Sailor Moon
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
Rated: PG-13
By: NeoMoon
Edited By: R Savage
Chapter Thirty-One:
Ami sat in the nurse's lounge for what seemed to be forever. She held the warm mug of Coco in
her hands, close to her chest, and stared out of the large window. It amazed her how the
hospital had remained untouched, as if whatever had caused this disaster had purposely left this
place alone. She smiled at that thought and almost laughed. It was really stupid of her to
actually think that something natural, something that had no thought could have chosen to leave
the hospital be.
The door creaked open behind her; she paid it no mind, and kept looking out the window, hoping
for something, anything that would tell her everything would be fine. Hell right now she would
have been happy to see . . . Usagi!
The mug dropped from her hand, the Coco spilling to the floor, burning her bandaged foot. She
stumbled closer to the window, resting her hands against it as she strained to get a better look.
Then she cursed silently at her foolishness. It was only a bird, it had to have been, there was
no way that Usagi could still produce the wings, no way.
"Are - are you alright?" Asked a voice from behind her.
Ami turned and smiled at the young nurse that stood by the door, a wary yet concerned look
creasing her smooth features. "I just thought I saw something."
The woman nodded. "If you don't mind, a girl was just found outside the emergency gate." The
woman paused, then continued. "Its really odd, but we're all busy would you . . ."
Ami nodded, and left the lounge, the woman leading her to a small screening room.
Hotoru cursed slightly as she walked through the wreaked remains of her and Setsuna's home. She
bent down and picked up a fragment of a porcelain figure that had, at one point been the base of
one of her favorite lamps. She shook her head as she looked at the figure of a ballerina, and
quickly shoved it in one of the many pockets that lined her trench coat. She stood slowly and
looked over at Usa who was leaning against the door, her arms crossed, and a cigarette hanging in
her mouth.
Hotoru turned to the door and walked out of the room, Usa following closely after.
"Do you want to check on Usagi's family?" She asked, her voice almost part of the breeze.
"No." Usa said simply as they reached the light pole, and the blonde girl who was leaning
against it.
"You're going to think I'm nuts," Minako said as she pushed off the light pole. "But do you mind
if I bum one of those."
Usa laughed behind her. "I already think you're nuts, so don't worry."
She stood alone in the hospital, everyone was gone, but they really weren't. She could still
hear them, could still feel them as they passed her in the halls. She just couldn't see them.
Chi didn't really know what was happening couldn't really understand how at one moment she had
been talking to the rather mean head nurse of the ER, and the next minute be standing alone in
the hall that lead to the morgue.
She took a deep breath, and stepped forward.
Ami smiled as she entered the screening room and saw the girl leaning on the cot that had been
placed there for her. She knelt down and looked at the girl more closely. She could understand
the other nurse's amazement, the girl's legs were both broken, and with the bruise on her head,
she couldn't have made it to the hospital alone.
An image, a face flashed in Ami's mind. Another child, one she had meet not to long ago, one
that had died in her arms. She quickly fought back the shiver that was trying to force it's way
through her body, and grabbed the . . .
Something flashed, Ami was no longer in the screening room, instead she was in a hallway that was
utterly empty except for a girl walking toward her. "Chi?"
The girl smiled at her but kept walking toward whatever it was she was walking to.
Another flash and she was again in the screening room, the young girl was looking up at her with
deep brown eyes. "You went away." The girl whispered in hoarse voice.
Ami smiled. "Just blinked out, I'm really tired."
The little girl smiled. "That's what she said too."
"The other nurse?" Ami asked.
The girl shook her head slowly the pain of the act shining in her eyes. "No," she said. "The
angel."
"The - the angel?"
The girl just smiled and closed her eyes.
Ami looked at the child for a second, her mind going over what the girl had said. The bump on
her head. Ami concluded. She was imagining it.
A large white wing from a memory flew past a large window.
Chi wrapped her arms around her chest to try and keep herself warm; it was so cold in this place.
She took a breath, then exhaled, watching as her breath steamed in front of her.
Something knocked in front of her, making her jump. She breathed in again, as she looked around.
Another knock, she stepped toward it, her breath still held.
Another knock, she could tell where it was coming from, and reluctantly she stepped toward the
large cooler that held the bodies, and slowly reached out to one of the doors.
Haruka groaned as she came to. She felt so weak, the journey through the liquid void had been so
hard on her, the puzzle of the "walnut" had been even worse, but that couldn't even compare to
the hangover of all the drugs the doctors had pumped into her.
She sat up slowly her hand reaching up to her head. It tugged on something, and she opened her
eyes and almost hissed at the tubes that were going all up her arm. She pulled them out,
ignoring the trickle of blood from all the puncture holes and slowly walked over to the window,
and looked out, and saw the destruction for the first time.
"I failed." She whispered, and turned away from the window.
"My clothes!" Screamed the extremely tall woman as she shoved the nurse against the wall.
Yuki tried her best to struggle but the woman's grip was too strong. "What are talking about?"
She half screamed, half cried.
The woman pushed her further against the wall, if that was even possible. "My clothes! Where
did you put them?"
