Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Escaping Fate ❯ Book 1 Part I - II ( Chapter 1 )

Escaping Fate

Book I

Part I

II

 

 

 

 

Teno Haruka drove her car down the road, her wipers slashing across her windshield, tossing the drops of rain that dared to hit her car aside, the headlights giving a mere fifteen feet of light in front of her through the heavy rains. It had rained all weekend just the same, the storm only giving up when the night consumed the citizens of Tokyo, and hit just as hard once again when the light of day tried to make its way through the dark clouds above. The long road ahead ran through a deep forest, before the outskirts of her city would eventually reach. With one hand upon the wheel, the other was draped across the seat next to here, where an aqua color haired Kaioh Michiru leaned up against, sleeping soundlessly. The short-haired blonde smiled, bringing her vision back to the treacherous road ahead of them, as the road split from the plains to woodland area in the blink of an eye.

 

Haruka's brows lowered slightly, as she poured more concentration upon the road, rather than the girl next to her in irritation, wanting rather the opposite. The sound of classical music filled the car, a station choosing of the senshi of the sea next to her, obviously having help the woman fall into the land of dreams. The car's movement slowed, the road narrowing further into the forest. Her right hand gripped the steering wheel harder, as she pulled another corner, her headlights giving even less leeway than previous. A thunderous crash would awaken the woman next to her, as well as nearly throw the car right into a tree. Haruka was able to do one better, as the car came to a sudden stop off road, the roar of the engine and spinning of the tires a proven fact that Haruka had in fact stopped the car in a ditch.

 

After a few carefully chosen curses, the blonde opened her door, stepping out into the rain, the aqua haired girl next to her stirring slightly, as she looked out her window with a yawn. Haruka smiled at the girl, before she turned to the situation she was dreading. Observing the car, her back tire appeared to be stuck in the ditch, but the front two were fine. With a big enough push, and a foot on the gas, the girl figured they would be fine. A hand went up to brush the wet blonde hair that stuck to her forehead away from her face, a hand placed upon her hip as she debated just when to push. After a call to the front of the car, she started to push, but stopped after a while when she realized the tires weren't moving.

 

“Michiru, now!” she screamed as she pushed her weight against the car. After another moment of nothing, she pushed herself from the car, aggravation played upon her face , moving herself to the front of the car. The expression upon her girlfriend's face was enough to send chills down her spine. The girl hadn't even gotten into the driver's seat. “What is it?”

 

Michiru couldn't move, which sent her senses flaring about. Her eyes quickly moved toward whatever it was that sent her girl into that state of mind. Her eyes searched the road and through the trees but saw nothing, until her vision looked up. A plane was dropping at a rapid pace, and the nearest airport was on the other side of Tokyo. Shock slapped the girl across the face, leaving a stinging sensation of fear, unable to pull her eyes from the scene she was about to witness. The small aircraft battled against the win, but it was a loosing battle, declining faster and faster until its final decent would shake the very earth Haruka had been standing upon.

 

“We've got to do something!” The aqua-haired girl heard her girlfriend scream from outside the car, but she couldn't move herself. Her hands were shaking, as she looked down to her purse, desperately trying to reach for her cell phone. Haruka observed the carnage that unfolded, until the scene vanished from her eyes, mere clouds of smoke hurling from where she last saw the plane before it was drowned in trees.

 

“Call 9-1-1!” Haruka screamed, as she sprinted across the street. The rain stung against her skin as she ran, her red driving coat flowing behind her. She stumbled over roots, sticks and other various debris fallen from the forest, trying desperately to reach the crash site. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding, a feeling in the pit of her stomach growing, screaming at her that something wasn't right. Her pace quickened, only the silence of the rain, and the thunderous clouds above kept her ears company, worrying more and more of the silence of the passengers of the plane that had fallen.

 

Her feet came to a halt, mud skidding across the way, as she nearly tripped over an uprooted tree. Her hand brushed the hair from her eyes, as they widened, witnessing the carnage before her. A small private plane was shaped like an L, the nose of the plane smashed from slamming into a solid rock hill, the force of the plane forcing it to part to one side. Haruka forced herself onward, the feeling in the pit of her stomach rising, her hands placed upon the planes side to balance herself.

