Title: Siren High Author: Dark Day for Anime (Mark A Page) Email: darkdayforanime@hotmail.com ICQ: 9845111 IRC: Saitou^Hajime on DALnet's #ajas, Nueno_M on EFnet Fic Rating: R (Disturbing scenes of mutilation, gore and occultism) -------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by Takeuchi Naoko and Bandai, so these characters really belong to them, except ones I made up. This means I'm only using the Sailormoon characters for purposes benign. (And if you believe that, you'd believe anything.) -------------------------------------------------------------------- SIREN HIGH by DARK DAY FOR ANIME Hostile takeover of the soul. Venus stepped into the spotlight in the middle of the dome-roofed cathedral. She started to dance, running her hands across her body in a suggestive manner. No audience to see her this time. There had been in the past. Flash of yellow, and orange, and white, and blue, and red, and the pale pinkness of her flesh as she moved too fast for the human eye to see, across the cobblestones that covered the floor that was her stage. Desire to love, and to hate, herself, filled her with an arrogant rage that she could not quell. And when she stopped, she gripped her right arm with her left hand, and ripped it clean from her shoulder. She didn't cry, although there was pain. There wasn't any horror at what she had done, just a bizarre kind of relief. The only sound she could hear was the blood, trickling from the wound like a leaking tap. That and the sound of the beating. It could have been her heart. It could have been any heart, not necessarily her own. But she didn't care. There was just the cold, satisfying sensation of purging herself of something, and she didn't even think it strange or unusual. She held up the arm and stared at it, and watched the fingers move, dancing in the air with macabre elegance. And she didn't think that was strange, either. Slowly, she allowed her left hand to take her right, and started to paint on the cobblestone floor with her blood, the mutilated end of her arm her brush. The wound in her shoulder now healing, she moved out from the centre and started to draw a circle. A vast circle, smeared into every fold of the stonework with thick, ruddy detail. And when she had finished that, she started again, within the first, a smaller circle, more fine and detailed. Upon completion, she stood back and stared at her handiwork. But as yet, she was not finished. She started to draw lines, straddling the gap between the inner circle.... One, two, three, four, five.... All intersecting each other in the symbol of the pentagram. And still, she did not know why she had done this. Hostile takeover of the soul. She flipped her arm around and forced the open wound of the stump back into the shoulder. Without even the slightest hint of surprise, the arm reattached itself, and she started to dance again, with the same inhuman speed that she displayed before. One foot two feet one foot two feet around and around and around the circle she twirled, pranced and leapt.... A feeling of elation, and of freedom. Freedom from the strictures and controls that she had placed on herself. Curse Serenity, the whore of the system. She was FREE to do as she pleased and as she wished. Around and around and around, one foot two feet one foot two feet, and on it went, her orange skirt flailing in the air, spinning like a demented halo. She started to laugh and scream and cry with joy as a golden light filled the cathedral, like chains made out of broken hearts, her body whipped and cut by the beams. Blood flew from the welts, and yet she did not stop, for once the dance had started, there was no way she was going to stop. Not now, not when she finally had it over that BITCH. The person she hated the most in the universe. "SERENITY!" She cried as the beams lacerated her face. "SERENITY! THIS TIME! THIS TIME, I WILL KILL YOU!" She giggled, her eyes being whipped from their sockets, her nails from her fingers, her hair from her scalp. And still she spun, faster and faster until her body was no longer visible, melding into dark red globules of concentrated hate. The globules started to fly around the cathedral, sparking with flame as they struck the chains of light, falling onto the pentagram and setting it alight. Exploding with rage, the flame produced a figure in the centre of the circle. She burned with rage as she lifted her fiery face into the air. "SE...RE...NI...TY........" The figure bellowed. "SE...RE...NI...TY......" Over and over and over again, she cackled and cried out the name of her most hated adversary. "The sacrifice is complete. I am ALIVE, Serenity.... You cannot escape my wrath, now! SIREN HIGH! THE SIREN IS HIIIIIIGH!" The flames exploded, then were snuffed out in an instant. At the same time, the chains on light evaporated, leaving the ebon figure huddled in the centre of the cathedral, soaking up the darkness around her. Lifting her face, she saw through eyes that were not familiar, as yet, but soon would be. The eyes that once belonged to Sailorvenus were now the windows to a darker soul. She got to her feet, finding her naked form cold and unappealing. In an instant, she was wrapped in black cloth, her clawed fingers pulling it tightly around her as she took several long, deep breaths. The air was stale, but it did not matter. The first breath, of any breath, was all that she cared for. To once more taste life in a human body, blessed with youth and vitality, even though it be an abomination of the original, was nectar to her spirit. Then there was light, from above, shining down upon the figure. It illuminated the red hair that had once been golden, and seemed to burn deeply into the pale, supple flesh that she had acquired. "What is this?" She barked as she shied away from the light. "Who disturbs me at this time?" There was no answer, merely waves of energy filling the darkened void. She held her arms over her eyes, feeling her body starting to melt. She allowed the dissolution of her being, seeping between the cobblestones, searching for some remnant of darkness as the light swallowed the cathedral with its brilliant radiance. "The sacrifice is not yet ready for you, Metallia..." Soft tones echoed through the newly spun void. "I shall not allow it. Not now, not ever." With what senses the liquid beast could muster, it stared upwards, towards what used to be the ceiling, and saw the face that it most despised. "SE...RE...NI...TY......" It burbled with disgusting clarity. "I... am not... yet... satisfied." The eyes that stared down upon it closed. One could almost divine tears falling across the figure's cheeks. It opened its eyes... and smiled. "I shall not allow you to disturb the sleep of the child, Aino Minako. Together, the both of us shall leave her, and return to her the dreams to which she is allowed." The figure waved a hand in front of her, and.... -------------------------------------------------------------------- _________ / @ \ DDFA (The Right Dishonourable Mark A Page) / / ^ ^ \ \ darkdayforanime@hotmail.com /\ Chief Propoganda Officer, Keeper of \/ \/ the Tapes and Co-Founder of the Saitou-chan \___________/ Appreciation Society - Adelaide Japanese /_/ \_\ PU Animation Society VERSION 1.0 - Saturday, 8th May 1999