Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Series ❯ The Last Quite Day ( Chapter 15 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The charicters of the anime "Sailor Moon" do not belong to me and are borrowed from the anime of the same name, and are designed and rightly owned by Naoko Takeuchi.

I still own....
"The Assailant/Entity"
"The Thug/Creature"

“Speech”
(Thought)

Chapter 15
The Last Quite Day

Two days later:
That morning Amy was already at work fixing breakfast for herself. Though not as large as a few days before.
Yesterday wasn't too bad, Makoto was released from the hospital with a set of crutches.
Minako was also released, but her injuries would keep her at home.
Setsuna was also out of the hospital, since most of her injuries were only on the surface, nothing she had to be kept in for.
Usagi's head felt better since that morning, since she got her head whiped by the guy with the gun.
Mamoru's also felt better since the last battle, but it made him nervous that the two enemies hadn't shown themselves lately.
(What are they doing? What are they waiting for?) He thought nervously.
(It's barley the 3 of us, we'd never be able to handle both of them, not for long. sailor Moon's attacks don't affect them, I can't hurt them or even slow them down. Not even the combined attacks from four scouts slowed them down for long.)
Then there was Amy, how long could he trust her? Her strength, her power, was beyond reasonable...

"An apartment!" Amy yelled from behind, startling him.

"What?" Usagi asked.

"An apartment. The two men live in an apartment here in the city."

"? ... What makes you think that?" Mamoru asked.

"I don't know, I just remembered right now. I know where they live." Amy said with excited-anticipation.

"Well- how do we know that for sure?"

"I'm tellin' ya, I know for a fact I know where they live. We can catch them off-guard, and really finish them off."

"Really?" Usagi asked.

"Really." Amy answered.

"But even if that's true, how do we know they're not waiting for us as a trap?" Mamoru asked.

"I doubt they think of us that highly. They're not expecting us to figure out where they're holding up. We can just walk up to the front door and they wouldn't even know we're there. We can win. We can finish this."

"Amy stop it, even if what you're saying is true. Those two have proven they can defeat not only us but you as well. You can't fight them on your own and if you were to fight them on your own, the two of them would definitly kill you."
Mamoru was really getting on Amy's nerves about now. She didn't like it.

"Oh?" Amy asked with a callus tone in her voice.
Usagi watched from the bedroom as they argued. Mamoru and Amy... She couldn't side with either one. She would risk being alienated by her own dearest friends.
"Well, Mamoru... what if I were to kill the two of them? Without your help? What then? Wouldn't that make the Sailor Scouts second best? Think about it. All the scouts being replaced by one girl." Amy said with a smile full of teeth.
"What good are they now?"

"Amy, have you lost your mind? Saying such things."

"Oh.. so I'm crazy?"

"You're acting crazy."

"Well... I woudn't want to call you a liar... sso if you want me to, I could act as ssuch.

"Are you threating me Amy?"

"Not yet I'm not." She hissed out.

"You can't threaten me like that. That makes you just like them."

"Not yet I'm not." She said under her breath.

"Amy, you can't just go off and fight them yourself. Just... wait untill we have a better plan."
USagi hid herself in the next room. She didn't want to be apart of either side of the argument. To be forced to side with either of them, and reject the other, would practically kill her.

(Urghh, the things this guy says, is really honking me off.) Amy thought, as she curled up a corner of her mouth.
The tempeture of the room droped slightly as Amy's control over herself slipped a little.

"So, do we understand each other?" Mamoru said with an athoritive monotone tone of voice.
It was these little things that was getting her madder at him.

"Ssure, why the hell not."

"Just remember that we do things as a team. We share our victories and loses, and learn from them."
Amy's head twitched, with a audible snap heard from her neck.

Elsewhere:
Makoto stayed with Minako in her apartment, both sunk in a sub-depression. Makoto sat by herself, her ribs wrapped up in badages, her right shoulder wrapped in a cast, and worst of all, unable to be active up and on her feet. She was prescribed some strong painkillers after being discharged from the hospital.
Minako, while less injured, did what she could to make Makoto's stay with her was more comforting and as easy as possible
Minako, lost her youthfull smile she usually had. She was prescribed the same strong painkillers for her back, from the doctor. Even reaching above her head would cause some bad back-pains. She felt like she aged 50 years in a bad way. Everything she used to do for granted, was now almost completly taken away.