 

“Hello?!” she screamed out, steadying herself upon the rocks and up lifted Earth, as she neared a hole in the side of the plane where the nose had split. She breathed heavily, watching her breath escape her lips. She hadn't noticed how cold it was until she reached the opening of the plane, shivers running down her back, unaware if it were from the cold, or from what was waiting for her inside.

 

Haruka braced herself, placing a hand upon the opening of the crack that had formed from the crash, lifting her weight onto the side of the plane, pulling herself inside. Darkness had greeted the girl, her eyes adjusting at a slower rate than she was wishing. As shadows made themselves known, she saw a hall way that seemed to be in between the cock pit and the rest of the plane. Death quickly filled her senses, her eyes twitching slightly as she entered the hallway. To her left lay the cockpit, and to her right, the passenger area of the plane. Her foot lightly tapped into something, her eyes curiously moving down, her brain screaming in protest.

 

Her eyes forcefully turned away, a long black haired stewardess upon the floor, with her body bent in an impossible way. Her mind became filled with fog, forcing herself to move forward. She breathed heavily, gently moving passed the dead stewardess. The cockpit was impossible to get into, and by the structure of how the plane had landed, it would be impossible for any pilot to have lived. She moved herself toward the right, to the passengers, some still buckled into their seats, others fallen upon the floor below.

 

Alcohol filled her senses, as she saw broken pieces of bottles and wine glasses upon the floor, along with two bodies. Moving closer in examination, both were dead. Her eyes moved to those in the seat, one blonde haired woman slightly twitching in her seat, her eyes shut tightly. Haruka quickly moved to the girl, but dare not touch her. Her breath was visible in the cold atmosphere, the blonde slightly feeling the sensation in her mind and stomach easing. Her eyes moved along the next seat, the face of a man catching her eye closest to the walk way. The face looked familiar, as a person she had recognized in television, most likely in politics, always remembering changing the station once his face appeared. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, but he too breathed freely, though unconscious as well.

 

Hope started to fill her mind, moving on to the others in the area. The two to the left were two men, one of which was upon the floor, his neck completely misshapen, the other hurled forward, head between his legs. Her fingers reached for a pulse, not wanting to move the man in fear of harming him more. After three attempts, she assumed the worst. Pulling her hand away, and standing up, she noticed a girl upon the floor next to the politician that she had missed.

 

A raven-haired girl lay unmoving upon the floor next to him, hair flung about. Her head was sideways, lying in a pool of blood, but it was impossible to see her face due to the hair draping over. The blonde's eyes widened suddenly, unable to move. The clothes were recognizable to that of her fellow teammate, but doubt filled her mind, pushing away the dreaded thought of a fallen senshi. Her arms were flung to either side of her, one sticking under the chair of the person in front of her, the other underneath her, legs tucked into her chest.

 

Haruka's sudden feeling of hope dropped, as her eyes fell upon the politician next to black haired girl, suddenly remembering why he looked so familiar. Her hand gripped the seat next to her, a feeling of dizziness falling over her, as she tried to keep her balance. She wanted to pull herself away from everything, just run back the way she came, as if she were in a dream, and wake herself up, but the coldness on her figure, and dampness of her skin all felt too real to misjudge as a simple dream.

 

Haruka fell to one knee, moving next to the girl, a shaking hand moving closer and closer. Her fingertips brushed against her hair, the blonde's brows lowering, the uneasy feeling suddenly returning, as she pushed a few strands of the girl's hair from her face. The pale skin upon her made her stomach turn, the blue lips, and tightly closed eyes that seemed to have been attempting to hide the fear behind them. Her mouth was dry, and a lump had formed in her throat. She hadn't even noticed the breath she had been holding in, until the face she had been dreading to see was before her, face covered in blood, her hand pulling back, unable to breathe suddenly.

