Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Series ❯ A Small Introduction to the Madness ( Chapter 16 )

[ 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)
[Sound-FX]

Chapter 16
A Small Introduction to the Madness

Outside Tokyo:
It was a brisk cold morning as a young man, a professional nature photographer, was setting up his camera to take picture of a naturaly posed Rabbit stood on it's hind legs with a tuft of vegetation it's its paws.
He saw a ironic contridiction it the scean... a Rabbit standing in the middle of the road eating it's grassy breakfast.
It was beutiful. He lowered his head to the eye-piece of his camera.
? (What's that sound?) He wondered breifly.
[CRUNCH/THUMP-THUMP!!]
A full-sized car ran over the Rabbit at 45 miles per hour, a second later another car came by running over the crushed Rabbit again.
The photographer was shocked just being speachless... he just laid there with his mouth gapped open.

In the first car, a white Ford-Liberty, from the passenger side, a young woman, with shoulder length black hair, in her older 20's, stuck her head out the window to see what that "thump" sound was.
"Dude, I think you hit a Rabbit." She said to the driver.

"I didn't feel nuthin'" The Driver was a thin guy, couldn't have been more than a 150 pounds, and that was with his 5-pound belt buckle.
[Crrrack-Crack] He threw his head from one way, and to the other, cracking the joints in his neck.
"Hey Angie, get me something to wake me up, would ya?"

"Whatever." She reached behind her seat and into a cooler. In the backseat of the car were two more people in their older 30's, obvioulsy a married couple asleep in the back.
Angie, pulled out what looked to be a very large canned, iced-coffie, and handed it to the driver.
"Here, Ronnie."

"Thanks." He bit the lid open with his teeth, and drank down the contents.

Angie turned around in her seat, again to the couple in the back.
"Hey lovebirds, wake up!" She barked out to the sleeping couple.
"Rise and shine, were in Tokyo."

The man woke up first. Musclular, sand-brown hair, Looked like a beach-bum.
"What time is it?" Didn't speak like a bum though.

"Time to wake up." She answered.

"Regina, time to wake up. He said into his wife's ear quietly. A redhead trimmed to her neckline,
"What day is it?" She asked.

"Uhh.. Well if we flew over the Pacific... Are we a day ahead, or a day behind from L.A.?"


In the second car trailing behind. A grey 86' Dodge Diplomat. The driver of this car was a large man, a bodybuilder, with combed back, dark-brown, hair. On the
passenger side was another large man a Romanian, with short cropped black hair.
In the back seat was a blond woman with a set of headphone listening to her CD player. In the next seat over, was another man, Hispanic, with hair long enough to be tied in a ponytail. He just staired out the window as he flexed his fingers as if he was playing a gutair.


Coming from a different direction going towards Tokyo, was a black 86' Mustang.
The Driver was a real cro-magnum looking guy in his Mid-40's. Slicked back, black hair, contrasted with ice-blue eyes. Heavy facial features as if cut with a chissel, with sunk-in eyes.
His passenger was younger, but still in hs 30's. The sides of his head were shaved, the center of his hair looked like it was rarely washed. With sparce tatoo's up his arms
A decient comparison would be to a drunk-mutant-rooster.


At the Tokyo International Airport, two women and a man steped off the concorse. The man was a 6'4 tall french man in his late 50's with a shaved down dark-brown buzz-cut.
The first woman was a real babe, with dark hair to her shoulders. The second woman was only an inch shorter than the other woman she walked along side of. but with bright blond hair in a high pony-tail with green eyes. Both women were 31 years old, though seperated by three months apart.


An hour after those three left the airport a second flight arrived and off stepped a large German man.. a very large man, standing at 6'6 and short blond hair. A strong man who kept himself in shape.
(Hard to stay discret if everyone around me is half my size.) He thought to himself.

Fourteen men and women had come from various areas of the world to Tokyo.
Fourteen men and women had arrived for the same reason.
Only one young woman, knew that the fourteen men and women that had arrived.


Hospital:
Rei hadn't slept since that night, she hadn't been able to close her eyes for more than a few seconds. Her heart had been in marathon mode since last night. Constantly beating as if she was running. Her beating heart made her tired and sweat, it felt like it was going to crawl out of her chest and out her mouth.
(What's comeing? Why?) She thought.
She breathed heavy, but not once could she go to sleep, or rest breafly. Her visions were kicking up and randomly.
She saw fourteen figures dragging large spears along the ground. Very large spears. She reconized what a threat looked liked, but other images she saw made little sence. She saw hundreds of decorated samurai's laying dead on the ground, the kind that served emperors and kings for hundreds of years before. BUt there they layed.


