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Unwelcomed Return - Chapter 2
By: Destiny
Rated: PG13
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Makoto~

I could hear the sharp sounding noises coming from the swords my
princess and our enemy crashed together. It'd never come down to
this for Usagi, a battle without her crystal. It made me wonder...
where was it? She could blow this creep away in no time if she would
just pull it out. So why wouldn't she?

She was being so brave. I feel awful now, uselessly laying here on my
side. I know full well the gash across my midsection is not getting any
better. But I am a warrior, damnit! I should be up here, fighting along
side Usagi. I wonder morbidly to myself if the others are dead. All I
can see is the purple light around our enemy, and the sparks that flew
when The Dark Knight and Usagi's swords would crash into eachother.

I could feel Usagi growing weaker, tired. But so was our enemy. Someone
I remembered all too well. Someone I hoped to see die this time.

~*~

After the first battle, it seemed not one of us could manage to pull off a
smile. Though, it wasn't just us. The entire city had grown very grim.
Althought I knew I was sad, and very disappointed that I allowed so
many to be killed - I was angry. Anger was all I could feel.

No, I take that back. Anger, and pity. Pity for that 'Dark Knight' jerk off
when I finally got my hands on him! Like all those he executed, I silently
vowed to myself I would play a major part in his demise. He did not deserve
life.

We all sat quietly around Mamoru's television, watching, horrified for the
second time that day, as the scene replayed itself on the screen. One thing
I had to give us, was that we were definitely doing all we could. When had
that never not been enough? I sat up straight with some pride as I watched
my attack slam through one of the three enemies. But slumped again,
watching as he took two children down with him. Where is this murderous
motivation coming from? Why did they want to kill our race so badly?

Were they human? No. Most certainly not. You could tell that alone with
the thickness of both their skulls, and their blood. So exactly what were
they? At this point, who cares, I want them dead and gone. Out of my
world and banished to hell. No one had ever had to die before, we could
always fix things. And now, even by watching the TV news anchor speak
over the shakey camera work, I could tell they were doubting us.

Perhaps this is what started making it so hard to face the world. If they
believed we had failed, they had another thing coming. I felt myself growing
angrier by the second, watching and listening to everything this news
program had to say.

"The body count equalled a tragic 57. Why couldn't the Sailor Senshi stop
this evil? As you could see in our tape - these monsters seemed more than
motivated to keep on pushing. We pray the senshi stick around, and work
on their tactics. Meanwhile the police force is pulling together and calling
out for military assistance. More on this from Lieutenant Michael 
Chambers..."

I stood up angrily, pointing at the tv as I spat my words, "Can you believe
this garbage?!" I shouted, uncaring at the looks I recieved from Luna and
Mamoru. "That is complete bullshit, we were working our butts off out
there! If we could barely stand against them, what makes them think their
guns and weapons will?"

After that, we all had a very long discussion. Tactical means, strategy. So
next time, we'd prepared, and we would have the upper hand.

~~~

Or so we thought. It seems the bad side had been strategizing as well.
They seemed to really love interrupting activities in which several people
would be in attendance. But nothing as sick as what they did next, catching
all of us off guard once again.

~~~

It was the following Friday, just 7 short days after the bloodshed
occurance, and we were attending a very large funeral service, held for
all of the victims of that fateful afternoon in the park.

The turnout wasn't as large as I'd expected. Many people didn't leave their
houses much anymore, in fear of there being another incident (as the news
seemed to called it). I was slightly annoyed today, the cowards refusing to
pay respect to those who could no longer live. But I understood as well.
And deep down, I didn't blame them for staying home.

Over 300 people had gathered, all carrying white roses, and some with
candles. And I turned my head down to my shoes, so no one could see
me cry. As the final music played, and people stepped up in a line to the
coffins in their row to place their roses on top and pay their last 
respects,
the unthinkable happened. The Dark Knight appeared, of all places, on
top of one of the coffins. Laughing loudly as he came.

Five others appeared this time, and it made my blood boil. At a funeral,
for Christs sake! Not that I ever expected these bastards to have any 
morals,
I didn't, but I honestly didn't expect them to attack at a funeral. I 
couldn't
even begin to imagine what kind of person would lie behind the mask of
their vicious ruler. But I wanted him dead.

