UsAgI iS dEaD uSaGi Is DeAd HiP hIp HiP hOoRaY
by DARK DAY FOR
ANIME

Diclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by Takeuchi Naoko and Bandai,
so
these characters really belong to them.  I'm just abusing them in
a
manner most would describe as nothing short of scandalous.  I hope
nobody
sues me for it.  I'm a great deal poorer than they shall ever be.

Part
Four
The Bells of Erebus



	The young girl with the dark hair and the
Silence Glaive sat
atop the small building, looking down upon the garden
courtyard,
not thinking.  Her mind was blank, empty, devoid of all
neurological
processes.  Yet she was not dead.  There was no reason to
think,
here.  And that was because she didn't know where here was.
Nor
could she vaguely remember who she was.  Or what she was.  Or even
what
the honorific "she" meant.  Devoid of a thought base, the girl
sank into a
state of intellectual torpor.  And she stayed there.

For years.

Not
aging.

Not thinking.

Not anything.

And then there was an explosion.  One
that ripped a goodly portion
of the city away.  This city of eternally
linked buildings.  For the
first time in a very long time, she moved.  Her
mind began to work.
Slowly, at first, then with increasing haste as the
explosions
spread through the honeycomb of bricks and mortar.  She stood
and
watched as missile-like projectiles struck the city from above.
Slowly
and surely, she lifted her head to the sky and watched as
a silent
black-metal dirigible floated overhead, dropping small
needle-shaped bombs
from angled holes in its base.

	One flew in her direction.  Straight at
her.  She decided,
then and there, that it was time to run.

	She leapt off
the building, over the rooves of several others
and felt herself being
pushed forward by the shockwave of the blast.
The heat it gave off was
incredible.  She almost envisioned her
fuku and flesh being seared from her
back.  But she knew better than
to believe just anything.  Even if she
didn't want to, she ended up
believing in this city, and here it trapped
her.

	"Help me...."  A soft whisper that came from nowhere struck
her ears
as she flew over a small stadium.  One whip of the glaive
on the metal rim
of the stands was enough to propel her clean across
the gap.  She landed on
the other side and momentarily looked back.

	Whatever it was that had been
floating in the sky had decided
to take pursuit.  It was travelling twice
as fast as before, and its
missiles were being shot out with equivalent
ferocity.  Large
portions of the city were disappearing within fireballs of
totally
breathtaking magnitude.  The flames that shot out of them were
the
most beautiful iridescent shades of the spectrum.  For a moment,
she
was dazzled.

	"Help me...."  The voice again.  She stared around.
There
didn't seem to be a specific direction from which the
voice
originated.
	"Yes, I shall help you.  But how?"
	"Destroy it."

"Destroy what?"
	"Destroy it."

	She looked up into the sky.  The dirigible
was getting
painfully close now.  It had stopped firing madly as it saw
her
pause and decided to take a better aim.  She held up her
glaive,
pointing at the object.

	"Destroy that?"
	"Destroy it."
	That was
more than enough information.  She sneered at the
object.  "Indeed.  I must
destroy it.  I live to destroy."  She
began to chant.  Words this body had
never before uttered, yet were
strangely familiar.  The glaive began to
ring, producing a noise
not unlike a manic jet engine.  The dirigible fired
a missile, with
deadly direct accuracy.  There was a blast of fluorescent
green that
levelled close to twenty buildings around where the girl stood.
And
yet, when the blast cleared, still she stood, still chanting, an
almost
insanely happy gleam in her eye.

	"DARKNESS AXIOM!"  She shouted.  Her
voice echoed across the
city with a force that shattered windows for
billions of light
years.  No problem for the city.  As soon as the windows
were
smashed they were replaced.  An entire building, however was
another
matter.

