An: I hope everyone enjoys this little fic, it's a prologue…hopefully. If I get enough encouragement to continue with this fic it could become a story but it will probably remain a prologue for some time, so *coughs* Tell a friend! *coughs* Some parts of this prologue will use grammar like a child, but please excuse those; they are just for the effect. Anyway, please enjoy the prologue to 'An Endless Night'.
Disclaimer: I do not; have accepted that I never will, but still wish I did own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi, Kodanashi, Dic, Mixx, and all those other producers who are in business with Mrs. Takeuchi have the rights and documents to prove they own at least the part of it they manufacture.
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An Endless Night
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The chill wind swept by, tossing the blonde waves of an innocent eight-year old child's hair into her eyes. Biting the inside of her cheek, the tiny girl looked around with wide, innocent, and fearful eyes. Everyone seemed to be closing in on her, cornering her into her own section of the crowd. That was when she started to recognize the faces of those cornering her.
Her father's eyes seemed dark and evil, burning coals with a light she didn't recognize nor care to. Her aunt stood beside her father, smiling as genuinely as she could, which still appeared fake and transparent on her fault-less face. Her aunt would have been beautiful, if her lovely auburn hair hadn't been put up into those tight braids and buns all the time, and her features hadn't always been a false smile hiding a darker smirk of triumph.
Why was her Papa and Aunt Veran approaching her so menacingly? Had she gotten into trouble again? She hadn't meant to spill her grape-juice that one time a few months back, but maybe now that they had found the purple splotch in the tablecloth usually hidden behind the convenient flower basket she always tried to keep filled. No, her Papa and Auntie didn't look upset with her, they looked almost…hungry?
Taking a cautious step back, her eyes watering and her form trembling, she asked in a choked an small voice, "Papa?"
This seemed to anger her father as he lunged forward, trying to grab her arm. The crowd that had been there a moment before seemed to have dissipated, leaving her trapped between an alley entrance and her angry father and hungry aunt.
Running over her options in her head, little Serena made a choice. Turning around she ran into the dark alley looming all too dangerously in front of her.
The sound of swift footsteps, one high-pitched like heels and one flat like boots followed her retreat.
Dashing through the dirty place, she dodged a piece of cardboard and dived behind a dumpster, hoping they wouldn't find her. Where was her Papa, this wasn't her Papa. Her papa would never chase her just because he was unhappy with her, he was too…what was the word? Sosistic…no…So-fist-stick-ate-ted…yes, that was the word, sophisticated. So why was her running after her now?
Trying to slow down her racing heart, she noticed the footsteps trailing her had slowed down now and were approaching the area the dumpster was in. A low chuckle filled the fenced-in alley.
"Come out Serena…we just want to play with you for a little while. What are you running away from? We have candy just for you, a bubblegum lollipop, your favorite…" he hissed when the girl didn't show herself.
Serena on the other hand wasn't even interested in his candy. Her favorite lollipop flavor WASN'T bubblegum, it was cherry. Besides that, her father would never buy her anything like toys or candy. And most importantly, she wouldn't move from where she was for fear of what would happen to her if she did…
The more she thought about it, the more her breathing became labored as she tried to breathe quietly. What was wrong with her papa, she wanted her papa back…
"Serena I'm not going to ask you nicely again. Come out or I'll find you, and force you to." His voice was colder than usual, hard and uncaring.
Serena prayed for her heart to be quiet, it seemed it was the loudest thing in the alley now, pumping a mile a minute.
Snickering, Veran looked at the dumpster knowingly, mentally telling Kenji where to find Serena. A smirk of evil crossed the man's face as he took slow precise steps to the dumpster. Peering over the dumpster lid at the blonde head below, he cooed. "Found you…"
AN: Review please! I need to know if I should continue with this story or let it drop. I did it as a one-part thing, but if people actually like it, I'll continue. I can't stress it enough, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
