Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ In But A Dream-A Sailormoon-JTHM crossover ❯ The Last Victem ( Chapter 24 )

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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 24 ~the last victim~


Hotaru's feet rested sternly on the floor. Her sopping wet fuku
covered by the trench coat and cape. The water danced on the
concrete, in Hotaru's towering silhouette. She gazed at the man who
was harnessed into the strenuous looking device. His soft, blonde
hair fell in front of his tantalizing eyes as his head slumped to his
chest. His glasses shimmered in the dull light of the room, the light
reflected from them formed two small round dots on the floor of pure
light.
Hotaru walked sullenly to the bound man. Johnny stepped up to
Hotaru, holding an incandescent blade. He held it out to Hotaru's
waiting hands.
She held the immaculate blade. Hotaru's hand stroked the
harshly corrugated edge and her finger skirted the jagged side. A
freshly cut wound seeped crimson blood.
The head of the man tipped back in his restraints. His silver
eyes glinted from behind his thickly dirtied lenses. A pale shiver
traveled through Hotaru's silky body.
Hotaru's purple eyes were fixed upon the man's limp body. The
restraints bore into the man's skin. His veins throbbed perpetually
as his fists tightened.
Hotaru raised the blade to the man's face. The extreme edge
of the knife whispering on the soft skin of her victim. Skirting his
skin and cutting just slightly into it. A trickled of blood ran down his
slender face as he looked through his spectacles into Hotaru's un-
waning stare. A tear fell delicately down from his placid eyes and
pooled with his vermilion blood only to fall in a stream to the floor.
The blade grazed his tightened arms, as it dug deeper and
deeper the longer it went.
"Hotaru?" His soft voice tumbled from his plush lips.
Hotaru's blank stare was streaked with life for one second, then the
blade was thrust even deeper. The man showed no sign of pain. In
fact, his fists unclenched and his veins drifted back beneath his
harsh skin. A tear fell once more.
"Hotaru… please…" His voice whispered slowly. The barrier was broken
as Hotaru turned around and gazed at `Nny's gleaming smile and Hotaru
turned back to her victim. Her eyes becoming blank, glossy surfaces
once more, the blade digging much deeper.
Her free hand was grasped by her victims' as he yelled.
"HOTARU!"
"Papa…" The thoughts were coming back, slowly. She gazed at the man's
bleeding face. His eyes obstructed by the tears, but through the
surface, she could see.
Hotaru thrust the blade once more into her fathers arm, but it went
straight through this time as she screamed…
"PAPA! Please papa… help me… what have I become…" Her glare
retreating from life to her non-existence as she twirled the blade in
it's spot.
Johnny observed Hotaru's sudden changes and wondered how long it
would last. How much longer would she be his.
…FOREVER NNY, forever…
… Because that's what you want… Rev. Meat taunted.
A tear fell from Hotaru's warped eyes.
Blood seared through her gloves. She felt it. Wet. Volatile. Blood of
her kindred.
"HOTARU!" Soichi's veins bulged in his neck as he screamed at his
daughter. "YOU'RE ALMOST THERE. HEAR MY VOICE. HEAR ME. HOTARU!"

Hailey McCarthy-Goode