going to be rather disturbing in future installments. I'd like to thank Cao over
at http/www.bymoonlight. for beta-ing this sucker. Oh
yes, one more thing: I don't own Sailormoon or any variant. I don't want to.
Naoko Takeuchi does. Good for her. I personally dislike what she's currently
done with it. SailorAnubis however, is mine. Please don't use her without first
contacting me. If you ask politely, I probably will say yes. Anyway- Enjoy the
fic. Questions and comments can be sent here: http/home.
A Pocket Full of Ultra-violence
Chapter 2 - The Poof Went Away.
Who knew how much time had passed? Opening her eyes, Anarchic
Risks whimpered.
She wiped her lids with the back of a hand, clearing away crust and goo.
Clearly, she slept long enough to collect that little mess.
Again, the lights were bright and pure, stabbing pain into
her skull like thousands
of little needles. Begrudgingly, she tensed her toned abdominal muscles and
forced herself into an upright sitting position.
'Narky's eyes snapped open in horror as several realizations
galvanized her
mind, each one clamoring for the majority of her attention.
Anarchic Risks screamed.
At the sound of her cry, the double doors of the infirmary
soon opened, allowing
a scattered group of nurses and doctors passage. The new entities were led
by a young-looking woman. Here smartly cropped hair and large, wise eyes were
the colour of a wild midnight tempest.
If 'Narky were less rambunctious, she might have had the mind to read the name
tag. It read 'Ami Mizuno MD.'.
"THE POOF WENT AWAY!" 'Narky screamed in a stressed
keen, voice broken with
agony. Her fingertips pressed against her stomach, as if she wished to claw
her
own guts out.
Dr. Mizuno gripped the smaller woman's wrists, and using a
surprising
amount of strength, forced them from 'Narky's stomach. The doctor leaned
forward, pinning 'Narky's hands to the bed. 'Narky thrashed like a woman
possessed and exorcized, nails shredding the heavy duty, hospital issue sheets.
Her legs flailed around Dr. Mizuno like wild, epileptic serpents. In a gifted
act of agility, 'Narky managed to kick the doctor away from her. Never pausing
to breathe, 'Narky took this opportunity to leap off the bed and head through
the double doors to salvation.
She did not stop as an orderly rushed towards her. 'Narky was
a blur to him as
she coiled and sprung, leaping upwards towards a height that no mere human could
easily achieve. He felt it as she placed a foot upon his right shoulder, using
him as ground or leverage. 'Narky's other foot made contact sharply with his
head, heel to the skull base with a sickening snap. 'Narky then stepped off
him,
letting her fingertips and the ball of one foot absorb her landing. Striking
back her other foot, she struck the orderly on the back of the knee and listened
as he crumpled to the ground behind her. Mismatched eyes turned to the left
as
'Narky's head shifted to the right. Colours flew as a hand reached out for her,
grazing the shell of her left ear. Without any moment's hesitation, she gripped
the
offending arm, throwing her weight right-wise, and forcibly claiming the arm
as her own.
With a surprisingly loud pop, the arm twisted awkwardly and was rendered useless.
Hastily, Anarchic rose to her feet and once again began shooting
down the long,
crystalline hallway. Upon passing a T junction in the hall, she did not notice
another being
just itching to grab her. 'Narky was tackled and skidded to a stop, feet squeaking
shrilly as they rubbed against the polished tiles. It was not until a palm pressed
against her bare nipple that 'Narky realized she was nude. With a feral
sneer, 'Narky's hand shot up and blinded her captor. When she was released,
all she did was run.
Her bare shoulder slammed violently into a wall as a corner
popped up, seemingly
out of nowhere, and blocked her way. She turned swiftly, palms pressed against
the walls, searching for an escape. Shivers ran through her as a crowd
began to cut off the way she came. Absently, 'Narky could identify most of the
onlookers as untransformed senshi.
"Where's my daughter!" She screamed, head jerking
around to take in her
surroundings. 'Narky's eyes widened as she caught sight of her reflection in
the
perfect crystal walls of the palace.
