Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Silver Rose ❯ Savior? ( Chapter 14 )

Hey everyone here's next chapter of The Silver Rose. I've enjoyed writing it and I'm glad that a lot of you have enjoyed reading it. Oh well on with the story.

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The Silver Rose

Serenestorm

Chapter 14: Savior?

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Two things were definite to Usagi. That she had to find a way out of her confinement and that she was probably in all sensibility doomed. She again for the umpteenth time since her awakening, surveyed her surroundings, or at least tried to for the room was once again pitch black. Emily had left, to do Kami knows what, a few minutes ago, leaving Usagi along to spend the remainder of her existence in peace, so Emily had told her. How considerate, really, the woman was a regular saint. Well when Emily left the lights followed her, consequently the aforementioned darkness. Usagi refused to give up and sat in her confines trying to think of any means of escape, her mind seemingly very sharp considering the circumstances. She weighed Emily's words, the things the mad woman had said after she awakened to her current hell whole. Emily had mentioned that she wanted Mamoru present before she killed Usagi; specifically she wanted Mamoru to watch her die. So the obvious questions were:

Did Emily contact Mamoru?

Was he coming here?

If so, when?

Usagi knew in all probability that Emily had in fact contacted Mamoru, and more than likely had told him to meet her somewhere near whatever warehouse she had stashed her in. That rationale was a given since Emily was fixated on Mamoru watching Usagi die. He would have to be there to do such. Yes the first question was a given but the other two were more complex. They both depended on one thing, did Mamoru really love her, as Emily had said. In any case, he may be her only hope. She hated to admit that though, but any other plan of escape she could think of didn't mean shit unless she was released from her chains. She could not defend herself shackled to a wall. But Usagi could not help but feel a bitter amusement toward the irony of the situation. Here she was ready to put her faith and trust in a man she did not trust, a man she was not even sure if she really liked. Yet in his hands he may hold her salvation. He was the only one besides Emily that knew where she was. Life was full of irony it seemed and Mr. Destiny had a wicked sense of humor. Oh well. Now as for when her knight in shining armor would arrive, that could be anytime. She tried to think of how long she had been out. It was dusk when she made it to the dorm room and from looking out the small window in the darkened room, Usagi knew that it was night now. She doubted that she and been out the entire night and onto the next. Inhaled ether was not potent enough to last in one's system too long, so she possibly had only been out for a couple of hours. If so, Usagi estimated the time to be about 8 o'clock, 10 at the most, and she felt that Mamoru would have been told to come within an hour or two of her awakening. She did not know Emily well, but she did know that patience was not one of the woman's strong points. Unfortunately for Usagi, neither was sanity.

Anyway she assumed Emily would not want to wait for the fun to start. Yep, Emily called Mamoru the first chance she got.

She did not have to contemplate that assumption long for her wait was over. Usagi heard the squeak of the door as it slowly opened. She closed her eyes preparing herself for the bombard of bright light that was sure to follow. But after a few minutes of waiting nothing happened. Usagi tentatively opened one eye, then the other. Darkness still filled the room, but a small speck of light, seemingly from a flashlight, could be seen by the exit. The light shifted in a searching manner; Usagi knew it was not Emily.

"Usako?" She heard an all to familiar voice call uncertainly. Even without the use of his nickname for her, she would have recognized his voice anywhere. No one had ever made her stomach flutter with just mere words but him.

"Mamoru". She called and the flashlight settled on her. Never had she been so happy to see anyone in her life, as she was to see him at that moment. It seemed as though her savior had arrived.

***

Beryl stood a safe distance away from The Silver Rose. The place was deserted, Monday being the only day the club was not in operation. She was absolutely sure that the building was completely empty; she had made sure of that. Mamoru left 30 minutes earlier seemingly in a hurry, in such a hurry that he didn't even notice her black Limo pull off behind him. Now she stood, leaning against her car, looking in the direction of the club, Mamoru's multi-million dollar business, watching as two of her hired goons approached her. The tallest one, with hair as red as her own reached her first, his blue haired associate not far behind him.

"It's done". He said his brown eyes staring at Beryl expressionlessly.

"You placed them in the spots I indicated, Rubeus?" Beryl asked.

"Yes, every single one of them. All you have to do is detonate them, and boom". Rubeus answered.

"Excellent". Beryl replied. She carefully handled the detonator in her hand, not wanting to press the small button that would blow The Silver Rose to smithereens too soon. No she wanted to savor this.

"That will be all. You two can wait for me in the car. Oh and call the fire department in about five minutes. They'll be needed shortly." The two men nodded and did as she commanded.

