Title: Through the Camera and Into the Picture
Part 2:3
By: Ami D'Aqua
Email: ami_daqua@hotmail.com
Series: Sailor Moon
Rating: PG-12
Author's Note: yet another short one. how does it feel? ...*muhaha, it's designed that way* Anyway, I am working with the efficiency of a steam engine and the inspiration of Einstein! This much encouraged by "saint123"'s frequent reviewing and "mila"'s encouragement, and all the lovely people who have bothered to review this one! Gotta love u people, u build up my confidence as a fan fiction writer! *I see all you guy roll your eyes*,
Disclaimers: I wish, but wishes almost never come true, and in this case it will never come true.
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ The Past: Where the Road Turns and the Wrong Choice Is Removed By Destiny ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
How did she let herself get into such a situation? What is the point of being good, honorable, and moralistic if it would only bring her into trouble? Oh, if she had just stayed in her quarters that night, if she had just not gone to the police! God, why her? Tell her that! She hit on the bars and her fists hurt.
A police-man came to open her cell, and lead her to the interrogation room. He saw her anger, sadness, and fear, and he looked at her apolegically. He didn't cuff her, just lead her to the room where a man in a suit, his Lieutenant, and a tape recorder where waiting. The cop closed the door, leaving the room. Serena straightened her nun's dress before sitting with the men.
"I am chief detective Graham, from the state criminal department," he introduced himself, Serena just nodded. "Now, I understand that you have just witnessed the murder of one of the girls in Saint Mary School. Would you care to re-tell your story?"
"Graham you already heard-" the Lieutenant tried to spare Serena.
"Precede, Sister!" the detective ordered.
Serena complied. "Well," she started, "I had just woken up from a nightmare, and was afraid of staying in my room so I decided to go to the chapel outside my quarters to pray. The night was clear and I could see the stars, so on my way I decided to try finding constellations. That was when I head something moving on the other side of the bushes, and I felt some restless vibes. I thought that I was about to catch a fellow sister, whom I've long suspected of having a secret love affair with a priest. So because of that I shamelessly shoved my head into the bushes. I swear that if I'd known what I'd be seeing I wouldn't have looked.
"There were three men: a short skinny one, a big fat one, and another skinny man, slightly taller than the short one. The big guy was holding Marry-Ann, and the tall one was aiming the gun at her. The short guy was talking."
"He talked about Marry-Ann's father. He said her father didn't sell the drugs or give them the money. That Mr. Fontiti was running away and that he forgot that they could do the same thing to Marry-Ann as they did to her mother. They asked her where the drugs were, but she didn't know. So the short guy ordered the tall one to shoot. And he shot, with one really weird gun! It didn't even make any noise; I just saw a red beam and there was blood all over her, and she was gone!
"That was when I realized that she had actually been killed and I ran to tell the police."
"Good," Graham said. "You can identify those men?"
"I will know them anywhere! God, there was a street light just a few feet from where the action took place!"
"Well," Graham went one. "Since they didn't see you, perhaps you'd like to spy for us---"
"Oh, no, Sir! I can't do that. I'm a nun!"
"Think about it, Sister!" he insisted walking up and down the room. "You are in danger now.they don't know who you are.yet. but they are smarter than the average criminal: they will find you and finish you off. I suggest that you quit the church for sometime at least, if not forever!
"You are the only one who saw them- with a little training you could then find them and find out who their bosses are and work your way up the hierarchy to the big ones," the detective lit his pipe and smoked. "Do this for Mary-Ann and for many other who are on the dying list! If you decide to work for us you will get a temporary spy identity, we will delete your real identity for as long as you work with us. When the mafia doesn't find you, they'll think that you're dead already. When we catch them you'll be free to quit and we'll reactivate your files again."
"Sir, I can't-"
"Think of all the lives you will save, you have until tomorrow morning," Graham finished walking out of the room.
Back in her cell, Serena noticed that in the cell in front of hers was a man. She stared at him for a while, absentmindedly.
He turned to face her and said: "You were a warrior princess in you past life. The best, most selfless, dutiful one." The man was a woman, he had a womanly voice. He was dressed like a gypsy man, but he was a woman. This piece of though was proved when he introduced himself. "The name's Amara."
"Pleased to meet you," Serena answered.
"Terrible evil spreading upon earth. Sailor Moon will fight it. Her heart is weak, her prince is no more. She has not the heart to fight for her wish will never be in this lifetime.but she knows it is her duty to save earth and her people. She becomes Serenity- she might die but the evil will die with her."
Serena was stunned. A fortune teller- the second one to say that she was a princess and to talk about a Serenity. From that moment she knew that she should accept Graham's offer- 'I might die but the evil will come with me. It's my duty to save my people. My wish will never be this lifetime.I certainly hope that there are other lifetimes then.' It was all clear to Serena. She smiled at Amara.
"Why are you here?" she asked the stranger.
"I hit some guy who was forcing my girlfriend, Michelle, to kiss him."
"You know Michelle? She told my fortune three years ago, but as far as I know she lives alone."
"Yeah," she answered, "I'm racing cars most of the year- I'll be off as soon as my knee heals."
