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Author's Note: Yes! Chapter 3 is here and I think you will like this one a lot or I hope you do anyway. As always please read and review. Thanks. ^_^
Blood Runs Red
Chapter 3: Falling Forever
By: Faded Silence
Minako let out a heavy sigh as her black high top shoes reached yet another dead end. She didn't know exactly how many times she had circled this room, probably about a hundred. It wasn't like the room was that big either, about 6 feet each way and in the shape of a big white square. Most of the space was occupied by the heavy machines and IV that clung to Usagi like bees to honey, the only furniture was the two maroon chairs and bed. A rectangular window with shredded heavy black curtains was about the only entertainment, except for the broken t.v. that hung from the ceiling it's screen smeared with dust and dirt. The floor was a speckled gray with the exception of Rei's blood that pooled in the corner next to the chestnut doorframe. Ew.
She knew that she should clean it up or at least cover the small pool that looked almost identical to spilled wine, but right now she was finding it hard to move at all. Her body was still trying to get over the shock of Rei leaving. The raven hared priestess seemed so cold, almost like she herself was not human at all. It scared Minako, who had always thought Rei as one of the people that could be so warm and friendly. She had changed though and if it had been up to the love goddess, it was not for the better. After all she had almost killed the nurse out there and would have to if herself hadn't stepped in and pulled the fire senshi from the room. She didn't even want to think what might have occurred if she hadn't been there to stop it. The result would not have been pleasant that much she did know.
How did they manage to get themselves into this stuff?
The question seemed to always be somewhere revolving around her brain, ready to strike out and make her doubt when it deemed necessary. Well, if there was any a time to doubt this would have been it, with their leader buried up to her neck in breathing machines and what not and Rei going on a rampage. Yep this was a good time to question fate in all its wonderful glory. Yeah right. To her fate was anything but a glorifying, it was more like hell and now it had chosen to test her. Minako just hoped she passed, senshi were supposed to be loyal and right now what she was thinking was anything but noble.
Minako wanted to run.
The dripping girl had never wanted to run before, but with everything the way it was she wanted to put the petal to the metal and go. No looking back and no stopping, just pure agility. To bad she could never buck up the courage to do something like that, maybe then she wouldn't have to worry about what Rei was doing now or if her friend would ever wake up. Clouded sky hues looked over at the sunshine hared teenager asleep in the bed and instantly felt an aching in her heart. Poor Usagi. If only there was someway to get to her and wake her from that awful dark place she seemed to be trapped in. To bring her to life.
The sound of the door opening broke Minako from her thoughts and she looked up, her blue eyes startled with surprise. The sight of a tall, black hared man wearing a doctor's white jacket and tanned cargo pants greeted her wry hues. One of his hands was still on the door slowly closing it, while the other was in his pocket and Minako could see that his fingers were playing with something. What ever it was Minako would be prepared for and moving against the cold window, she reached in her own skirt pocket and grasped her own weapon. The henshi pen felt warm in her fingers and slightly damp from the rain, it's orange surface throbbing with power that seemed to travel up her bare arm and straight to her heart. If this creep was going to try something he wouldn't have a chance of succeeding. The anticipation suddenly making her feverish and jumpy.
" You must be Miss. Anio ?" His voice was low, the tone almost mocking as if just her name in general was a joke. Who said rats had to have long ears and a tail? There was one standing in front of her and he had none of that stuff. Well, jerks do come in all shapes and sizes, even if they are rather attractive ones. Why had she just thought that? Part of her didn't want to know the answer. " Yes, I' am Minako Anio and who might you be? How do you know Usagi?"
" You could say we go back and as for my name there is no need for you to know since we won't ever be speaking again. It's really to bad too; I would have liked to have a chat with the lovely goddess of Venus herself. I guess it will have to wait till heaven, if that's where you go even?" If his voice had gotten any colder she would have expected drifts of snow to come plunging from his mouth. Not that it wasn't icy already, but his last statement had made her shiver from her toes up. This guy was a creep. Suddenly a disturbing thought struck her, what if he was the shooter? Glancing at her friend, she knew it was true. But, why here in this hospital where he would surely be caught? Unless he was something that couldn't be caught. Like a non-human sort of something. Her arms went up around her chest and she fought to keep her expression emotionless, but if he had shot Usagi in cold blood she doubted looking tough would make him hesitate to stick a bullet in her. Senshi or not.
" Don't tell me the great Sailor V is scared of me? Come on, transform you bitch so me what you've got. Or do you not have courage enough to strike a human?" Beads of sweat formed underneath her bushy blond bangs and made its way down her forehead. How did he know she was Sailor V or the goddess of love for that matter? He was shaking now, his words piercing her in a spot she never thought possible. Her heart. Could she win? " I'm not scared, just tell me how you know what I' am?"
