Visions of Love
Chapter Four: A Glimpse into the Future
Some time in the future where evil Wyatt and Beryl are:
"She did what?" Came the voice of a young man in the shadows.
In the underground, sat a throne on top of a small marble stage. The throne was quite large for the man sitting on it. It was made of pieces of steel and bones. The man sitting on it was leaned back and dark shadows covered his face. Before him, a few feet away from the stage, was a dirty blonde headed man with a grey colored, fully body uniform on. His hair was tide in a loose pony tail. Zack, the third General of Wyatt's army, and one of his closes friend. Zack was on one knee, bowing down to the shadow-covered man above him. He kept his head bowed as well, a show of respect, as he reported the news.
"Yes, Sire. The demon spy saw Sailor Moon enter the time portal. We have reason to believe that she has gone back in time as Chris has. She may be offering her service to him and the Charmed Ones."
"I see." Was all the man could say, without raising his voice in an acid tone. He never showed his emotions to any one, especially not his Generals. Emotions were a sign of weakness and he hated the fact that he was overwhelm with emotions now. Anger. Hurt. Betrayal. Hate. They striped and tore him apart inside. His own wife had went against him. She was the enemy now, and he had to treat her as one. As any other enemy of his, he would have to kill her.
" What is our next move?" Zack questioned. Fear wavered in his voice, and he cleared his throat to get rid of it. The thought of Serena going against Wyatt felt like a stabbed in the gut. He didn't dare to think of how Wyatt was taking it. The fear he had felt had come from the fact that Wyatt might actually have his Generals go after her. That was another stab in the gut. He loved his friend and king, but Zack, nor the others could ever hurt Serena.
The clacking of heels coming near was heard and Zack held his breath. He didn't need to look up and see who it was. The sudden chill in the air acknowledged the woman's presence. Beryl. The clacking sound had come to a stopped and Zack tilted his head up to see that the auburn hair witch stood inches from his knelt body. Her hair was curly, almost appearing wild and frizzy. It was long and went down to her waist. She held it back with an odd looking crown she wore. Her outfit was a skin tight purple dress. It was strapless and allowed her chest to prop up some, giving the illusion she actually had something. It was backless and went down to her feet, covering her matching high heels. Her skin was an abnormal white, making her look deathly cold. She had long red painted finger nails, that were starting to curl under. Beryl's eyes were a dark forest green that turned black when she was angry. Her lips were covered in a think red lip stick, the only make-up she ever wore. They were curved into a mischievous grin. The witch was up to something, Zack could tell and he wasn't going to like it either.
"Queen Beryl," Wyatt spoke out in a disgustingly pleased voice. Zack felt himself about to hurl. " what do I owe to this visit of yours?" He asked placing his elbow in his knee. Wyatt leaned forwards and rested his head on his hand. His long blonde curls hung in his face. He held no expression on his face. Zack saw Beryl's expression change from mischievous to hurtful.
"I heard the news of your wife's betrayal, Sire. I am completely and utterly shocked. I decided to come and comfort you." She said in a low seductive tone. That was all it took for Zack.
"If you'll excuse me, I have errands to run, Sire. Summon me when you are..uh.." The general looked up at Beryl again and smirked. "..ready to take out the trash..." The man chuckled lightly and then shimmered away. Beryl scowled and then looked up at Wyatt. She stepped up to the thrown and placed a hand on Wyatt's head, running her hand through his hair.
"Sire, when do you intend on ridding yourself of those disrespectful generals of yours? You are too great and powerful to have to put up with such indolence." She said, having him know she was sucking up.
Wyatt scoffed and grabbed a hold of Beryl's hand, pulling it away from his head. He shifted her body to stand in front of him, still having a hold of her. "I put up with them because they are my most trusted men. They are my brothers." He said before pulling the auburn headed woman down on his lap. "You should not worry yourself of them. I need you to worry about freeing Queen Metallia. The sooner she is freed, the sooner we rule the universe."
Four grown men sat around a large wooden table (The same one in the episode that had King Arthur's sword and the lady of the lake) . There was only one seat empty, the seat of their leader. The man that sat at the right of Wyatt's seat was Kevin. Next time him, sat Nick, then Zack, and finally Justin. Each having the same features as they did when they were children. Only now older, larger, and had uniforms on. Kevin wore a full black one with orange and gold armor shoulder pads, with a matching cape. His hair was even longer now and reached mid back. It was still held in a half pony tail. Nick's hair was a darker shade of red and was geld in its usual style. His uniform was a maroon and silver color, with a ruffled matching cape. Zack had on a his other uniform on, the one that he wore with his armor. It was completely white with silver and green designs on his armored shoulder pads. No cape. Justin wore a navy blue outfit with gold buttons on one side of his top. He had a red and gold color on his armor. Like Zack, he had no cape. Each warrior having two swords on their belts.
They sat in silence at the table. Thoughts running through their minds, all the same. Questions as to why Serena had went back in time. Their hands were laced together and laid on the surface of the table.
"I don't blame her for doing it." Justin said finally. The other jerked their heads up to glance at him in question. He pulled himself up from the chair as it went crashing into the wall. "Don't give me that look! You know as well as I do, she had every right to do so!" He shouted.
"Calm down, Justin. No one said anything." Zack said and motioned for him to get his chair and sit back down.
"You didn't have to say anything." He shot back before retrieving his chair. The curly blonde plopped into his chair, making a big thud sound. "We should have never allied with Beryl. She has turned Wyatt against us all."
"She had are lovers murdered..." Nick trailed off as he bowed his head. The memory of his beloved Sailor Jupiter. The chestnut brown amazon who had a passion for fighting, cooking, and running her own flower shop.
"That's right." Justin spoke even louder. Silently thanking Nick for bringing the subject up. "Beryl convinced that they were traitors. THEM! The Legendary Sailor Scouts! They would have never betrayed him!"
"Beryl's up to something. I can feel it. It's no longer about joining good and evil together." Kevin added in his opinion.
"Next thing you know, we'll be on the executioner's block!" Justin shouted again
"It's only a matter of time." Zack said.
"We have to do something about it. I can't just sit here and wait to be the next one to die." Nick spoke out, pushing the memory of his lover aside. "Chris was right all along. We should have seen it. Wyatt has been corrupted. He no longer sees the rule objective."
"I tell you, it's all Beryl's doing. If we could just get her out of the picture long enough. I'm sure we could win Wyatt back!" Justin announced slamming his fist on to the table. There was another long period of silence again. Each thinking back to Wyatt's younger brother. He had protested against Wyatt and Beryl's alliance. They had all thought of him crazy. Now they weren't too sure. The news about Serena had finally made things clear to them. The men had to figure out a way to help her and Chris.
"Hey guys..." Zack said lowly. He remembered his thoughts from earlier. "What if Beryl convinces Wyatt to order us to go after Serena and Chris?"
The other three men slowly raised their heads and glanced back and forth to each other. Their faces paled with the realization that they might have to be the ones that kill her.
"What are we going to do?" The final question coming from Nick.