In a waiting room in the hospital:
Setsuna was fine- kindda, but she waited along side with Michiru, since Haruka haden't been released yet.
She was hurt bad in the last fight and it would take a while before she would be relaesed
Haruka was awake in the hospital bed, but it wasn't she didn't want to see her friends who were just a hallway away, she layed there reflecting on the past few days.
(Why of all things, did that thing have to bust my legs up? Anything but my legs.)
She remembered the subway tunnel. Running for her dear life to stay ahead of that Thing, that monster, the horrific Creature. Even after they trapped it in the back of the tunnel, even after dumping all their available stored energy into that thing, it still came after them, barely slowed down.
(Even Sailor Moon coulden't stop that monstrousity.)
She sighed out defeatedly at herself.
She hated that feeling. Knowing that her best, wasn't even good-enough. After all the fights and battles she had been in, after all the up-hill ordeals she had been through, and even after having fought one monster after another years ago... to "them" it was nothing.
With all their combined powers, it was little more than a joke to them. Haruka could usually find strength in herself, even under less-than-desirable circumstances, but against an enemy that was so brazingly out-of-control as those two, she really wondered...
(How can we beat them?)
Hours went by as she layed there alone. She really wanted Michiru at her side, to talk to, to look at, to hold her hand... but it didn't feel right for some reason. She couldn't figure out why either.
Both of "them" hadn't shown up for the past few days. It was a horrible feeling, as if they were delibertly waiting...
(Wait-a-minute. Last time we were beaten by them they disappeared. After we recovered, they came back. Oh-no, what if that is what they want? Just something to beat-up on? But why? What would they gain from it?


The apartments:
The Assailant camley walked back home to rest for the day after walking around the neighborhood. In his backpack he had some groceries as well as another bag hanging from his hand.
He was tired, he hadn't had much sleep the past few days. Nothing three cups of coffee, and B-vitamin concentrate pills couldn't solve.
Waiting for his guests to arrive since he made the phone call days ago, he needed at least some sleep.
He didn't even hear the commotion up ahead until he snapped out of his own thoughts.
(Vermin.) He thought simply. Three guys bullying around a young woman, his landlord... He wasn't one to play the knight-in-shining-armor, in fact just days ago he tried to kill one.
But there was more at stake. He knew their type, small game, scavengers, little-fish in the big-ocean where big-predators also hunted in. And as life goes, Big-fish eat little-fish.
He calmly walked up to them without changing his posture or speed. The three species of vermin that bothered the young woman grabbed the hem of her skirt and tried to flip it up, or would tug at her collar of her blouse.
From the side the assailant grabbed her by the arm and pulled her with him heading back to the apartment, and handed her the bag of groceries.

"Eeh!?" She said in suprise.

"Take this, go inside, lock the door, and don't come out 'till I get back."
He said only loud enough for her to hear. His voice came out deep and scratched, as if also growling. With years of disintrest in life that came with neglect. With that, he gave her a push on her back directing her inside the apartment. He kept walking but turned to the side walkway of the apartment as the three punks followed him, jeered at him, and taunted him.
(Very audatious, or very dumb.) He thought. He slowed his walking pace to let them catch up to him. They were very close to each other...

Inside the apartment Chitose Ohmura sat in the corner of her room wondering about him, and why was it so quiet?
(I wonder if he's alright?)