Gas station:
Still entering the city, A black mustang pulled up for gas. The Driver got out and worked on filling up the gas tank.
"Yo Tanner, I'll get us somthin' to eat from inside."

"Right'" Tanner replied. Randy wondered inside the store picking up snack foods, sandwiches, A 12 pack of beer, and a carton of cigeretes. Randy wasn't even remotly famillar with the japanese language, beyond a few words he heard over and over again in monster movies. This skill went down even lower when trying to read the complex kanji, that formed the language.
But visualastion often worked, espically when the items he needed were wraped in clear plastic wrap.
He used simple sign language to communicate to the store owner to pay for the food items and gas.
Not long after that they drove off.


Mamoru's apartment:
Amy and Mamoru were in a heated argument, again.
"NO, They were there. The car, the building, the walls, everything I remembered yesterday was right there." Amy argued.

"Do you know how stupid that was?! What if you were followed? What if you lead one of them here?" Mamoru retorted back.

"I wasn't followed, and I know it!"

"Amy, we're barely holding ourselves togeather because of those two. Ever since they came--"

"Ever ssince THEY came. That's always what you ssay. Not once have you ever tried comeing up with a plan to kill the two of them. Not once have you done anything useful!."

"You're not--"

"I'm not, what?" She said leaning forward, and holding a finger to her ear.
"Go ahead... I'm not, what?" Her voice deepened, a growled.

"You're not, acting.. You're just not being normal."

"Sso I should be normal like you? I should be normal and just be beat up by anyone who's more dangerous than me... is that what you're tellin' me?"

"No, It's just if you had more control and you could...

"What are you blaming me for?! Why blame me as if I was one of them?"

"The way you act is as if you were one of them, and everytime you act up like this, it's like you're trying to prove me right, that you are one of them!"

"If I am one of them, then why don't I oblige you?"

"Amy, don't threaten me."

"Or what... you'll punish me? Will you bend me over and sspank me? Will you put me in the corner?"

"Amy! Stop talking back at me, you have to show control, and prove you're capable of working with us."

"And I suppose you can make it all better riiight?" She dragged out her last word with a growl.
Usagi had left since that morning from the apartment to help at her parents house, where there wasn't any yelling, no yelling. Both Kenji and Ikuko were doing better from being shot, and were able to walk around the house by themselves. Shingo hadn't been to school since he had been shot, but for about a week, he had been able to stay in bed and watch TV and read manga's. Overall not a bad trade, if only it didn't come at such high cost of being shot at. Their bruses hadn't decreased in any size either.


The grey-Dodge car pulled up, to an five-story, older brick apartment building. It's location fringed on the bourder of the rural and industrial part of the city. Best of all, no one else lived in it. Out came the two large men, and the two backseat passengers.
"Home sweet home, right?" The Romanian said.

"Well for now anyway." The 6'2 tall woman answered.
"Hey Larry, would ya mind getting my bags?"

"I'm busy." The driver of the car replied, while lighting up a cigerate.
"You get'em."

"So when is Adrien showin' up?" The Romanian asked.

"Whenever he feel's like it, I guess." The woman answered.
"Emil, would you carry my bags?" She asked the Romanian.

"No." With that said he got his duffle bag, and went inside.

"Carlos?"

"NO, I'm not carrying your bags Sarah!" Came his answer as he carried his two suitcases inside the building.
With that she picked up her purse and dufflebag and went inside. Larry remained outside for the moment.


An hour later the White-Ford pulled up the the same brick building. Adriean, Regina, Ronnie and Angela got out and went inside with their luggage in hand.
Ronnie stopped just before entering the building and looked up at the wall with a half smile.
"Mmm, Brick. Nothing plastic about it."
Then he went inside.


Another hour-and-a-half later, a black-Mustang pulled up to the brick building, parking beside the Ford. Tanner and Randy carried in their few meger belongings with them inside. Inside the building was cold and draftty in the hallways, and stair-cases going up from one floor to another. They climbed to the fourth floor, and found their room they'd be useing for the next few days.


Another hour went by then a rented, brown Passat Wagon Volkswagen, pulled next to the brick building. OUt came the french man, and the two women as they carried themselves up to the fourth floor.
Hana, the dark haired woman, was tired from the jet-lag... and having to switch planes. Rayne, the blond woman, wasn't much better off either. Vincent, the tall frenchman, just looked tired, but that was it. Even in his older years, he was quite alert and aware of his surroundings. Still in his older years he condutted himself as if he was in his older 20's


Closer as night drew closer, a dark-blue Buick LaCrosse pulled up, and out came the large german man stepped out with his one bag of belongings.
He was tired from driving all day long. And as strong as he obviously was, fatigue hung his head low.
Up from one floor to another to the fourth floor. Down the hallway as he looked at a piece of paper for a room number.
(There, found it.) [KNock-Knock Knock Knock-Knock] A moment later Vincent opened the door.