	Her glaive sliced in the direction of the dirigible, and it
split
in half.  Billions of litres of black ooze poured from the
two halves as
they collapsed to the ground, much of it falling over
the girl.  She opened
her mouth and drank freely the liquid black.
The taste was unbelievably
sweet, and she felt the desire to hunt
more of its kind to relive this
sensation.  As the two halves came
crashing down either side of her, the
liquid that had stained
itself on her body fizzled and dissipated, leaving
her as clean as
before.

	"More...."  She said through gritted teeth.  "I
want to kill
more."
	"Left, in a day."  the voice echoed.  She turned to
her left
and stared out into the distance.  Nothing but buildings there,
the
same as before.  In a day, however.  Were there even days here.
It
meant twentyfour hours of her time.  Travel straight in that
direction
for twentyfour hours without stopping and she'd find what
she most
desired.

	She began with haste, licking her lips in anticipation.


	She
stared out of unfamiliar eyes with unfamiliar thoughts 
running through her
mind.  Secret messages calling to the mind of 
the woman who stepped
through the rear door of the large building, 
marching the reluctant young
girl she thought she recognised from 
somewhere into the bare corridors.


Usagi tried, more than once, to link with her.

	All attempts failed.  But
the reverse was another story.


	There is no place in a hospital that can
be said to be quieter 
than the morgue.  Quiet as death, so to speak.

	It
had been rather busy in the preceding hours, after 
receiving up to 15
bodies the previous day, each requiring a 
certification of the manner of
their deaths.  In the case of one
particular blond-haired girl, it wasn't
all that difficult.  What 
with the vast majority of her mid-section
unavailable for scrutiny.

	She was still laid out in the "cold room",
where bodies were
kept reasonably fresh, much like walk-through coldstores.
 At least,
the orderlies did their best to position the top bits with the
legs
in a manner that looked reasonably like this was how they sat when
the
girl was alive.  They did this when the parents had to identify
her.  They
really didn't know what else to do afterwards.  The
coronial investigation
seemed to be stalled for some reason.  Nobody
was sure why, but there was a
feeling that, due to the nature of the
death, and the fact that no evidence
was found at the "murder" site
to support anything other than spontaneous
combustion, the higher
ups weren't in a hurry to bring about a result.
Nobody expected
there to be one.

	What nobody at the hospital realised, as
yet, was that a
result was already in the offing.  Twice, even.

	The
orderly was sitting some distance from the door to the
cold-room, leaning
back in his chair, trying to read a report sheet
at the makeshift desk.
His predecessor had stuck the desk there, as
there was no actual office for
those who operated the morgue.  It
was quieter here, anyway.  Nobody
visited the morgue unless they had 
to, and half of those were pretty quiet
to begin with.

	It was because the quiet had suddenly been broken that he
fell
out of his chair, banging his head on the floor rather painfully.
He
got to his feet, rubbing the back of his head and staring into
the
cold-room.  What the hell was that, anyway?  It sounded like
metal
tinkling.  Almost musical....

	He stepped forward and stared
disbelievingly through the
thick clear plastic curtain streamers that fell
from the top of the
doorway.  Inside, by the body of the girl, stood a
woman with long
dark-green hair, dressed in what appeared to be a somewhat
ornate
sailorfuku, holding a priest's staff in one hand.  The other
hand
touched the girl's face.  There was an extremely sad expression on
the
face of the woman.

	The woman noticed his presence and looked up, her
expression
changing to that of a smile.  "Hello."  She said.
	"Uh, hi."  He
said back.  The woman waved her free hand in his
direction.
	"Sleep and
forget."  He did, as he fell to the floor, out to
the world.  Setsuna
inwardly shrugged.  There were some benefits to
her powers, even if they
only ever seemed to bring her grief.  She
turned back to Usagi's body.  The
girl's face was caught in the same
expression of shocked surprise that it
had upon death.  Setsuna
shivered...  Even the eyes were still open,
staring up at her,
almost accusingly.  It was you who killed me, they said,
what are
you going to do about it?  Are you here to apologise?  Its too
late
for that, now.
	No, Setsuna thought.  Its never too late.  She clanged
her
staff onto the floor, closed her eyes and waved her free hand
over
Usagi's face.  For a few moments, nothing seemed to be happening.
Then
Usagi's pale death pallour brightened, her body convulsed, and
she began to
breathe through lungs that, only seconds before, didn't
exist.  Setsuna
smiled.  She hadn't lost her touch.