Yuki shook her head. "I don't know!"
The woman sighed, and dropped Yuki to the ground, then through her through an open doorway.
Yuki looked up as the woman came into the small room, and closed it behind her. "I'll just take
ours then." The woman said simply.
In the dim light Yuki could almost see the desperation in the tall woman's gray blue eyes.
Ami was back in the lounge, the dim soft light of the rising sun just reaching past the window.
Ami sighed and sat back into the large over stuffed sofa that looked out the window, and sat her
head against it's back, ignoring the new mug of Coco that rested warmly between her hands.
"An angel." She whispered as she closed her eyes and drifted in a place between the waking world
and sleep.
She was standing on the edge of a building, looking down on the street below. It was almost time
she thought, as she turned away from the ledge and walked toward the roof's center. Almost time.
Something moved behind her, and she turned, her staff appearing in her hand.
"And you are."
Usagi smiled, pushing some of her red tinted hair away from her face, and laughed a velvet laugh.
"Why, Guardian." She said in a voice that sounded like the coldest winter night. "I think you
should know your Queen."
Setsuna smiled. "You're not my Queen."
Shock flashed across the girl's face, then was gone. "Of - of course I am."
Setsuna shook her head slightly. "No, I'm afraid not. My Queen feels different."
Usagi's icy face vanished, heated by rage as she rushed at Setsuna, a long bladed sword made of
stone appearing in her hand.
"Damn you!" Usagi cursed as thrust the sword at Setsuna.
Setsuna didn't even try to defend herself, after all it was time. And as life fled her, and the
woman who appeared to be Usagi left, Setsuna did something she had never done before. She
laughed.
Chi's shaking hand froze over the door's handle. Another knock came from it, sounding more
urgent then it had before. She released the breath she had forgotten she was holding and gripped
the handle, flinging the door open.
A tray flew out, and Chi gasped. A woman lay on it, her dark eyes opened, a soft smile apeeared
on her pale face. She sat up, and brushed her long green hair away from her face, then looked
over at Chi and shrugged. "It was time." She whispered.
Chi stared astonished as the woman with the long dark green hair pushed herself off the tray and
walked to the door. She stopped at the door and looked back at Chi. "Miss Chiba you really
should be getting back."
Chi went to say something but the world blinked and she found herself still standing the morgue
but now there were two nurses and a doctor staring at her strangely.
The doctor adjusted his glasses, and walked over to her. "Are you alright miss?"
Chi nodded. "Just tired." She lied, and started to walk slowly out of the morgue. Before she
even hit the doors, she was running.
"Reflections of a Red Rose"
Rated: PG-13
By: NeoMoon
Edited By: R Savage
Chapter Thirty-One:
Ami sat in the nurse's lounge for what seemed to be forever. She held the warm mug of Coco in
her hands, close to her chest, and stared out of the large window. It amazed her how the
hospital had remained untouched, as if whatever had caused this disaster had purposely left this
place alone. She smiled at that thought and almost laughed. It was really stupid of her to
actually think that something natural, something that had no thought could have chosen to leave
the hospital be.
The door creaked open behind her; she paid it no mind, and kept looking out the window, hoping
for something, anything that would tell her everything would be fine. Hell right now she would
have been happy to see . . . Usagi!
The mug dropped from her hand, the Coco spilling to the floor, burning her bandaged foot. She
stumbled closer to the window, resting her hands against it as she strained to get a better look.
Then she cursed silently at her foolishness. It was only a bird, it had to have been, there was
no way that Usagi could still produce the wings, no way.
"Are - are you alright?" Asked a voice from behind her.
Ami turned and smiled at the young nurse that stood by the door, a wary yet concerned look
creasing her smooth features. "I just thought I saw something."
The woman nodded. "If you don't mind, a girl was just found outside the emergency gate." The
woman paused, then continued. "Its really odd, but we're all busy would you . . ."
Ami nodded, and left the lounge, the woman leading her to a small screening room.
Hotoru cursed slightly as she walked through the wreaked remains of her and Setsuna's home. She
bent down and picked up a fragment of a porcelain figure that had, at one point been the base of
one of her favorite lamps. She shook her head as she looked at the figure of a ballerina, and
quickly shoved it in one of the many pockets that lined her trench coat. She stood slowly and
looked over at Usa who was leaning against the door, her arms crossed, and a cigarette hanging in
her mouth.
Hotoru turned to the door and walked out of the room, Usa following closely after.
"Do you want to check on Usagi's family?" She asked, her voice almost part of the breeze.
"No." Usa said simply as they reached the light pole, and the blonde girl who was leaning
against it.
"You're going to think I'm nuts," Minako said as she pushed off the light pole. "But do you mind
if I bum one of those."
Usa laughed behind her. "I already think you're nuts, so don't worry."
She stood alone in the hospital, everyone was gone, but they really weren't. She could still
hear them, could still feel them as they passed her in the halls. She just couldn't see them.
Chi didn't really know what was happening couldn't really understand how at one moment she had
been talking to the rather mean head nurse of the ER, and the next minute be standing alone in
the hall that lead to the morgue.