"Gail! Long time no see, come on in." Vincent said to the large German.

"Thanks." Inside the room was enough space for five people comfortably, including their belongings, so space wasn't an issue. The kitchen was in use obvioulsy with dinner being cooked, and center to the living space was a radio with some music playing. The two other women were also there.
Gail set his bags down on the floor. Already along the wall were four cots layed out. Gail called it a night and layed down and went to sleep, he was so tired, he didn't even take off his boots.


In the next room was more lively. Angela had just paid a dilivery man for takeout chinese-food, even as she droped ashes from her lit cigarette in the rice container. Like in the first room their were a few cots layed out. Adrien and Regina being the lovebirds they were sat togeather while watching TV.
"Angie, Is it too much to ask for you to bring the sweet-and-sour pork to me?" Regina asked.

"Blow me." With her answer also shoke her cig, and drooped more ashes in the food container.
As dissapointed as she was, her husband Adrien, thought it was hystrical.

"Then would ya?" Adrien added as he laughed loudly.


In the thrid room was more quite. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and alcohol. 100 shots of beer were in progress of being consumed between Tanner, and Randy. They did this because after tonight, they both had to sober up wether thay liked the idea or not. Sarah wasn't a talkitive tupe, espically with people who tried to get drunk. She was eating pizza she had ordered earlier.
She looked out the window with a glob of cheese hanging from her mouth as she sucked it up. She looked one way then another, then she closed the window, then the heavy curtens.
"Damn it's cold out there. It's like 20-something degrees out there."

"We know it's cold, we can see your tit's from here."

"...Thank-you Randy, that was very gentlemanly of you to say." She sighed out in one breath.
(I could kill him. Nobody would miss him.) Sarah thought.


In the fourth room, Carlos sat in a courner with his guitar pluged with his headphones, so only he could hear it.
Emil Walked in and out of every room over and over again. His doctor said he had *Restless Leg Syndrome. Everyone else however called it *To Much Coffee Syndrome.
Larry was having a mixed dinner of dry-cereal and cut-sausage, as he layed length-wise on a couch.
Ronnie was watching Emil go back and forth in the few rooms their was.
"Dammit Emil, do you have to do that? It really makes me nervous.

"No, I just, can't sit still." Emil answered in his Romainian accent.

"Yeah, I figur' that out fom' here. So can you just NOT move aroun' so damn much?"

"Hey Ron, not to change the subject, but do ya know if Sarah called our friends?" Larry asked

"Arn't they already here?"

"No I mean the two that were already here."

"Uhh, yeah. they'll be here... 'roud tomarrow mornin'. I fugure they're just packin' up."

"Cool."


At the apartments, both the Assailant and the Thug were moving one by one, their belongings. Their clothes, their movies and video games, and the firepower with ammunition. Hours ago they got a call, and that set them off to pack up and leave.
The address they were told to move to wasn't very far away...considering it was in Tokyo.
[Knock-knock-knock] Both men stopped what they were doing, and looked at the door.
Excuse me, are you still in there?" Chitose asked from behind the apartment door.

"You finish up, I'll deal with her." Whispered the Assailant.

"Hey.. your shoes." The thug whispered back. He kicked off his shoes quickly and set them beside the door. Then opened the door to her.

"Yes?"

"Umm, what's going on?"

"We're leaving." He said with obvious intent.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"? Why?"

"Well, You were good tenents to have, and you... protected me.. that time." She blushed slightly at the thought.

"...Oh. Well, yeah. No problem." He only barely changed his voice in reconigtion to the fact.

"So... are you leaving now, or soon, or tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow morning."

"Oh, well if you don't mind... could I prepare dinner for you? You know, as a way of saying, thank-you?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Your room?"

"Huh?"

"Your room, can we have dinner in your room?" This whole time as they talked, the Thug listened to their conversation. He understood that if he takes her back to her room she'd lose intrest in poking around in their room, and accidently finding something she shoulden't. If that were to happen, there'd be one less pretty young woman in the world. Completely avoidable.
Back to work the Thug began a tedious task of combing over the entire room from top to bottom for anything that could be considered incriminating. It was a long task, espically while looking under the mats of the room, and in between the cracks of the room.