" You don't remember me do you? Well that's too bad, maybe this will help you." The whole time they had been chatting, he had been stepping closer to her, his boots leaving mud stains on the tile with every step. Now he was beside her almost behind and with one bruising punch to the face she was falling backward toward the window, the glass cracking on impact with her body weight. She struggled to sit up, but it was to late, his fingers were already on her white blouse pushing her toward the window. Minako struck out with her hand, but only managed to leave a red mark across his cheek. Her back hit the window, shattering it and sending bits of glass flying about the air, like clear snow.
" Die, Bitch."
Ice cold blue hues bore into her own pale blue ones and she cried out. Was it possible? How had he come back? No, this must be a dream there was no way he could have returned. The rain pelted her face and tangled gold tresses. There was no way out, was this the end? His hand gave her one last shove and then she felt herself floating or rather falling.
And there was no one to catch her.
The priestess raced through the storm, her gray jacket and black skirt clinging to her body. Water dripped from her well-shaped legs as she pumped them forward, her black pumps splashing through puddles. Raven locks fluttered about her face with each step she took as sweat drenched her forehead and face. If she had looked like shit before, she definitely did now. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it now and stopping wasn't an option when you were trying to find a murderer. Or in this case a would be murderer. Her friends were counting on her and she wouldn't let them down.
Again.
With every breath her lungs screamed in protest and her muscles throbbed in her legs. The pain in her side was steadily growing as well; the aching only temporarily stopped by a delicate hand placed there. She knew it wouldn't last for long, but she couldn't slow down. Not with Usagi's life on the line or her own and personally a cramp was worth dealing with if it meant she would live. Heck she would deal with the devil himself if it mean that her friend lived.
A communicator was clipped to her small wrist and the small screen was dotted with water. Moving it up so that it was positioned under her lips she began to talk, her voice shaking with each footfall.
" Makoto, Minako! Anyone there! Hello?"
The tiny yellow lined watch buzzed with the sound of interference and she wished that she had tried back at the hospital instead of running in the rain. The screen was fuzzy and blotted out with white snow that usually appeared on a television when there was a connection problem. Ugh. What was she going to do if she couldn't contact her friends? Could she possibly do this without them? It was starting to look like she had no choice. Damn.
Pulling the small pink device from her arm, she slipped into the safety of her pocket to accompany the ruby transformation stick. No use keeping it on, when it wasn't working, it would only damage it further and she didn't need it to break right now. That would just be another screwed up thing that had happened today, that was what 200 something. Waking up this morning was the first. Sighing, she put up a dripping gray sleeve and tried to block the rain from hitting her already water-stained face. She might as well have been trying to hold off a whole herd of elephants. Putting her arm down, she continued to run through the rain.
Her destination unknown.
Author's Note: Yes! Chapter 3 is here and I think you will like this one a lot or I hope you do anyway. As always please read and review. Thanks. ^_^
Blood Runs Red
Chapter 3: Falling Forever
By: Faded Silence
Minako let out a heavy sigh as her black high top shoes reached yet another dead end. She didn't know exactly how many times she had circled this room, probably about a hundred. It wasn't like the room was that big either, about 6 feet each way and in the shape of a big white square. Most of the space was occupied by the heavy machines and IV that clung to Usagi like bees to honey, the only furniture was the two maroon chairs and bed. A rectangular window with shredded heavy black curtains was about the only entertainment, except for the broken t.v. that hung from the ceiling it's screen smeared with dust and dirt. The floor was a speckled gray with the exception of Rei's blood that pooled in the corner next to the chestnut doorframe. Ew.
She knew that she should clean it up or at least cover the small pool that looked almost identical to spilled wine, but right now she was finding it hard to move at all. Her body was still trying to get over the shock of Rei leaving. The raven hared priestess seemed so cold, almost like she herself was not human at all. It scared Minako, who had always thought Rei as one of the people that could be so warm and friendly. She had changed though and if it had been up to the love goddess, it was not for the better. After all she had almost killed the nurse out there and would have to if herself hadn't stepped in and pulled the fire senshi from the room. She didn't even want to think what might have occurred if she hadn't been there to stop it. The result would not have been pleasant that much she did know.
How did they manage to get themselves into this stuff?
The question seemed to always be somewhere revolving around her brain, ready to strike out and make her doubt when it deemed necessary. Well, if there was any a time to doubt this would have been it, with their leader buried up to her neck in breathing machines and what not and Rei going on a rampage. Yep this was a good time to question fate in all its wonderful glory. Yeah right. To her fate was anything but a glorifying, it was more like hell and now it had chosen to test her. Minako just hoped she passed, senshi were supposed to be loyal and right now what she was thinking was anything but noble.
Minako wanted to run.
The dripping girl had never wanted to run before, but with everything the way it was she wanted to put the petal to the metal and go. No looking back and no stopping, just pure agility. To bad she could never buck up the courage to do something like that, maybe then she wouldn't have to worry about what Rei was doing now or if her friend would ever wake up. Clouded sky hues looked over at the sunshine hared teenager asleep in the bed and instantly felt an aching in her heart. Poor Usagi. If only there was someway to get to her and wake her from that awful dark place she seemed to be trapped in. To bring her to life.
