Author: Cryla Moorin
Story: Broken Reflections: Use it Well
Line: Sailor Moon
Blurb: 'What if the Moon Bunny finally had enough?
Chapter 8
Hotaru beaconed me to 'sally forth' but to allow her time to paint a clear picture of recent events for those who really should be executed, if simply on principle. For all her earnest pleading, I knew watching them die again would only be a burden unless it was I who did the deed, Baby and me, we alone.
I knew the others would gather in thier way to watch; this didn't bring me any worry. They would never dream of interfering, for destroying them is my right. No, the only one of our band who would ever interfere is my damnable, bloody, fractal sister, Kayle, the Immortal, the Chosen; the only one who would have understood this necessity of vengence, this cumpulsion to cleanse the world and my soul of thier lying hearts. I would prefer having them die initially ignorant; then for all eternity force them to meditate on why I would force them to sacrifice thier lives in this manner.
But the rest have put thier feet down, I suppose allowing them to know my reasoning, then as they beg for my mercy and forgiveness deny them as the pompous traitors take thier final breaths. Perhaps this end is more fitting and just. Eitehr way, I intend for all ten to line up like marble soldiers, military precision, a testament to my limits as a weak diplomat.
Hotaru, beautiful angel that she is, took me by the hand and lead me silently into the Cherry Hill Temple. Rather an apt location for the final demise of the original Sailor Scouts. I can remember laughing at the irony of this situation, when those flea-ridden pets belonging to Mars flew at me. Whether in warning or in greeting, I still couldn't care less. Thier warm blood, unfortunately, soiled Baby, but the consequential silver lining: Hotaru now had the paint she required.
Mars ran outside as one of the bird's heads fell at her feet. The grief, pure and destructive to her soul, swept over her like a tidal wave. Had she been anyone else, I would have felt anything but the sinister glee, eminating from me even now.
The rest of the Putrid Punks came at the animal sounds reverberating through the religious yard. Mercury fell beside her, good-old-Mercury, always needing to aid the fallen, though she never aided me. Jupiter calling out some nonsense about a 'diamond pod' or some such already obliterated foe. Lastly, Venus, although she physically resembles me, she is a fool like, the rest. She, of the rest, understood she would die by her queen's hand.
Hotaru stepped forward, bird blood dripping from her brush. "Of the eleven, only you four remain. Mamoru, Haruka, Luna, Artemis, Michiru and Setsuna have all failed. Will you succeed and be gifted once again with your lives?" Her haunting voice, though soft as always, rang through the yard. "I gave you fair warning when I left her diary behind. Yet none, but Motoki, heeded it. What say each of you, in your defense?"
Mars surprised me, still crying over the no longer animated wretches, launched herself at me, blinded by her tears adn her hatred for my actions. I was left unsatified; it was simply to quick, even the eternally frozen moment when Baby sliced into her cheating heart and her freakish blood bathed my hands. Having her die smiling robbed me.
Mercury, brainy bitch, robbed me, as well. She calmly walked up and stated, in her overly-flowery language that in her heart of hearts she had failed at what mattered most, her friendship with me. She willed her lifeforce to the damn albatross. I had planned to gorge Baby on her powerful soul. Pity.
Jupiter, the amazon slut, merely awaited my judgement. Again, I was robbed.
Venus never took her eyes off the bracelet, identical to mine, a tangible symbol of the true friendship we shared.
I couldn't complete my boon, to destroy them all. Those eleven who plagued me, who never believed in me, never knew me. I turned my back on them and simlpy called for the sick bastard. Her eyes were laughing at me. She knew, had always known, perhaps. I couldn't take thier souls, nor thier lives. These four were my friends, Like Kayle, Naru, Hotaru and Malachyne. These, who of the four, two were dead by my hand and thiers, who truly knew me, truly cared. I wanted them back.
"So, you have learned, Little Sister. But to change one death, you must change the rest. Is it still worth it?" She stared down at me. Knowing as I pondered the crossroads, my decision would alter the course of innumerable lives.
"Yes."
So. Here, I sit, at the table in Rei's room, writing in my journal, explaining what only a few remember, living side by side with my friendsand harrassing Mamoru every morning as we bump into each other on the street.