::The Next Morning::

Due to the fact Adrien slept on a different time zone, he and Angela, were already up and drove off into the city. The other 12 men and women had to stay in their rooms.
The thing with Angela was, she was the only person fluent in the Japanese language.
When she left, they had to stay put. Their entire world would have to involve the brick-built apartment, and the mid-sized front yard. It was cold outside though, so everything involved being inside.


Aside from Ami, Haruka, and Rei. All the Senshi were out of the hospital, and back home. Only three were capable of fight. The rest were only fit enough, to stand by themselves, by their own stength.
It was a start.


The Apartments:
Both Assailant and Thug threw the last of their belongings and equipment in the car.
The Assailant deposited a sum of money for the rest of the month. She was nice enough to deserve it, and after last night, she'd never see him again.
(Good ride.) He thought, but no less cold than when he arrived. He got in the driver side, the Thug in the passenger side. The engine cranked on. The sound awoke Chitose from her bedroom, and just as she barely put on her robe. The white-chevy pulled out of the apartment driveway, and drove away.
Their room was as clean as the day they began living there. Nothing that would have hinted of what conspired between the two men was left behind. Nothing at all.


The Hospital:
Rei had a visitor, a sight for sore eyes.
"Hi Rei." Usagi said cheerfully.

"Hi Usagi." Even though she was tired and throbed with dull pain from head to toe, it was obvious she was gratfull for her presence.

"I brought you flowers for you. I figure you could use something to cheer you up. You know, like just looking at these walls all day could really take alot out of you."

"Wow, thank-you. That's so sweet of you." Usagi set the bundle of flowers on the table next to Rei's bed side table.

"So, how are you holding up? Fealing any better?"

"Oh, I'm holding my own. I just wish I can get out of here as soon as possable. I just don't feel safe here."

"Why's that?"

"Well... last night.. I felt something." Usagi narrowed her eyebrows togeather.
"It wasn't those two. I don't feel them. This was someone else."

"...Like what?"

"Like... being afraid." Usagi sucked a breath in herself and leaned back slightly.
"Like the same why you're afraid of thunder and lightning, I felt afraid of this."

"A vision?"

"Yes. What I felt was... natural, but inhumane at the same time."
Usagi let those words sink-in.

(What could be naturaly inhumane?) She thought.
"Why would anything want to be such?"

"I don't know. Usagi, promise me that untill I get out of here, that you'll be carefull about who sees you in public."

"How so?"

"...I don't know. Just be carefull, okay?"

"Yeah, sure thing."


Brick Apartments:
The White Chevy pulled up, next to the Ford. Both Assailant and Thug got out, and headed upstairs.
Up passed the second floor, then pass the third floor. To the fourth floor, and down the hallway, both looked for certain numbers, and there they were.
[knock-knock knock knock-knock] The thug rapped his knuckles aginst a door. Ronnie answered the door.
"Holy sheep-shit, look who's here!" Ronnie and the Thug greated eachother at the wrist, and the three walked back into the room.

"Good to see you too. How's my favorite redneck in the whole fuckin' world?"

"Damn good. Still drinkin', still smokin', still fuckin'.

"Right on. The other's here too?" The Assailant asked.

"Yeah, almost everyone fom' L.A's here..minus a couple. Also a few fom' the east coast, and a few others fom' halfway aroun' the world.

"Sarah here?" The Assailant asked as he poked around.

"Yeah, she's here. Jus' not right now. And as for Angela she ain't here either." That answered the Thug's next un-asked question.
"Adrien and her, left since this mornin'.

"Ronnie, who are you talking to?" Regina's voice came.
"Jee cripes."

"Hi Regina, and yeah, good to see you too." The Assailant replied.


Hospital:
Usagi was in Ami's room at her bedside, changing the flowers on the table beside her.
Ami had improved a little, but that only meant two less machines doing the living for her. Ami's heart rate had increased a little as well, but she still wasn't awake.
(That Creature, really did a horrable thing to her.) Usagi thought.
"Ami, please wake up soon. We all need you back... I need you back. We need your help, just like before." USagi wiped a damp cloth across Ami's forehead, and moved her bangs outwards.
Usagi stayed in her room for hours just talking to Ami. Telling her about what had happened. About last night, about yesterday, at her home, and even about how Amy fought constantly with Mamoru.
Usagi was pouring her problems out at the only person who could listen, and normaly would be happy to listen. It was one of the few normal things she had left, that she could do now. To talk to her best friend, who was clinging to dear life, because of four large stab wounds in her body from the Creature.
Hours went by and soon it would be time for her to leave Ami's room.
"Get well soon, Ami." Usagi put on her winter coat, and purse.
Walking outside of the hospital she put in a pair of ear-muffs on her head.
She looked up and saw a drift of snow coming down. As she made her way to the bus stop the drifts of snow became steady, and constant. The crisp, cold air filled her lungs and sent a shiver up her back.
She wondered if the nightmares really were over, but she would then remember what Amy said about remembering and seeing the apartments where "they" lived.
She wondered if it was possable. To attack them, to take them by suprise. All the other times they attacked on their terms, at their convience.
"If we did attack them, their's a chance we could win." She imagened only the best outcome of her plan.
"But what if we don't do something right? What if we get caught. The one that was in my house, that night, wanted to know if our transformations could be copied." She thought about the logic of his words.
"why would someone that powerful, all the time, want our powers which only grant us tempoary power, and only when were transformed? It's like asking for a downgrade."


