and Coca-cola set out in front of him. His cash was dwindling, however, getting more could mean robbing someone, and he hadn't the means to do it without exposing himself.
And he was alone on this world. The rest were locked away in the Void until he found the correct body and got the appropriate amount of souls. But there was no problem. No opposition to stop him was left alive.
As he stepped from the restaurant, he could not help but see how things had changed. Sturdy, massive buildings stood about him. Schools, homes, businesses. There were giants metal objects that flew higher than he ever did in his original body. Things called cars that sped faster than any horse; except the ones he used to keep. Everyone from the rich to the poor had some sort of luxury.
He smiled at the thought of all to be in flames within months. Even he had a sense of humor.
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When the earthquake began, the top half of Naomi's grandmother's body was crushed by a piece of the ceiling that had fallen. Poor old woman had been reclining on the couch in the living room. Naomi saw it happen, she had been watching her sleep.
Naomi remembered the nauseating crunch when the debris hit her grandmother, and she remembered how the legs still twitched after it happened, the heels of grandmother's feet digging into the arm cushion.
Her father heard the noises, and came. He hesitated, seeing his mother dead, and picked up Naomi, running for the door. He opened it. Half-way through the door, the house began to crash down, and though h, and Naomi were able not to get caught under the worst of it, his head was smashed open by a piece of debris.
Naomi spent several hours crushed under her father's chest, the blood from his head streaming down the shattered drive way. With one ear against his chest, she could hear his breathing slow, weaken. Until it stopped. Her own breathing was coarse.
She didn't know how long she stayed there until she heard the laughter.
Like jagged knifes, they drove in her ears. Her screams were muffled. She didn't know where it came from, only that it was horrible, it needed to stop. And then the voices who laughed began to talk.
We will eat you.
"Just stop it," she said.
We will eat your bones, your heart, your skin, your soul when we find each one of you.
"Shut up!"
Your souls will be devoured.
"Dad, wake up! Make them stop it!"
And you can do nothing, Mortals.
"Daddy! Help me!"
You will all die.
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The firefighters found Naomi, and her father at around midnight. They hoisted Naomi's father off of her, and lifted her up to a stretcher. He in a body bag. It was around midnight, and her ears were bleeding.
To be continued…