Sincerely,
Serena
Story: Broken Reflections: Use it Well
Line: Sailor Moon
Blurb: 'What if the Moon Bunny finally had enough?
Chapter 8
Hotaru beaconed me to 'sally forth' but to allow her time to paint a clear picture of recent events for those who really should be executed, if simply on principle. For all her earnest pleading, I knew watching them die again would only be a burden unless it was I who did the deed, Baby and me, we alone.
I knew the others would gather in thier way to watch; this didn't bring me any worry. They would never dream of interfering, for destroying them is my right. No, the only one of our band who would ever interfere is my damnable, bloody, fractal sister, Kayle, the Immortal, the Chosen; the only one who would have understood this necessity of vengence, this cumpulsion to cleanse the world and my soul of thier lying hearts. I would prefer having them die initially ignorant; then for all eternity force them to meditate on why I would force them to sacrifice thier lives in this manner.
But the rest have put thier feet down, I suppose allowing them to know my reasoning, then as they beg for my mercy and forgiveness deny them as the pompous traitors take thier final breaths. Perhaps this end is more fitting and just. Eitehr way, I intend for all ten to line up like marble soldiers, military precision, a testament to my limits as a weak diplomat.
Hotaru, beautiful angel that she is, took me by the hand and lead me silently into the Cherry Hill Temple. Rather an apt location for the final demise of the original Sailor Scouts. I can remember laughing at the irony of this situation, when those flea-ridden pets belonging to Mars flew at me. Whether in warning or in greeting, I still couldn't care less. Thier warm blood, unfortunately, soiled Baby, but the consequential silver lining: Hotaru now had the paint she required.
Mars ran outside as one of the bird's heads fell at her feet. The grief, pure and destructive to her soul, swept over her like a tidal wave. Had she been anyone else, I would have felt anything but the sinister glee, eminating from me even now.
The rest of the Putrid Punks came at the animal sounds reverberating through the religious yard. Mercury fell beside her, good-old-Mercury, always needing to aid the fallen, though she never aided me. Jupiter calling out some nonsense about a 'diamond pod' or some such already obliterated foe. Lastly, Venus, although she physically resembles me, she is a fool like, the rest. She, of the rest, understood she would die by her queen's hand.
Hotaru stepped forward, bird blood dripping from her brush. "Of the eleven, only you four remain. Mamoru, Haruka, Luna, Artemis, Michiru and Setsuna have all failed. Will you succeed and be gifted once again with your lives?" Her haunting voice, though soft as always, rang through the yard. "I gave you fair warning when I left her diary behind. Yet none, but Motoki, heeded it. What say each of you, in your defense?"
Mars surprised me, still crying over the no longer animated wretches, launched herself at me, blinded by her tears adn her hatred for my actions. I was left unsatified; it was simply to quick, even the eternally frozen moment when Baby sliced into her cheating heart and her freakish blood bathed my hands. Having her die smiling robbed me.
Mercury, brainy bitch, robbed me, as well. She calmly walked up and stated, in her overly-flowery language that in her heart of hearts she had failed at what mattered most, her friendship with me. She willed her lifeforce to the damn albatross. I had planned to gorge Baby on her powerful soul. Pity.
Jupiter, the amazon slut, merely awaited my judgement. Again, I was robbed.
Venus never took her eyes off the bracelet, identical to mine, a tangible symbol of the true friendship we shared.
I couldn't complete my boon, to destroy them all. Those eleven who plagued me, who never believed in me, never knew me. I turned my back on them and simlpy called for the sick bastard. Her eyes were laughing at me. She knew, had always known, perhaps. I couldn't take thier souls, nor thier lives. These four were my friends, Like Kayle, Naru, Hotaru and Malachyne. These, who of the four, two were dead by my hand and thiers, who truly knew me, truly cared. I wanted them back.
"So, you have learned, Little Sister. But to change one death, you must change the rest. Is it still worth it?" She stared down at me. Knowing as I pondered the crossroads, my decision would alter the course of innumerable lives.
"Yes."
So. Here, I sit, at the table in Rei's room, writing in my journal, explaining what only a few remember, living side by side with my friendsand harrassing Mamoru every morning as we bump into each other on the street.
Sincerely,
Serena