From FFMLRefuge-return-370-57939305@listbot.com Tue Mar 20 03:56:38 2001 Received: from lbmail1.listbot.com (lbmail1.listbot.com [204.71.191.23]) by roc.host4u.net (8.8.5/8.8.5) with SMTP id DAA14281 for ; Tue, 20 Mar 2001 03:56:37 -0600 Received: (qmail 82033 invoked by uid 0); 20 Mar 2001 09:54:32 -0000 Mailing-List: ListBot mailing list contact FFMLRefuge-help@listbot.com Delivered-To: mailing list FFMLRefuge@listbot.com Received: (qmail 29764 invoked from network); 20 Mar 2001 10:03:34 -0000 Received: from imo-r19.mx.aol.com (152.163.225.73) by lb4.listbot.com with SMTP; 20 Mar 2001 10:03:34 -0000 Received: from Kyhdin@aol.com by imo-r19.mx.aol.com (mail_out_v29.5.) id j.39.123205e5 (9823) for ; Tue, 20 Mar 2001 04:56:42 -0500 (EST) From: Kyhdin@aol.com Message-ID: <39.123205e5.27e88359@aol.com> Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 04:56:41 EST Subject: [FFML-R] [Fanfic][SM/Guyver][Revision]Revenge To: FFMLRefuge@listbot.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: AOL 5.0 for Mac sub 28 Status: RO Content-Length: 22218 Lines: 572 The FFML Refugee List --------------------------- ListBot Sponsor -------------------------- Start Your Own FREE Email List at http://www.listbot.com/links/joinlb ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a little something inspired by a spamfic written by Mark Doherty and I made my FFML debut with it when it was titled Molly's Secret. So I'm sitting here and remembered that I hadn't worked on this in a while, so I opened it up and started tinkering with it chapter by chapter. Here's chapter 1. C&C welcomed and requested. -Komodo Prospective Juror: I have a BS in psychology. Judge: And what did you do with that degree? Prospective Juror: Nothing. *************** They came, just like they always did. Five females in costumes with energy powers. Like always, there was horrific battle, the enemy destroyed and the costumed women left, leaving the Police to clean things up and explain things to the media. Molly Okasa, age nineteen, was sick of it. She sat on the rock next to the lake in Central Park, her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms keeping them there. Glumly, she watched as the officers stood there, scratching their heads in confusion. Eventually, it would be blamed on mass hysteria, gas, or bad food, the claims of monsters and women in sailor suits with superhuman powers dismissed as illusions. Hallucinations. Just like last time. And the time before that. And the time before that. You idiots! She wanted to scream. Don't you think that there might be some grain of truth? Don't you think that so many mass fainting spells combined with monster stories might be more then just a coincidence?! They wouldn't listen, why would they? She was just a Gaijn, a foreigner, and not even an important one. Just the daughter of a jeweler. Molly felt her hands curl into fists as the hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted so desperately to fight back, even to the point of taking up Martial Arts. That had been no good. The tears flowed faster as she unwillingly remembered how the youma had simply laughed and then drained her of energy. Just like all the other times before. The tears became a flood, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Why? Why did they always seem to come to her? She raised her eyes up and looked at the lake. So cool. So inviting. All it would take would be one little movement, the shock of hitting the water would stun her, the weight of her wet clothes would drag her under, the cold would numb her. They wouldn't find her body till tomorrow, or even the day after. No more pain, no more youma. No more- She looked up at the sound of shoe soles on rock. "Hey, Moll," said the shoes' owner, a pretty blond haired coed with her hair in a most peculiar style. "Hey, Serena," Molly said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion as she resumed staring at the lake. "What's wrong?" "I'm sick of it." "It?" "The youma. The endless fighting," Molly waved a hand at the controlled chaos at the other side of the lake. "The way they go on like sheep because they don't want to think of what might really be going on." She sighed. "I'm sick of being attacked, I'm sick of worrying about my friends, I'm sick of answering questions from the police." She exhaled loudly, her breath forming into steam as it hit the night air. "I'm just sick of it." "You think we aren't?" Serena asked. "Not a day goes by that I wake up and wonder if today's the day when I'll be required to give my life up to keep the