 

Haruka tried to pull her vision away, but she couldn't. She closed her eyes tightly, pushing her fear and dread aside, though unable to keep the tears from forming. Blinking away two, and wiping them from her moist cheeks, she gently caressed the girl's swollen cheek with the tips of her fingers, tracing along her face, moving back the few strands of hair she had missed behind the girl's ear. She remained motionless, not breathing, making the blonde fear the absolute worst. Just when she was about to pull away, from the corner of her right eye, her vision barely upon her, she thought she had just seen the girl's lips twitch. The voice was low, and crackled hesitantly, strain suddenly filling her face.

 

Haruka quickly knelt herself back down, quickly wanting to shake the girl away, but her own shaking hands dare not touch the girl, afraid that the slightest touch would send her into an eternal sleep. Visible clouds escaped her mouth, relief filling up inside Haruka as she waited for help to arrive, not leaving the girl's side. Another slight mumble escaped her lips, as Haruka's ears strained to hear.

 

“Mom,” the girl barely whispered, Haruka immediately feeling a sharp pain in her heart. The black haired girl's hand twitched, running along the pool of blood her face was upon, pulling itself from underneath the chair. Her body shook suddenly, as if being filled once again with life, her chest rising and falling with sharp quick breathes. Haruka blinked suddenly, unaware of what she had just witnessed. She immediately pulled her jacket from around her, throwing it over her fellow senshi.

 

“Hang in there, Rei,” she whispered, before she pulled herself up, running back outside, her ears catching screaming from within the woods. Haruka breathed a sigh of relief, as she caught her aqua haired woman directing workers to where she herself had just run, an ambulance desperately trying to drive over the thick roots, and stopped as it nearly smashed into a tree. The bright swirling lights and siren were music to her ears, as she leaned heavily upon the plane, misery upon her face as her girlfriend ran up to her, a small hand moved to cover her gasp as she saw the blood upon the blonde's hands. Haruka pulled Michiru into a tight hug, as the paramedics hurried their way into the plane.

 

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Kino Makoto paced around the room, her eyes moving to the numerous travelers making their way passed her, moving along with their own lives. Her eyes moved to the clock just above where herself and her group stood, awaiting the private plane Rei and her father would be upon. It had been marked delayed for the passed half hour, and worry started to fill her mind, as well as some of the others. All conversations between themselves had stopped, her eyes traveling to the others. Usagi sat asleep, her head rested upon the future Prince of Earth's shoulder, an arm wrapped around the slim form next to him in a rather protective way. Mamoru looked up at her just as her eyes fell upon him, worry hitting his face, as she saw his gaze look away from her and to the viewing screen that still held a red flashing 'Delay' next to the plane number.

 

Makoto moved her vision toward Minako, who was just staring out the window toward the airport, anxiously awaiting the plane, a smile still upon her face, though having left most of the happiness it once held when the plane was a mere five minutes late ariving. The waiting room was small, and the only people who would wait there were people who knew of the famous polotician of Japan. Makoto would once again bring herself to the counter, where a receptionist of the airport was sipping upon a small cup of coffee, her tired eyes viewing the monitor before her, her other hand typing slowly.

 

"Excuse me, miss?" The taller brunette knew the girl would only be able to tell her the same thing once again, but she couldn't help but ask once again. "How long would a plane be delayed like this?"

 

The tired eyes of the receptionist would once again fill with slight irritation, but soon mask over with politness, her hands briefly rubbing one of her eyes, as she brought her look from the screen before her, her pupils slightly diolated from looking upon it for so long.

 

"I'm sorry ma'am, but it's hard to say right now. With weather like this, it's common for planes to either land at another airport and wait for the storm to pass, or to get misdirected. I'm sure they'll be ariving shortly," the woman reassured her. Before Makoto could nod and turn, the receptionist picked up the ringing phone in front of her, holding a smile the person on the other end could not see.

 

Makoto turned her back, and started back toward the group, but paused as she heared worry suddenly fill the words of the receptionist. Turning her head slightly, she noticed a hand move to cover her face, as it lowered out of view, the girl's back suddenly turning as well. Makoto suddenly felt sick, and slightly light headed, as if she could sense what the very phone call made was about. Moving herself back to the counter, as if she could hear the very conversation, her hands gripped the counter as she waited, catching various questions asked by the receptionist.

