Let The Day Begin

2: Let The Horror Start

Author-DanzigMisfit

Suggested Listening Music-The Misfits: Devils Whorehouse

Disclaimer- I don't own Sailor Moon or any related characters.

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She slowly opened her eyes to the dark dusty wooden room she was in. The smell and taste of blood attacked her senses violently. The searing pain from her midsection was enough for her to scream and cry for days, but she found no strength to do so. It was as if her whole stomach had been ripped out. She looked up to see the dusty floor and down to see the rotting wooden ceiling, she was hanging upside down by her legs as if she was a chandelier in an old Victorian mansion, her arms limb at her side barely scratching the floor. The young girl of only about 18 was walking home from her night class the night before. She remembered a young man in sunglasses walking up to her, and then she woke up here. Thinking about where she was and how she got here was giving her a headache. That mixed with the warm thick liquid pouring into her eyes made her want to cry, but she just didn't have the strength to.

Suddenly the door at the far end of the room burst open and in walked the figure of a man. The small light bulb of the room turned on making her wretch with pain as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. She slowly looked around the small wooden room that resembled the attic of an old house, not moving too much for any amount of movement caused a flood of anguishing pain to rip through her body. All that was in the small room was a small table in the far wall with a single chair. Next to it was a small hibachi grill, a TV set on the opposite wall and a dorm refrigerator next to that. In the corner of the room was a medium size black wooden trunk. Turning her attention back to the door way see spied a young man of about 23, American decent, average build and wearing sunglasses. In his arms he carried two six packs of Guinness Stout. After putting the two six packs in the refrigerator he began to approach the girl, who would have leaned away from him, if she had the power.

"My God, are you still alive?" The sunglassed man asked leaning close to her face.

"Who are you?" She managed to choke out.

"I'm the nice guy from last night." He smiled as he continued. "I'm the guy who kidnapped you, raped you, and ultimately the guy who put you in the position you're in right now. And I must say, not to many people would have the ability to speak when their insides are, well, on the outside. Oh ho ho, resilient this one." He finished shaking his finger in front of her face.

It was true; slowly looking down she could see her midsection torn open with her stomach and intestines hanging out.

"Why?" She choked as she finally summoned to strength to softly cry.

"Well it really wasn't that easy." He began, pulling the chair up and sitting upon it in front of her, to avoid sitting in the pool of blood on the floor. Then he continued. "First I had to stop the bleeding after I cut you stomach open. I had to remove all the shit, then it was a matter of burning wounds closed, stuffing you with paper to clog the blood flow. Pinch a nerve here pinch a nerve there, bada bing bada boom, your major bleeding becomes minor bleeding. So you bleed to death much much slower."

He looked down at her while she looked up to him, tears mixing with blood and rolling down her face.

"OH." He said surprisingly snapping back on the chair. "You meant why did I do any of this. Uuuhhhh I like death, aaand destruction. I like pumping people full of unholy pain and sorrow, then kill them and send their remains to their family. There's just this killer high you get when you're done rapping a girl and then start mutilating her body while she's still alive. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and looking very sexy. See, I love fucking really hot bitches but really hot bitches don't always wanna fuck me. So I rape them then mutilate their bodies, such as I did with you. Oh by the way I threw your clothes away since they were covered in blood, and you pretty much don't need them anymore. "

He stood up and moved closer to her running his hand up her naked bloody body. Up to her waist and over her womanhood, extending his middle finger and quickly shoving it in and out of her womanhood.

"Can you feel that? No? Didn't think so." He said stepping back and sitting back in his chair, continuing. "Or maybe it just didn't feel good, I mean look at you. That must really fucking hurt." He paused then continued. "Ah….I'm looking for a door. A door with tremendous power, and once I find this door, I'll be one more step closer to realizing my dream. I went to a fortuneteller to find out where it was, but he took death over telling me. And now I'm back to square one. What do you think I should do?"

He leaned forward to look at her. She just stared back at him, still crying.

"Hmph, oh well." He said leaning back in his chair. "Damned old fool……..maybe that's it. He was old so he knew he was gonna die soon. It didn't matter what I did, death was stalking him regardless of my actions. So I need to find a younger fortune teller and threaten his life." He then looked down at the girl. Shaking his finger and smiling he continued. "You, you, you're a smart one you are, and to thank you for your help." The smile faded from his face. "I will grant you death and put you out of your misery."

He wound up his right leg and kicked her in the head. The force of the kick shoved her head up into her torso, shattering her neck. But the force was too great and her skull was too weak to withstand it. It imploded upon itself sending bone fragments and brain matter spewing through out the room. The body was lift high to the ceiling smashing through the rotted wood, but the chain held strong pulling the now lifeless body back down into the room. It swung from side to side pouring blood all over the floor making the small pool much bigger. The sunglassed man turned and walked over to the medium size black trunk in the corner of the room, unlocked and opened it. Inside was a small teenage girl, bound and gagged, crying so much there was an inch of water on the floor of the trunk, soaking her long green hair.

"Well, that bitch is dead. So when I get back, it's your turn." He said leaning in.

