Here it is…the end…of SAW 1. WOOT! Finally, I can move on, and begin seriously revamping and slaughtering the sequel…aw...i nearly made a pun.
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Sunsets of the Past
As the sun was setting, several things happened. The residence of the Tsukino's erupted in a massive fire that destroyed everything flammable. The remains of Serena Tuskino were found, and the bone structure was matched up to that of Sailor Moon's various body prints through out the city.
The government decided to keep that a secret though, as they panicked to how they were to defend Tokyo now. The one official who could do anything for defense was found murdered the next day. The four missing girls were supposedly labeled as the senshi, and a small shrine went up behind Cherry Hill Temple, dedicated to the fallen senshi.
Their families were devastated, for many reasons.
Ami Mizuno's mother kept her career as a doctor, but lost her passion for life shortly afterward. It was rumored she overdosed on one of her shifts.
The few who knew Lita Kino closed all the restaurants they could, in honor of the electric Amazon.
Mina Aino's mother, Aphrodite, which was her modeling name, went anorexic, and starved her self to death, and knowing she was about to die, donated everything to various charities.
That money was taken, though, by the white lord, as Tokyo began to burn to the ground. Rei's father became aligned with the religious members of the community, and realized how much her living coldness even affected him. Her mother's grave was visiting several times before Senator Hino's body was found, shot in the head, behind the grave stone.
The years went by, and Tokyo did burn. The few survivors of the original generation became vigilantes, and regretted every moment of senshi abuse. Darien disappeared into the shadows of Tokyo, and Andrew's arcade became an underground safe house, before the arcade chain was barred and burned, with Andrew's family taking the result of his being out of town. The blond man never recovered his light heartedness.
Hundreds of years later, technology around the world stopped growing, and began to devolve into the dark ages. A new kind of caste system emerged, either the tainted, or the tortured. One group went unnoticed though, and according to the books, never existed. They called themselves Obsidian Blades.
A dark man lay in shadows, rarely emerging, and dreamt of a time long past. The shadows began to surround him, till mortality became a dream, and the pain of Tokyo became a reality. It was rumored that the drops of water that echoed through the concrete underground base was his tears was of one lost, one died. It was rumored he died, as well.
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sniff…Like? Hate? Please don't burn this to the ground with flames...i know the story as a whole is sketchy. Thanks to the first people who reviewed this…they are partially the reason of why I continued. Now the dramatic moment can end...till later!
"It's over!" by Saturns Darkness