The Brick Apartments:
The VW-wagon pulled up with the radio cranked up and a small trailer in tow. Adrien, Angela and Sarah got out and carried two long bags each and rushed back inside the apartments. The three walked upstairs quickly. Back in the saftey in the fourth floor, Adrien knocked on the door to his room five times, and the three entered.
"Ronnie, Regina, We're back! You should see all the cool shit we got!" Adrien called out. As soon as he finished his sentence. All three relised who was now sitting in the room.

"Sarah?" The Assailant called out to the tall, blond woman.

"Hey, good to see you!." Sarah answered. Both greated eachother. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. He was only an inch shorter than she was, and he wasn't even wearing boots.

"Angie?" The Thug called out to the short, black-haired woman.

"Come here." She said, streaching out her hand. The Thug walked up to her and stopped in front of her. Her hand rested on the side of his head, behind his ear.
"Good." She said curling her lip, showing a row full of teeth.
"Good boy."

Later that night, preperations were being made, plans were being formed. Sixteen men and women in those four rooms on the fouth floor.
While their was still some goofing off and jokeing around. In each room... a sound.
[tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...] On and on the light, metallic-tapping went on.
The men and women in each room could obviously hear the tapping, but none of them cared. It was a sound they've heard before and couldn't care less if it went on all night. It was natural for them, and this wasn't a natural action withen Japan. Not even in all the years of orginized crime in modern Japanese history.
[tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...] The tapping went on. Both Assailant and Thug were in the second room, along with others.

In the first room.
[tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...] That tapping sound. No different than from the second room.

In the Fourth room and in the Third room.
[tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...] Also the same as the others. They traded dirty jokes, watched tv in a language they understood little, if any of. And "fed" each other.

To be said simpley... Just because gasoline is a liquid like water, dosen't mean it will put out a fire.
Back in the second room, that tapping still went on, but still didn't bother the men and women.

Back in the second room, the insanity grew.
"Dude." Adrien punched the Assailant in the arm to get his attention.

"Hmm?"

"Why did Helen Keller's dog, shoot itself?"

"Oh man...Why?" He smiled, awaiting the punchline of the joke.

"Well you would too if you were named, *arugarughuuuarughh"

"Oh man, that's brutal." He smiled in responce.

"Got another one too. What's the differance between a black-man and..."

"NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!" Sarah screamed out interupting Adrien's joke
"No one wants to hear that. Please, not here."

"Eeh, you're no fun."

In the fourth room:
Larry started the game.
"Swallow five pounds of wood-chippings. or half a pound of metal shavings?"

"Wood chipping. At lest that can get soggy in my stomach." Emil answered
"Chop off your thumbs, or all your toes?"

"Arugh, that's just mean.... Chop off my toes." Carlos answered.
"Be eaten by a shark, or be a charicter in a comic made for little girls?" He asked Larry.

"Hmm, tough call... How much of me would be eaten?"

"Like, all of you."

"Then, yeah. I choose to be eaten by a shark. Emil, Dead or Alive, or Tekken?"

"Easy, Dead or Alive."

"Fuck that, Tekken owns." Carlos interjected.

"Yeah? I don't see to many Tekken guys in their own video games."

"Dude... Death by Degrees. I rest my case."

"Dude... that one sucked, and you know it." It was kind of funny, watching Emil and Carlos argue. Larry thought it was funny anyway.
[tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...] On went the hollow, metallic tapping.
No one outside of those four apartment rooms to hear either their conversations or that constant tapping sound, which would at the very least annoy anyone else, at the most would horrify anyone who knew what had been planned.
Later that night, the sounds of activity died down as sixteen men and women laid to rest for that night. Four rooms devoid of light, and sound.
As for who slept with who or where, was for the most part a matter of convience, with a few exceptions.
But in the darkened room in the middle of winter, this fact was kept to themselves, and no one else.

