Konnichiwa, minna-san! Oh, and Happy Holidays to you all as well!
TAKE THIS AS FAIR WARNING: This fic is very, very dark, which of course would explain the rating. Like I just said, this fic is really dark, but in no means is it satanic. Sorry to those of you who like it, but I cannot stand occult stuff, it creeps me out! Oh yah, one more thing, I'd really like some feedback on this. I don't care if you flame me, criticize me, or praise me, whatever! Just please, do me the honor of sending some feedback. I put a lot of work into this, and I just want to know what you think! It's as simple as that! Enjoy!
Opps! One final note, I don't usually write this dark; not even close. If anyone, anyone at all, is interested in commenting, my e-mail address is Junon12@aol.com. Thanks!
Disclaimer: No I don't own Sailor Moon, Naoko Takeuchi beat me to it.
Rating: PG13/R
Cold; so terribly, terribly cold. Washing over her body in a wave of pure ice, like tiny needles tempting her fragile hold on life. Each breath of the wind made her writhe in utter agony, her open gashes protesting irefully as the blood spilled forth from each. Blood; it was everywhere, covering her assemblage in ever-growing rivers, fed by her pulsing heart. She opened her mouth to scream, only to be met in silence and a wash of that same red liquid overflowing the ivory of her teeth. The nauseating smell that tainted her senses was in itself enough to give her cause to vomit, and she would have if not for her swollen throat which barely allowed her to suck inward the very breath that sustained her.
How had it come to this? Her hazy mind teased her in questioning that which caused her to relive the hellish events of the past week. But she was not alone in her misery for, as she now held as fact without doubt, the fates have an absence of the heart. 'Such vile creatures they must be!' She had mused woefully some time ago, scarcely able even then to suppress the insanity that blackened the rim of vision to her mind's eye. Now, her comrades and loved ones were strewn much as she was about the unnerving scene that played in a seeming slow motion to all that had eyes to attend. This played with her frailty of mind even more so, causing her to weep inwardly in both anguish and anger. She wept in anguish for those who had fallen about her, their hopes, their dreams, and all that they stood for, falling with them in a dizzying spiral that ended in utter hopelessness on the bleak and uncaring ground that now bore the burden of their motionless bodies. She wept in anguish for her own delinquency in fight, and for an absolution that would never come. Looking back on the past she now saw clearly where all had gone awry and guiltlessly had brought them plummeting along with it. They hind sight is twenty-twenty vision, and hell are they right.
There was blood on their hands now, tainting their once pure souls from the stunning white that they had once been, to the dull and grayed color they now depicted, entirely devoid of life. 'Like fallen angels' a small child had whispered befittingly only moments before her life was gulled from her, taking her youthful innocence as its' spoils. No, they had not taken her life, not in all reality, but neither had they been able to sustain it. To the senshi, that was fault enough. Never had human life been suffered a casualty of battle. Never had any earthly being even been mortally wounded. They were at a loss, an unequivocally complete loss. A loss for words, for understanding, and for any way at all in which to rectify the terrible outrages against the people who were ridden with grief. They mourned for the dead, their lives having been so fleeting, netted without the opportunity for struggle on the part of their victims.
It had never before occurred, not in all the history of the senshi. There, prior to the time at hand, had never been a direct act taken against the people; then again, there had never been an evil such as this that the senshi had encountered. This evil was more than that of the villain's they had vanquished before: It was vile and hideous, a black ooze that had started from a central being, and then spread out, encompassing all in it's path and leaving as it's brand the epitome of darkness that followed. Was it something akin to Chaos? The senshi could not tell. But as it spread over Tokyo, it instilled in the hearts of all it citizens, an unquenchable hatred that turned brother against brother, even mother against child. It breached every law ever erected in the human heart, and in turn it was not any tangible enemy that so mercilessly took the lives of so many; it was the people themselves. Through their maddened state had arisen terrible riots in which the senshi were forced to take life's blood from those they could not suppress. It was here that they had become jaded, as unending angst saturated the air, dulling their senses while yet heightening their awareness, if that is at all possible.
Now it had come to this. Without strength of heart or mind left to fight, the senshi had dropped their defenses and opened themselves to the barrages of assaults from the people who were now each as the serial killers only read about in the weekly newspapers. They couldn't take it any longer, could no longer stand against those they had protected time and time again and so they let their lives ebb away with each blow, whether weak or shuddering in strength. Hours had passed since they had abandoned all hope and presently each was lying in his own personal pool of blood, dying at a painfully slow rate. This was one evil that even the Princess of the Moon couldn't conquer, the evil of man. Perhaps it is the sheer mortality of it that makes it so lethal, the disregard for other human life, the uncaring eyes characterizing the morbidity of such a gaze that prohibits us in overcoming it.
'So this is what it comes down to,' Usagi thought bitterly, 'I have been defeated by the one thing I thought I had mastered, the faults of the human soul, the thing that man has been trying to triumph over since the dawning of time, when sin first touched the soul, forever tainting it. Perchance it will never be vanquished, but I must not think of that now. I can only hope that our deaths will stir in some the will to fight for a race that is capable of showing the most pure of beauties and by far the most horrid of evils. Our deaths must not be in vain.' And with that Serenity left the land, in person and in spirit, leaving behind only the lingering promise that destiny is not set in stone, and the hope that good really shall overcome evil.
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