Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, but I do own some of the characters.
Author's Note: I personally do not like to see a wimpy Serena, so do not expect to see one here. Although this is not a crossover fic, you may notice that the story line at the beginning may sound a little like the Spriggan plot if you have ever seen it.
Italicized words are past memories
Chapter 1: Remembering the Past
Blood, foot steps, and the sound of guns were all around me. Shrieks pierced the air with the cries of my former teachers and supervisors. At that moment, I felt no remorse for these people that we were slaughtering. The people who lay dead all around me had betrayed my family, my comrades, and me.
Suddenly, I shot up from the bed in a cold sweat. I touched the spot where the chip lay inside my head. I could not believe I was having this same dream again. Those horrible things had happened so long again. I just wanted to forget anything had happened, but I knew deep down these memories would never go away.
I turned to the man that lay beside me. I love this man. He was now looking up at me with a worried look on his face. He immediately sits up and brushes his black locks out of his face.
"Are you okay, Serena?" he asks me in his husky French accent as he envelopes me in his arms. He starts to gently caress my mid back length blonde hair and whispering soft French endearments to calm me down.
I nod my head until I can finally respond in a steady voice. "I'm fine, Darien. What time is it?" I asked to change the subject.
"It is time for us to start the day." He kisses me and gets out of the bed. At that moment, as I watch Darien leaving the room to get dressed, I think about our weird yet unfortunate lives.
Darien and I are soldiers in the military. We are both ranked as First Lieutenants of our separate troops. We work for an organization called, The International Military Network or IMN (I don't think this is real place, I believe I made it up). We have come a long way. I can remember a time when we were always on the run. Never feeling safe anywhere we happened to be.
I get up and try to clear my mind of all the bad memories once more. I put on my khakis, black shirt, and my black boots. I also put my hair up into a high tail which a few wisps of hair immediately falls down from to frame my face. Soon after I am done, Darien returns. We say our good byes and separate for the day.
As I walk down the hall, I can feel the stares of the other people. I do not pay them any attention. I am use to stares by now. I know I am not normal, and I will never be. A sensation abruptly brings me away from my previous thoughts.
I sat in my seat with my back perfectly straight and my mind completely focused on what my teacher had to say. He was explaining to us how we were created and what our purpose in life was. The teachers always explained these concepts every week. We all knew this lecture by heart and that is what they wanted.
We were all bored with hearing this story, but no one would ever complain. We knew the punishment for rebelling and stating our opinions, and we all had numerous opinions.
I was one of the soldiers who thought the way they created us was barbaric. I was only 12, but I still knew what they were doing was wrong. Many of the other soldiers did not agree with me. They thought we were special and superior to other humans. They thought we had been given great powers. They obviously did not care that we were made this way without our permission.