 

When the woman hung the phone up, her tired eyes changed to that of pure sorrow, unable to truly look Makoto in the eyes. Worry suddenly filled over, as Makoto looked over her shoulders to the others, Mamoru seeming to already have sensed what was going on, Minako sitting next to a sleeping Usagi, who had her head in the girl's lap. Mamoru moved to step next to Makoto, his eyes serious as he asked the girl of the plane, knowing he would be getting a much different answer than what Makoto had just recieved.

 

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Mizuno Ami sat upon the uncomfortable chair in the waiting room of the hospital late Saturday night, adjusting the glasses upon her head, her fingers slipping another page over, her eyes turning to the new page as she awaited her mother to finish the last of her work. It was very rare for the girl's mother to actually get out of work early, let alone have the next two days off. With the weekend freeing them from work and school, the two had planned a nice and simple two days off from everything, and spend time with each other, something that also came rare to the two schedule-filled workaholics.

 

Ami was always ahead in her class, and if not, she was even further. A full time high honors, head of her class student, along with many classes involving preperations for the higher colleges out there, and studying for her difficult classes, it would be a surprise if this girl ever found time to sleep. Her mother's schedule was even worse. A full time doctor can barely find time to herself, let alone her own daughter. The two clashing schedules constantly were nearly shocked that they both had two days off to spend together, seeming like an entire week vacation. After finding that out, planning some time together was a must.

 

The blue haired genius tucked a bookmark into the place she last left, hearing the clicks of her mother's shoes coming her way. The quickening of the clips made it appear that she was either speed walking, or running. Her head tilted to the left, the corner of her eyes darting down the hall her mother should have been coming from. A blue haired, white coated blur rushed by her, her head moving along with the figure as it passed right by her down the hall in a flash. Curriousity getting the better of her, she packed her things in her book bag, and followed toward the shouting voices, and loud commands formed mostly from her mother.

 

Her feet brought her to the other end of the waiting room, to the doors her mother had just vanished, down a hallway she couldn't pass. Her ears sharpened, brows lowered slightly, recognizable sounds of panic filling her ears. Her toes tipping slightly, her eyes moved just above the small plastic viewing upon the double doors, visions of her mother shouting, pointing in various locations while paremedics brought numerous amounts of people in stretchers. The sounds of footsepts behind her instantly made her balance falter, as she moved her hand out upon the chair next to her to steady herself.

 

"Ami?" a voice called out to her. The blue haired girl spun around, greeted with the sight of Michiru and a crimson stained Haruka, both holding expressions the senshi of Mercury found rather disturbing.

 

"H-Haruka? What happened?" The girl could barely get the sentence out, the blood stains upon the short blonded girl's attire dragging up most of her attention. The two before her exchanged a complete conversation through changed expressions, before Michiru moved forward, Haruka's arms crossing, while her eyes moved toward the room Ami herself had been atempting to view. Ami knew she heard the words the senshi of water spoke, but her mind simply wouldn't comprehend exactly what she was saying. She understood her friend Rei Hino had taken a trip with her father for the weekend. She knew that they were on their way back tonight, and that Usagi and the others were all waiting for her at the airport.

 

Michiru was telling her something of a plane accident, and repeating the words of critical condition, but the connection between the two didn't seem to register in the geniuses mind. Confision expressed upon her face, she shook her head slightly, brows lowering slightly, feeling her hands start to shake.

 

"No, Rei wasn't on that plane. Everyone's picking her up at the airport right now, her plane didn't crash," she repeated, her shoulder rejecting the hand that was placed upon her shoulder as she turned away, hurrying herself to her communicator. "Rei's father has a private jet, and his own personal pilot. How could their plane have gone down?"

