Dark on the Outside - Chapter 3 (revised) by Ari WaSPG0LD@aol.com --------------------------------------------------------------------- DARK ON THE OUTSIDE DISCLAIMERS: If you've read any Sailor Moon fanfic, you know what the disclaimers are. All characters in the Sailor Moon Series don't belong to me. All characters are TM and ? their respective owners. These disclaimers are valid throughout the entire series, by the way. Send any comments you may have to waspg0ld@aol.com (No flames, please.) =====CHAPTER 3: PATHS CROSS===== THE NEGAVERSE No evil on earth could ever match that of the Negaverse. Not the communists, not Janet Reno, not even the Degenerates could hold a black candle to the Negaverse. Of course, not even they knew about the existance of the Degenerates, or the Achievers. An old but strong man stared out aimlessly. He was dressed in a black muscle shirt, with black pants and black boots. His tank top has the letters nWo in white inside a white rectangle on the front. His long blond hair wasn't e- nough to cover the big bald spot on the top of his head. One word ran vertically down the length of his pants: "Hollywood." "I can't thank you enough for getting me into the Negaverse. This is the best thing that could happen to me." He turned his head around. "Wouldn't you agree...Kefka?" "I couldn't agree more, Hollywood," Kefka said, as he approach- ed Hollywood. He was dressed in an odd green robe, trimmed in red and yellow, over a white shirt and green pants. On his head, he had a gold circlet, with a long dodo feather sticking out. "Here, you will be gi- ven more power that you could ever amass in the wrestling world. You'd even able to destroy Goldberg with our help. And then there's your four henchmen." A short distance behind Hollywood, were four fellow nWo-ites; the first was enormous, and had long, brown hair. He was known simply as "The Giant." Next, was a tough-looking biker-like person. Like the Giant, he didn't have a real name; he was "the Deciphel." The third, and smallest of the bunch, wore pink, as well as black. Along with his normal attire, he wore a black leather jacket, the design of a skull sans the two front teeth on a pink triangle on back below the word "HITMAN." Bret "the Hitman" Hart. Although a friend of Hollywood, Bret was technically not in the nWo. Finally, was a tough cuban, with black, slicked hair, a long gerry curl hanging down the center of his face. He was Scott Hall. "Four of the most powerful men in thw world," Hollwood said. "And judged by what you've told me about the Sailor Scouts, we should have no trouble disposing of them." "Don't get cocky, Hogan," a voice called out. Hogan and Kefka turned around and saw their benefactor: Queen Beryl. "I warn you not to underestimate the Sailor Scouts. My top generals did, and if you do, you will end up just like them. I am well aware of your past, Hol- lwood Hogan, but they are much, MUCH more powerful than you would ima- gine." She turned around and took a couple of steps forward. "Now... tell me about this "project" you were working on." "Kefka and I have created four powerful warriors! Observe." At that point, four shapes materialized above Beryl's head. They were the suits in a deck of cards, only they looked different. The heart and diamond were black, outlined in orange, and had orange, blue, pur- ple and black flames sticking out of the left and right sides. The club and spade were blood red, and had red, yellow and black flames burning straight up off of them. "We've called them The Unholy Four," Kefka said. As he pointed to the shapes, they flared up as he called their names. He pointed to the heart, diamond, club, and spade, in that order. "Darkheart, the leader, Darkmind, Darkbody, and finally, Darksoul." "All we have to do is find four certain humans to carry these powers," Hollywood explained. "I figured if we find Darkheart first, he or she would lead us to the other three." "But who will be willing to carry these powers?" Beryl ques- tioned. "Leave that to us," Hollywood and Kefka said at the same time. "Alright, I will," the Queen said. "Get to work." CROSSROADS JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL 12:00 Owen sat in geometry class, looking over the notes his class finished taking. (Despite being a junior in High school back home, he needed to be held back a few years.) The only person he knew in that class was Molly; everyone else was a stranger to him. He looked down at his notebook, tapping the end of his pen on the paper. With every tap, his gold necklace shook. Sometimes, when in the right light, his pendant - a gold heart with gold flames coming out the sides, hooked on to his chain by too loops on either ends of the flames - flashed a gold reflection out on the wall. He gazed at his reflection in it. When Amy asked him about it earlier, he explained that it had a lot of meaning to him. 