	Then Setsuna quivered.  She backed
against the rear wall and
fell back in pain.  Oh well, at least she could
die now knowing
she'd at least absolved herself of something.  Using her
power to
turn back small pockets of time, just another one of those
things
she wasn't allowed to do under threat of death.  She often
wondered
just what the hell she WAS allowed to do.

	Then again, if she had
been allowed, she would probably run
amok in time, and that would be bad,
wouldn't it?  She wondererd,
sometimes.

	Darkness overcame her, and she
fell sideways to the floor with
a soft thud, just as Usagi sat up and
stared blearily around the
room, wondering where the hell she was and what
the hell she was
doing in a place this cold with no clothes on.

	"Brrr...
What the hell is this?"  She quickly slipped off the
bench she was lying on
and began to dance on the spot.  "Jeezuz, is
it Winter already, or
something?"  Usagi noticed a sheet, sitting
on the bottom end of the bench.
 For a moment she considered
wrapping it around her.  It was only when she
picked it up that she
realised the entire centre of the sheet was covered
in blood.  She
let out a small cry and dropped the sheet.  All this
occurred in 
about three seconds.
	
	"What....  What the hell is going on,
here?"  Usagi looked at
herself for a moment, and was horrified to find
dried bloodstains
around the middle of her body.  "Oh God, whats been
happening here?"
She stared around the room.  Then she spotted Setsuna.

"P...Pluto...."  Her concern for herself was momentarily
forgotten as she
ran over to the side of the fallen senshi.  For
some reason, Setsuna's
pallour seemed to be dissipating, almost as
if she was fading into a
translucent shell.  When Usagi touched her,
it felt like touching the
beached body of a jellyfish....  No
substance whatsoever.  "What the hell
have you done?"  Usagi wanted
to pick her up, but thought better of it.
There was only one thing
she could do to help Setsuna now, that was use
the....

	"Well, being naked naturally means I have absolutely NO use
of
the Ginzuishou....  Damn."  She thought to herself as she reached
out to
touch Setsuna, wishing like hell she could save the woman.

	Then Setsuna
stood up.  Just like that.  No ifs.  No buts.  No
maybes.  She stood up and
looked like a human being, not the product
of a giant jelly mould.  Usagi
fell back as Setsuna let out a small
cry of surprise.  She also did a small
rain dance across the floor.

	"Ow, shit, heck, damn, effing ow, ouchie,
itaiii, 
iiiitatatatatatatatatatata.... yowowowowow!" Setsuna suddenly

stopped and stared around the room, eventually spotting Usagi, who 
was
attempting to achieve a sense of modesty by placing hands in the 
right
positions.
	"My Princess..."  She said.  "I realise that the thought of
my
dying may have been rather upsetting to you, but did you really feel
the
need to stick that much of your energy through me to achieve the
task of
bringing me back?"


	Hotaru awoke from a less-than-satisfactory sleep
feeling like
she'd just run a marathon.  "Well," she thought, "thats pretty
par
for the course for me."  Slowly, she swung her legs around from out
of
the covers and sat on the edge of the bed.  She closed her eyes
and counted
to three, then stood.

	"OW!  OW!  OW!  Ohhh, that hurts."  She said
through clenched
teeth, making balls of her fists.  Her entire body was
rigid,
shaking as the pain shot through her body like needles of
torture.
She'd grown another half inch whilst she was asleep.  At this
rate
she'd catch up with the others in no time.  She just wished
the
process had been a little bit slower.

