1 Author: Raven
Title: Sailor Moon Star Revolution
Rated: R violence and disturbing stuff
Overall rating: PG-13 to R
Episode 3: Destruction of All Friendship, Hotaru's Lie
Author's notes: Hope everyone liked the first two parts of chapter one ^_^ I hope I know what I'm doing ^^; If I don't get any good reviews I'll stop.
Disclaimer: SM doesn't belong to me.
A monster, it was a monster… a hideous ten-foot tall creature from hell. Its red eyes reflected nothing but hatred, or did it reflect anything at all? It was hard to tell if the beast had any emotion. Perhaps it was just a lifeless doll commanded by a greater evil. Nine soldiers stood before it, attacking to no avail, attacking with all they had, with all of their skill. It seemed that the creature was a powerhouse, completely nullifying every element that was thrown at the malicious and twisted figure. It wasn't till two women combined their attacks of love, metal, time, and death that the beast was even wounded.
The side of its face was blown off and sent blood and the dark crimson crystal flying to the ground. The monster screeched, squealed, and made hideous noises that would terrify the hearts of any mortal soul. It retracted back on its spider like legs in anguish before growling fiercely and sinking its jagged rows of fangs into Sailor Mercury, picking her up and leaving a trail of blood on the cold concrete. The dark enemy carried the small woman back behind a building and into a black portal, back into hell. The senshi stood helpless, watching as their comrade was taken away by a horrible disfigurement.
Tuxedo Kamen walked over to the distorted flesh and picked up flaming-red crystal eye. All of the senshi were either laid across the ground or barely standing, all panting and gasping for breath. Nothing had worked truly effectively and senshi couldn't help but wonder if their leader had been there would it have proven to prevent Ami getting taken. Jupiter stared angrily at the ground, knowing that nothing could've been done knowing how weak Usagi was. She suddenly felt weak herself, knowing that she couldn't protect one of her lifelong friends from a youma. Her gaze traveled around her allies until her eyes locked on Tuxedo Kamen. She strolled over to him and stared into his hand. Not looking back, Tuxedo Kamen said in a quiet monotone, "I'm going to run scans on it with Luna once we get back." Jupiter stayed silent, staring at the man in front of her. He always seemed so cold to her, so distant… she used to think it was maturity, but her thoughts slowly leaned towards that he had lack of feeling for anyone. Even when he was around Usagi, he seemed calm and cold, no sensation of love. In the back of her mind, she had come to believe Mamoru lived for the duty and the fight, not for love or emotion. She slowly left the area and headed back for her home, as other senshi did unsure of what to do.
Mamoru's eyes scanned over the data again and again. It said the same damned thing every time. The blue screen lit the dark room, but it provided no other help.
"Information not available, data not recorded" was in bold letter across the screen, sickly mocking Mamoru. He pounded his fist against the desk in frustration. He only wished Ami of all people hadn't been taken… to make matters worse, Michiru's mirror showed nothing but a void. It seemed that they were completely helpless and couldn't do anything until Usagi got better… which wasn't exactly a safe bet either. How many other senshi would be taken before Usagi was well? Was there no else out of the senshi that could help them? Mamoru shook his head, thinking only that they were completely helpless…
To Mamoru the only truly intelligent people were Ami, Michiru, and himself… sure the others were smart, but in his own gloating mind, he felt they didn't compare. The other senshi soon noticed the change in Mamoru's personality, especially the outer senshi, and they loathed it; however, no one loathed it more than Hotaru. She felt insulted by Mamoru's ideas, and she knew that the others doubted her capabilities. She was the soldier of destruction and could annihilate the entire planet in a heartbeat.
She slowly grew cold and appreciated the hate that the others gave her. The only person she had love for was Setsuna, the closest thing she had to a mother. In her eyes, Setsuna was a wise and powerful figure… the others; however, were nothing. They treated Hotaru like she was still a child; despite she looked the same age as the others and was more mature. She would have to get back at them some how. Hotaru was just itching for a chance to see senshi slowly dissolve under her hand. An idea was slowly forming in the delicate brilliant mind of her's; an idea of such evil magnitude it would lead the group into ruin.
She sat on her bed, staring out the window into the clouded sky; her torso wrapped in a bandage from the wound the youma gave her in the midst of battle. She would make a vision of Ami for them… a horrible lie involving rape and slow hideous death. A dark smile grew on her lips as she thought 'I'm just faking an answer for them...those curious bastards... I'm faking it all... they'll think it was easy... they'll believe the fairy tales and the lies like children would…blindly listening to me'. She then passed the grotesque images of Ami being brutally raped then slaughtered by the horrible beast infesting a black and twisted catacomb. The senshi listened in horror, believing every word that spilled from Hotaru's small mouth. The expressions on their faces were those of the dead. Hotaru could barely contain her sick joy of seeing them squirm under her. It was no possession of evil; Hotaru was truly like this now. Before the senshi had any time to even grieve, another youma was on the way.