Dawn:
vincent, in his room, was barely out of bed, just in his boxers and undershirt. All he needed was coffee. He found the instant mix, he had all the water he needed, and the microwave was right behind him, but of all things to be missing...
When he opened the cubbards.
(No cups. Why are their no cups?)

"Morning, Vinnie." Hana said from behind him.

"Hana, look at this. Do you see anything missing in here?" Hana walked up and saw what he was talking about.

"Where are the cups?"

"We don't have any. Can you beleave that? We don't have any cups."

"That's ridiculas."
[knock-knock knock knock-knock]
"Now what? It's not locked!" Adrien walked in, in just his morning robe.

"Mind if I use your bathroom?" Adrien asked.

"You're kidding me, yours dosen't work?" Vincent asked.

"No, it works. I just don't want to use it."

"....Why?" Hana asked. She knew somehow she was going to regreat asking though.

"Well, it's the kind you have to squat down to use. I don't know about you, but for over thirty-five years, I've use the normal kind with great success. I'm not about to change now." And with that said, Adrien closed the bathroom door half-way behind him.

[Sigh] (Why do I ask?) Hana thought to herself.

"So how'd you guys do last night?" Adrien asked.

"Just because were french, dosen't mean we're into orgys." Vincent replied.

"That's fasinating, but I meant how much did you get ready?"

"Oh. We got enough for two of us, and we can absolutly get a whole bag filled up by the end of the day."

"Cool." [Flush!]
"I'll tell the others. I think we can get this started by tomarrow if everyone else is on the same page, ya know?"

"Yeah, sounds great."

Noon:
Back in the second room, a pause in the madness. Both Assaialnt and Thug sat togeather, talking about the dumbest things.
In the middle table, was a bucket of fried chicken that everybody in that room picked at, and a bowl of chicken bones to the side.
Angela, didn't look to be in her best of condition. The way she lowered her head and raised her shoulders up. She rubbed her head as a painful surge filled one side of her head.
The way she would inhale deeply as if hissing.

Away form the apartments Tanner and Randy drove around into town in the Mustang. Traffic was a lot different for Tanner. He wasn't used to everyone not honking their horns, or not flipping him off, or even not cutting in front of him.
As they traveled in the steady flow of traffic, Randy looked out his window to see a man driving his little car, minding his own bussness.
"Hey Tanner, watch this." He said with a wide grin, as he rolled down his window.
"GET THE FUCK OFF THE ROAD!!" Randy roared out loudly, like a wild animal screaching in a frenzy panic for it's life, like the dominate predator of the forest, like a demonic creature attacking the defencless prey.
The other dirver paniced and lost control of his car, and almost swerved into the opposing lane of traffic.
"Argh, Damn ABS breaks. He would've totally swerved in if he'd kept skidding in."
Tanner was to busy readjusting his hearing because of Randy, even if he was shouting in the other direction.
He also kept his mind on other matters. Tanner looked at the alleyways, and streets. Looking at all the narrow passage-ways Japan had to offer.
The different buildings that practically illuminated with the sunlight shining off the windows.
Nothing else like it he'd had ever seen.
"Hey, pull up there. That looks good." Randy said calmly. Tanner pulled into the empty parking space on the curb. Both already noticed the spaces in between the walls and the streets, and in particular a certain building they looked at.

(This'll do.) Tanner thought.
"Randy, we should get back. We got a winner."

Adrien, Ronnie, Larry, Emil, and Angela, decided that so long as they were in Japan, they might as well take in some of the sights and local flavor to kill time. However, this was all acomplished at the mall.
Ronnie saw something in a store that got his attention, in a bad way.
"Hey Adrien! Come here, look at this."

"What?"

"Tell me, What do you see in the video?" He said refering to the video playing a looped demo fotage on the tv.
Adrien saw the product in use, and the person useing it. But he couldn't help but smile to show a row full of teeth.

"So...what the fuck am I looking at?"

"Well, I'm not fluent in Japanese or anythin', but I'd say this is a chair made for very bored housewives."

"Yeah... I'd say you're dead on."
The two of them watched the demo video for a minute.

"Man, that's fuckin' halarious."

"Hey you two. What'd ya find?" Angela asked from behind.

"A chair that get chicks off." Ronnie answered

"And let me guess, you want one for yourself, right?"

