Hmm...one super human soul down, three to go. Thanks for the review, Hoshimare. But....if you didn't know what happened to you, how would you know to hate that you didn't know what had happened? Eugh...my head hurts. Disclaimer, please refer to first chapter. Thank you.
Hyoga kept his strides equal to that of Seiya as they both sped down the road, their boots making a metallic sound as they hit the pavement. This time, they were ready; a call had come in from one of the Foundation's agents, evenly distributed throughout the city. This time, there was a report of three people in odd dress appearing within a full, out-door auditorium, and causing the civilians to faint.
The Cygnus saint slowed as they neared the site; there was dead silence, which was rather eerie as he had been present when the call had come in, and the background had been full of anguished screams.
They silently approached at Hyoga's signal, listening intently. A woman's giggle broke the silence. Seiya pressed himself against the cement wall, while Hyoga peered around the entrance and into the auditorium.
"Look at all the souls!" Hyoga felt slightly ill; the place was littered with bodies, some slumped over, some sprawled on the ground. Whatever the case, they were definitely not moving. The only moving things where the two figures on the stage.
The woman who had squealed bounced excitedly on her toes. The man standing near her quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing. Another woman sauntered out onto the stage where they all stood. She wore what could be best described as a belly dancer's costume; her skin was darker than the pale woman, but lighter than the dusky skin tone of the man. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, and his silvery eyes darted right to where Hyoga stood.
"It looks, he said, voice echoing in the empty space, "As though we have some company. Do come out, as it useless hiding when your opponent knows where you stand." Seiya charged out from behind Hyoga and threw out his chest, ready to condemn all of them to death, when he caught sight of the bodies, and quickly deflated.
"My God..." he muttered lowly, looking around him in horror, before glaring at the trio standing before them. "Murderers!" he cried, pointing at them with a dramatic index finger. "I swear, after I've finished with you, you'll wish you were never born." Without further ado, he threw himself at them, fist drawn back to deliver the killing blow, when one of the women vanished and reappeared behind him. Seiya drew to a complete stop, and her pale hand held back his fist.
"But darling human, we were never born in the first place!" she said triumphantly. Hyoga, meanwhile, had readied himself for Diamond Dust. Summoning up his icy aura, he was ready to launch the attack when a gold veil swirled before his vision.
"I call for Flames, for that is his paradox." The veil suddenly seemed to explode into flame, and Hyoga drew back, eyes wide. Fire. He hated fire. And it was surrounding him, that and the belly-dancer's low laughter.
Through the flames, he saw Seiya attacked as the woman dressed in black threw a handful of black flowers at him. The silver man came forward, and extended his hand to Seiya's chest. The Pegasus saint lay on the ground, incredibly weakened by the flowers.
"SEIYA!" To Hyoga's horror, the man's hand plunged into Seiya's chest. Seiya's back arched, his mouth opened in a silent scream as the man withdrew his fist, and clenched within it was a wonderfully silvery substance. The moment the substance's contact with Seiya's chest was broken, he fell back, utterly limp, his eyes glazed, empty and staring.
"Seiya." As soon as the hoarse whisper had left his lips, he plunged through the wall of fire. To his great surprise, the flames vanished, and the veil he had seen floated to the ground. Hyoga returned his attention to Seiya. The saint lay absolutely still, his eyes like those of a corpse. The silvery man held the silvery light close to him, grinning as the substance churned in his palms.
"Seiya..." Hyoga began to run, desperate to get to his friend. "Seiya, oh please, God, don't let him die...don't let him die, God." His mind stumbled over all the prayers he had learned as a child, and he recited them in a mantra as he prepared to flatten those who had...who had killed Seiya!
A silver-gray light plowed into his chest, and Hyoga was sent backwards many yards. Standing, hand on his chest plate, he glared at the three who stood so calmly, so shamelessly amongst the massacre that was entirely of their hands.
"I'll kill you, I swear it," he whispered vehemently. "I'll kill and for the love of God, I will enjoy it!" But before he could get around to fulfilling his vows, another voice broke into the air.
"Aqua Rhapsody!" Jets of icy water appeared out of nowhere, flying towards the trio, who managed to duck in time. A whirlwind of deep green leaves the cackled with electricity met them next. Hyoga was pleased to see that the woman with the flowers received a large burn on her thigh.
"Avatar of Mercury, my planet is the Planet of Wisdom! I am Sailor Mercury, Avatar of Ice!"
"Avatar of Jupiter, my planet is the Planet of Strength! I am Sailor Jupiter, Avatar of Storms!"