Earth safe. The others are the same way. We're sick of it too. But we do it because its got to be done." Molly let out a chuckle. "What's so funny?" Serena demanded. "Just thinking that six years ago you never would have said something like that." Serena smiled. "No, I suppose I wouldn't have," Serena admitted. "I guess I've done some growing up." "Everyone has," Molly said as she looked at Serena, her question clear on her face. "No," Serena said. "Are you sure?" "Positive," Serena said. "We even asked Pluto. I'm sorry, Molly, there is no Sailor Sun, Earth, Nemisis, Asteroid, Comet, Cosmic, Red, or anything like that. None of us had a sister back during the Silver Millennium. Nothing." "So that's it then. I'm doomed to a life of being youma chow," Serena said nothing. There was nothing she could say. "Hey," she said at last. "How about some hot fudge sundaes at Tomoe's? My treat." "Sure," Molly said as she stood up. "Why not?" #--# Late afternoon, The Lake in Central Park, Two Weeks Later. . . Molly sighed as Melvin continued to babble about the latest project in his biotechnology class. Gradually, he realized she wasn't even listening and trailed off. "Hey, Molly? Something wrong?" "I'm just sick of it all. Life, school, Youma." "Youma? Molly, have you been getting enough sleep?" Molly then remembered that Melvin had never been told and that therefore the mysterious "Central Control" hadn't released him from what Mina had, for God knew what reasons, dubbed "The Matrix", which was a field projected across the world that kept people from being too interested in what was going on in Tokyo. The thought that there was an entity out there capable of that kind of feat made Molly shudder and she tried very hard not to think about it. "Yeah, Melvin," she said, forcing some humor into her voice as she screwed her face up into a somewhat rictus grin. "Youma. And they work for these aliens that want to steal all the life energy on earth." She waggled her fingers at him and made moaning noises. "You read to much Manga," Melvin said. Molly hmphed and turned, walking away. She hadn't gone more then a few feet when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind and she heard Melvin's voice in her ear. "Bah, I'm a Youma, give me your life energy," He made slobbering noises. "Oooh Help!" Molly said, laughing, unable to help herself. "A big mean scary youma! Oh help!" Squirming, she broke free of his grip and started running, Melvin in hot pursuit. Laughing, she led him across the park and into the woods surrounding it, where he finally managed to bring her down in an isolated part, known affectionately as "Love Alley." Still laughing, Molly squirmed until she was lying on her back underneath him. "Oh, Mister Youma," She said, making herself sound like one of the brainless female leads in a movie. "Now that you have me what will you do with me?" "I'll think of something," Melvin replied. "Just," she said breathlessly, "just keep it short." Then she fluttered her eyelashes at him "Short?" He smiled his best evil smile. "Never," He promised as he kissed her. "Good." Molly said, returning the kiss as she pulled him down, her body arching up into his. "Mmmmm" #--# The Sun was setting by the time they emerged from the woods, hand in hand. Both were faintly flushed and several people gave them knowing grins. They walked until they reached the rock by the lake and there they stood, watching the sun slip beneath the horizon. "Melvin? Have I told you that I love you lately?" "Hmmm, I believe the most recent thing you said to me involved some loud moaning," Melvin said, his tone of voice mockingly serious. "Well," she said, leaning against the rock as Melvin came closer. "I love you." "Say it again," Melvin said, leaning against her. "I love you," Molly whispered. "I love you too," Melvin whispered back and they kissed again. Things were just getting interesting when Melvin pulled away and put his hand in his pocket. "I got something to show you," He began when they heard shouting. There was a flash of color and some sounds that sounded like an animal growling. "Oak Evolution!" Someone cried. There was a blinding flash and Molly suddenly found herself hurtling through the air. She saw the water coming up fast, there was a jolt of pain and everything went black. She drifted in the blackness. A voice was talking to her and Melvin. Melvin insisting that the voice save her. There was a roaring noise and she felt something envelop her. #--# Her head was breaking the surface. Coughing, she tried to keep afloat even as she took her