Transforming the Ditz
Author's note: Here's the revision work, I hope it helps you all somewhat. ^^ I think I'm going to go into the background, and actually go back to Mina and Wufei, and then head back to where the other boys are as well. Wish me more luck then what I've had lately.
Chapter 20 (revised)
Mina shivered violently, her flowing locks of gold trembling as if it too were nervous as she was. Her cornflower eyes shimmered with a bit of fear as she searched the room silently. J had called her in right when she was shouting at the boy she had been sitting with. 'There's something wrong... but what?' She thought to herself, her eyes didn't mirror her thoughts, however. She was sitting in a white room. 'White as virgin snow in the mountains' She thought to herself, as she stared at the almost too perfect room. The fuku she wore, orange in color, lay neatly laid at her thighs, her knees locked together in a womanly charm. Tucking back a bit of stray hair, she turned towards the door she had been ushered into. It had been strange. Just a few moments after she had arrived in the room, J had decided to take off, looking rather upset about something. It was also at that moment that the air had changed.
'The strangeness of it all...' She thought to herself, closing her eyes and tilting her chin upwards slightly, her thoughts slowly wandering to the feeling she had gotten when she'd entered the too clean, too bright room.
It was all so strange. I could have sworn... I thought I felt it. I thought I heard a cry for help, but where in this facility would that have come from? There are no rooms around here but these longs corridors that have no end. The room I came from, the one with that jerk in it... that's about 3 corridors down. Oh what I wouldn't give to have Amy right here, right now. She could have figured all this out with her computer... but let's see. Uhm... there was the long passage... and then along the left there was this... dingy looking passage. It didn't look as if it were very welcoming, in fact it looked like it was a part of the building that they're just about to start to rework. I wonder when this place was made. Why didn't I know it even existed here? Where is here anyways?
Her thoughts slowly began to fold in on itself, skipping around in an erratic fashion. Almost as if she were trying to block out the feeling she had when she entered the room.
It was a cry for help wasn't it? I mean... where else could I have felt that jolt? It was a feeling... only something I felt way back when Serenity was fighting with Beryl. Not Serena... but serenity. The hime was able to create that same wave. But why would she be here? Why would Serena turn into serenity in a place like this? Why isn't she Sailor Moon? If she were I'd feel her power. I'd know if something were wrong. But it's as if... as if I'm on the other side of cement supported wall. It's too strange... it's too strange. There is something wrong... why did J run off like that? Why? Why? So many questions... Oh I have such a bad headache now...
Her thoughts continued to run rampant as she gazed around the room, her heart triple beating every few seconds. She turned cornstarch eyes over to the door, licking her cherry like lips. She cleared her throat slightly, already knowing who lay beyond the steel doors. Getting to her feet she slowly made her way around the empty room, clutching her arms around herself, wondering at the feeling of intense sorrow and dread that was filling her.
Golden lights... streaks of black embers of pain... fear... fear... run!
Her thoughts continued to stream over, entering her mind in a second and leaving in a half a second. She couldn't help but sink to her knees, slowly rubbing her temples, trying her best to grip onto any rational thought, but found it almost useless.
A highway...
She thought, dimly aware of the room slowly turning the hue of a bright colored of gold's, oranges, reds and even tinges of pure white. She closed her eyes a bit against the flaring colors before opening them again, this time sweat was trickling slowly down her face, and she was panting, on fire. Her cheeks were a flaming ember color, deep burgundy, as if she ran for miles on end. Her throat burned as if she had swallowed the hottest water, and could no longer use her vocals. Every inch of her burned, burned with desire that was given through disgust, dismay and fear. Her fists clenched of their own accord, her crystalline blue eyes distant and yet bright with power.
