I was sleepy.  How sleepy?  So damn friggin' sleepy that I was ready to 
curse if I didn't have some time to sleep.  The fact that it was a 
million degrees outside (So, I'm exaggerating, jump up my butt, why 
don't ya?) and I was listening to a lecture on something I had mastered 
a few chapters ago only now you add two nifty looking symbols to the 
equation.  I was mindlessly writing down the garbage.
	"......and what can we answer do we get?  ............................
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............... okay, Ben, you do it." Mr. John Jingle Hoppenmier or 
whatever demanded.
	I took out my calculator, punch five random buttons and read the 
answer.
	"42." I said.
	"Okay, how'd you get that?" Mr. Annoyingly Redundant Teacher asked.
	"I did it a few minutes ago." I replied.
	"Why don't you EXPLAIN how you got that to the rest of the class?" Mr. 
Really Annoying asked.
	"I would like to, but the rest of the class is asleep." I replied, 
indicating the rest of the class.
	I later found out that you should never fall asleep in his class.  He 
gave everyone detention, including me for being a smartass.

	Detention, as a rule, is annoyingly boring.  More boring than what's 
his face's class.
	The school takes the most uptight jerkoffs and/or stressed out S.O.B.s 
or D.O.B.s and puts them in charge, so you have to shut up or they'll 
give you MORE detentions.  It's almost bloody 'ell, Oi tell ya.  Dammit, 
gotta stop watching Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail.

	Detention was finally over and I was on my way home.  Missed the bus, 
dammit.  I hate that teacher.  I walked up the hill to get away from my 
High School.  Then, I came to the Path.  I paused.  I always thought 
about walking down the Path everytime I passed by, but this time, I 
actually stopped to think about it.
	Now, the path was originally made by someone who was going out of 
control down hill and decided that running into a car wasn't at all fun, 
so he (or she, the legends aren't clear on that point) turned into the 
forest, hoping to hit something and stop.  That's why the Path had three 
feet wide to begin with.  The trees just kind of expanded to cover as 
much of the path as they could.  It was because of the fact that bikers 
still use the Path that they don't completely cover over the Path.
	Deciding that I would never be satisfied if I didn't settle my damn 
curiousity, I started down the Path.  It was about ten feet down the 
Path that I noticed how dark it was.  I cursed at my luck as I had been 
so detained as to have to walk down the Path in the evening.  I briefly 
considered heading back until I recalled my pen light.  It had new 
batteries, so what could be so dangerous?
	I took out my pen light and turned it on.  A burst of bright light shot 
forth into the darkness, illuminating everything in my way.  Which 
wasn't much.  Hmmm, this limited my view.  I took off the head of the 
pen light, exposing the tiny lightbulb.  The light took a more 
omnidirectional pattern.
	I walked forward, holding my pen light as a torch, making sure I didn't 
trip and break it.  I began noticing that the ground was cement after 
about five minutes.  I stopped and looked around.  Something was up.  I 
continued forward, cautiously.
	I came to a fork in the road.  As far as I could see, the right path 
lead back to the comfort of civilization.  The left path lead deeper 
into the forest.  Which did I choose?  In a realistic sense, I could 
always come back and take the other path, but in my own mind, I knew 
that if I went back to civilization, came back, took the other path and 
found something great, I'd regret not doing it earlier.  Or if I found 
something horrible and better left unfound, I'd regret not having gone 
home and wishing I'd never found it.  I made the decision to head deeper 
into the forest.  For the sake of my curiousity.
	About half an hour later, starving and stumbling a bit (I should have 
bought a snack before leaving school, darn it), I came across a small 
shrine.  Hey, wait a minute.  The kind of shrine that was standing 
before me was definitely of oriental creation.  There were large statues 
of ugly war gods with scarfs or SOMETHING wrapped around them.  I'm 
sorry, those statues are just hideous to look at.
	Take the look of an ugly character, their expression as if they're 
seeing something utterly disgusting to them, then take their hair (if 
it's long) crop it unevenly so it's about two inches long or so, then 
have it standing on end.
	Bleah.  Like modern art that the art critics 'love' that are actually 
probably painted with a stick that the artist shoved up his (or her) 
arse.  Bloody 'ell.  I thought I had fixed that British thing earlier.
	I walked into the shrine and noticed someone bleeding on the ground.  I 
hurried over to them, in hope that whoever-it-was was still alive.  She 
was, but just barely.  I put my pen light in my mouth and made five 
attempts to pick her up (Damn chihuahua!).  There was so much blood and 
gore around her that it difficult to tell what was really her and what 
wasn't (That was my favorite pair of pants!).  VERY difficult.  She 
grabbed my arm and thrust something into my right hand.
	"T-take... this......... now..." She managed to gasp out.
	"Hold on!  I can carry you to the city!" I said.
	"No... union rules.... states..... this.... power...... must be... 
passed on when.... gravely.... injured.... don't worry.... I have.... a 
great..... medical insurance..... policy......." She said, before 
collapsing.
	Then, a medical team arrived on the scene (who called them, anyway?) 
and took her off.  This was getting weird, I thought to myself as the 
janitor cleaned up the mess.
	"Hi, you're the replacement, aren't you?" a woman behind me asked.  She 
was about 5'9", with short brown hair and brown eyes.  She was wearing a 
business suit.  Damn, she looked familiar.
	I stood up, noticing that my pants were now stainfree and I had no 
blood on my hands.  I looked around for a few seconds to see if I could 
find out who had cleaned the blood off.
	"Okay, since you took the pen, you need to know a few things..." the 
woman began.
	"Wait a minute, first of all, who are you?" I demanded.
	"Nabiki Tendo, at your service." She answered.
	I blinked.  Hey, wait a minute...
	"Okay, we need to know your name." Nabiki said, pulling out a 
clipboard.
	"Um, Ben." I answered.
	"Mmmm-hm.  Age?" Nabiki inquired.
	"18, what's this about-" I began to ask.
	"Height.... about 5'11", eyes.... blue..., any allegeries?" Nabiki 
asked.
	"Penicillin, but-" I asked.
	"Oh-kay.  Anything else we should put down under medical?" Nabiki 
asked.
	"I had my tonsils removed." I said.
	"I'll note that.  Okay, that's about it.  You'll see me again after 
your first fight, so don't detransform until I get back, okay?" Nabiki 
asked.
	"I don't know what you're talking about, but all right..." I said.
	"Okay.  Bye!" Nabiki said, leaving.
	I raced after her, trying to get a solid answer about what the hell had 
just happened, but she was long gone by the time I reached the door.
	What the hell just happened?