	There was a knock at her
bedroom door, and she heard her
father's voice.  "Hotaru-chan, are you
alright in there?"
	"Haaaaaiii.  I've just grown a little more in my
sleep."
	Her father opened the door and stepped in, never caring much
for
such niceties as modesty and privacy.  "I told you what would
happen if you
went to bed late.  You always get these little growth
spurts when you go to
sleep later than you should."
	"Aww, dad.  You know that's bull.  I get
them half the time
that I sleep early."
	"And just what were you doing out
so late last night, young 
lady?  Hmm?  Some kind of party, hmm?"
	"D...
Didn't you hear?"
	"Hear what?"
	"Didn't I tell you?"
	"What?  Tell me
what?  You know I'm too busy working to hear
everything that goes on in
your life."  Her father sniffed and
scratched his head.  "Don't think I've
slept in five days.  I better
get some now."
	He turned around to walk out.
 Hotaru shook her head.
	"Don't you want to hear where I've been?"
	"Hmm?"
He turned around and looked at her, blinking.  He
coughed and stuttered.
"Yes.  Well, okay, where have you been,
young lady?"
	"At a wake."
	"Hmm?
A wake?  For whom?"
	"Tsukino Usagi.  You remember her, don't you?"


"Usagi.  Usagi...."  He went off into his own thoughts and
Hotaru sighed.
With a shake of her head she stepped past him and
out through the hallway,
into the kitchen.  There, she opened the
fridge and looked inside.  For a
moment, she was tempted to get
herself a glass of milk, but remembered she
was supposed to be
lactose intolerant.  She was also allergic to orange
juice, and
to any caffeine products, including both tea and coffee.

	"Lets
face it," she thought to herself, "I'm allergic to
life."  She wondered
under what bad sign she had been born.  She
quickly stopped wondering.  She
KNEW what bad sign she'd been born
under.  Sighing, she pulled a carton of
apple juice from the fridge
and shut the door.  She placed the carton on
the kitchen bench and
reached up into the cupboard for a glass when she
heard her father
scream out.

	"USAAAAAAAGIIIII!?!?!?!"  Hotaru brained
herself on the
cupboard as she involuntarily attempted the world record
high jump.
Her father came charging into the kitchen, taking her by the
arm.
	"You're talking about THAT Tsukino Usagi, aren't you?"
	"We do only
know one, Dad."
	"How CAN she be dead?  Isn't she supposed to be
the
reincarnation of Princess Serenity?"
	"Not any more, obviously."
Hotaru sighed and pulled herself
from her father's arm.  He stared at her
for her seemingly callous
comment.
	"H...How could you say that?  I mean,
like THAT?  How could
you just fob her off like that.  She's DEAD, Hotaru.
The Princess
you're supposed to protect.  To defend with your LIFE."

Hotaru gritted her teeth.  "ALRIGHT, damn you.  Don't you
think I KNOW
that.  EH?  Don't you think I realise what we've done
is wrong, EH?"
	"What
YOU'VE done??"  Hotaru shuddered, inwardly kicking
herself for what she'd
said.  Her father stepped forward, taking her
by the shoulders, and
momentarily surprised by how tall she actually
was now.  "I think you'd
better tell me what's been going on, young
lady."
	"NO!"  Hotaru wrenched
herself from him and stepped around him
intent on returning to her bedroom.
 He grabbed her on her way past
with greater intent.
	"I'm NOT asking you
to.  You WILL tell me what has been going
on.  I want to know."  Hotaru
looked aside, seemingly frustrated by
her own inaction.  Her father spoke
more softly.  "You're going to
have to tell me sometime, Hotaru.  You're
not the kind of person
who can bottle stuff up.  Thats only ever made you
sick."
	"You understand NOTHING about me.  I'm not some weak child
who
doesn't understand anything.  Leave me alone!"
	Hotaru shook off her
father and charged out of the kitchen.
He clenched his fist and closed his
eyes.  "Good move there, old
son.  Push her further away from you."  He
opened his eyes and
stared ahead.  He would have to wait until later.
She'd tell him
eventually.
	He stood there for a few moments longer,
thinking, praying,
that what she said didn't mean what he thought it
meant.


