AN: I know there's not much of Serena's point of view, but I wanted to kind of delve into the legal part of it. More is coming, I promise. I don't own Sailor Moon, but I do own Machelle Farrell and Dawn Brookes.
Serena lay on her bed facing the wall. She couldn't sleep. It wouldn't let her anymore. Not since that single act of disobedience.
She needed help, but she couldn't speak when she wanted to. It wouldn't let her. It never let her do anything anymore. She couldn't control her own body. It was like being a puppet.
She couldn't eat or sleep unless It let her. Other times It would force her to eat so much she would throw up later.
A tear rolled down her cheek, but she couldn't wipe it away. It twisted her body painfully. It broke her arm and made her tell her parents and Machelle that it was her friends.
More tears fell. This was never supposed to have happened. She didn't want this
'Oh, but you did,' a nasty voice whispered in her ear. 'You wanted to hurt them like they hurt you. You wanted them to suffer. You know this is what you wanted. I'm just helping you.'
"No," she sobbed brokenly. "I never wanted that."
'You did. Deep down you did, or I wouldn't be here.'
It had regained full control. She was crying again, but not a single tear fell. Her face remained impassive, but inwardly she was struggling.
While Serena lay, tormented, Machelle was miles away in her office.
"Hello? Dr. Tan?" she asked. "This is Machelle Farrell. I was wondering; did you got the pictures I faxed over?" She listened intently for a moment. "So, there's no way she could have done it herself?"
After he answered affirmatively Machelle disconnected and studied the pictures again. They were brutal. Cuts, bruises and broken bones. Like the broken arm Serena had come home with on Monday.
She was going to make sure those nasty, vicious little girls got exactly what they deserved.
Her office door opened and she glanced up, smiling expectantly. Her smile turned shark-like when her archrival walked in.
"Miss Brookes. What a…pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?" Dawn Brookes' smile was as razor sharp as her own had been.
"Miss Aino's manager hired me to represent her, and her friends of course." Machelle tossed the photos onto the table so she could see.
"What are you going to say? They temporarily, over the course of three years, went insane and beat her?" Machelle asked sardonically. "This one is in the bag."
Dawn pulled some papers out of her briefcase and handed them over the desk. Machelle took them suspiciously and looked them over. After she had read a few pages she glanced up at Dawn with disbelieving eyes.
"You're going to say that my client is possessed? What like in The Exorcist? Are you nuts, it will never work."
"I'm required by law to notify you of the defense," she replied as she stood up. "I'll see you in court tomorrow." Machelle watched her go, her mouth wide open. As soon as the door closed Machelle was on the phone with a judge. Dawn would only succeed over her dead body.