People were already running madly to their cars. The Dark Knight taking
not even a moment to begin a second assault. I ran behind a tree and
transformed, knowing the others were doing the same. I had no other
thoughts in my mind than to make these jerks hurt. And so I went, screaming
onto the battle field, taking no second thoughts about attacking first at 
the
Dark Knight. My irrational decision to just jump in there and make a go cost
me a nice painful slice across the arm. But I paid no heed to that then, 
wildly
I let lightning stream out from my fingers, knocking the Dark Knight off the
coffin, and onto his back on the grass. I didn't hesitate to follow after 
him,
around the coffin. But when I reached the other side, he was already gone. I
cursed as I lifted myself off the ground and spun to check the scene.

I nearly fell over at the site of so many bodies so soon. How had they done
it? I could they were busy with the other senshi, so how on earth could they
have gotten so many, so soon? I clentched my jaw angrily as my eyes fell
upon one of the five masked villians. He held a small girl in the air above
him, his sword placed against her stomach, ready to push it through. I
screamed angrily, the sky rumbled with my call. I could feel heat building
up inside me, as he turned to look my way.

I ran. I ran fast, and I ran hard, he would not kill again. I would kill him 
first.

I suppose he didn't see it the same way, he simply turned his head back to
the screaming child and tore his blade through her skin. I felt my legs go
numb as I watched. Her eyes were focused on me, right before they blinked
shut and her body went limp. The rage burning in my soul now was more
than even I could handle. I jumbled my hands together angrily and forced
them outwards toward my enemy, the heartless bastard who'd just killed an
innocent child.

Electricity raced from my fingers in one giant bolt. He screamed as it 
pierced
through his midsection, putting a hole the size of a bowling ball through 
his
chest. He didn't have a chance to go on before he slumped to the ground 
dead.
But I didn't think about him, I spun around, looking for my team mates.

I could see Usagi and Mamoru standing over the body of another fallen 
villian,
her breathing was hard. Though, not from what I guessed was exhaustion. She
looked heart broken, I couldn't stand to watch as she crumpled to the ground
sobbing. So I looked away, Rei stood over another one angrily glaring down 
at
it's crisped body, Minako seemed to be finishing up an attack to another, 
and
Ami stood over the  still body of the last one. But none held the look of 
victory,
and I knew full well I didn't either.

This was no victory over the enemy. This was a failure.

We needed help, and lots of it.

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Haruka~

My body is numb. How had our enemy gained so much power over the years?
We had never even met this one before we came into the pictures, only heard
stories from the others. So why wasn't the person behind the mask of The 
Dark
Knight dead, as they had believed? How could they have defeated such a 
strong
enemy beforehand, when now it's utterly impossible?

It makes no logical sense to me, naturally, how someone from their past 
before
we Outers had come into the picture, could beat us so badly here today. Yes. 
I
am naming defeat. I know we lay scattered across the floor, and my heart 
still
cries for Michiru, laying somewhere far from me. What I would give to just 
hold
her hand in our last few moments now. Could I move my hand to even
grasp her own? I don't know... for the first time in my life I've lost any 
and all
confidence in our victory. The Senshi have failed, and once again, we rely
entirely on the power and courage of our Princess.

I've always liked to think of myself as a strong, confident person. Someone
brave, courageous - but I am none of these things. Not really. As I veiw the
sword battle between my Princess and The Dark Knight, I wonder how she can
go on. How can she still fight, without her crystal, without our love and
protection? Don't get me wrong, I realize she's very strong, inside and out. 
But
she must be so tired.

No, I'm not brave. She is everything I want to be in a warrior. We have 
fallen,
and for her love for us, and the world, she still stands. Fighting until her 
last
breath.