bearings. It was definitely nighttime. She was somewhere in the middle of the lake and she could see bright lights of what looked like a work crew at the lake's edge. Grateful for her choice of clothes, she kicked her sandals off and struggled out of her jacket, letting it all sink to the lake bottom before she struck out for shore. Looked like it was time to find out if all that time she put into swimming back in the Brownies would pay off. #--# She was nearly to shore before somebody spotted her. Shouts soon went up and she was helped to shore. "What happened to you?" A Paramedic asked as he put a blanket around her shoulders. "Did you get caught in the Tornado?" Molly took the cup of hot chocolate and had some in her mouth before his question registered and she spat the liquid out "T-Tornado?" She asked, wiping her mouth. "Yeah. Weirdest thing anyone ever saw. Freak Tornado ripped through the park tearing up everything. Conspiracy nuts are blaming the Americans." "Y-yeah. Those crazy Americans." Molly took another drink of hot chocolate to buy time to get her emotions in order. When she looked up again, she saw Serena, Amy Raye, Lita and Mina standing nearby. Mina had a bag slung over her shoulder and she could see Luna and Artimes peering out. Setting the Hot Chocolate aside, Molly wrapped the blanket tighter around herself and walked over to them. "Hey, guys," Molly said, smiling brightly until she noticed that none of them were smiling back. "What's wrong?" Nobody said anything for a long moment, then Serena indicated something with a jerk of her head. "I'm sorry," she half whispered. "Sorry for what?" Molly asked, turning to see. All she saw was Paramedics loading a body into an ambulance. Then the stretcher hit a bump and an arm fell out from beneath the sheet. On the wrist was a distinctly familiar wristwatch. A watch she had given to someone very special on his eighteenth birthday. "NOOOOOO!" Molly cried, half running and stumbling towards the ambulance. Shoving the startled men aside, she tore the sheet aside and stared at Melvin's face. He was bloated and blue, his face covered with cuts and bruises. "No," She whispered, clutching his hand and holding it to her face. The tears flowed down her cheeks and his arm. "Um, Miss? Ma'am?" Molly didn't hear the paramedic. She didn't hear anything except Melvin's voice telling her that he loved her. She didn't feel anything except his hands moving over her body, or see anything but his eyes, locked with hers. The only thing she tasted was his lips on hers. But she did feel it when the Paramedics pulled her away so they could load Melvin into the ambulance. "No! Wait!" She cried, reaching out for him. "Don't take him from me!" Then Serena was there. "They took him, Serena!" Molly wailed, sinking to her knees, "they took him!" Serena held the trembling girl as she looked up at her friends. #--# One week later, A cemetery in Tokyo. "And so, we commend the body of Melvin Umino to the earth. Let us pray." Molly bowed her head, but did not pray. Instead, her eyes were staring at the diamond ring in her hand, which her mother had given to her. "He bought this from the store only a few days before. . ." She gave her daughter a wan smile. "I think he'd want you to hold on to it." "I would have said yes." She whispered under her breath. #--# 6 months later. . . "Molly!" Serena cried, running up to her. You look terrific!" Molly gave her best friend a smile and twirled. She wore a light blue silk thin dress, cut low, the ring Melvin gave her now on a twenty four karat gold chain that she wore around her neck. "I'll second that," said the tall, dark haired man who came up behind Serena. "Its a shame I'm already taken," he teased just before Serena's elbow dug into his ribs. "Ow. Take it easy, Meatball Head," He protested, rubbing his side. "You'll pay for that later." Serena said, her tone of voice promising that the payment demanded could be interesting if he played his cards right. "Yes, Ma'am," he said, tossing off a mock salute. "How about I get you ladies some punch?" "Thank you," Molly said and resumed staring out the window at the Garden. The girls were at an inter-school mixer held at the beautiful Asasho Gardens mansion, formal wear required. "Still miss Melvin?" Serena asked. "Yeah," Molly said. "Every day it become easier to deal with but I still feel like I'm betraying him every I so much as look at another guy." "Aw come on, Moll," Serena said, grabbing the redhead's arm and leading her towards the crowd of people. "You know Melvin would want you to find