He stood up, closed the trunk and locked it, retrieved a Guinness from the refrigerator and quickly drank it. He then tossed to empty bottle, shattering it to pieces, turned off the small light and left, locking the door behind him.

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It was a wonderful day to be at the park. The afternoon sun was shining bright in the cloudless sky, sending warmth and light to the ground below. The sounds of birds chirping and children playing were enough to forget about the loud cars of the inner city that roared around the outside of the park in the distance. Usage and Ami quietly strolled through the park watching the leaves shake in the breeze on the summer trees.

"Ah, what a great day to be at the park." Usage said to no one in particular.

"Usage-chan. We should be trying to find out more information about this new evil Rei has been worried about. If he's as bad as Rei thinks, then we need to be more prepared for when he arrives." Ami declared.

"Oh but Ami-chan. It's too nice a day to worry about things like that." Usage whined as she looked around the park. Then a large grin crossed her face and she continued. "Hey look! A fortuneteller. We can go ask him about this guy. Plus he's a hunk! Come on Ami-chan."

She grabbed Ami by the hand and they both raced off towards the small little booth that sat under a cherry blossom tree. As they reached the booth Usage had to stop abruptly for a taller man wearing sunglasses had stepped in her way. Usage looked up at the man for a moment.

"What a total hottie." She thought to her self.

At that very moment the sunglassed man reached over the booth and grabbed to young fortuneteller by the collar. Lifting him up the sunglassed man pulled the fortuneteller closer to his face.

Frightened the fortuneteller yipped out. "What do you want with me?"

"Where's the fucking door?" Replied the sunglassed man.

Suddenly Usage snapped out of her short trance and grabbed the man's sleeve.

"HEY!" She snapped. But was thrusted by the man into the air and a couple of feet back.

Ami ran up to consol her friend.

"You better transform, I'll call the other girls." She whispered

"Right." Usage agreed.

"Know that that little inconvenience is out of the way." The Sunglassed man continued to the fortuneteller. "Where's the fucking door?"

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE." Boomed a voice from the trees.

Looking irritated and groaning the sunglassed slowly look up to the direction in which the voice came.

"Fortune tellers are our eyes into the future. They help people with their questions and young girls find love. I am Sailor Moon and I stand for truth and justice. In the name of the moon, I shall punish you!" Said the blond teen girl dressed in a sailor inspired mini skirt as she jumped down from the tree.

"What the fuck is a Sailor Moon." The sunglassed man replied as he let the fortuneteller fall the ground. The fortuneteller quickly regained his posture and ran off screaming. But he didn't get far.

The sunglassed raised his hand and pointed one finger at the fleeing fortuneteller. Tiny beams of light began swirling around his fingertip, combining making a small ball the size of a quarter in front of the finger. Suddenly a thick beam of light shot from the ball and cut right through the fortuneteller's head. The silent limb body fell to the ground, lifeless.

Sailor Moon looked on in horror at the terrible murder that had just occurred.

"W-wh-why?" She stuttered unbelieving of the event that just conspired.

"He didn't answer my question. He was no use." He answered with a slight laugh. "And now it's your turn."

"NOT SO FAST." Boom another voice.

The man looked over to see 4 teen girls dressed like Sailor Moon, each with there own distinct color. Mars in red, Jupiter in green, Mercury in blue and Venus in orange. And beside them was a small girl dressed as the others in pink. She was Sailor Mini Moon.

"WE ARE THE SAILOR SCOUTS AND…" They all chimed but were unable to finish, for as they spoke the sunglassed man shot forward with lightning speed and took Sailor Moon by the throat. With an evil grin on his face he lifted his fist and prepared to strike her….but stopped. A red rose had been flung at him. He shoved Sailor Moon down and turned to face a tall dark haired wearing a tuxedo, top hat, white mask and cape. As the Sailor Scouts ran up to check on their friend the sunglassed man began walking toward the masked man.

"Picking on innocent girls is an unforgivable act. I am Tuxedo Mask, and I will not let you get away with this." Tuxedo Mask told the advancing man.

"Did you just throw a fucking rose at me? Who the fuck throws a rose?" The sunglassed man asked angrily still advancing.

Tuxedo Mask quickly jumped over the sunglassed man and joined the Sailor Scouts. Tuning, the sunglassed man held his arms out then swung them forward clapping his hands. A curved blade of light shot from his hands tearing through the spot where the Sailor Scouts stood. They all dove out of the way of the blade, which left a small deep trench. Most of the Scouts dove to the left except for Sailor Mercury who was stranded from her friends on the right.

"So you wanna bug the shit out of me, and piss me off? Fine, loss your friend." The sunglassed man said with an evil grin.

He held his right arm out, palm out, facing Sailor Mercury. Tiny beams of light began collaborating into a small ball in front of his palm.

"MERCURY!" Sailor Moon screamed as she scrambled to reach her friend. But it was to late. A giant beam of light shot from the palm of the sunglassed man to Sailor Mercury. Right before it hit the beam expanded and consumed everything where Sailor Mercury once was.

To Be Continued….