Beryl rested against the side of her car smirking, highly amused at what she was about to do. She would teach Mamoru that no one blew her off the way that he did. No one walks into her place of business and insults her. And no one dismisses Shisou Beryl for a common harlot. What she was doing was not out of jealousy, why the hell would she be jealous of a bitch like Emily. If Mamoru wanted the cheap slut he could have her, good riddance. No what she was doing was out of revenge. Mamoru left her having to cancel their engagement. The embarrassment her associates and the tabloids had put her through was unforgivable. The bastard had to pay, and pay he would. Though Mamoru had many businesses she knew that this one was his baby and it was a damn good business as stated before worth millions. What better way to hurt him than to kick him in his financial penis? Beryl had always been called a nutcracker, a name well earned, as Mamoru was to soon find out. She pressed the button and watched with morbid fascination as the building exploded with a loud vicarious boom. She laughed lightly and climbed into her Limo, instructing her driver to pull off. Yes, this would teach Mamoru. No one fucked with Beryl with out getting fucked up in return.

***

"Usako, are you ok?" Mamoru asked, squatting down in front of the girl.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I mean she hasn't hurt me or anything". She said nervously. Mamoru still seemed to make her nervous.

"Don't worry, I'm going to get you out of here". He said eyeing the chain.

"You have anything to cut it with?" She asked noticing what had his attention.

Mamoru shook his head, looking for the lock that held the chain. The chain was banded around Usagi's wrist and attached to a metal pipe coming out of the wall and secured with a pad lock.

"I'm going to have to shoot the lock". He said finally.

"Shoot it? Can't you pick it?" She asked looking at Mamoru anxiously.

"Yeah". Mamoru said as he once again examined the lock.

"But, Emily broke the lock's key in its keyhole. I guess she knew I might try to pick it."

Mamoru eyed the lock warily. He really had underestimated Emily. He just hoped Emily didn't guess he would arrive earlier than she had told him to. He pulled his 9mm out of his coat pocket.

"After I do this we will have to move quickly". He said.

Usagi nodded in understanding. She knew there was a good chance that Emily would hear the shot.

He drew the gun close to the lock and readied the trigger. Usagi closed her eyes in anticipation. The blast seemed to vibrate throughout the room. Usagi ears were ringing painfully but luckily the lock broke with one shot. She jumped up as quickly as she could and Mamoru helped her free her wrist from the chain's hold.

She felt wobbly and grasped Mamoru's arm for balance.

"Are you ok?" He asked looking down at her concerned. He wanted to hold her, kiss her but knew they didn't have time. Even in the situation they were in, Mamoru could honestly say he was happy just to be around her.

"Yeah, it's an after effect of the drug. I'm fine, really." Usagi said noticing his concern. He smiled softly, a heart-melting smile. Usagi could certainly feel her heart thawing and again she wondered had she judged him too harshly. Now was not the time for such thoughts though. She knew that even as she and Mamoru made their way to the door.

The door was so close; they were so close, that was until Usagi tripped. She would have fell if Mamoru hadn't turned to catch her. He wrapped his arms around her. Usagi's face was buried in his chest. She cursed her weakness, cursed the drug that she had believed to be completely out of her system, and cursed the fucking lights that suddenly, oh too quickly, snapped on.

"Now what do we have here?" Emily said trying to hide the rage in her voice yet failing miserably.

She was almost shaking in anger. Her Mamoru was holding that whore with a hell of a lot more care than he had ever held her. Mamoru released Usagi and they both faced the crazed woman.

Emily pointed her gun at the couple, trying to still her shaking hand.

It's ok.

She thought to herself. That bitch will be dead soon enough and Mamoru will be mine, as he should be.

"Drop your gun, Mamoru. Kick it to me". Emily said, noticing the 9 Mamoru held at his side.

"Now!" She shouted shaking the gun menacingly.

Mamoru reluctantly did as she asked. He had no choice. Emily would have a bullet in his head before he could even raise his gun. He knew the woman was an excellent shot, having been to the firing range with her on several occasions.

She smirked eyeing her two prisoners. Mamoru looked pissed, highly, as mad as she had ever seen him. Usagi's expression was blank, unreadable.

"Let us go, Emily. This is ridiculous." Mamoru said glaring at the woman.

"Damn, Mamoru, if looks could kill. Sorry, I can't let you go, not after how hard I've worked to get you here".

She smirked, and Mamoru wanted, for the first time in his adult life, to strike a woman.

"Move away from her. Get away from that bitch".

"No". Mamoru said stepping even closer to Usagi.

