Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Home Away From Home ❯ Terror ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Minerva Blue 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 194 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 194 | Status: Completed
"You have no identifcation, theres no records on you anywhere. Who are you?"
Damien hung his head, refusing to make eye contact with the officer. "I'm sorry.."
The officer leaned forward. "Sorry for what?"
"What are they doing to him in there?"
Pheobe stared helplessly at the room they had lead Damien into, watching the window in worry.
"Relax miss, they're only asking him a few questions."
"He's upset."
"You don't know that."
"I can tell, why can't you just let him go?"
"He has no identification, theres no record of him anywhere."
"Thats why your interogating him?" She pressed her hands against the glass, trying to get closer.
"How long have you known him miss Mahou."
Pheobe turned around in frusteration. "He was in a car accident, he won't remember."
"Theres no record we can find of any accident."
"It wasn't in this country exactly. We moved here about a month ago and he lost his ID with his luggage, we haven't been able to get him a new one since!"
"Calm down miss."
"Your interrogating my boyfriend when he's done nothing wrong. How can I calm down?"
Pheobe sighed, leaning against Damien as they walked out of the Police department. "That was close."
"I'm sorry Pheobe, bringing you all the way down here."
Pheobe stopped, looking up at Damien. "Those dreams are worse then your letting on to me."
Damien looked away. "It's not really important."
"Yes it is. I just pulled you out of the Police Station for a mental breakdown. They're getting worse arn't they. Damien what did she make you do?"
Damien looked down, closing his eyes. "Can we not talk about this?"
Pheobe frowned. "Damien I'm worried about you. You may think this is just something to dismiss but I don't. I want to help you." When Damien didn't answer Pheobe sighed, changing the subject. "I can try to contact Ami, maybe she can get you some identification."
Damien nodded quietly. There was no hiding from Phebe, she already knew about the nightmares. To himself he wondered about telling Pheobe, if it was really better to let her know what happened a thousand years ago. The pain he was beginning to remember. The atrocities of what he had done resurfacing withen his dreams.
(Flashback)
"Malachite."
Damien leaned against the wall, waving a greating to the silver haired general.
"Prince Damien, Prince Endymion has been searching for you."
Damien grinned "So I've heard. My little brother does enjoy taking care of me doesn't he?" He smirked, moving off the wall and approaching Malachite. "You know, Beryl has been searching for him as well.."
"My Lord, Queen Beryl has been labeled a traitor."
Damien grinned, taking one more step forward. "So I've heard."
Instinctivly Malachite's hand went to his sword. "Prince Damien, your not right."
"Well Obviously."
Before Malachite could react Damien's right hand grabbed his wrist with incredible force, his left positione on his forhead. "Beryl's reign begins. The generals will fall in line."
(end flashback)
Damien shook his head, no, he couldn't do that to her. This was his burden to carry, he would not try to shove the weight upon her. This was his punishment for the crimes he had commited. Immediatly he held down his hand in attempt to stop it's trembling before Pheobe noticed.
Pheobe frowned. She could feel the pain and fear growing worse inside him ansd she still didn't know what was wrong. Why wouldn't he tell her? What more could he have done that frightened him so badly? What did he see in those dreams?
She looked up at Damien from across the table, giving him a worried glance as he brought a helping of the meal shakely to his lips.
Things seemed to have gotten much worse when night came. Pheobe tried in vain to comfort Damien as he tossed and turned in the bed, dreaming of what Pheobe could tell was another nightmare. This one was worse, she could feel the screams on the edges of her soul, the pure terror of what was almost unbearable.
Damien rolled over again, his hands unconiously going top his ears as he tried to shut out who knew what.
(flashback)
"I know what you've been doing. Damien, why?"
Damien grinned, leaning back in his chair, fully dressed in his whte and gold armor as King Erun interrigated his son in the throne room. "Come now father. You have to at least admit Beryl carries some truth. Even with your narrow mind you can understand That"
King Erun slammed his hands on the table. "I'll not have you speaking ill of family! I know what you've done at the stonehenge. Ten guards, slaughtered! Your brother's army!"
Damien grinned. "Don't look so upset father. I'm sure Endymion was recieving too much inheritence anyway. Maybe our little sibling can have a go at the throne. Or better yet, your first born."
"We've been through this before Damien! One wthout a star seed cannot rule."
Damien smirked, tilting the sword at his side. "So I'm not worthy enough? Father I'm ashamed."
"You've never behaved this way before, why now?"
"Beryl has finally given me a backbone."
"I'll not have you mention that name as if it were Selenity herself!" He grabbed Damien's wrist, preparing to pull him off his seat. "Your mother will hear of this. My son or not it's the dungeon for you!"
Damien grinned as if it had been the moment he'd been waiting for. His other hand shot up, gripping King Erun's neck. Immediatly Erun dropped his son's wrist, both hands moving up in attempt to pry his son's fingers from his throat. Smirking Damien stood, tossing King Erun onto the floor. He snatched his sword before it clattered to the floor and raised it just as King Erun was getting up.
"The rule of the star seeds has ended."
He smiled, taking a swing, the blade cutting cleanly through the King's neck, his head rolling across the floor. In the background there was heard the sound of a woman's scream.