'Narky's hair was no longer sheered haphazardly down to her
chin. Instead, it fell past her shoulder blades in bed-headed waves. Tendrils
and slithers stuck to her sweat-glowing body in darker violet colours, nearly
appearing black in their own right. Her hand shot up, raking through
some of the messy tresses. Fingers curled around the mop of purple, and tugged.
The sound of hair giving way was audible to the crowd as a fist full of the
stuff ended up in 'Narky's hand. Now she faced the audience, watching
the Queen herself make her way to the center and head of the group.
"WHY IS MY HAIR LONG? Where's Sickle? Why is it so
quiet? Did you take him to
the animal shelter? You can't DO THAT! He's MINE! My Guardian! I want my
husband! I want my hair back! What HAPPENED TO ME? I HAD A DAUGHTER!"
Tears began to flow as 'Narky absently registered that the
crowd was closing in.
In a last ditch attempt, she shot to the left, but felt strong, steely arms
wrap around
her flat tummy causing 'Narky to come crashing to the floor. SailorUranus flipped
the small woman over onto her back, bringing her long legs to either side of
the madwoman. Pinning her arms above her, Uranus
glared at 'Narky, who was screaming incoherently.
'Narky managed to see Dr. Mizuno approaching, readying a needle.
This only caused
'Narky to shriek louder and struggle harder, in vain. The woman choked on her
own voice as the
sharp needle pierced her little navel.
Stress and effort melted away from 'Narky as the synthetic
concoction jolted
through her bloodstream.
"Imagine. A world without."
'Narky gazed upon herself. A Self that once was. Anarchic Risks...Princess
of
Jaycalor and heir to the Throne. Destined to become its Sailorsenshi.
Yet, this Anarchic Risks sat in a great vastness of nothing,
nestled in a bundle of
plush, form-fitting pillows. Heavy chains kept her bound to this area. She looked
tired.
"Where am I now?" whimpered 'Narky.
"In your head."supplied the saner one.
'Narky's eyes shifted about, taking in the superficial shadows
that half-formed
a memory of her old room in her own world. "My head isn't s'posed to be
this
quiet."
The rattle of chains singing softly was heard as Princess Ana
lowered her head.
"Aye."
"Where's Sickle?" 'Narky suddenly demanded. "Why isn't he here!"
Princess Ana gently lifted her head, with all the princess-like
grace
one would expect. "He's here. But you are confused and he cannot help you.
Anarch-..ah..'Narky'...You're at a crossroads. You are somewhere else. A world
without. An alternate. You can be what you always dreamed. You can be what you
are.
You can be what you were meant to be. But you have to decide what that is and
was and will be."
'Narky felt her eyes narrow as she spoke slowly.
"Where is my daughter?"
"I am not sure." confessed the dream-self, mournfully.
"Everything
you feel, the grief, the confusion ...I feel it too. I am just as lost as you."
"Then why do you know more than me?" Snapped 'Narky,
her fists
curling into little balls of rage.
At that, Princess Ana gave a warm and patient smile, her mismatched
eyes
twinkling with affection for her more demented persona. "I am the ruling
side.
The Princess and future queen. I am what was meant to be. A trained ruler. In
short - I'm your heartfelt side. The side which knows what's right."
"Soooo...What do I do now?"
"Find the answers. Look through the memories of those around you."
'Narky gave her doppleganger a skeptical look, and then slowly
turned towards where she remembered the exit ought to be.
Chains rattled with fervor as arms wrapped around her middle.
'Narky turned and
found herself in the Princess' arms.
"One final thing." Princess Ana added, voice suddenly
quavering with emotion.
Her eyes became glazed in wetness as 'Narky looked into them. 'Narky swallowed,
reaching out a hand to cup the Princess' cheek, thumb carefully and kindly
brushing back a falling tear. "When you awaken..." Princess Ana's
lips trembled
with an unidentifiable emotion. Fear was the closest definition 'Narky could
peg
put to it. The final words The Princess spoke were carried on a perfumed
breath barely loud enough for 'Narky to hear.
"He'll be right there."
Right there.
Right there.
Right there.
The darkness melted, giving way to light. A face filled the
bright void, smiling
down at the confused woman. The face became clear and identifiable.
Anarchic Risks screamed.
Oct 11th 11:11pm '05
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