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Well. if you're smart you'll notice a pattern by now. Ami the AMP
Author's Note: yet another short one. how does it feel? ...*muhaha, it's designed that way* Anyway, I am working with the efficiency of a steam engine and the inspiration of Einstein! This much encouraged by "saint123"'s frequent reviewing and "mila"'s encouragement, and all the lovely people who have bothered to review this one! Gotta love u people, u build up my confidence as a fan fiction writer! *I see all you guy roll your eyes*,
Disclaimers: I wish, but wishes almost never come true, and in this case it will never come true.
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ The Past: Where the Road Turns and the Wrong Choice Is Removed By Destiny ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
How did she let herself get into such a situation? What is the point of being good, honorable, and moralistic if it would only bring her into trouble? Oh, if she had just stayed in her quarters that night, if she had just not gone to the police! God, why her? Tell her that! She hit on the bars and her fists hurt.
A police-man came to open her cell, and lead her to the interrogation room. He saw her anger, sadness, and fear, and he looked at her apolegically. He didn't cuff her, just lead her to the room where a man in a suit, his Lieutenant, and a tape recorder where waiting. The cop closed the door, leaving the room. Serena straightened her nun's dress before sitting with the men.
"I am chief detective Graham, from the state criminal department," he introduced himself, Serena just nodded. "Now, I understand that you have just witnessed the murder of one of the girls in Saint Mary School. Would you care to re-tell your story?"
"Graham you already heard-" the Lieutenant tried to spare Serena.
"Precede, Sister!" the detective ordered.
Serena complied. "Well," she started, "I had just woken up from a nightmare, and was afraid of staying in my room so I decided to go to the chapel outside my quarters to pray. The night was clear and I could see the stars, so on my way I decided to try finding constellations. That was when I head something moving on the other side of the bushes, and I felt some restless vibes. I thought that I was about to catch a fellow sister, whom I've long suspected of having a secret love affair with a priest. So because of that I shamelessly shoved my head into the bushes. I swear that if I'd known what I'd be seeing I wouldn't have looked.
"There were three men: a short skinny one, a big fat one, and another skinny man, slightly taller than the short one. The big guy was holding Marry-Ann, and the tall one was aiming the gun at her. The short guy was talking."
"He talked about Marry-Ann's father. He said her father didn't sell the drugs or give them the money. That Mr. Fontiti was running away and that he forgot that they could do the same thing to Marry-Ann as they did to her mother. They asked her where the drugs were, but she didn't know. So the short guy ordered the tall one to shoot. And he shot, with one really weird gun! It didn't even make any noise; I just saw a red beam and there was blood all over her, and she was gone!
"That was when I realized that she had actually been killed and I ran to tell the police."
"Good," Graham said. "You can identify those men?"
"I will know them anywhere! God, there was a street light just a few feet from where the action took place!"
"Well," Graham went one. "Since they didn't see you, perhaps you'd like to spy for us---"
"Oh, no, Sir! I can't do that. I'm a nun!"
"Think about it, Sister!" he insisted walking up and down the room. "You are in danger now.they don't know who you are.yet. but they are smarter than the average criminal: they will find you and finish you off. I suggest that you quit the church for sometime at least, if not forever!
"You are the only one who saw them- with a little training you could then find them and find out who their bosses are and work your way up the hierarchy to the big ones," the detective lit his pipe and smoked. "Do this for Mary-Ann and for many other who are on the dying list! If you decide to work for us you will get a temporary spy identity, we will delete your real identity for as long as you work with us. When the mafia doesn't find you, they'll think that you're dead already. When we catch them you'll be free to quit and we'll reactivate your files again."
"Sir, I can't-"
"Think of all the lives you will save, you have until tomorrow morning," Graham finished walking out of the room.
Back in her cell, Serena noticed that in the cell in front of hers was a man. She stared at him for a while, absentmindedly.
He turned to face her and said: "You were a warrior princess in you past life. The best, most selfless, dutiful one." The man was a woman, he had a womanly voice. He was dressed like a gypsy man, but he was a woman. This piece of though was proved when he introduced himself. "The name's Amara."
"Pleased to meet you," Serena answered.
"Terrible evil spreading upon earth. Sailor Moon will fight it. Her heart is weak, her prince is no more. She has not the heart to fight for her wish will never be in this lifetime.but she knows it is her duty to save earth and her people. She becomes Serenity- she might die but the evil will die with her."
Serena was stunned. A fortune teller- the second one to say that she was a princess and to talk about a Serenity. From that moment she knew that she should accept Graham's offer- 'I might die but the evil will come with me. It's my duty to save my people. My wish will never be this lifetime.I certainly hope that there are other lifetimes then.' It was all clear to Serena. She smiled at Amara.
"Why are you here?" she asked the stranger.
"I hit some guy who was forcing my girlfriend, Michelle, to kiss him."
"You know Michelle? She told my fortune three years ago, but as far as I know she lives alone."
"Yeah," she answered, "I'm racing cars most of the year- I'll be off as soon as my knee heals."
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Well. if you're smart you'll notice a pattern by now. Ami the AMP