someone to be happy with." Molly let herself be led, mainly because deep down, she knew she was right. It was at that point that Destiny made a roll of the Cosmic Dice. Snake Eyes. The roof over the band collapsed as the youma burst in. It was a snake headed beast, with a sword in each hand. "Ethka." It hissed as the sword blades began to glow, drawing in energy. Molly, concealed behind the safety of a plant, curled herself up in a fetal position. She could hear the Senshi getting their butts handed to them. Closing her eyes, she prayed silently, trying to ignore the pounding sound in her ears. Opening her eyes, she saw Sailor Moon hit the wall and fall, not moving. The pounding in her ears became a roar that drowned out everything else. 'Now.' Whispered a voice in her mind. #--# Jupiter, Venus, Mars, and Mercury were in trouble and they knew it, Tuxedo Mask and Sailor Moon were both down for the count. Venus had the Moon Crescent Wand, and not a hope in hell of being able to use it. "This is it, guys," Mars said. "Last call." "We can't give up," Venus said. "All we need is a plan." "All we need is a miracle," Jupiter retorted. Destiny Made another roll. Two Sixes. The youma raised its swords high, intent on fulfilling prime directive number one: Terminate the Senshi. "And Lo," An electronically filtered voice said. "There shall come a warrior, clad in living armor, and all that the warrior faces, shall fall." As one, the Senshi turned. Standing in the doorway was a figure, the body shape suggested a female. She was clad in what looked like living armor. That is, the armor seemed to resemble the hard carapace of a beetle or perhaps plates of bone. "And you are?" The Senshi looked at the Youma, surprised. It was the first time a youma had ever talked in its true form. "Just a concerned citizen," the figure said said, looking at the ball of energy that was forming in her hand as though she had never seen it before. "Warrior will do." Almost casually as her arm snapped forward, hurtling the energy ball across the ballroom to smack the youma on the chest. "Leave. Now," Warrior said as she started forward at a steady walk. "And if I don't?" "Then your day is going to be worse then mine." At that, she broke into a run, leaping into the air, twisting as she jumped, and landing on the youma's shoulders, driving the blades into its brain. The youma howled, jerking back, swinging the deadly blades in an attempt to find its opponent, but Warrior was already moving, leaping off of the youma's shoulders to land behind it. Spinning on the balls of her feet, she slashed at its back, cutting a strip across its spine. The Youma howled again as it spun, bringing both swords down. But Warrior had backflipped out of harm's way, landing in a spider like crouch. "Not bad," the youma said, breathing heavily, as the wounds sealed themselves. Warrior said nothing, instead rising and taking a fighting stance as the youma did likewise. For a long moment, they faced each other, each one sizing up their opponent. Then, seemingly as one, they moved. Their arms were a blur, a whirlwind of flashing blades. There was no room for mistakes. No room for even the tiniest error. Even Jupiter's trained eye had trouble following the battle. But it did pick out one thing. Warrior, intentionally or not, was buying them time. As one, they raced back to where Sailor Moon groggily lay. "Sailor Moon!" Mars cried, falling to her knees as Mercury grabbed the prone girl's other wrist, and began counting under her breath even as she was looking over Sailor Moon's face. "Pulse is good, everything looks normal, how are you feeling?" "What happened?" She asked, sitting up slowly. "New kind of Youma," Jupiter said curtly. "Where is it?" "It found a new playmate," Venus quipped. "Rather energetic one too." "Who is that?" Sailor Moon demanded, catching sight of the armored figure who had the youma's attention. "Dunno, as she put it, and I quote; 'Warrior will do,'" Jupiter said, helping Sailor Moon to her feet. At that point, the youma made an ever so slight error. Swinging its swords, the youma lunged with one, the other one held up to block. But it had overextended its reach just a little to much. Warrior feinted, batted the blocked sword aside, chopped off the outstretched arm then ran her blade right into where the Youma's heart roughly was. The Youma howled, glowing brighter and brighter, before crumbling into dust. Sitting on the dust was a brightly colored jewel with a black upside down crescent moon. As they watched, the color faded. Warrior picked up