Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ In But A Dream-A Sailormoon-JTHM crossover ❯ ACK! ( Chapter 2 )

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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.
This particular chapter was written by Hailey McCarthy-Goode
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In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

chapter 2 ~AWE!

Before his very eyes her transformation had begun and as he stood in
absolute awe, in a quick second she had become a new. Her dark blue
pants and silky lavender shirt had changed into a school girls outfit
on acid.
He swung his blade once more, not even wanting to notice what she had
done right then and there. He didn't think for one second of it
before the rage inside of him had boiled over, spreading heat vapidly
through his cold, blue veins. His strong mind and frail body surged
with energy and life as he realized that she dared to defy him. Yet,
she had easily leapt over the quick strike of the glimmering blade
and had kicked him square in the nose.
His vital life juices flowed in a river out of his flaming nostrils.
His sweat trickled evenly down his high forehead and newly strung-out
body.
Her hair dangled in the wind as she landed with the ease of a flower
petal, and as beautiful. He had hoped, at that moment that there
would be more to come. He enjoyed the challenge. But, she stood
silently. Her deep, violet eyes stared him down. She saw straight
through him. Her mind wondered for a brief moment in time who this
person may be. Was he one of the nega-forces minions? No, too strange
looking, although there have been a few that weren't that hot.
"Who, or what are you? Speak to me now for I am sailor Saturn,
protector of Earth, and I will strike at you if you come any closer."
The tall, black clothed man hung his head slowly down. He started to
chuckle. The chuckle turned slowly into evil, hysterical laughter.
His eyes glimmered in the soft sun. Black and cold. Ready. They
rolled around in their loose sockets as his head leapt to the sky and
his laughter reflected his perfect insanity.
"YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHO I AM! HAH! HAH, HAH! HAH!" he leapt into
the air and sliced through it with mass precision. His shiny blade
slit slightly into her white and purple glove. It sunk into her soft
skin as he dragged it along. She shrieked in agony. The cold steel
blade sunk deeply into her skin as he stared at her motionless. Her
lips curved out to the sides in a shrieking grimace. Blood slowly
poured from her newly cut wound, blade still in. A tear fell softly
through her partly closed eyes. The pain lingers through her body.
Her forehead shriveled up into massive wrinkles with her cries of
pain. He counted every bead of sweat on her cold, snowy white face.
The sun cast a shadow upon her as it set in the distant west, just
behind her.
He slid the blade out and found himself running to catch her before
she fell to the hard concrete below. His arm smoothly caught her
lightweight body as it frumpled lifelessly. A body. He felt her chest
to see if his victim had so easily fallen. The case wasn't so. Her
chest rose and fell, rose and fell as he felt it under his trembling
fingers.
He lifted her and gazed down at the lonely city. Morbid and
disgusting. Laughing at him as he slowly walked down the hillside to
his lonely abode. His victim hung lifelessly over his thin, bony
shoulders. She would meet a fate not to be wanted, but inevitable in
that little shack on a corrupted street. And later, in his dreams, he
would remember how it had been so easy to walk down the hill, through
the dirty city, to his street, with her smooth body flailing on his
body, the purple skirt bouncing in the light air.
Home.