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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.

This particular chapter was written by Hailey McCarthy-Goode

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In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

chapter 2 ~AWE!

Before his very eyes her transformation had begun and as he stood in

absolute awe, in a quick second she had become a new. Her dark blue

pants and silky lavender shirt had changed into a school girls outfit

on acid.

He swung his blade once more, not even wanting to notice what she had

done right then and there. He didn't think for one second of it

before the rage inside of him had boiled over, spreading heat vapidly

through his cold, blue veins. His strong mind and frail body surged

with energy and life as he realized that she dared to defy him. Yet,

she had easily leapt over the quick strike of the glimmering blade

and had kicked him square in the nose.

His vital life juices flowed in a river out of his flaming nostrils.

His sweat trickled evenly down his high forehead and newly strung-out

body.

Her hair dangled in the wind as she landed with the ease of a flower

petal, and as beautiful. He had hoped, at that moment that there

would be more to come. He enjoyed the challenge. But, she stood

silently. Her deep, violet eyes stared him down. She saw straight

through him. Her mind wondered for a brief moment in time who this

person may be. Was he one of the nega-forces minions? No, too strange

looking, although there have been a few that weren't that hot.

"Who, or what are you? Speak to me now for I am sailor Saturn,

protector of Earth, and I will strike at you if you come any closer."

The tall, black clothed man hung his head slowly down. He started to

chuckle. The chuckle turned slowly into evil, hysterical laughter.

His eyes glimmered in the soft sun. Black and cold. Ready. They

rolled around in their loose sockets as his head leapt to the sky and

his laughter reflected his perfect insanity.

"YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHO I AM! HAH! HAH, HAH! HAH!" he leapt into

the air and sliced through it with mass precision. His shiny blade

slit slightly into her white and purple glove. It sunk into her soft

skin as he dragged it along. She shrieked in agony. The cold steel

blade sunk deeply into her skin as he stared at her motionless. Her

lips curved out to the sides in a shrieking grimace. Blood slowly

poured from her newly cut wound, blade still in. A tear fell softly

through her partly closed eyes. The pain lingers through her body.

Her forehead shriveled up into massive wrinkles with her cries of

pain. He counted every bead of sweat on her cold, snowy white face.

The sun cast a shadow upon her as it set in the distant west, just

behind her.

He slid the blade out and found himself running to catch her before

she fell to the hard concrete below. His arm smoothly caught her

lightweight body as it frumpled lifelessly. A body. He felt her chest

to see if his victim had so easily fallen. The case wasn't so. Her

chest rose and fell, rose and fell as he felt it under his trembling

fingers.

He lifted her and gazed down at the lonely city. Morbid and

disgusting. Laughing at him as he slowly walked down the hillside to

his lonely abode. His victim hung lifelessly over his thin, bony

shoulders. She would meet a fate not to be wanted, but inevitable in

that little shack on a corrupted street. And later, in his dreams, he

would remember how it had been so easy to walk down the hill, through

the dirty city, to his street, with her smooth body flailing on his

body, the purple skirt bouncing in the light air.

Home.