Panting now she could feel her body quaking, as if she were struggling for a breath, struggling for dear life to breath a single deep cool breath of fresh, clean air. She collapsed onto her hands, her arms wavering violently as she choked on nothing. Tendrils of her hair stuck against her feverish cheeks, damp now with the sweat she was drenched in. She tried to talk, tried to get the feeling of suffocation to cease, but was failing miserably. The last of her strength slowly ebbed away, her vision hazy blurs of blacks and whites and gold's, power washed through her, over her, searing her mind, her body, her soul. Buckling down to lay on her stomach, not even aware of the pain that lanced through her shoulder as she hit it against the linoleum floor, she heard distantly a cry of pain and death.
Some how she heard that scream, and knew that although it had torn free of her throat, it was not her own. Slowly the shapes she had been struggling to unfog began to lose even the blurry lines they were. A deep void of pure black ebbed away at her vision, turning the crimson shades of the room a dark, ominous tone of ebony. Deeper then ebony, darker then ebony, and far lonelier then the ebony of tar. It was then that Mina's vision voided out, just as in another part of the building a young princess too swam away in that pool of ominous weakness.
Two dark amethyst eyes slowly surveyed the room, lips the color of pink chiseled with bits of dainty blue tugged upwards in a malicious smile. Slowly down the stairs the young woman made her way, her smile turning cold as she stepped down, taking the cement stairwells one by one. In a fragile pale white hand she held a glass chalice, the see through glass filled with a brilliant red liquid. The gown she wore hung loosely and yet tugged tight at her just forming curves. A gentle purple color, almost the color of a child suffocating under a pillow clamped tight on their heads; raven black jewelry shimmered wickedly beneath her hair, though the locks were only to her chin. She was short, the heels she wore gave her height that she very much needed. As she wandered down the stairs, she could keep the smile from leaving her lips, even as she heard the sharp cracks of whips against bare flesh. The sickening cries of a warrior begging for mercy, as another one begged for the other's life.
"PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU! DON'T HURT HER ANY MORE!" A feminine voice shouted loudly, though a tinge of an almost masculine quality trickled through it. The whip cracked loudly, hitting flesh but once more before the two screams mingled together, turning into a wordless cry of pain. The girl tucked her hair loosely behind an ear as she took a breath and stepped through wooden doors. The room she walked into was strangely, a brightly lit place, though the crimson shades on the wall brought a wave of nausea to most viewers. The click of her heels on the cobblestone was drowned out by the half sobs of tortured beings. Stone was everywhere in the room, the only things that were not stone were the various weapons hanging limply, freshly used on the wall. Dark stains marked the intersection of the walls and floors, and more stains oozed around the room, dark and ominous looking.
"Have they had enough?" The raven-haired child purred out, slowly stepping within sight of another young looking girl. A gown of pure black graced the other's body, the dress marked with bloodstains, and raven stripes. Crimson shades laced through it, marking the end of the bodice and the start of the torso. The sleeves hung tightly to the arms, like snakeskin it left nothing for the imagination, but the touch muscles that showed a bit underneath. Carnation colored eyes glimmered with icy coolness and pink lips turned upwards in a frozen smile. "Hardly" Her own voice was high-pitched with youth, and yet tainted with an ancient hatred, a cruelty that laced it through and through. Maliciously she turned back to a girl bound head to toe in thick chains that ate through the flesh, opening more wounds on an already bloody body. Aqua marine locks tumbled forward, vermillion bits staining the clean hair, sticking some strands to her face and forehead. Chapped lips were trickling with blood, and her head hung low, completely limp, even though she was breathing unevenly.
"Well, if you break them too soon, they won't be able to help us will they, my friend?" The raven-haired mistress purred, ambling towards the other and laying a pale hand on the elbow. "Shall they have their drinks now?" The Pink haired child questioned, her smile fading around the edges, almost as if she didn't want them to be given the ailment.
Author's note:
HA! ^^ How's this? Just so you know, I'm going to explain how come there are so many of the same girls only different in some way. That's in the next chapter when we go back to the other sailor scouts. ^^ I hope you all like this chapter better then you seemed to like the one with Amy. I hope it's longer too!! ^___^ Talk to you all laters!!