(end flashback)
Damien's eyes went wide, his hands gripping the pillow as he finally screamed.
Damien hung his head, refusing to make eye contact with the officer. "I'm sorry.."
The officer leaned forward. "Sorry for what?"
"What are they doing to him in there?"
Pheobe stared helplessly at the room they had lead Damien into, watching the window in worry.
"Relax miss, they're only asking him a few questions."
"He's upset."
"You don't know that."
"I can tell, why can't you just let him go?"
"He has no identification, theres no record of him anywhere."
"Thats why your interogating him?" She pressed her hands against the glass, trying to get closer.
"How long have you known him miss Mahou."
Pheobe turned around in frusteration. "He was in a car accident, he won't remember."
"Theres no record we can find of any accident."
"It wasn't in this country exactly. We moved here about a month ago and he lost his ID with his luggage, we haven't been able to get him a new one since!"
"Calm down miss."
"Your interrogating my boyfriend when he's done nothing wrong. How can I calm down?"
Pheobe sighed, leaning against Damien as they walked out of the Police department. "That was close."
"I'm sorry Pheobe, bringing you all the way down here."
Pheobe stopped, looking up at Damien. "Those dreams are worse then your letting on to me."
Damien looked away. "It's not really important."
"Yes it is. I just pulled you out of the Police Station for a mental breakdown. They're getting worse arn't they. Damien what did she make you do?"
Damien looked down, closing his eyes. "Can we not talk about this?"
Pheobe frowned. "Damien I'm worried about you. You may think this is just something to dismiss but I don't. I want to help you." When Damien didn't answer Pheobe sighed, changing the subject. "I can try to contact Ami, maybe she can get you some identification."
Damien nodded quietly. There was no hiding from Phebe, she already knew about the nightmares. To himself he wondered about telling Pheobe, if it was really better to let her know what happened a thousand years ago. The pain he was beginning to remember. The atrocities of what he had done resurfacing withen his dreams.
(Flashback)
"Malachite."
Damien leaned against the wall, waving a greating to the silver haired general.
"Prince Damien, Prince Endymion has been searching for you."
Damien grinned "So I've heard. My little brother does enjoy taking care of me doesn't he?" He smirked, moving off the wall and approaching Malachite. "You know, Beryl has been searching for him as well.."
"My Lord, Queen Beryl has been labeled a traitor."
Damien grinned, taking one more step forward. "So I've heard."
Instinctivly Malachite's hand went to his sword. "Prince Damien, your not right."
"Well Obviously."
Before Malachite could react Damien's right hand grabbed his wrist with incredible force, his left positione on his forhead. "Beryl's reign begins. The generals will fall in line."
(end flashback)
Damien shook his head, no, he couldn't do that to her. This was his burden to carry, he would not try to shove the weight upon her. This was his punishment for the crimes he had commited. Immediatly he held down his hand in attempt to stop it's trembling before Pheobe noticed.
Pheobe frowned. She could feel the pain and fear growing worse inside him ansd she still didn't know what was wrong. Why wouldn't he tell her? What more could he have done that frightened him so badly? What did he see in those dreams?
She looked up at Damien from across the table, giving him a worried glance as he brought a helping of the meal shakely to his lips.
Things seemed to have gotten much worse when night came. Pheobe tried in vain to comfort Damien as he tossed and turned in the bed, dreaming of what Pheobe could tell was another nightmare. This one was worse, she could feel the screams on the edges of her soul, the pure terror of what was almost unbearable.
Damien rolled over again, his hands unconiously going top his ears as he tried to shut out who knew what.
(flashback)
"I know what you've been doing. Damien, why?"
Damien grinned, leaning back in his chair, fully dressed in his whte and gold armor as King Erun interrigated his son in the throne room. "Come now father. You have to at least admit Beryl carries some truth. Even with your narrow mind you can understand That"
King Erun slammed his hands on the table. "I'll not have you speaking ill of family! I know what you've done at the stonehenge. Ten guards, slaughtered! Your brother's army!"
Damien grinned. "Don't look so upset father. I'm sure Endymion was recieving too much inheritence anyway. Maybe our little sibling can have a go at the throne. Or better yet, your first born."
"We've been through this before Damien! One wthout a star seed cannot rule."
Damien smirked, tilting the sword at his side. "So I'm not worthy enough? Father I'm ashamed."
"You've never behaved this way before, why now?"
"Beryl has finally given me a backbone."
"I'll not have you mention that name as if it were Selenity herself!" He grabbed Damien's wrist, preparing to pull him off his seat. "Your mother will hear of this. My son or not it's the dungeon for you!"
Damien grinned as if it had been the moment he'd been waiting for. His other hand shot up, gripping King Erun's neck. Immediatly Erun dropped his son's wrist, both hands moving up in attempt to pry his son's fingers from his throat. Smirking Damien stood, tossing King Erun onto the floor. He snatched his sword before it clattered to the floor and raised it just as King Erun was getting up.
"The rule of the star seeds has ended."
He smiled, taking a swing, the blade cutting cleanly through the King's neck, his head rolling across the floor. In the background there was heard the sound of a woman's scream.
(end flashback)
Damien's eyes went wide, his hands gripping the pillow as he finally screamed.