I only wish I could be as brave as Usagi.

~~~~~

The call from Ami didn't come as a very big surprise to myself, Michiru, and
Hotaru. We'd been watching plenty of TV, and knew of the occurances. In 
fact,
after the second bloody battle, we were already packing our bags, ready to
head back to Tokyo. Something wasn't right about these attacks.

Of course, it wouldn't be very me to miss out on a battle like this. These
monsters were scum. Murderers, and I knew they had no place in our happy
world. Surely with our help, the Senshi would be victorious, and we could 
put
those bastards where they belonged. Underground, something beyond dead.
They didn't even deserve to rest in peace.

I watched as Michiru nodded gravely into the phone. She was still looking at
me, and our presence was definitely needed. The current onslaught hadn't
phased me any other way than pissing me off. But Michiru... she is much 
kinder
than I, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and it almost made me feel 
guilty for
never even really thinking about the deceased.

As she hung up the phone, she nodded to me, I knew what it meant, and
continued packing our bags as she moved to the living room, where Hotaru
waited expectantly.

"Is it time for us to go help now?" She asked in a soft voice only Hotaru 
could
master.

Michiru nodded, "Haruka is finishing up the packing, you should get together
anything extra you want to bring. We don't know yet if Chibi-Usa will be
joining us, but you can never be certain."

Hotaru nodded, then stood, walking calmly to the bedroom to gather a few
extra things.

~@~

The plane ride was far too long in my opinion. It's hard sitting still for 
hours
when you know what you have to do when you arrive at your destination.
Know what awaits you there.

I remember, how hard it was to get used to the feeling of going into battle, 
and
knowing it. At the time when the Silence was nearly upon us, I had that 
feeling
almost every second. And I have the same now.

Sacrifices. It's almost like some sick twist of fate, that we should have to 
accept
sacrifices, this time in masses not by our own hands, but by the enemy's. 
And
from what Michiru told me of she and Ami's conversation - there was no
stopping it. No way that they have found yet, in any case. Though, I had
gathered that much just from watching the horrific scenes the news teams
broadcasted on a daily basis. This was big news.

As we landed at the airport and walked off the plane, I felt a gasp catch in 
my
throat. There were so may people there... it seemed just a flood of people. 
Yes, I
realize that it's an airport and they're always full and busy, but this was
ridiculous. I held tightly onto Michiru and Hotaru's hands as we pushed our
way through the crowds with our carry on bags. It seemed everyone was trying
to catch last minute flights out of Tokyo. I suppose I couldn't blame them.

They reminded me of wild cattle, the way fear spread across their faces as 
the
dark clothed man appeared floating above the crowded terminal. My eyes
narrowed as he laughed mockingly at their fear.

It's always been one thing to hear about occurances like these, and a whole
nother to experience them. This was far different, yet completely the same, 
as
every battle we've ever fought. As just as the enemies were the same, my 
want
for them to perish was the same as well. And forever pulsing in the back of 
my
mind.

We quickly ducked behind a corner as three others appeared, somewhat
smaller than the first. Obviously his murderous minions, very simular to the
ones we saw on tv. It seems they were more manufactured than anything else,
for they all looked very alike. Tall, lanky, black cloaked figures with 
large
swoards strapped to their sides. But the black eyes were the largest give 
away
to their dark souls.

I could hear Sailor Moon shouting something, even over the peoples screams
and moans. I could hear the senshi arriving as well. So I wasted no more 
time.
Nodding quickly to Hotaru and Michiru, I transformed. Ready for battle, and
secretly preparing myself for the blood that was sure to spill.

~

And did it ever spill. Even all the news shows we watched trying to follow
what was happening here couldn't have prepared us for this. As I stared, out 
of
breath from battle, at the bodies that littered the ground, I stood up 
straight,
putting my sword away angrily. Though Makoto had told me in a shakey voice
this was moreso a victory compared to the other battles because very few 
were
killed this time, I was still not satisfied.

I've always expressed frustration, and sadness through anger. And now is no
different. Picking up one of the enemies dead bodies I ripped off his mask. 
The
black eyes that once bore through the two slits in the mask were wide on 
it's
dead face now. Staring into the gray wrinkled skin of this being and moved
close to it's face angry tears seeping into it's cheeks.

"Your entire world will pay for what you've done here. Be sure of it." I 
spat,
picking up the body, and flung it hard, causing it to crash through a nearby
window. Gasps were heard from all around me, and I turned to look at the
stunned faces on the senshi's faces.

"This can not continue, we need to work on our strategy even more. And I 
think
now would be a good time to call Sets and Chibi-Usa into the scene."

I could tell by the looks on their faces they agreed, and also that this was 
killing
each and every one of them inside.
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I hope you enjoyed it... that's Chapter 2.

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destiny