	Minako coughed, sniffed, and sat up staring in the kind of

bleary-eyed manner most have after waking up approximately in the 
middle
of a dream.  It had been about running away from a large army 
of people
who were pursuing her through a cityscape.  Then she found 
herself in an
almost desolate landscape, yet starkly beautiful.  She 
wondered where
she'd seen that before.

	"I wonder how Setsuna's doing."  She thought.
Then she
wondered why she even had that thought and turned to the
others.
Rei was turning in her sleep, looking fairly annoyed with
something.
Makoto was dead to the world, mouth wide open and drooling.
Naru
was turned away from her, so she couldn't see what she was doing.
As
for Chibiusa...  The girl's hair...  Was pink again...

	Minako stared in
disbelief and reached forward to touch
Chibiusa's shoulder, when she
realised she was reaching over the
spot Ami should have been sleeping.
Minako looked around for the
blue-haired girl, but she was nowhere to be
seen.  Minako slowly
got to her feet.  Ami went outside for fresh air
earlier that
morning, but surely she came back in....

	"Rei-chan..."

"Whdizitgwaywannanutherfivemnits."  Rei mumbled.
	"Rei-chan, Ami's gone."

"Sprollygntatakealeakgbacktasleep."  Minako looked down on Rei
with
annoyance.  The girl just had NO sense of responsibility.
Minako huffed and
rapidly changed into some street clothes, combing her 
hair into a sense of
unkempt normalcy.  She then stepped into
the dim sunlight of 10.30 in the
morning with a feeling that
something wasn't quite right.


	"....That's
about all I've got to say."  Usagi sat back in her
seat, smiling as
Kikotsuka rubbed a hand across her face, and her
partner stared off into
space.  Usagi had been able to answer all of
their questions about her
past.  All of those they knew, of course.
If they'd had EVERY little piece
of information, they might have
found Usagi's smugness rather less than
irritating.
	"Listen..."  Aoi put her hands hands up, looking across
the
small desk in the middle of the equally small interview room at
Usagi.
"We have a body sitting in the morgue of the local hospital.
Now, that body
belongs to someone, right?"
	"Well of course it does.  But its obviously
not mine."
	"Whose else could it be?  Over a hundred people saw you
die.
Hit by some bolt of energy.  These include your best friends, who
were
with you at the time."
	"Well they must be wrong.  It most certainly wasn't
me."
	"Oh for f...  It WAS you.  your parents identified you.  It
was YOU.
Even the few tests we've been able to take of the body
proved it to be
yours."
	"So you admit it was MY body, do you?"
	Aoi threw her hands in the
air in frustration.
	"No no no no no!  I meant the body was proven to be
that of
Tsukino Usagi.  Dental records prove this to be the case."
	Usagi
found herself involuntarily picking at her teeth.
"Well, you can check
these ones out if you like.  I mean, if you
really want proof of my being
who I KNOW myself to be."
	"Aww, look, this is not some school prank.  The
remains were
human, and they were said to be yours.  The face is untouched,
and
I'm looking at it right now.  You can't be her.  That girl was
most
definitely dead and most definitely Tsukino Usagi!"
	Aoi felt a hand on her
shoulder and turned to Akunatsuka.
"What?  What do you want?"  She snapped.
 he sighed and shook his
head.
	"Don't get yourself all wound up.  You're
as red as a
beetroot, you know that?"  Aoi could have socked him then and
there.
She stood and walked to the front wall of the room, trying to
regain
her composure.  Akunatsuka turned to Usagi and smiled.  She
smiled
back, sweetly.
	"Yes?"  She asked.  He chuckled.
	"I take it you
would be willing to undergo tests to prove you
are who you say you are?"

"Of course.  Any test, I'll take it.  If for no other reason
than to get
you off my back and get on with life."
	"Any test?  Even a genetic one?"
Aoi asked offhandedly, not
turning.  Usagi looked at her for a moment.