'Freshman year in high school was my first year ever wrestling. There were no other heavyweights except me, and I made varsity at 275 lb. weight class. I did a *lot* better than anyone in my or other high schools thought. They called me the "Golden Boy." I really didn't like the name, so it didn't last long. I became NJ state champ at my weight class my first year ever wrestling. The heart in flames symbolizes how much I stuck it out; it's gold because my mom liked the name Golden Boy.' Every day so far in his two weeks in Japan was normal. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But he would learn today would not be one of those days. As he glanced out the window, he saw a man enter the building via another wing. What caught his eye the most, however was what he wore; he couldn't see most of his shirt through his leather jacket, but he saw the word "HOGAN" in blood red letters. {What in the HELL?} he thought to himself. {It CAN'T be who I THINK it is.... What would Bret Hart be doing here?} He dismissed the sighting of sorts and returned to his studies...which is when a loud explosion was heard throughout the school. He looked over to where he saw that man, and saw black smoke pouring out of the new hole in the wall. Meanwhile, in one of the offices, Bret stood poised to attack again, black magic glowing in his hands. A horrified principal cowered in the corner. "L-l-look, man, just take what you want and get outta here!" he said. But Bret just flashed a sinister smile through his black sun- glasses, and he turned on the PA system. "Well, well, well..." Owen looked up at the speaker above the door and quickly recognized the voice; it was indeed Bret Hart. "I guess you're all wondering what I'm doing here, aren't you?" Owen rose from his desk. "Well...allow me to explain. You see, I - on behalf of nWo Hollywood - declare our alliance with the Negaverse." Everyone be- came panicky at this, except for Owen, who hadn't the slightest clue as to what he was talking about. "Why am I letting all of you innocent kids here know? Because I know that somewhere in this high school, lies our worst enemy. I'm talking to you, Sailor Moon. I know you're studying hard, hiding be- hind your secret identity. Just like Sailor Mars, Sailor Mercury, Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Venus, and Tuxedo Mask. "So basicly, what I'm saying is...if you've got the guts to come out and face us..." As he said that, a black light flashed in the hallways for just a second. "...I just might not hold all these people hostage forever." A lout "BZZZT" signified the end of his broadcast. "What the hell was all that? The Negaverse? nWo Hollywood? What is he talking about?" Owen asked, obviously confused. "nWo Hollywood with the Negaverse?" a student asked. "That's not good." "This is too confusing," Owen said, scratching his head. "Don't worry yourself too much, Owen," Molly said, walking up to him. "Sailor Moon will protect us." By now, that 'stupid American' look was full blown on Owen's face. "Sailor WHO?!" Molly explained to Owen the best she could about the Sailor Scouts, the Negaverse, and her personal experiences as a living punching bag. "Freaky," he said, still trying to absorb all that information. "You know what? Forget that," he started up again. I'm going to put a stop to the Hitman, not these Sailor Scouts. If they could, they would be here by now." "If you could do something about it, you can't," Ms. Haruna said. "The doors are sealed shut." "Wha-? Lemme see." Owen approached the door, jiggled the knob a little and pushed on it. It didn't budge. He stepped back, and ka- rate kicked the door. Nothing. Then, he stepped back a little fur- ther, and shoulder-blocked the door. Again, nothing happened. "I'm sorry," she said. But Owen would not go down that easily. He had an idea. "Alright, alright, alright," he said, standing further away from the door. "Stand back. I think I can handle this." Ms. Haruna and several students cleared out of the way of the door and Owen, as he started to work a spell. Owen raised his right hand, pointing at the door. His eyes turned from gold to red as a red halo glowed around his hand. {Let's see how this works.} "LIGHTNING BLAST!!!" Out of abso- lutely nowhere, a large thunderbolt struck the door in a bright flash. Everyone else in the room shielded themselves as the bolt struck. Meanwhile, Owen screamed as he was sent flying back into the wall. He hit his back hit hard, and he collapsed on his stomach. "Ohhh," Owen groaned as he got to his feet. "Fffeedback...." Molly was staring in total shock and disbelief. "Owen...that was...was...unbelievable!" She looked him straight in the eye as he got up, and watched in amazement again, as his eyes reverted from red to their usual gold. "You like that?" he asked. "Let's kick some nWo-ass." Before he left, he performed a little more magic. He pointed to the pointer on the chalk ledge. It was only four feet long, but Owen could still use it as some kinda bostaff. He pointed to it and shouted "Animate!" As it happened, it rose, and