Well hello! Okay this is my second fanfic and I want you to be as
harsh as you possibly can on me! Just try and be Simon for a moment. LOL! I
want to improve and I need all the criticism I can get! (But if it's all
good then let me know too). All of you that have read my fanfic FOREVER
CONDEMNED know how much I love to be dramatic and to make my characters
suffer but of course I also love romance. (Those of you reading this on
aria'sink.com FOREVER CONDEMNED is located at ff.net) okay well let me stop
typing before you get bored. Oh and by the way this is going to be rated
between R and NC-17.
The damned DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sailormoon
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A cool breeze blew across the grassy slopes inside the cemetery's confinement. Ominous clouds hovered up above with the threat of rain. It was a dreary place to be on a day such as this. It felt as if you were connecting with the dead just by being there. It would send anyone running and screaming bloody-murder.
Still the girl remained staring at the two black coffins, which contained her parent's dead limbs. No one had come. Not one single person appeared to mourn the tremendous loss of her loving guardians.
The white roses she had brought were now trembling wildly in her hands as she quietly and for the millionth time burst out in tears. She remembered how beautiful her mother used to be with her silver hair and dazzling opal eyes that would change color depending on the cloth she wore or the place she was at or the mood she was in. Her father had been very handsome as well with his sleek chocolate colored hair and sparkling ocean blue eyes.
The rose's thorns were now digging into the palm of her hand causing droplets of blood to fall atop the very well polished coffins along with her salty tears. She hated her parents for leaving her, hated that she never got to say good-bye.
She remembered when they had first arrived at the estate. Tall, orderly and stiff men wearing tuxedoes had barged into her house and destroyed her happiness. They sat her down and told her that during their vacation her parents had encountered an 'accident' and that they had not survived. At first her head started to spin and she felt nauseous and out of whack. They repeated it once more and that's when she felt it. Her whole world shattered at that moment. She could hear the noise the pieces made as they hit rock bottom never to be the same again.
Her hands now became white and red as she proceeded to add more pressure in holding the roses. The thorns were now buried deep into the girl's palms and yet she did not feel a thing. Her body was numb and at any moment she would feel the need to faint.
A noise made her turn her head and there coming towards her were the same three men that had shattered her perfect world. She made no effort to cease her tears for she did not have a reason as to look presentable to them. She had no reason to look presentable to anyone. She had no reason to live.
" Miss Serena Sinclair you will have to come with us," said the tallest man in a strict and flat tone of voice.
" What?" Serena asked in a daze. What did they mean ' come with us'? She wanted to stay with her parents. She wanted to lay down and die with them. She felt scared and just wanted to run but her feet wouldn't move. They felt like they were stuck in a block of cement.
" We have an order to take you down town to St. Marie's child care facility," answered the man stepping closer and grabbing her arm. She looked at her arm and then at the man, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
Child care facility? Yea right! That was just a euphemism for an orphanage and by god she would not let these stiff old bastards lock her up in one of those child asylums.
The rumors she'd heard about those places, especially St. Marie's was enough to make you cry. As if she hadn't done that enough already. They say that the food is inedible even for pigs, and that if you made the tiniest mistake you would be locked up in some dark cold room with cockroaches and worms just ready to gnaw at your flesh. Just thinking about it made her skin break out in bumps.
" No! I will not go to some.some.dirty unlivable place! I wont! I'm going to stay here with my parents and die beside them!" she started choking on the last words as more tears started to drip slowly down her cheeks. She was going up in frenzy as she tried to wrest her hand away from the man who kept ruining her life. The man gave the other clones a look and they came up and grabbed both of Serena's arms. They started dragging her away from the two coffins that had still needed to be buried beneath layers of moldy earth.
" No! Don't take me! Mom, Dad! Please let me go," she begged trying her hardest to escape the number of hands that held her back. Her mind started racing and she felt a headache coming on due to all her screaming and crying. She needed to escape. She had to run. She wanted to die she felt so alone and so hapless. She now went into a wild hysteric kicking and screaming and twisting. All the blood was rushing to her head and she knew she was about to faint so with one last look at the coffins she was knocked out.
The white roses she had held throughout the entire time now lay on the damp ground almost petal-less. The thorns marked with the blood of the girl's hand. Slowly but efficiently the roses burned into a quick flame just as the girl was being thrown in the car. It was as if done by magic.