"... Sure, why not." Ronnie answered with a wide smile full of teeth. Ronnie also had a joke in his head for Adrien, about getting one of the sexual-aid chairs for his wife Regina, but knowing Adrien, as a cool guy he usually was, it was a far better idea to not say it outloud.
Later on as they drove around Tokyo, Ronnie and Adrien left to their own devices, bought some fireworks.
The Thug walked beside Angela as they toured a electronics store. She stood 5'7 and was as slim as a young girl. Some men as they passed by had brief thoughts of approaching her, but those ideas were brushed away by one of two things. Either the Thug would brush them off, or worse, she would.
The Assailant walked beside Sarah as they walked around the streets. Sarah had never visited Japan before, so this was a bit of a educational trip as well. The looks she got from everybody was a bit offsetting. She was actually a whole inch taller than her *escort, the Assailant.


Hospital:
Rei sat up right in her bed looking out the window. Snowflakes were drifting down for the first time in weeks since mid-october. She hadn't been in any condtion to get any useful sleep ever since she felt that surge of fear. This whole time she had only been able to get just shy of six hours of sleep total.
(Snow... I wish these were better times to enjoy this. Have snowball fights at the park. Drinking hot-chocolate. Heck, I wouldn't mind even getting snow shoved down my back.) Rei turned her head to scan the room as if she would find something new to look at, but found nothing.
(But here I am. Broken, heavly medicated, haven't had a decient nights' sleep, and I can't do a thing about it.)
Suddenly in the middle of her thoughts, she felt the surge. The wave of overbearing fear strangling every shread of courage she had. She saw in her mind briefly a knight in thick, tattered armor welding a spear made from wood, steel, and fire. Even though the knight wore no helmet he had a black-hood. She felt no magic, but he controled fire.
She curled herself up in the bed wrapping her arm around her knees. She breathed in quick, shallow sets.
Hours later the feeling passed. She breathed easy, and streached out on the entire length of the bed. Her hands still shook when she raised them for anything.
(Have to calm down.) She reached over to her purse and took out her cell-phone, and almost dialed Ami.
(Oh yeah, she's here too, and in worse shape than I am.)
[knock-knock] The door opened to her room.

"Rei?"

"Oh, hey Michiru."

"Hi, Just dropping by since I was around. So How are you doing?"

"Could be worse."

"Yeah."

"How's Haruka?"

"She's... taking time for herself." Michiru eased the rough edges of her statement, but Rei understood what she ment.

"How's your leg?"

"Hm, I should be asking you that, but it's getting better. Just not good enough yet."

"Uhh, how's Ami? Have you seen her lately?"

Michiru paused just as she opened her mouth.
"...I walked by her room...She's still there. You know."

"Yeah. I know."


Brick Apartments:
[Foosh! POP!] Randy, Tanner, Emil and Larry held bottle-rockets by the pole end in their hands, and lit it up. The instrucions read, place in ground, light fuse, and step away. But since none of them coulden't read japanese. So they skipped the Place In Ground part.
Later that evening as the sun had already passed the horizon. Food had been prepaired for all eightteen men and women. Steaks, chicken, and lamb. Carrots, corn, and peas, drenched in butter.
Everyone by now was sober and adjusted to the timezone.
Rayne sat with others in the second room for dinner, and conversation.
"Here's one." Rayne started as she ate into a grilled chicken breast.
"If cloning people was legal, would it be also legal to kill a clone?"

[POP!]

"No... I don't think so. As much as I like the idea, I'm sure someone in some government office, would make a heap of laws just for the new minority of cloned people." Ronnie answered.

"Well what about, having clones for personal free labor?" Rayne asked again.

"Well in America free labor is either voluntary, or slavery. And in the later 1800's President Lincon made the 13th Amendment which outlawed slavery. So the short answer would likely be, no." Adrien answered.


"Damn."

[POP!!]

"Rayne, Why would you want to kill someone for no reason, or a slave to do your work?" The Assailant asked.

"Well, you know. Stuff... and convience."

"Rayne, all offence intended, you're one of the most lazy people I know. Even Ronnie does more work than you."

"I'd drink to that." Ronnie said from somewhere in the back.
"Alright I got one. What will you do with a 1,000,000 dollars?"

"An extended vacation." Adrien answerd.

[POP!]

"Mmm, A vintage cadillac. With the origanal air in the tires." Angela answered

"I'd finance my own movie. Even if it would never get an oscar." Sarah Answered.

"I'd build a three-level, underground cabin." The Assaialnt answered.

"I'd have a one-hundred inch flat-screen TV installed in ever room of my house." Rayne answered.

"Don't you mean, every room in Hana's house?" Ronnie asked.

"No. I mean, Every room in MY House."

"Well Rayne for that to happen, you'd first have to move out of Hana's house. THEN you could have your own house."

"I hate you." Rayne answered with the only thing she could use.

[POP!]