"Uh, of course."  Usagi wondered what was crossing the woman's
mind.  It
occurred to her that her voice seemed remarkably calm and
fay for the mood
she had been in only moments before.  There was an
increase of energy in
the room.  The same energy that had been
blocking her attempts to establish
a link with the woman's mind.

	Suddenly, something seemed to dawn on
her....  A genetic test.
This body was the product of Jadeite's Youma
Spawning Machine.  It
wouldn't carry any of the original Usagi's genetic
makeup!  The
smile left her face and she was more than disturbed when she
heard
Kikotsuka chuckle.

	Aoi turned, a beatific smile on her face, eyes
burning a deep
blue.  For a moment, Usagi wondered if the woman was
attempting to
do the same to her that she had tried, and failed, to do.
She was
rescued when the duty officer entered the room.  Kikotsuka
and
Akunatsuka turned to meet him.

	"Officer Taeki enters the room."
Akunatsuka said for the
benefit of the recording of interview.  Taeki
sighed and looked
at Usagi for a moment.  A smile returned to her face as
the officer
turned to Kikotsuka.
	"Can I speak with you for a moment?"
Taeki gestured outside.
Aoi turned to her partner.
	"Interview suspended at
11.02am."  Akunatsuka switched off the
inset recorder and removed the
cassette.  He stood and followed
Aoi and Taeki as they stepped into the
corridor.  He turned to Usagi
before he closed the door.  "You stay
seated."
	"What else am I going to do?"  Usagi gestured expansively.
Her
recently resurrected smile aggravating him.  He shut the door
quickly.


Usagi leaned back.  Well, it looked like Setsuna had been
doing her job.
"What are you up to, eh?"  She thought of the woman
and began to worry.  Of
all the senshi to know she is alive, she
would have preferred Setsuna to
have been the last.  But then, she
probably knew what would happen
beforehand.  which begged the
question...  Why did she allow the killing to
take place, and what
role did she play in the events, if she did know what
was going to
happen.

	The more she thought about it, the more it bugged
her.  Then
her right hand began to quiver.  She stared at it, holding it
out
in front of her.  It started to get worse....


	"WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
MISSING?"  Taeki cringed under Aoi's
splenetic rage.
	"That's what the
hospital said.  According to the management,
one of the orderlies who was
put in charge of the morgue at the
time was found unconcious on the floor,
and the girl's remains
were gone."
	"OH FOR KAMI'S SAKE!!!"  Aoi stepped
away and began to bang
her head against the nearest piece of wall, making
all within
visual shot stare at her.  Akunatsuka began to worry that
the
stress might be getting to her.  He couldn't blame her.

	"So, what do
we do now?"  Akunatsuka turned to Taeki.  The
duty officer shrugged.

"Looks like the old man will spit the dummy pretty soon.  Its
less than a
day and he's already had enough."
	"I'll tell you what we do."  Aoi turned
suddenly.  "We go to
the hospital and BUST HEADS until we get some answers.
 A body just
doesn't go missing.  Someone has had to have taken it, and in
all
likelihood, its still in the hospital somewhere.  Theres
something
going on here we don't understand yet, and I'm damned if I'm
going
to let it slide."

	There was a crash and a sharp cry from within the
interview
room.  The trio turned and looked at each other.  Akunatsuka
opened
the door.

	Usagi was on the floor, clutching at her right arm,
groaning
in pain.  She stared up at them.  "Help...  Help me...  It hurts
so
much."  Akunatsuka stepped in and knelt beside her, Aoi following
him.
She turned to Taeki and gestured to him.
	"Call the medic.  It may be
nothing but we better make sure."
	"Right."  Taeki dashed away as others
crowded around the door.
Akunatsuka lifted Usagi into a sitting position
and studied her arm.
It was convulsing uncontrollably, in a series of
tonic-clonic
seizures.  No sooner did it begin to settle than it would
begin
again.  The most disturbing aspect was the manner in which it
would
distort itself, twisting into angles and positions neither Aoi
nor
Akunatsuka thought possible.  Then, with another jerk, they could
hear
a cracking noise, and Usagi let out a scream.
	"Shit!  Its breaking its own
bones."  Aoi cried out.  Two
more officers entered the room and kneeled
beside Usagi.  Akunatsuka
had gripped the arm with both his hands and held
it straight with
all his strength.  Usagi was kicking and bucking wildly.
The
convulsions now seemingly spreading through her shoulder into her
upper
body.  Aoi stood back against the rear wall, disbelievingly
shaking her
head.  What the hell else can go wrong now?  It almost
seemed as if the
girl was trying to kill herself....