Moments later, the Assailant closed the trunk of his white chevy, got in and drove away.
Under the speed limit and under control he drove through the city. Playing the hero for the day gave him no incentive to do what he just did. He had his own motives for what he did. The sun was half way below the horizon when he stopped the car half a mile outside the city limits at a garbage dispolsal facility, or in his own shorter terminalogy.
(The incinerator.)
Japan wasn't one of the cleanest city's in the world for nothing. It had a remarkable recycling program, but every year their was still a .98 percent of garbage they didn't know what to do with. That kind of garbage was sent here.
He opened the glove box pulling out a revolver, then made his way to open the trunk of the car... with the three guys from earlier.
"You, get out. And don't even think about complaining about your eye."
His words were directed to the first one... his clothes were soaked in his own blood, slashes across his shirt and into his skin, his face was badly lacerated, his right eye was sliced open and leaked out fluids. Very little kept it inside his head. He was now a shivering leaf in the wind compared to what he was before.
"Pull your buddies out of my car." He ordered calmly. The first one pulled out was in a coma, drooling uncontrolably, mucus flowing out with a steady drip, his eyes completely rolled into the back of his head, the smell of urine and fecal matter that came from him was overwhelming at times.
"Now the other one." He ordered.
The third one was bleeding from the mouth, with quite a few missing teeth, the right side of his face was very badly bruised, and swelled with pain every time he tried to move his face in any way. His nose was crushed inward and was also missing an ear.
"Thank you. Now chuck that first one in the burner."

"Wha..?"

"YOu heard me, drag him if you have to, but toss him in the burner."

"But he's my brother. You don't know what he means to me."

"You're right, I don't know, and I don't care. Now get moving."

"But, he's still alive. He's not even awake to defend himself."

"Your really getting on my nerves, now move it."

"Isn't their something...

"No, but I can help you with your conscience." [BANG!] A single round puntured the skull of the piece-of-trash coma-victim.
"Now he's dead, I'm sure you'll won't find any problems with handeling a courpse. Okay, NOW move him in the burner."

"Can I at lest pray for him, to say goodbye?" He said as tears welled up and poured down his face.

"No, and if you ask me again, I'll blast your kneecaps out." With those last cold words ringing in between his ears, he did exactly as he was tolled. First his dead brother, was dragged on the floor, and unceromonialy, heaved into the incinerator.
The second one was trickier, he was still alive and awake, but under the threat of getting his knees shot out, he subdued his friend with several punches to the back of his head until he was more "managable" to handle. He lifted his ankles up and pushed his friend in the burner. In his mind he did the unthinkable, and the unforgivable. But it wasn't over.
"what's your name?" He asked the young vermin as he sipped from his hip-flask of whiskey.

"Tsugihara."

"No-no, your first name."

"...Yoshido."

"So, what was it for?"

"What?"

"Why were you bothering that woman?" He didn't answer, fearing he would be hit if he gave the worng answer. Unfortunitly *he had a different why of doing things.
[Clunk!] He was pistol-whiped in the face, knocking him on his side.
"Saying nothing won't help you. In fact talking can buy you a few extra minutes of my time. So what was it?"

"Nothing, we were just having fun. We wern't going to do anything to her."

"I don't believe you. You must've had something in mind. What was it?"

"Nothing! I swear it was nothing! Please I'm sorry just let me go. I swear I'll tell my other friends about you and I'll tell them to never come to her apartment. You have my word!"

"Well, that's the problem. You tell anyone about me, then more people WILL know about me, and I can't have that. Keep talking."

"But that's all I have."

"Well then what good are you?" He raised his pistol.

"NO NO NO!! PLEASE WHATEVER YOU WANT!!"

"Indulge me."

"My family, has a ancient sword. It's been passed down for generations. Let me live and it's yours."

"In case you haven't noticed Yoshido, but the bottle I smashed over your face, worked just fine when I slashed it across your chest. What do I need your sword for?"

"I can steal a brand new car for you. The kind that the big-time gangsters use. A Mercedes, a black one!"

"Whoopie-fucking-doo. Join the club."
This guy thought very highly of himself once before meeting the man with the gun. Talking big, is probley what got him his now recently-departed friends, and who-knows how many easly mislead friends.
"So is that it? That's all you got? You can't even argue for your own life?"

"...Why.. do this.. for just that..lady.?" He asked timidly. A dumb question.
[Clunk.] The pistol once again was whipped across his face. then was grabbed by a short clump of hair on the side of his head.