Sarah wiped her mouth clean with a napkin, after consuming her half pound steak and pasta.
"I'm calling it a night guys. I sure as hell have a busy day tomarrow, you know?"

"'Night" Said Regina.

"Johnathan?" The Assailant turned his head to the sound of his name.
"Come on. I'm going to bed." Johnathan got up from his chair, and walked beside Sarah to turn in for the night.

Later that night oUtside, Angela walked to a convience store with the Thug at her side as usual. She just had to buy a few quick items, then she would call it a night. The store wasn't very big and the Thug, as tall as he was, could see everything just by standing on his toes. So he just found the arcade machine at the side wall and plunged a few yen pieces in and played while Angela shoped.
Angela found a few cans of spray-oil, duct tape, a whole unopened box of canned coffee. She knew this woulden't be enough though. On the back row in the cooler section, she emptied a whole row of 16 ounce energy drinks into the hand basket she carried.
While she shopped the store clerk watched the both of them with a nervious anticpation. The young woman in his store was tall and attractive, and barely in inch shorter than he was, but it was the large man she came in with that made him even more nervous.
At nearly two meters tall, and he guess the man weighed 90 kilograms. A force not to be fooled with.
Angela finshed gathering the item and payed in cash for everything. The Thug still minded himself playing the arcade machine as Angela was opening the front-door.
She paused briefly.
"Rex." The Thug stopped, and turned his head at the sound of his name.
"Let's go." Rex followed Angela out the door and into the freezing cold outside, to walk back to the brick apartments.
The air was cold and dry, The night was dark and obscuring. Over five inches of snow onthe ground slowed the pace of walking. Skin tightened, and became numb in the cold night air. All the while Rex paced himself with Angela back to the brick apartments.

Hours went by. Vincent was on top of the roof leaning over the rooftop edge, unable to sleep right away.
"Hey Rooster." Vincent turned around.

"Hey." He answered to Adrien.
"Can't sleep either?"

"Yeah. Just a little nervous."

"Well, you think there's something that can fix that?" Vincent pull out of his thick jacket a small bottle of Johnnie Walker whiskey.

"Hey now. How'd you sneek this past?"

"I'm old, everyone trusts me."

Adrien laughed.
"Nice. Give me a sip of that."

"What should we drink to?" Vincent asked as Adrien opened the glass bottle.

"...To those who Dream, Do, Suceed, and Excell." He took a drink, and passed it back to Vincent.

"To the Dumb-shit that made Japan such a sterile field for us to do whatever the fuck we want."

Adrien laughed again.
"Aw man, Why didn't I think of that?"

"Cause you're American. You have no culture."

"Excuse me, We invented good looking women. What do you got? I've seen what you call women, with the hairy armpits, and don't bathe."

"Hey-hey-hey, France gave you the lady Liberty."

"Yeah, you also gave us the croissant, and guess what we did with it?"

"What?"

"We turned it into a cro-sandwhich!"
Their nowhere-argument went on for an hour as the liquor influenced them.
Back inside the Brick Apartments all were asleep. Not a sound rose in the fourth floor, in the four rooms. Not a creature was stirring, not even the creature named Rex.
Ronnie slept on a reclined chair with a blanket beside the the door.
Gail, Randy, and Larry also did the same in their respected rooms.

Mamoru's Apartment:
Usagi sat in her room next to the window back at Mamoru's apartment. Both Mamoru and Amy were asleep. Nearly the eleventh hour that night.
(What will happen?) She thought distantly. She had the disturbing warning from her friend Rei, the constant fighting between Mamoru and Amy, her family was always on her mind since being attacked by the Assailant. Ami still haden't awaken since being badly hurt by the Creature. She had never taken such a harsh and steep lose in battle so quickly, even in the first early days when she first became Sailor Moon nearly six years ago. [Riiiing]
"Huh?" (Who'd be calling at this hour?) [Riiiing]
"Hello?...
"Yes speaking...
"WHAT?! Really that's wonderful, I'm so happy...
"Yes I understand...
"I'll be there tomarrow morning...
"Yeah, so how is she?...
"Yeah I bet she is...
"Ooh, I can't wait to see her...
"Yes, I'll be sure to tell everyone as soon as I can...
"Okay, goodbye." She smiled with true joy, she sat down on the floor clutching the cordless phone tightly to her chest in her hands.
"Oh Ami, finally. *Sigh. Things are finally looking better." Ami finally woke up from her coma. Days of horrible waiting, because of the Creature. But it happened, Ami finally woke up. The sound of Ami's mother speaking so full of life again. It was better than the sweetest music.
"Finally, things are getting better. Everything will be as it was."

To be Continued...
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