Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ In But A Dream-A Sailormoon-JTHM crossover ❯ The time has come, my little friends ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

In but a Dream is a community written fic. If you wish to help write this crossover, join the Yahoogroup at groups.yahoo.com/group/in_but_A_Dream

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
____________________

In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

chapter 3- the time has come, my little friends...

Hotaru woke from her sleep, a blur to what was around her. The
darkness surrounded her. She could see absolutely nothing. She heard
a footstep from over in the corner of the room. A radiator rumbled
and a light switch was flicked on.
The room was filled suddenly with fluorescent light and what
surrounded her was a room full of strange looking objects.
Not even noticing that she was trapped in this insanity that was… was
what?
She heard him come in and traipse around the room, but she could not
see him. All she saw was shadows against the cold walls. His limp
frail hands clanged all of his tools together in corners of the room.
Glints of shadows danced across the walls and played secretly,
blacking out the lights and making Hotaru strangely confused. She
heard the sharp, metal blades clang and screech against each other.
Crying for a chance to be chosen for the next horrifying act, that
they wanted and needed to be a part of.
The worlds a stage, all the worlds a stage.
Hotaru looked around the small room with only the fluorescent lights
from the shining in it, making an eerie glow around the room. The
shadows still danced away.
She stared down at the frigid marble floor to see a deep, dark red
stain all over it. She wondered for a while what this stain was from,
it smelt of rotted, dead rodents flaming carcass'. The smell sat
unpleasantly in her stomach as she got up, feeling weak and dizzy in
her head. She walked queasily around the room. Johnny hopped out from
behind one of his machines, and then jumped behind another. Hotaru
walked over to where Johnny walked around the cold, dark room humming
a sickening tune, searching for something.
"So, how was your rest?" He asked, immediately after returning to his
tune, which she could identify now as ` what can you do with a
drunken sailor, what can you do with a drunken sailor, what can you
do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning…'
"Oh, right, you. Hey, didn't I defeat you?'"
"No, I'm terribly sorry, it was the other way around, which is, of
course how it will always be." He sneered at her. She could see the
reflection of his crooked smile in the shiny silver blade that he had
just picked up and held out in front of him, eyeing it as if it were
the perfect specimen for his next experiment.
The cold started to get to the young Japanese girl who added the
smell of flowers to the darkened underground layer. Everywhere she
stepped, a light followed her and the darkness was gone. But in the
presence of Johnny, the darkness still lingered.
Hotaru looked up at all of the contrapments around her and realized
they're purpose was to torture people, out of them oozed liquid red,
blood, seeping out and cascading to the dirty, creaking floorbords. The floor
cringed. She reassembled herself and looked at the situation again.
The contrapments were still there, but there was no blood. She made a
pretty good guess that these things which stood before her, sharp
needles pointing from inside them, straps in every which direction,
blades just above, were for the pure enjoyment of the sickest mind on
the planet, which this mind would use to torture his next victim.
She didn't have the need or want to stick around and see who the next
victim would be.
Johnny burst out into laughter.
This blood-curdling bundle of chuckles sent shivers through her whole
body. He continued his laughter, noticing the effect it had on the
young girl in his presence. His eyes rolled around in his sockets.
The veins pulsated in his head as he cocked it back and his laughter
was pushed through the thick, black air. The sound bounced off the
roof and echoed through the room, and off the door.
The door, hmm… she eyed it carefully, her purple eyes scanning every
inch of it. Brass knob, clean as a whistle, white painted wood…
Hotaru realized for the first time that they were alone, all alone,
and she had had enough.
Her eyes glimmered and now stared at Johnny standing right in and her
body slowly started moving towards the door.
A cold clean swipe of air went by her. Johnny ran after her
frantically. To her surprise she saw Johnny, right smack dab in front
of her. His menacing eyes glinted and he held up a large knife in
front of hers. She pushed him away coolly.
"Listen, whacko. I have a life and therefor I have better things to
do then to be here watching you, making sure you don't do anything to
hurt yourself."
"Fine, leave then, but don't forget me, cos I'll see you around."
"Hah, no you won't." Hotaru grasped the shiny doorknob, turned it and
found a long hallway leading to a tall, stone stairway, a light was
eminent at the top.
She ran.
Doors to her right and left whipped by as she ran at full speed. Her
sailor suit was still on. It bounced crisply as she ran and as she
panted. Her fear had gotten a hold of her and she was glad to be out
of the blood stained room, but she was still afraid to be in his
house.
Once she reached the stairs she looked back.
She saw Johnny standing just inside the open door. In the white room
filled with black evil. Torture machines, and there he stood in front
of the deep red stain on the white floor. Blade at his feet. He had a
large smile that spread from side to side on his face, showing
stained yellow teeth. His deep eyes glimmered in the light and the
door slammed in his face. She heard a shrill laugh come from the
room, followed by a harsh scream.
Hotaru began to run once more. Up the stairs to a door. Open. Leave
it, don't look back… she ran through his flat and in her dazzled
rush, she actually found the front door. She jangled the knob in an
attempt to open it, but it wouldn't open. She swore he was after her,
coming to get her right behind her… closer…hurry…closer… hurry…
closer… hurry up you bitch… she unlocked the door and flung it open,
almost ripping it off the hinges. She quickly closed it behind her.
She was out on a small street. Little houses in a row on either side.
Families tucking in their youngins' for bed, lights went out in these
rooms as `Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite!' came
from the loving parents after a long day for the child.
The lampposts stood tall to the blackened sky, which was lit with the
menacing smile of the full moon and the distant stars that went along
in space. Millions of light years away.
Hotaru folded her arms around her fragile body as she began to walk
down the crooked sidewalk.
Vinyl blind shades were split apart in a final attempt to gaze at
that girl… curse her… her touch…FUCK!
He turned his back and ran to his room, howling with laughter.