	Taeki and the RMO pushed their way
through the crowd in the
doorway.  The RMO stared down at the three men
trying to hold
Usagi down.  "What are you doing?"
	Akunatsuka looked up at
him.  "She's causing herself an
injury.  The convulsions are getting
worse."
	"Is it epilepsy?"  Taeki wondered aloud.  Suddenly, Usagi
thrashed
with intensity not seen before.  Akunatsuka was thrown back
against the
wall and it took the combined strength of the two other
officers and Taeki
to stop her flying across the room.  Akunatsuka
watched in a daze as the
RMO tried to attend to her.  Then he turned
to where Aoi had been standing,
and saw her slipping from the room,
her face a mask of fear.  Oh jeez, he
thought, she's lost it.  He
got to his feet and pushed through the crowd
just as the CO of the
branch arrived at the scene, demanding to know what
was going on.

	Akunatsuka ignored him and continued to push through
the
gathering crowd in the passage outside.  He could see Aoi dashing
along
the passage and towards the front office.  Once clear of the
crowd he broke
into a jog in the hope he could catch her.  He hoped
she wasn't going to do
anything stupid.

	Back in the interview room, the RMO had managed to get
as far
as shining a torch into Usagi's eyes.  "Definitely a seizure of
some
form.  Her pupils are dilated, not registering the change in light
at
all."  He turned as the CO entered the room.  "I suggest we call
an
ambulance right away.  At the rate this girl is thrashing about,
she'll
give herself a cardiac arrest."
	"Alright."  The CO turned to the crowd in
the doorway and
waved generally, trying to look in charge.  "Someone call
the
hospital.  Get an ambulance here NOW.  Tell them their missing body
is
thrashing about in one of our interview rooms."
	"SHIT!"  The CO turned to
see Taeki getting thrown back.
Then the RMO went flying, crashing across
the table.
	"LET ME GOOOO!"  A voice resonated from Usagi's throat.
She
kicked the other two officers from her, both bowling over the CO.
Then
she jammed the fingers of her right hand into the floor.

	There was a
flash of light.


	Akunatsuka saw Aoi pushing her way through the security
doors
and into the public area.  He followed her, calling her name.
She
looked back, her face a mask of fear.  She began to mouth something
to
him as she backed her way through the front doors.  then she
looked past
him in shock.  Akunatsuka could hear a rushing sound,
then found himself
flying towards Aoi, others flung with him.

	Pieces of glass, metal and
concrete seemed to crash all around
him as he landed some two hundred yards
from the front of the
station.  There were screams and the sound of
secondary explosions.
He wondered why he was still alive.

	He lifted
himself up and sat back, surveying the scene.  There
were people running in
blind panic in all directions.  He couldn't
see Aoi at all.  She had to
have been thrown by the force of...
Whatever it was that had thrown him.
An explosion?  He turned to
look back at the station and his world fell
away from underneath
him.

	There was very little of the building left.
What was left was
well alight.  People were staggering away from the ruin,
their
clothes alight.  Without thinking, he pulled off his jacket and
got
to his feet, staggering over to one of the victims, throwing the
jacket
over him in an attempt to smother the flames.  The man
collapsed to the
ground, sobbing in pain.  Akunatsuka sat beside
him, shock beginning to
encroach on his senses....

END OF PART FOUR

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