Title: Sailor Moon Star Revolution
Rated: R violence and disturbing stuff
Overall rating: PG-13 to R
Episode 3: Destruction of All Friendship, Hotaru's Lie
Author's notes: Hope everyone liked the first two parts of chapter one ^_^ I hope I know what I'm doing ^^; If I don't get any good reviews I'll stop.
Disclaimer: SM doesn't belong to me.
A monster, it was a monster… a hideous ten-foot tall creature from hell. Its red eyes reflected nothing but hatred, or did it reflect anything at all? It was hard to tell if the beast had any emotion. Perhaps it was just a lifeless doll commanded by a greater evil. Nine soldiers stood before it, attacking to no avail, attacking with all they had, with all of their skill. It seemed that the creature was a powerhouse, completely nullifying every element that was thrown at the malicious and twisted figure. It wasn't till two women combined their attacks of love, metal, time, and death that the beast was even wounded.
The side of its face was blown off and sent blood and the dark crimson crystal flying to the ground. The monster screeched, squealed, and made hideous noises that would terrify the hearts of any mortal soul. It retracted back on its spider like legs in anguish before growling fiercely and sinking its jagged rows of fangs into Sailor Mercury, picking her up and leaving a trail of blood on the cold concrete. The dark enemy carried the small woman back behind a building and into a black portal, back into hell. The senshi stood helpless, watching as their comrade was taken away by a horrible disfigurement.
Tuxedo Kamen walked over to the distorted flesh and picked up flaming-red crystal eye. All of the senshi were either laid across the ground or barely standing, all panting and gasping for breath. Nothing had worked truly effectively and senshi couldn't help but wonder if their leader had been there would it have proven to prevent Ami getting taken. Jupiter stared angrily at the ground, knowing that nothing could've been done knowing how weak Usagi was. She suddenly felt weak herself, knowing that she couldn't protect one of her lifelong friends from a youma. Her gaze traveled around her allies until her eyes locked on Tuxedo Kamen. She strolled over to him and stared into his hand. Not looking back, Tuxedo Kamen said in a quiet monotone, "I'm going to run scans on it with Luna once we get back." Jupiter stayed silent, staring at the man in front of her. He always seemed so cold to her, so distant… she used to think it was maturity, but her thoughts slowly leaned towards that he had lack of feeling for anyone. Even when he was around Usagi, he seemed calm and cold, no sensation of love. In the back of her mind, she had come to believe Mamoru lived for the duty and the fight, not for love or emotion. She slowly left the area and headed back for her home, as other senshi did unsure of what to do.
Mamoru's eyes scanned over the data again and again. It said the same damned thing every time. The blue screen lit the dark room, but it provided no other help.
"Information not available, data not recorded" was in bold letter across the screen, sickly mocking Mamoru. He pounded his fist against the desk in frustration. He only wished Ami of all people hadn't been taken… to make matters worse, Michiru's mirror showed nothing but a void. It seemed that they were completely helpless and couldn't do anything until Usagi got better… which wasn't exactly a safe bet either. How many other senshi would be taken before Usagi was well? Was there no else out of the senshi that could help them? Mamoru shook his head, thinking only that they were completely helpless…
To Mamoru the only truly intelligent people were Ami, Michiru, and himself… sure the others were smart, but in his own gloating mind, he felt they didn't compare. The other senshi soon noticed the change in Mamoru's personality, especially the outer senshi, and they loathed it; however, no one loathed it more than Hotaru. She felt insulted by Mamoru's ideas, and she knew that the others doubted her capabilities. She was the soldier of destruction and could annihilate the entire planet in a heartbeat.
She slowly grew cold and appreciated the hate that the others gave her. The only person she had love for was Setsuna, the closest thing she had to a mother. In her eyes, Setsuna was a wise and powerful figure… the others; however, were nothing. They treated Hotaru like she was still a child; despite she looked the same age as the others and was more mature. She would have to get back at them some how. Hotaru was just itching for a chance to see senshi slowly dissolve under her hand. An idea was slowly forming in the delicate brilliant mind of her's; an idea of such evil magnitude it would lead the group into ruin.
She sat on her bed, staring out the window into the clouded sky; her torso wrapped in a bandage from the wound the youma gave her in the midst of battle. She would make a vision of Ami for them… a horrible lie involving rape and slow hideous death. A dark smile grew on her lips as she thought 'I'm just faking an answer for them...those curious bastards... I'm faking it all... they'll think it was easy... they'll believe the fairy tales and the lies like children would…blindly listening to me'. She then passed the grotesque images of Ami being brutally raped then slaughtered by the horrible beast infesting a black and twisted catacomb. The senshi listened in horror, believing every word that spilled from Hotaru's small mouth. The expressions on their faces were those of the dead. Hotaru could barely contain her sick joy of seeing them squirm under her. It was no possession of evil; Hotaru was truly like this now. Before the senshi had any time to even grieve, another youma was on the way.