Author's note: Here's the revision work, I hope it helps you all somewhat. ^^ I think I'm going to go into the background, and actually go back to Mina and Wufei, and then head back to where the other boys are as well. Wish me more luck then what I've had lately.
Chapter 20 (revised)
Mina shivered violently, her flowing locks of gold trembling as if it too were nervous as she was. Her cornflower eyes shimmered with a bit of fear as she searched the room silently. J had called her in right when she was shouting at the boy she had been sitting with. 'There's something wrong... but what?' She thought to herself, her eyes didn't mirror her thoughts, however. She was sitting in a white room. 'White as virgin snow in the mountains' She thought to herself, as she stared at the almost too perfect room. The fuku she wore, orange in color, lay neatly laid at her thighs, her knees locked together in a womanly charm. Tucking back a bit of stray hair, she turned towards the door she had been ushered into. It had been strange. Just a few moments after she had arrived in the room, J had decided to take off, looking rather upset about something. It was also at that moment that the air had changed.
'The strangeness of it all...' She thought to herself, closing her eyes and tilting her chin upwards slightly, her thoughts slowly wandering to the feeling she had gotten when she'd entered the too clean, too bright room.
It was all so strange. I could have sworn... I thought I felt it. I thought I heard a cry for help, but where in this facility would that have come from? There are no rooms around here but these longs corridors that have no end. The room I came from, the one with that jerk in it... that's about 3 corridors down. Oh what I wouldn't give to have Amy right here, right now. She could have figured all this out with her computer... but let's see. Uhm... there was the long passage... and then along the left there was this... dingy looking passage. It didn't look as if it were very welcoming, in fact it looked like it was a part of the building that they're just about to start to rework. I wonder when this place was made. Why didn't I know it even existed here? Where is here anyways?
Her thoughts slowly began to fold in on itself, skipping around in an erratic fashion. Almost as if she were trying to block out the feeling she had when she entered the room.
It was a cry for help wasn't it? I mean... where else could I have felt that jolt? It was a feeling... only something I felt way back when Serenity was fighting with Beryl. Not Serena... but serenity. The hime was able to create that same wave. But why would she be here? Why would Serena turn into serenity in a place like this? Why isn't she Sailor Moon? If she were I'd feel her power. I'd know if something were wrong. But it's as if... as if I'm on the other side of cement supported wall. It's too strange... it's too strange. There is something wrong... why did J run off like that? Why? Why? So many questions... Oh I have such a bad headache now...
Her thoughts continued to run rampant as she gazed around the room, her heart triple beating every few seconds. She turned cornstarch eyes over to the door, licking her cherry like lips. She cleared her throat slightly, already knowing who lay beyond the steel doors. Getting to her feet she slowly made her way around the empty room, clutching her arms around herself, wondering at the feeling of intense sorrow and dread that was filling her.
Golden lights... streaks of black embers of pain... fear... fear... run!
Her thoughts continued to stream over, entering her mind in a second and leaving in a half a second. She couldn't help but sink to her knees, slowly rubbing her temples, trying her best to grip onto any rational thought, but found it almost useless.
A highway...
She thought, dimly aware of the room slowly turning the hue of a bright colored of gold's, oranges, reds and even tinges of pure white. She closed her eyes a bit against the flaring colors before opening them again, this time sweat was trickling slowly down her face, and she was panting, on fire. Her cheeks were a flaming ember color, deep burgundy, as if she ran for miles on end. Her throat burned as if she had swallowed the hottest water, and could no longer use her vocals. Every inch of her burned, burned with desire that was given through disgust, dismay and fear. Her fists clenched of their own accord, her crystalline blue eyes distant and yet bright with power.