the jewel and looked at it for a moment, then her fingers closed tightly around the jewel, triggering a distinctive crunching sound. When she opened her hand, there was only dust. "Warrior?" Sailor Moon called. The helmeted head turned to look at them. "I'd like to thank you for your help." "Unessacary. They all have to die." "Yes. Well. . ." Sailor Moon said, obviously taken back by Warrior's bluntness. "Stay out of my way," Warrior snapped and then leapt into the rafters, from there, out the hole in the roof. Running to the window, the Senshi saw Warrior leap over the wall, clearing it by a good ten feet. "Damn," Jupiter breathed out as the distant sounds of sirens reached their ears. "Lets get out of here," Venus said. #--# The Next Morning Though she no longer lived at home, Molly did have a decent loft apartment near her mother's Jewelry store. The building was owned by a family friend and Molly got to live there virtually rent free. She lay on her stomach, bare back to the ceiling trying to process what the ringing sound in her ears was. At that point, the ringing stopped and Molly heard her own voice. "Hi, this is Molly's phone. Leave a message at the beep." "Molly? Its Serena. Again. There's a meeting at Raye's temple today. We could use some input. Molly, if you're there please pick up." Molly's flailing hand finally managed to find the button for the speakerphone. "Serena?" She asked, her mouth dry and feeling like it was full of cotton. "Molly?! Thank God! AreyouokayWecouldn'tfindyouafterthepartyI've calledlikefifteentimesalready!" "Party?" Molly asked. Then she remembered, along with the weird vision. "Oh yeah. I hid in the plants." "Oh. Okay! Well the meetings at five today. I'll see you then!" Molly hit the off button and rolled over in bed, her eyes falling on the clock on her wall. "Three in the afternoon?" She groaned as she sat up. "I hate Youma." #--# The Dark Kingdom. . . The man who walked through the hallways was not happy. He was tall, athletic man, with bright red hair, and cruel eyes. He wore a vest, green pants, and boots. He bowed respectively to the man and woman sitting on the thrones as he entered the throne room through the double doors. The woman was all woman, tall, lush, with ripe curves and thick red hair. But there was nothing human about her eyes. All that had been stolen away millennia ago. The man lounged in his chair, a wine glass in his hand, laconic expression on his face. But his eyes were bright and alert behind half closed lids. "Well?" The woman demanded. "The youma/droid hybrid worked well," The man reported. "It collected more then enough energy to create another of its kind." "Then where is it?" Demanded a third voice. It was a woman's voice and the man in the vest raised his eyes to the crystal behind and above the thrones. "There was unexpected interference." "You let the Senshi interfere again Rubius?" Demanded the red-haired woman. "No," Rubius gestured and an image of the female in the strange armor battling the hybrid appeared. "She calls herself Warrior." "A Guyver Unit!" Hissed the man on the throne, suddenly sitting up straight, the wine glass clattering forgotten to the floor. "Guyver Unit?" Asked the voice from the crystal. "A symbiotic weapon created by a long dead alien race. Very powerful and adaptable." "Interesting. If we could get our hands on such a device," said the red-haired woman, "it could prove most useful." "Then you shall have it, Beryl," said the man. "Rubius. Do whatever it takes to get that Guyver Unit!" "Yes, Prince Diamant," Rubius replied. #--# Yawning, a cup's worth of coffee in her stomach, Molly stepped into the shower. The dream she had still haunted her, it seemed so real. "Must have been the caviar." She said to herself as she began to soap up. 'Not exactly,' said a dry voice in her mind. "Who?" Molly gasped, throwing open the shower door as she dropped into a fighting stance, her eyes darting around the loft. 'I don't have a name, at least not one that would translate well into your language,' said the voice. 'Suffice it to say I am you.' "What? You're some alternate personality? I've gone skitzo?" Not exactly. Why don't you make us some breakfast and we'll see if I can't explain it better. "You'd better." Molly growled as she put on her robe and headed for the kitchenette even as the rediculousness of what she had just done hit her. Great. I'm threatening a voice in my head. I must've flipped. ______________________________________________________________________ To unsubscribe, write to FFMLRefuge-unsubscribe@listbot.com