 

As she picked her book bag up and moved various things around, she ignored the comforting words of the elder senshi and the look of regret plastered upon the blonde. Statistics flew across her mind, chances of survival, and wether conditions all combining in a three second thought, before her fingertips would grasp the sides of her communicator, pulling it free from her bag.

 

"The weather isn't even that bad out, the chances of a plane going down in this weather are slim to none, let alone an experienced pilot, who I'm sure Rei's father would hire," she continued, her voice slightly shaking as she continued to press the button repeatedly, hearing the sounds of the comminucator ringing from the two fellow senshi in front of her.

 

"Come on, pick up," she whispered quietly, her head feeling slightly light headed, unable to keep her balance. She felt herself moved to a chair to sit, unknowingly helped by Michiru, as she continued to stare at the blank screen. She felt her lungs expelling air at a faster rate than her brain could register as the ringing continued for eternity, worry filling her face as her grip tightened upon the small device. She felt her hand reach through her hair nervously, as the communicator continued to call out to her fellow senshi.

 

"Ami?" An image appeared upon the screen, matching the voice of Aino Minako, her face filled with the expressions Ami wasn't prepared to see. "Ami, I know you're probably with your mom right now, but we're all heading to the hospital. We just got told that the plane had an accident and they were carrying everyone there." Ami saw the long blonde girl run a hand through her hair, her eyes moving beyond the communicator that seemed to be placed upon her wrist, worry filling her eyes.

 

"Nobody's telling us a damn thing here, so we're all going to meet up there," the voice replied. Even though the voice was carried through a device that enabled them to comminicate with each other from miles and miles away, she could hint the forced optimism in her voice, as she seemed to pull her attention away from the screen to others around her, the familiar words of reassurance suddenly leaving her mouth. Ami found it hard to swallow the lump that formed within her throat, her mouth completely dry, as her eyes looked pleadingly to the senshi before her. The eyes of Michiru were filled with sorrow and worry as they looked upon her own. As Ami's eyes shifted, Haruka forced her eyes away, fixated upon the doorway that lead to their very friend.

 

With a press of a button, Minako's face faded from the screen, Ami's grip upon the communicator suddenly gripping tighter, her eyes lowering to the floor. She couldn't bare to see the regretful look upon the tall blonde's face, nor the blood that stained her outfit, affraid to even ask who exactly it was, already knowing its source.

 

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She may have been a doctor who had saved many lives, but reviving the dead just seemed completely impossible. The blue-haired doctor rubbed the two electronic devices together refusing to give up, as she placed the cold metal upon the blue skin chest in front of her, shouting out the command for others to back away. With the push of a button, electricity ripped through the device into the chest of the crash victim, sending the small body lifting from the bed it was upon, its own head being thrown back from the force. As the green line upon the screen jumped, it faded into a flat line, never holding the beat of its own heart.

 

The doctor forced the two pieces of machinery together once again, rubbing them upon one another, before placing them back upon the cold chest, commanding others to clear away once again. Another bolt of electricity was forced into the body, making the line jump once again, before flat linning across the screen. Sweat formed upon the forehead of the doctor, her own breathing starting to quicken before her realization. Her eyes closed slightly, before opening once again to the dark screen before her that held the patient's own heartbeat. With a sigh of defeat, and after fifteen minutes of atempted revival, the doctor placed the two pieces aside, pulling slightly at her mask.

 

"Time of death, 1:37am," she recited, her eyes trailing away from the clock to the victim.

 

"She's so young," a nurse next to her said, shaking her head slightly. "They said they don't even know what happened to the plane."

 

Doctor Mizuno passed the clip board she had started to fill out to a nurse next to her, suddenly unable to keep herself within the closing walls of the room. With the other avaiable nurses able to fill out the paper work, she felt the sudden need to be with her daughter. The age between the girl she faught to keep alive and her own daughter closer than she had liked, all the while imagining her own daughter upon the bed, unable to bring her back. The doctor shook the disturbing images from her mind, as she pushed the doorway to the waiting room open, being greeted with a scene no mother was prepared to handle.

