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==A Face to Fear==
---Chapter One---
(By Shullerina)
(shullerina@hotmail.com)
(*Feedback very welcome, this is my first posting, please tell me
what you think*)
Oh, and Sailor Moon is not mine, and I never said it was.
(PG-13)
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Ami stood pressed against a chain link fence, her body shaking
from exertion.
She listened anxiously for sounds of pursuit, but could hear
nothing over her ragged breathing and rattling of the fence.
Her heart thumped viciously in her chest, her blood pounded in
her ears. Ami was almost disgusted with herself, she was a sailor senshi
for goodness sake, Mizuno Ami, general brainiac, not some idiotic,
flighty schoolgirl.
What was it about this man that scared her so much, that she lost
herself and flew headlong into panic? Who was he? Ami tried to visualise
him in her mind, but she couldn't get a clear picture.
But she'd know him, if ever she saw him again. Ami was sure of it.
She found herself almost longing for the thrilling fear of meeting his eyes
again, blue clashing with green. Despite the fear he had brought with his
sighting, she wanted another. She was desperate to know who he was.
Who he was, and why, even just an impression of him, shook up such a cocktail
of emotions.
Cool, calm and collected Ami. The girl with all the answers. But not
this time. She only had questions right now.
She froze, stopped her breathing altogether as she strained to hear
past the accelerated sound of her blood.
She could hear someone headed her way. She was sure of it. But she
had to breathe, and her small, gasped breaths made listening too hard.
Belatedly, she reached for her henshin wand, hoping that Sailor
Mercury would be a match for whatever was coming, hoping it was the
wonderfully terrifying
man, hoping she'd stay in control this time.
She crouched down against the chain link fence, there was definitely
someone coming. Ami scrunched her eyes shut. In fear, or
anticipation?
Ami strained to hear anything. She dared not move. She wished she'd
transformed before things had gone so far.
Opening her eyes and peering into the darkness, she hoped that the
other individual was as hindered by the lack of light as she.
Ami shuddered, her fear settling over her like a damp blanket. She
heard a noise behind her, a shoe on gravel perhaps. Flattening herself against the fence her head snapped around in terror.
A man's voice greeted her through the night's curtain:
'Ami?'
He stared at the girl shrinking against the fence. He couldn't quite
make out the features, but he was certain it was she.
He stepped closer and drew in a breath to speak again.
She was shaking! With fear or in exhaustion? He didn't know. He
moved forward again, reaching his arms to embrace her, comfort her, to
reassure her.
She whimpered.
He halted in fearful realisation, not wanting it to be true.
She was... afraid... afraid of him.
He stood still, helpless in his desire to quell her panic and to just
take her in his arms and smooth back her damp hair from her beautiful
face. He couldn't move any closer to her, but he didn't want to move
away.
She couldn't look at him, even though she longed to... she didn't know
whom she would see. She didn't know if she wanted to see him.
'Ami' he said her name again, pleading for her acceptance.
The blue strands of her hair stuck sweatily to her forehead. She
breathed in short, shallow gasps. Ami began to feel light-headed, and
the edges of her vision were going fuzzy.
The golden haired man was quite beautiful, with sharp, green eyes and
gold curls that tried to spill from their bindings at the back of his
neck. He was slim and tall, though not too tall and for all his
slimness he was still visibly strong.
He said her name almost questioningly, offering his hand to her, still
too far away to touch her.
Ami gripped the fence, linking her fingers through the mesh. She had
to hang on. Ami tried to gain control over her body, as her vision
became blurrier and blurrier. She risked looking at the man who had
chased her. She couldn't see clearly, but she felt threatened by his
posture, she was sure she could almost see a sword in his hand, a
sword that was clearly meant for her.
What had made her wish for him, this wonderful man who seemed to only
desire fear and pain for her? Why did he keep saying her name, like
he knew her. Like he truly knew her, with her faults and
achievements. Like he knew how worthless her existence as a person
was.
The green eyed man stood still. His arms hanging loosely at his
sides, his hands curled slightly, relaxed and unthreatening. He
didn't move. Not one step closer to the girl, nor one step away from
her.
The blue haired girl leant against the fence, her eyes hesitantly
closing out the spinning world about her. Her death grip on the fence
had started loosen, she was losing herself.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Startled, the man darted away, leaving Ami to succumb to
unconsciousness, alone with her watch, as it sounded the hour.
