1136 Days. That's how long you 14 followers have waited, hoped for an update. Either that or you forgot you followed this story completely. Anyway, I never forgot about this story. It was always in the back of my mind, and today I said no more. So here it is, only one more chapter after this and then it's over. I tried to get in all into one last chapter but I've hit a wall. Anyway I don't own Sailor moon and enjoy.
"Hotaru's gone!" Setsuna yelled bursting through the doors Chibiusa running after her.
"What do you mean she's gone?" Rei yells, quickly getting up from her chair and stalking towards Setsuna.
"I mean I sent her out to the car to wait for me and in the two minutes it took me to get out there she was gone! Her rabbit that she never goes anywhere without was just lying on the ground!" Setsuna is panting by the time she finishes her little rant, tears already pricking at her eyes.
"I'll find her!" Rei quickly calls out before running out the hospital doors and into the chilled night air.
"I need to go check on Usagi, take Chibiusa home and put her to bed." Mamoru orders, making to leave for the operating rooms.
"But I can't just-" Setsuna starts
"YOU CAN AND YOU WILL!" Mamoru belts out, anger and frustration in his voice Setsuna had never heard in all of her many years.
"Okay." Setsuna agrees, her voice barely above a whisper. She takes Chibiusa's hand and quietly pulls her out the door, feeling like a chastised child.
"MICHIRU!" Haruka yelled holding her lifeless body in her arms, tears cascading down her face. Michiru is gone. The only thing Haruka's mind can process. She sees but doesn't register the figure clad in a tight black knee length dress approach her until there's a sharp piercing pain in her chest. Out of shock Haruka lets go of Michiru, her body falling back down onto the operating table with a dull thud.
"Wha-" the only sound Haruka can force out of her failing body, before she falls to the ground in a heap.
"I'd go on a long rant detailing just how you've wronged me and abandoned me, but I'm short on time. I was on my way out but then you came storming in so the plan has kind of been pushed up." An achingly familiar voice says, as familiar scarred legs come into Haruka's field of vision. It takes more willpower than Haruka knows it should to look up at the figure and when she does, the little air in her lungs escapes her.
"No… Why you?" Is all Haruka can manage before a scalpel is dragged across her throat, blood immediately squirting and gushing from the deep wound. The crimson color quickly coats her clothes as dark spots start filling Haruka's vision.
"I guess I do have time for a why," The figure concedes, leaning down to Haruka's level, nothing but hate in her eyes.
"Because it's fun," The figure whispers coldly into Haruka's ear, before leaning back to see the look in her eyes. Haruka's eyes widen in horror, bringing a smile to the woman's face before the light disappears completely.
"Come on Eric we have a schedule to keep," The woman commands, swiftly leaving the room seconds before horror stricken hospital staff burst into the room.
Ami sat alone in the waiting room, barely aware of her surroundings. Her friends- no her best friends are dropping around her lick flies. First Mina then Makoto; and now Michiru's been hit by a car and Hotaru is just plain gone! There's only so much a person can take before it breaks them.
"I'm hardly passed my teens, I should be dealing with this much death!" Ami thinks to herself, running her hands through her hair manically.
"I'm supposed to be the calm one but how can anyone be calm in the fucking shitstorm!" Ami is all but yelling at herself, the hands running through her hair getting more and more frantic by the minute.
"Ami…" A soft and familiar voice calls out gently, causing her to still her movements and whip her head up in the direction of the voice. In a single second, a million things happen all at once. A friendly face comes into view, but it's impossibly older than it should be, a needle is thrust into her neck before she can even blink the depreser is pressed. A hot tingling sensation makes its way out from the injection site, and the familiar character leans down to her ear.
"I hope you enjoy the feeling of bleach in your veins, bitch." She says venom dripping off every word, every syllable. Ami doesn't- can't register what happens next all she registers is pain, hot and unrelenting as the tingling is quickly replaced with it. In the blink of an eye Ami is writhing on the floor screaming, clutching her neck; clawing at it uselessly trying to make the pain stop. Foam quickly gathers at the edges of her mouth, frothing as bile starts choking her burning lungs. The bleach is burning everything in its path and only leaves a river of agony and pain. A syringe slides across the floor, doctors and nurses rush over to help, alarmed by the girl's seemingly random deterioration.
"Bleach," Is all Ami can manage to gurgle out before her eyes roll back in her head and the seizing begins. Just before the pull of unconsciousness can claim her something in the back of Ami's mind, probably the logical and smart part, tells her she won't be waking up from this.
"Usagi is gone. She's not there, where is she?" The only thoughts that can make it's way coherently through Mamoru's mind. Getting up the the operating floor was the easy part, leaving it was the hard. As soon as the elevator doors opened in was chaos, doctors and nurses and police pushing through a crowd of people, blood coating many lab coats, hospital beds with white sheets pulled over their occupants just sitting out in the hall. Too many beds with lifeless people in it, too many white sheets stained red. Too many tear stained faces of staff as they tried to compensate and keep order in chaos that, by all means, doesn't want to be controlled. It takes hours just to get through the crowd and talk to someone who knows what's going on.