She took a deep breath, and stepped forward.
Ami smiled as she entered the screening room and saw the girl leaning on the cot that had been
placed there for her. She knelt down and looked at the girl more closely. She could understand
the other nurse's amazement, the girl's legs were both broken, and with the bruise on her head,
she couldn't have made it to the hospital alone.
An image, a face flashed in Ami's mind. Another child, one she had meet not to long ago, one
that had died in her arms. She quickly fought back the shiver that was trying to force it's way
through her body, and grabbed the . . .
Something flashed, Ami was no longer in the screening room, instead she was in a hallway that was
utterly empty except for a girl walking toward her. "Chi?"
The girl smiled at her but kept walking toward whatever it was she was walking to.
Another flash and she was again in the screening room, the young girl was looking up at her with
deep brown eyes. "You went away." The girl whispered in hoarse voice.
Ami smiled. "Just blinked out, I'm really tired."
The little girl smiled. "That's what she said too."
"The other nurse?" Ami asked.
The girl shook her head slowly the pain of the act shining in her eyes. "No," she said. "The
angel."
"The - the angel?"
The girl just smiled and closed her eyes.
Ami looked at the child for a second, her mind going over what the girl had said. The bump on
her head. Ami concluded. She was imagining it.
A large white wing from a memory flew past a large window.
Chi wrapped her arms around her chest to try and keep herself warm; it was so cold in this place.
She took a breath, then exhaled, watching as her breath steamed in front of her.
Something knocked in front of her, making her jump. She breathed in again, as she looked around.
Another knock, she stepped toward it, her breath still held.
Another knock, she could tell where it was coming from, and reluctantly she stepped toward the
large cooler that held the bodies, and slowly reached out to one of the doors.
Haruka groaned as she came to. She felt so weak, the journey through the liquid void had been so
hard on her, the puzzle of the "walnut" had been even worse, but that couldn't even compare to
the hangover of all the drugs the doctors had pumped into her.
She sat up slowly her hand reaching up to her head. It tugged on something, and she opened her
eyes and almost hissed at the tubes that were going all up her arm. She pulled them out,
ignoring the trickle of blood from all the puncture holes and slowly walked over to the window,
and looked out, and saw the destruction for the first time.
"I failed." She whispered, and turned away from the window.
"My clothes!" Screamed the extremely tall woman as she shoved the nurse against the wall.
Yuki tried her best to struggle but the woman's grip was too strong. "What are talking about?"
She half screamed, half cried.
The woman pushed her further against the wall, if that was even possible. "My clothes! Where
did you put them?"
Yuki shook her head. "I don't know!"
The woman sighed, and dropped Yuki to the ground, then through her through an open doorway.
Yuki looked up as the woman came into the small room, and closed it behind her. "I'll just take
ours then." The woman said simply.
In the dim light Yuki could almost see the desperation in the tall woman's gray blue eyes.
Ami was back in the lounge, the dim soft light of the rising sun just reaching past the window.
Ami sighed and sat back into the large over stuffed sofa that looked out the window, and sat her
head against it's back, ignoring the new mug of Coco that rested warmly between her hands.
"An angel." She whispered as she closed her eyes and drifted in a place between the waking world
and sleep.
She was standing on the edge of a building, looking down on the street below. It was almost time
she thought, as she turned away from the ledge and walked toward the roof's center. Almost time.
Something moved behind her, and she turned, her staff appearing in her hand.
"And you are."
Usagi smiled, pushing some of her red tinted hair away from her face, and laughed a velvet laugh.
"Why, Guardian." She said in a voice that sounded like the coldest winter night. "I think you
should know your Queen."
Setsuna smiled. "You're not my Queen."
Shock flashed across the girl's face, then was gone. "Of - of course I am."
Setsuna shook her head slightly. "No, I'm afraid not. My Queen feels different."
Usagi's icy face vanished, heated by rage as she rushed at Setsuna, a long bladed sword made of
stone appearing in her hand.
"Damn you!" Usagi cursed as thrust the sword at Setsuna.
Setsuna didn't even try to defend herself, after all it was time. And as life fled her, and the
woman who appeared to be Usagi left, Setsuna did something she had never done before. She
laughed.
Chi's shaking hand froze over the door's handle. Another knock came from it, sounding more
urgent then it had before. She released the breath she had forgotten she was holding and gripped
the handle, flinging the door open.
A tray flew out, and Chi gasped. A woman lay on it, her dark eyes opened, a soft smile apeeared
on her pale face. She sat up, and brushed her long green hair away from her face, then looked
over at Chi and shrugged. "It was time." She whispered.
Chi stared astonished as the woman with the long dark green hair pushed herself off the tray and
walked to the door. She stopped at the door and looked back at Chi. "Miss Chiba you really
should be getting back."
Chi went to say something but the world blinked and she found herself still standing the morgue
but now there were two nurses and a doctor staring at her strangely.
The doctor adjusted his glasses, and walked over to her. "Are you alright miss?"
Chi nodded. "Just tired." She lied, and started to walk slowly out of the morgue. Before she
even hit the doors, she was running.