postioned itself straight up. "Come to papa," Owen said again, and then the item flew into his waiting hand. "Armed" and ready, he rushed out the big hole in the wall where the door once was. All he said as he left was "We're going into overtime." "Holding a high school full of innocent students hostage?" a voice called out. Bret looked around and saw who he was looking for: the Sailor Scouts; a wicked smile appeared on his face as he removed his sunglasses. "It's about time you ladies showed up," he started. "Come to surrender to the Negaverse World Order?" "Terribly sorry," Sailor Jupiter started. "You must have the wrong Scouts, pal." "Oh, do I?" "You'll have to kill us to make us surrender," Moon started. "I am Sailor Moon, champion of love and justice. In the name of the Moon, I will right wrongs and triumph over evil! That means you, Hit- man!" "Touche, Sailor Moon," Hitman said, sarcasticly. He then raised his hands, which started to glow black. Then, five pink and black energy beams shot out of his fingertips, striking all the scouts square in the chest. He laughed as they fell to the ground. Meanwhile, on the other side of the school, Owen continued to run through the halls of the high school. Through the seals that kept the doors shut, he could hear a mixture of things: worried chatter, some screams, and questions as to what that big guy was doing rushing through the hallways. He skidded to a halt in one of the intersections and looked down the hallways. To one side was the gym; to the other were the of- fices. As he turned and rushed down, he stopped when he saw the scouts down, and Bret Hart, laughing maniacly. "Whoa," Mars said. "This guy's tougher than he looks." "We can't give up now," Venus remarked. "Well, Scouts," Bret started again. "It seems that your bark is worse than your bite." He snickered at this remark. "You've got nothing left. It's over. What do you have to say about that?" "I have something to say," an unfamiliar voice called. Bret turned to see who was interrupting him. "LIGHTNING BLAST!!!" A bolt of lightning blew the Hitman clear out the doors and into the court- yard. With the feedback being a one-time ordeal from earlier, Bret's attacker rushed out, followed by the rest of the scouts. "Did you see that?" Mercury asked, stunned. "More like did you see who that was," Tuxedo Mask said. "Did you? That was OWEN!" As they approached the courtyard, the scouts saw Owen standing by a still shaken Bret Hart. "How...how could you...possess that much power?" Bret asked the attacker. "That doesn't concern you," he said. "I detest evil and I don't like nWo Hollywood. Putting you away will be twice as nice." "Who are you? Really?" By now, the rest of the Scouts had surrounded Bret. "Please allow me to introduce myself," he started. "I am Owen Teei, American original and leader of the Achievers! For centuries, my kind have erased scum like you from all existance. And the Achievers and the people of earth hereby proclaim in one voice, your day of reck- oning has arrived! Prepare yourself!" "Wait a minute. Did you say you were with the Achievers?" "That's right. So if you surrender now, I'll be sure to make your death as quick and painless as I can, OK?" Oh, crap, Bret said under his breath. Unrenounced to Owen, a black portal appeared a distance behind him. Seeing this, Bret charged at Owen, and blasted him to the side with some nega energy. Despite some fancy self-defense moves with the makeshift bostaff, it failed to stop him from being flung into a tree. From the corner of his eye, he could see Bret dive into the portal and disappear. As Owen got up, he saw the Sailor Scouts standing there, just as confused as he was. One question seemed to be on everyone's mind: "Who are you?!" THE NEGAVERSE An obviously shaken Bret Hart returned home to the Negaverse. He discarded his jacket as Hollywood and Queen Beryl approached. "Um, Hitman, the Scouts are still alive. Why did you-" "The Achievers!" Bret shouted. "The Achievers are here!" "What?" Hogan and Beryl asked. "The Achievers have appeared on earth, and their leader is in Japan!" No one could believe what Bret said. "By the way...no one volunteered for the job as Darkheart." They were not as worried as Bret thought they would be. "No matter. Some of the Negaverse's servants weren't always volunteers," Hollywood said. "We will awaken the Unholy Four yet." With that, he laughed wickedly. =====TO BE CONTINUED===== This chapter has had, I think, the most amount of action in it so far. Now that Owen, the Sailor Scouts, Beryl, and nWo Hollywood are all acquainted with each other, I can tell you that more fun stuff will go down. What I said earlier about Owen being a junior back home and in Serena's class is based on something similar that happened to me in 4th grade. A japanese family (really) moved in next to me, and their 15- year-old son ended up being in a lot of my classes. I was about 12 when it happened. Other than that, you know the email address.