"Someone or something or maybe multiple someone's attacked some of our surgeons and nurses."
"I'm looking for my wife Usagi, she was taking up to surgery a while ago and I have to see that she's okay," Mamoru manages to tell the staff member, needing answers now.
The man grimisces before opening his mouth to speak, "A patient was attacked and another one is missing, I believe the name of the missing patient was Usagi."
"What do you mean you believe?! You don't know?" Mamoru shouts at the man, his anger bubbling over the surface.
"Look around!" The doctor yells back, clearly hitting his limit, "This place is in total chaos, the cops don't know what's going on, Hell I don't even know what's going on but what I do know is this. A patient was attacked, the one that got hit by a car I think it was, and one is missing! I need to be dealing with this cluster fuck of a day not you!" And with that the man disappears back into the crowd leaving a stunned Mamoru in his wake.
"Usagi could be hurt or worse." The thought suddenly rushes to the foreground of Mamoru's mind, and suddenly it's hard to draw in a breath. "She's fine she's fine she's fine," Mamoru repeats like a mantra to himself as he stumbles back into the nearest unoccupied wall. "She can't be dead she can't be dead. We have a daughter. We-" As suddenly as Chibiusa crosses his mind a conversation from earlier today pushes to the front, desperate to be heard.
"Ami." Mamoru said shaking her shoulder softly
"What?" She asked no louder than a whisper her voice cracking from lack of use, the fact she'd been crying not helping matters.
"How's Usagi?" He asked hugging Chibiusa a bit tighter
"They…took her away she stopped breathing… there was blood… so much blood I don't know anything else." Ami whispered rubbing at the tears that started to fall once again. Mamoru was too shocked to say anything he just sat there running his hand through his future daughter's hair, her presence reassuring him.
"Well, Chibiusa is still here therefore Usagi is fine." Mamoru said trying to reassure himself more than Ami, who looked over at Mamoru for the first time after sitting down.
"You're right if she's still here then Usagi has to be ok." Ami said absolutely giddy at this revelation.
"Ami I thought you were supposed to be the smart one." Mamoru sighed spirits lifting simple by looking at the joy that filled the girls eyes.
"That's right!" Mamoru exclaims loudly, before pushing through the still present crowd towards the exit.
It didn't take long for Setsuna to tuck chibiusa into her bed, back at Mamoru's place. Although it did take quite a few hours to get her to fall asleep. By the time she was sleeping soundly Setsuan was nearly dead on her feet. Taking refuge in Mamoru's room and quickly slipping under the covers Setsuna closed her eyes hoping for at least a few hours of sleep before the nightmares come. Right on the edge of sleep, something brings her back the the land of the living, completely aware.
"Something's wrong," is the only thought Setsuan can manage before, her hand darts out and grabs something solid, right in front of her prone form. Not wasting a second Setsuna flings her eyes open, clearly surprising the person above her.
"How could you be doing this?" Setsuna asked astonishment and hurt filling her voice, as she swiftly og tout of the bed. Not wasting a second Setsuna pushed the enemy forcefully against the nearest wall.
"You have nowhere to run," She nearly growls at the figure, "Now tell me why are you doing this?" Sadness creeps into her least few words, as she presses more weight into the figure.
"..." The person didn't respond.
"Of course not," Setsuna thinks as she takes a closer look at her assailant. "It can't be her it can't."
They're wearing a black hooded cloak that goes down to their knees and there is a scar on their left leg, going down from the knee to the ankle. Setsuns pulls down the hood to get a better look at their face, still unwilling to see what's right in front of her. Long silky light blond almost silver hair smoothly rolls down the assailants back.
"No!" Setsuna thinks to herself tearing the cloak completely off, "She wouldn't do this!" She shorter than Setsuna by what looks like six inches and is wearing a dress that was as black as night. It hugged her shape tightly and was only thigh length. There were scars covering her legs and her arms. Having enough of this the woman shoved Setsuna back and came at her with the knife again. Setsuna doged and kicked her right in the stomach.
"Pulling your punches?" The woman sneers at her lunging again with the knife. Setsuna manages another doge before grabbing the woman's arm and flinging the knife out of her reach, pushing the woman forward with her momentum. Not wasting a second Setsuna lands a kick squarely in the woman's back.
"Why are you doing this? Answer me!" Setsuna almost shouts, in a burst of emotion. Suddenly her legs are no longer under her and her hands are pinned to the ground. Knees press into her hands and back as a gag is forced into her mouth.
"No no no no no no!" Setsuan struggles against her attacker, refusing to give up until the last ounce of strength is sucked from her body.
"Two more," The woman sneers cutting and slashing and stabbing mercilessly at Setsuna. She screams and writhes on the ground until her movement grow sluggish and her vision goes dark.
"I've been confused all this time, but I finally see what I should have been doing from the start." The woman says before she stalks out of the room.