 

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Usagi felt her heart drop, the sudden feeling of sleep long left her, as her eyes met the large lit up cross sign of the hospital, Mamoru's car imediatly stopping at the front of the emergency entrance. He ordered the girl's to wait for him in the waiting room, before he sped off to park the car. The three girls ran into the hospital, Minako in the lead, as she nearly slammed herself into the front desk.

 

"Rei Hino!" she yelled out. The girl looked stunned at the blonde before her, unable to come up with an answer to the girl's sudden outburst. She tore her gaze away, typing the name into the computer, before she brought her eyes back up to the frantic girl before her.

 

"I'm sorry miss, there's no one by that name here," she started to say.

 

"That's impossible!" Makoto screamed from behind, slamming a palm upon the counter. "The airport just told us that she was brought-" The taller brunette was hushed by a raising hand of the senshi of love, the blonde's eyes serious as she looked back to the nurse.

 

"She was just brought in here recently in a plane accident," Minako replied, her voice much more forcefully calmed. The nurse nodded, picking up a phone next to her, dailing out. After a short three worded conversation, the nurse hung the phone up, pointing down the hall.

 

"They were just brought in now, if you wait in the room down the hall, a nurse should be in as soon as they have all been moved to intensive care," the nurse stated.

 

"Thank you," Minako quickly added before the two darted down the hall, the odago-hair styled Usagi pausing uncomfortably as she looked up to the nurse with a questioing gaze.

 

"If you see a man with black hair, about this high," she started, moving her hand up a bit, her words quickening faster than her brain could register thought. The nurse raised a knowing hand, nodding her head.

 

"I'll tell him you're just down that hallway, don't worry," she said, as she saw the blonde quickly bow in thanks, and hurry to catch up to her friends. The nurse shook her head slightly, letting a sigh escape her lips.

 

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As Michiru completed the story for Ami once again, this time with Ami listening tentivly, without a doubt, the blue haired girl suddenly found herself unable to think. For the first time as long as she could remember, she couldn't form any sort of thought or opinion of what Michiru had just informed her of. Looking down at her shaking hands that were forced to rest upon her legs, she leaned back in the chair she sat, blinking the tears away, slidding down her cheeks.

 

She was suddenly greeted by a crash of three teenage girls, all forcing themselves into an impossible fit through the doorway to the waiting room. All humor aside, the three held an equal look to Ami's own, Michiru suddenly feeling the need to express the story a third time. Rubbing her forehead slightly, looking to Haruka, she noticed her stare had been completely upon the doorway since they had arived, as if any second a nurse could come out with the news of their fellow senshi of fire.

 

As if on cue, a blue haired nurse tiredly came out, eyes searching for one form in particular. Before any questions could be asked, the nurse saught out the blue haired figure of Ami, and hugged her tightly, completely ignoring the world around her. As Ami felt her mother's grip, familiar scent and touch, she collapsed and sobbed into her mother's shoulder, her arms gripping tightly around her, burying her face to hide her shame.

 

The other's hopes sank at the doctor's sudden scene, Usagi gripping the hand of Minako, opening the embrace for her princess to cry in. The odango-hair styled blonde buried her own face into the shoulder of the leader of the inner senshi, Minako soothing the girl's worries by rubbing her head, and whispering soothing words into her ears. Makoto looked to the face of Michiru, then to that of Haruka, who had just seemed to rip her vision from the doorway to the strong senshi next to her. With everything that had happened to them, visions of the future, and the very proof of their destiny, no one had ever thought within a day it could have been ripped away from them in a battle none of them could fight except Rei Hino herself.

 

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End II

 

 

Author's Notes: Reasoning for the lateness of a chapter: My computer got a virus, and we had to completely wipe out the hardrive and everything. I nearly lost all my old stories, and music and everything I basically had on this computer, but I had some on a back up disk, plus on various websites so no worries there.

 

I know the story is starting out slow, but just bare with me here for a few more chapters, I promise there'll be some action with this story on the side, but not the "MAIN" part... and of course there will be some mystery involving the next chapter that will basically be the entire plot of the story... so review this chapter and let me know if I should continue or change anything now before I really get going on this book.