The sound of the door opening broke Minako from her thoughts and she looked up, her blue eyes startled with surprise. The sight of a tall, black hared man wearing a doctor's white jacket and tanned cargo pants greeted her wry hues. One of his hands was still on the door slowly closing it, while the other was in his pocket and Minako could see that his fingers were playing with something. What ever it was Minako would be prepared for and moving against the cold window, she reached in her own skirt pocket and grasped her own weapon. The henshi pen felt warm in her fingers and slightly damp from the rain, it's orange surface throbbing with power that seemed to travel up her bare arm and straight to her heart. If this creep was going to try something he wouldn't have a chance of succeeding. The anticipation suddenly making her feverish and jumpy.
" You must be Miss. Anio ?" His voice was low, the tone almost mocking as if just her name in general was a joke. Who said rats had to have long ears and a tail? There was one standing in front of her and he had none of that stuff. Well, jerks do come in all shapes and sizes, even if they are rather attractive ones. Why had she just thought that? Part of her didn't want to know the answer. " Yes, I' am Minako Anio and who might you be? How do you know Usagi?"
" You could say we go back and as for my name there is no need for you to know since we won't ever be speaking again. It's really to bad too; I would have liked to have a chat with the lovely goddess of Venus herself. I guess it will have to wait till heaven, if that's where you go even?" If his voice had gotten any colder she would have expected drifts of snow to come plunging from his mouth. Not that it wasn't icy already, but his last statement had made her shiver from her toes up. This guy was a creep. Suddenly a disturbing thought struck her, what if he was the shooter? Glancing at her friend, she knew it was true. But, why here in this hospital where he would surely be caught? Unless he was something that couldn't be caught. Like a non-human sort of something. Her arms went up around her chest and she fought to keep her expression emotionless, but if he had shot Usagi in cold blood she doubted looking tough would make him hesitate to stick a bullet in her. Senshi or not.
" Don't tell me the great Sailor V is scared of me? Come on, transform you bitch so me what you've got. Or do you not have courage enough to strike a human?" Beads of sweat formed underneath her bushy blond bangs and made its way down her forehead. How did he know she was Sailor V or the goddess of love for that matter? He was shaking now, his words piercing her in a spot she never thought possible. Her heart. Could she win? " I'm not scared, just tell me how you know what I' am?"
" You don't remember me do you? Well that's too bad, maybe this will help you." The whole time they had been chatting, he had been stepping closer to her, his boots leaving mud stains on the tile with every step. Now he was beside her almost behind and with one bruising punch to the face she was falling backward toward the window, the glass cracking on impact with her body weight. She struggled to sit up, but it was to late, his fingers were already on her white blouse pushing her toward the window. Minako struck out with her hand, but only managed to leave a red mark across his cheek. Her back hit the window, shattering it and sending bits of glass flying about the air, like clear snow.
" Die, Bitch."
Ice cold blue hues bore into her own pale blue ones and she cried out. Was it possible? How had he come back? No, this must be a dream there was no way he could have returned. The rain pelted her face and tangled gold tresses. There was no way out, was this the end? His hand gave her one last shove and then she felt herself floating or rather falling.
And there was no one to catch her.
The priestess raced through the storm, her gray jacket and black skirt clinging to her body. Water dripped from her well-shaped legs as she pumped them forward, her black pumps splashing through puddles. Raven locks fluttered about her face with each step she took as sweat drenched her forehead and face. If she had looked like shit before, she definitely did now. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it now and stopping wasn't an option when you were trying to find a murderer. Or in this case a would be murderer. Her friends were counting on her and she wouldn't let them down.
Again.
With every breath her lungs screamed in protest and her muscles throbbed in her legs. The pain in her side was steadily growing as well; the aching only temporarily stopped by a delicate hand placed there. She knew it wouldn't last for long, but she couldn't slow down. Not with Usagi's life on the line or her own and personally a cramp was worth dealing with if it meant she would live. Heck she would deal with the devil himself if it mean that her friend lived.
A communicator was clipped to her small wrist and the small screen was dotted with water. Moving it up so that it was positioned under her lips she began to talk, her voice shaking with each footfall.
" Makoto, Minako! Anyone there! Hello?"
The tiny yellow lined watch buzzed with the sound of interference and she wished that she had tried back at the hospital instead of running in the rain. The screen was fuzzy and blotted out with white snow that usually appeared on a television when there was a connection problem. Ugh. What was she going to do if she couldn't contact her friends? Could she possibly do this without them? It was starting to look like she had no choice. Damn.
Pulling the small pink device from her arm, she slipped into the safety of her pocket to accompany the ruby transformation stick. No use keeping it on, when it wasn't working, it would only damage it further and she didn't need it to break right now. That would just be another screwed up thing that had happened today, that was what 200 something. Waking up this morning was the first. Sighing, she put up a dripping gray sleeve and tried to block the rain from hitting her already water-stained face. She might as well have been trying to hold off a whole herd of elephants. Putting her arm down, she continued to run through the rain.
Her destination unknown.