"Mamoru, it's ok. We'd better do as she says". Usagi said easing away from Mamoru. She had noticed the way Emily's eyes wildly flicked back and forth between the two of them. She had no doubt that the woman would shoot them both though she knew Mamoru had a better chance of getting out alive.

"Now that's better". Emily said waving the gun toward Mamoru then toward Usagi, never staying on the other too long. Usagi and Mamoru now stood an arms length apart, not far, but not nearly as close as they was.

"I really hate to do this but it's the only way. You understand that don't you. It's the only way I can have you Mamoru". She said wanting Mamoru to understand her actions.

"You don't have to do this. You don't need me. I can't give you what you deserve. You're a beautiful woman. You can easily find someone else, someone who will treat you right." Mamoru said, trying to get through to her, but somehow knowing it was of no use.

"You will, Mamoru. You will treat me right. You will love me. But you can't not as long as she's here".

Emily said pointing the gun at Usagi as if to clarify her statement.

Usagi said nothing, knowing anything she said would only make things worse.

"I don't love you. I will never love you. Why can't you get that through you thick head? I didn't love you before Usagi came. And I definitely will never love you if you hurt Usagi and my baby." Mamoru said his patience wearing thin. He glared angrily at Emily, angry that she would try to force him to feel for her, and, more importantly, angry that she would attempt to hurt the only woman in the world that he did love. The woman that was pregnant with his child and that he was at the moment powerless to protect.

Emily's eyes widened at his statements, her heart seemed to break at each word. Her twisted mind couldn't believe it. This was not supposed to happen, was not the way she planned it.

Not at all the way she had planned it.

He couldn't be telling the truth, she rationalized. Somehow, someway, Usagi had brainwashed him. He loved her; he just couldn't admit it right now. He broke it off with Beryl for her, now all she had to do was to get rid of Usagi, just one bullet will do it. She smiled softly, lovingly at Mamoru, and pulled the trigger. The bullet exploded from the gun and headed with fatal precision toward Usagi.

Usagi's eyes widened. She felt her adrenaline pumping overtime. The bullet seemed to fly in slow motion but she couldn't seem to get her legs to move fast enough to escape it. Felt as though she was walking in molasses. She heard Mamoru shout her name and closed her eyes. Oh how many regrets she had now, now that death was upon her. She would never graduate college. Never hold her child, feel the joys of motherhood. Never tell Mamoru how she felt about him. Kami, she just realized she loved him; she actually loved a man she thought she detested. Perhaps she knew it all along; Mamoru had long ago captured her heart with the first kiss. It was so sad, so utterly unfair, to find love only to lose it in death. She waited to feel the pain of the bullet's penetration, waited to feel the clammy hand of fatality. Instead she felt strong arms surround her and heard a familiar grunt escape soft lips. She opened her eyes to find Mamoru gazing down at her. His arms draped gently around her waist, a serene smile gracing his mouth.

"Mamoru?" She whispered wondering how he had managed to save her and pull them both from the hands of death. Yet she was not to ask him, as he was not to tell her. Instead he fell backwards, almost taking her down with him, hitting the ground with a sickening thug. Usagi sat down beside him in shock, not believing, or not wanting to believe what she was seeing.

She even ignored the loud screaming taking place in the background and the loud gun shot that followed it. Nothing matter, even the other body that hit the ground, as Mamoru had, falling not too far from them. None of that mattered or even existed for Usagi now. She gently placed Mamoru's head in her lap, brushed his inky hair away from his eyes. He looked up at her; for once his expression was unguarded. Mamoru felt his life seeping away, even as his blood stained the ground from the wound in his back.

"I love you". He whispered closing his eyes for perhaps the final time.

"I love you too". She said in earnest tears streaming down her cheeks. It should have been her. It should be her laying there dieing, not Mamoru. Usagi carefully kissed his lips, tasting his metallic blood on them and sat up to wipe her tears, only for more to fall.

"No." She muttered as if that along, that simple command, could keep Mamoru from leaving her. She heard a wailing coming from outside, a wailing that her clouded mind assessed must have come from police cars. It seemed as though Mamoru called the police before he left his office, but it's just like them to show up after everything is over. After there's nothing left to save.

"Usagi looked down at the man she held in her arms expecting him to open his eyes any moment, to give her that heart-melting smile, or even that irritating smirk.

"NO!" She yelled all of her anguish flowing into that one word. Voices called out to her, people rushed about her. Yet she noticed nothing.

Her love was gone. That was all she noticed.

That was all that mattered.

Ok guys before you start the death threats, I'm writing an epilogue. The epilogue will be out soon. I repeat the story is not over; the epilogue will be out soon.

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