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Well.what did you think? Yes, no, maybe so? Well let me know! LOL! Feel free to e-mail me at ssmoon6300@aol.com. Thanks and stay tuned in for the next chapter.
The damned DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sailormoon
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A cool breeze blew across the grassy slopes inside the cemetery's confinement. Ominous clouds hovered up above with the threat of rain. It was a dreary place to be on a day such as this. It felt as if you were connecting with the dead just by being there. It would send anyone running and screaming bloody-murder.
Still the girl remained staring at the two black coffins, which contained her parent's dead limbs. No one had come. Not one single person appeared to mourn the tremendous loss of her loving guardians.
The white roses she had brought were now trembling wildly in her hands as she quietly and for the millionth time burst out in tears. She remembered how beautiful her mother used to be with her silver hair and dazzling opal eyes that would change color depending on the cloth she wore or the place she was at or the mood she was in. Her father had been very handsome as well with his sleek chocolate colored hair and sparkling ocean blue eyes.
The rose's thorns were now digging into the palm of her hand causing droplets of blood to fall atop the very well polished coffins along with her salty tears. She hated her parents for leaving her, hated that she never got to say good-bye.
She remembered when they had first arrived at the estate. Tall, orderly and stiff men wearing tuxedoes had barged into her house and destroyed her happiness. They sat her down and told her that during their vacation her parents had encountered an 'accident' and that they had not survived. At first her head started to spin and she felt nauseous and out of whack. They repeated it once more and that's when she felt it. Her whole world shattered at that moment. She could hear the noise the pieces made as they hit rock bottom never to be the same again.
Her hands now became white and red as she proceeded to add more pressure in holding the roses. The thorns were now buried deep into the girl's palms and yet she did not feel a thing. Her body was numb and at any moment she would feel the need to faint.
A noise made her turn her head and there coming towards her were the same three men that had shattered her perfect world. She made no effort to cease her tears for she did not have a reason as to look presentable to them. She had no reason to look presentable to anyone. She had no reason to live.
" Miss Serena Sinclair you will have to come with us," said the tallest man in a strict and flat tone of voice.
" What?" Serena asked in a daze. What did they mean ' come with us'? She wanted to stay with her parents. She wanted to lay down and die with them. She felt scared and just wanted to run but her feet wouldn't move. They felt like they were stuck in a block of cement.
" We have an order to take you down town to St. Marie's child care facility," answered the man stepping closer and grabbing her arm. She looked at her arm and then at the man, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
Child care facility? Yea right! That was just a euphemism for an orphanage and by god she would not let these stiff old bastards lock her up in one of those child asylums.
The rumors she'd heard about those places, especially St. Marie's was enough to make you cry. As if she hadn't done that enough already. They say that the food is inedible even for pigs, and that if you made the tiniest mistake you would be locked up in some dark cold room with cockroaches and worms just ready to gnaw at your flesh. Just thinking about it made her skin break out in bumps.
" No! I will not go to some.some.dirty unlivable place! I wont! I'm going to stay here with my parents and die beside them!" she started choking on the last words as more tears started to drip slowly down her cheeks. She was going up in frenzy as she tried to wrest her hand away from the man who kept ruining her life. The man gave the other clones a look and they came up and grabbed both of Serena's arms. They started dragging her away from the two coffins that had still needed to be buried beneath layers of moldy earth.
" No! Don't take me! Mom, Dad! Please let me go," she begged trying her hardest to escape the number of hands that held her back. Her mind started racing and she felt a headache coming on due to all her screaming and crying. She needed to escape. She had to run. She wanted to die she felt so alone and so hapless. She now went into a wild hysteric kicking and screaming and twisting. All the blood was rushing to her head and she knew she was about to faint so with one last look at the coffins she was knocked out.
The white roses she had held throughout the entire time now lay on the damp ground almost petal-less. The thorns marked with the blood of the girl's hand. Slowly but efficiently the roses burned into a quick flame just as the girl was being thrown in the car. It was as if done by magic.
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Well.what did you think? Yes, no, maybe so? Well let me know! LOL! Feel free to e-mail me at ssmoon6300@aol.com. Thanks and stay tuned in for the next chapter.