==A Face to Fear==
---Chapter One---
(By Shullerina)
(shullerina@hotmail.com)
(*Feedback very welcome, this is my first posting, please tell me
what you think*)
Oh, and Sailor Moon is not mine, and I never said it was.
(PG-13)
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Ami stood pressed against a chain link fence, her body shaking
from exertion.
She listened anxiously for sounds of pursuit, but could hear
nothing over her ragged breathing and rattling of the fence.
Her heart thumped viciously in her chest, her blood pounded in
her ears. Ami was almost disgusted with herself, she was a sailor senshi
for goodness sake, Mizuno Ami, general brainiac, not some idiotic,
flighty schoolgirl.
What was it about this man that scared her so much, that she lost
herself and flew headlong into panic? Who was he? Ami tried to visualise
him in her mind, but she couldn't get a clear picture.
But she'd know him, if ever she saw him again. Ami was sure of it.
She found herself almost longing for the thrilling fear of meeting his eyes
again, blue clashing with green. Despite the fear he had brought with his
sighting, she wanted another. She was desperate to know who he was.
Who he was, and why, even just an impression of him, shook up such a cocktail
of emotions.
Cool, calm and collected Ami. The girl with all the answers. But not
this time. She only had questions right now.
She froze, stopped her breathing altogether as she strained to hear
past the accelerated sound of her blood.
She could hear someone headed her way. She was sure of it. But she
had to breathe, and her small, gasped breaths made listening too hard.
Belatedly, she reached for her henshin wand, hoping that Sailor
Mercury would be a match for whatever was coming, hoping it was the
wonderfully terrifying
man, hoping she'd stay in control this time.
She crouched down against the chain link fence, there was definitely
someone coming. Ami scrunched her eyes shut. In fear, or
anticipation?
Ami strained to hear anything. She dared not move. She wished she'd
transformed before things had gone so far.
Opening her eyes and peering into the darkness, she hoped that the
other individual was as hindered by the lack of light as she.
Ami shuddered, her fear settling over her like a damp blanket. She
heard a noise behind her, a shoe on gravel perhaps. Flattening herself against the fence her head snapped around in terror.
A man's voice greeted her through the night's curtain:
'Ami?'
He stared at the girl shrinking against the fence. He couldn't quite
make out the features, but he was certain it was she.
He stepped closer and drew in a breath to speak again.
She was shaking! With fear or in exhaustion? He didn't know. He
moved forward again, reaching his arms to embrace her, comfort her, to
reassure her.
She whimpered.
He halted in fearful realisation, not wanting it to be true.
She was... afraid... afraid of him.
He stood still, helpless in his desire to quell her panic and to just
take her in his arms and smooth back her damp hair from her beautiful
face. He couldn't move any closer to her, but he didn't want to move
away.
She couldn't look at him, even though she longed to... she didn't know
whom she would see. She didn't know if she wanted to see him.
'Ami' he said her name again, pleading for her acceptance.
The blue strands of her hair stuck sweatily to her forehead. She
breathed in short, shallow gasps. Ami began to feel light-headed, and
the edges of her vision were going fuzzy.
The golden haired man was quite beautiful, with sharp, green eyes and
gold curls that tried to spill from their bindings at the back of his
neck. He was slim and tall, though not too tall and for all his
slimness he was still visibly strong.
He said her name almost questioningly, offering his hand to her, still
too far away to touch her.
Ami gripped the fence, linking her fingers through the mesh. She had
to hang on. Ami tried to gain control over her body, as her vision
became blurrier and blurrier. She risked looking at the man who had
chased her. She couldn't see clearly, but she felt threatened by his
posture, she was sure she could almost see a sword in his hand, a
sword that was clearly meant for her.
What had made her wish for him, this wonderful man who seemed to only
desire fear and pain for her? Why did he keep saying her name, like
he knew her. Like he truly knew her, with her faults and
achievements. Like he knew how worthless her existence as a person
was.
The green eyed man stood still. His arms hanging loosely at his
sides, his hands curled slightly, relaxed and unthreatening. He
didn't move. Not one step closer to the girl, nor one step away from
her.
The blue haired girl leant against the fence, her eyes hesitantly
closing out the spinning world about her. Her death grip on the fence
had started loosen, she was losing herself.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Startled, the man darted away, leaving Ami to succumb to
unconsciousness, alone with her watch, as it sounded the hour.