"You think I'm doing this just for a woman? You think I'm doing this for some sort of honor? You really think I'd go through all this for a woman?" He smacked the back of his head on the cold pavement.
"When you bother people I have to live with, those people eventually call the cops. When cops arrive, they insist on asking every single person that lives there. That also means they want to ask me questions. Then they want to search my place for things they don't like just because they're already there.
It's not because of just that one woman, you half-wit."
The latter half of what he said, was when he was begining to lose his cool. He calmed down.
"You're a threat to my exsistance here. When you fuck up, it makes me look worse than I already am."
(Someone should suffer. Not just die.) He added in his thoughts. Just as Yoshido opened his mouth to speak, [BANG!] He shot him right through his mouth, exiting through the neck. Maybe this was his Knight-in-shining-armor act. Not that their was anything heroic about it.
He fell back, gurgled on his blood, swollowed fragments of his teeth. If any sort of justace was going to be served, it was going to be the natural kind. He watched him squirm in agony for a while, then he picked him up by his belt and dragged him to the incinerater.
"You know what I just realised Yoshido? You don't deserve to die."
He heard those word, barely.
"But I'm gonna kill ya anyway." He drew a blade from his forearm and sliced Yoshido's throat open, then just as quickly dumped him in the burner. The blade withdrew back into his arm.
Most people would think moments like this were filled with a rush of sensations.
(How wrong they are.) He thought with finality.
Hours later as he arrived back to the apartments, he walked upstairs to call it a day.

The Hospital:
Rei layed in her bed that night, her legs in casts. She was heavly medicated since she arrived. She was somewhere between asleep, and sort-of awake. She was having a medicated induced dream, something about all her friends and ice-cream, laughing.
But even in her state she could feel things around her.

The Apartment:
The phone rang, the thug answered.
"Hello?"...

Hospital:
Rei opened her eyes wider, no longer under the influence of the medication.

Apartment:
No he's... actually he just got back. Took out some garbage."...

Hospital:
Rei felt a chill run up her back, it felt like the walls were closing in over her.

Apartment:
Yeah, totaly. See ya tomarrow morning." The Thug hung the phone up.

Hospital:
Rei's senses kicked into full gear. It wasn't the two men they had fought previously, not that monstrous Creature, and it couldn't have been the other armed man. Someone else. It felt like an uncontrolable wave crashing over her. Suffocating the air from her lungs. For the rest of that night she felt no safety, a feeling of cold fear. Uncompromisable, and Unavoidable.
She hadn't felt this afraid since she was a little girl, when she didn't understand how things worked in the world. Back when she was still afraid of the dark, afraid of the ghost woman in the attic, afraid of the monster under the bed. Nothing more than mythical fictions.
Not since then, she felt this kind of fear. Like a scared little girl.
But this feeling... it wasn't power she was feeling, just fear.
(Why? What is it? Why do I feel this?)

That night elsewhere in the city, Amy walked the streets by herself. Other times in the past she wouldn't have done this, but her motive was to find the address she remembered that morning. And sure enough after hours of walking and searching, she found it. And all the evidence to convince herself she was right. The two-story apartment building, the white car, and a host of other things that proved she ws right.
As much as she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt of her conviction. She knew this was a bad place to pick a fight.
Too many people for starters, and secondly their was still two of them. Their was no sure way to be sure they were both in there. If she missed one, the other could easly come up from behind her. Ruin her whole night, not to mention put her already threatened friends in higher risk.
But she at lest now knew where they lived, for now, that was enough.
(Maybe tomorrow, I can convince Chiba my view.)

To Be Continued...
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In this chapter I've referanced
Payback (The Movie with Mel Gibson)
Frank Miller's Sin City/Family Values
Marvel/Garth Ennis's The Punisher/Widomaker
No attempts are made for Plagiarism aginst the beformentioned writters and original creators.
*Also due to a request, some asked the the name of the landloard of the apartment where my bad guys live, well it's "Chitose Ohmura" Your welcome.
So how am I doing? Am I at lest keeping you intrested?