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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 24 ~the last victim~



Hotaru's feet rested sternly on the floor. Her sopping wet fuku

covered by the trench coat and cape. The water danced on the

concrete, in Hotaru's towering silhouette. She gazed at the man who

was harnessed into the strenuous looking device. His soft, blonde

hair fell in front of his tantalizing eyes as his head slumped to his

chest. His glasses shimmered in the dull light of the room, the light

reflected from them formed two small round dots on the floor of pure

light.

Hotaru walked sullenly to the bound man. Johnny stepped up to

Hotaru, holding an incandescent blade. He held it out to Hotaru's

waiting hands.

She held the immaculate blade. Hotaru's hand stroked the

harshly corrugated edge and her finger skirted the jagged side. A

freshly cut wound seeped crimson blood.

The head of the man tipped back in his restraints. His silver

eyes glinted from behind his thickly dirtied lenses. A pale shiver

traveled through Hotaru's silky body.

Hotaru's purple eyes were fixed upon the man's limp body. The

restraints bore into the man's skin. His veins throbbed perpetually

as his fists tightened.

Hotaru raised the blade to the man's face. The extreme edge

of the knife whispering on the soft skin of her victim. Skirting his

skin and cutting just slightly into it. A trickled of blood ran down his

slender face as he looked through his spectacles into Hotaru's un-

waning stare. A tear fell delicately down from his placid eyes and

pooled with his vermilion blood only to fall in a stream to the floor.

The blade grazed his tightened arms, as it dug deeper and

deeper the longer it went.

"Hotaru?" His soft voice tumbled from his plush lips.

Hotaru's blank stare was streaked with life for one second, then the

blade was thrust even deeper. The man showed no sign of pain. In

fact, his fists unclenched and his veins drifted back beneath his

harsh skin. A tear fell once more.

"Hotaru… please…" His voice whispered slowly. The barrier was broken

as Hotaru turned around and gazed at `Nny's gleaming smile and Hotaru

turned back to her victim. Her eyes becoming blank, glossy surfaces

once more, the blade digging much deeper.

Her free hand was grasped by her victims' as he yelled.

"HOTARU!"

"Papa…" The thoughts were coming back, slowly. She gazed at the man's

bleeding face. His eyes obstructed by the tears, but through the

surface, she could see.

Hotaru thrust the blade once more into her fathers arm, but it went

straight through this time as she screamed…

"PAPA! Please papa… help me… what have I become…" Her glare

retreating from life to her non-existence as she twirled the blade in

it's spot.

Johnny observed Hotaru's sudden changes and wondered how long it

would last. How much longer would she be his.

…FOREVER NNY, forever…

… Because that's what you want… Rev. Meat taunted.

A tear fell from Hotaru's warped eyes.

Blood seared through her gloves. She felt it. Wet. Volatile. Blood of

her kindred.

"HOTARU!" Soichi's veins bulged in his neck as he screamed at his

daughter. "YOU'RE ALMOST THERE. HEAR MY VOICE. HEAR ME. HOTARU!"

Hailey McCarthy-Goode