Panting now she could feel her body quaking, as if she were struggling for a breath, struggling for dear life to breath a single deep cool breath of fresh, clean air. She collapsed onto her hands, her arms wavering violently as she choked on nothing. Tendrils of her hair stuck against her feverish cheeks, damp now with the sweat she was drenched in. She tried to talk, tried to get the feeling of suffocation to cease, but was failing miserably. The last of her strength slowly ebbed away, her vision hazy blurs of blacks and whites and gold's, power washed through her, over her, searing her mind, her body, her soul. Buckling down to lay on her stomach, not even aware of the pain that lanced through her shoulder as she hit it against the linoleum floor, she heard distantly a cry of pain and death.
Some how she heard that scream, and knew that although it had torn free of her throat, it was not her own. Slowly the shapes she had been struggling to unfog began to lose even the blurry lines they were. A deep void of pure black ebbed away at her vision, turning the crimson shades of the room a dark, ominous tone of ebony. Deeper then ebony, darker then ebony, and far lonelier then the ebony of tar. It was then that Mina's vision voided out, just as in another part of the building a young princess too swam away in that pool of ominous weakness.
Two dark amethyst eyes slowly surveyed the room, lips the color of pink chiseled with bits of dainty blue tugged upwards in a malicious smile. Slowly down the stairs the young woman made her way, her smile turning cold as she stepped down, taking the cement stairwells one by one. In a fragile pale white hand she held a glass chalice, the see through glass filled with a brilliant red liquid. The gown she wore hung loosely and yet tugged tight at her just forming curves. A gentle purple color, almost the color of a child suffocating under a pillow clamped tight on their heads; raven black jewelry shimmered wickedly beneath her hair, though the locks were only to her chin. She was short, the heels she wore gave her height that she very much needed. As she wandered down the stairs, she could keep the smile from leaving her lips, even as she heard the sharp cracks of whips against bare flesh. The sickening cries of a warrior begging for mercy, as another one begged for the other's life.
"PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU! DON'T HURT HER ANY MORE!" A feminine voice shouted loudly, though a tinge of an almost masculine quality trickled through it. The whip cracked loudly, hitting flesh but once more before the two screams mingled together, turning into a wordless cry of pain. The girl tucked her hair loosely behind an ear as she took a breath and stepped through wooden doors. The room she walked into was strangely, a brightly lit place, though the crimson shades on the wall brought a wave of nausea to most viewers. The click of her heels on the cobblestone was drowned out by the half sobs of tortured beings. Stone was everywhere in the room, the only things that were not stone were the various weapons hanging limply, freshly used on the wall. Dark stains marked the intersection of the walls and floors, and more stains oozed around the room, dark and ominous looking.
"Have they had enough?" The raven-haired child purred out, slowly stepping within sight of another young looking girl. A gown of pure black graced the other's body, the dress marked with bloodstains, and raven stripes. Crimson shades laced through it, marking the end of the bodice and the start of the torso. The sleeves hung tightly to the arms, like snakeskin it left nothing for the imagination, but the touch muscles that showed a bit underneath. Carnation colored eyes glimmered with icy coolness and pink lips turned upwards in a frozen smile. "Hardly" Her own voice was high-pitched with youth, and yet tainted with an ancient hatred, a cruelty that laced it through and through. Maliciously she turned back to a girl bound head to toe in thick chains that ate through the flesh, opening more wounds on an already bloody body. Aqua marine locks tumbled forward, vermillion bits staining the clean hair, sticking some strands to her face and forehead. Chapped lips were trickling with blood, and her head hung low, completely limp, even though she was breathing unevenly.
"Well, if you break them too soon, they won't be able to help us will they, my friend?" The raven-haired mistress purred, ambling towards the other and laying a pale hand on the elbow. "Shall they have their drinks now?" The Pink haired child questioned, her smile fading around the edges, almost as if she didn't want them to be given the ailment.
Author's note:
HA! ^^ How's this? Just so you know, I'm going to explain how come there are so many of the same girls only different in some way. That's in the next chapter when we go back to the other sailor scouts. ^^ I hope you all like this chapter better then you seemed to like the one with Amy. I hope it's longer too!! ^___^ Talk to you all laters!!