	Luckily, it was the weekend, so I didn't have to worry much about 
school.  I did homework either ahead of time or lacking sufficient time, 
I did it on sundays.
	The first thing I did after getting home was to head down to the new 
video store that had opened up near my house.  I didn't question it 
sudden appearance at first because I rarely went past that way.
	However, upon seeing people stumbling out like zombies while holding 
video tape boxes... mind you, the kind they use as a display in front of 
the actual box that contains the tape, was more than enough to raise my 
suspicion about this place.  This was either the crowd that had gotten 
back from the bars or something was definitely up.  I checked the name.  
HollyDoom Video.  Hmmmm, call me silly, but I think that this place was 
the kind of place where otherworldly creatures stole people's lifeforce.
	I 'discreetly' checked out the place, making sure I didn't touch any of 
the boxes.  They sure had a crappy selection for a new video store.  All 
the more to lead me to believe that this place was fake (57 copies of 
the Phantom?!).  It was when the people at the counter shifted into 
REALLY ugly looking monsters (think turkey heads with bull-like torsos, 
gorrila arms, goat-legs and a lion's waist and tail) that I realized I 
was right.  I hid behind a shelf and took out the pen that the girl had 
given me.  Praying that something weird didn't happen, I summoned my 
courage, then searched mentally for the transformation words.  I found 
them, unfortunately.  Bleah.
	Reluctantly, I raised the wand and said the words, "Pretty, pretty, 
pink lollipops sugar cutey pie TRANSFORMATION!!"
	The next thing I knew, pink, blue and white energy was surrounding me 
and growing intensity.  I had to shut my eyes or go blind.  When I 
opened my eyes, I noticed two things.  First, I was in a pink, blue and 
white sailor fuku.  Second, I was female.  A rather BUSTY female.  Oh, 
man.  I probably make an ugly girl.  Then, I caught sight of my 
reflection in a nearby window.  WHOA BABY!  If I was still a guy and 
looking at this female form, I'd _HAVE_ to glomp her.  Not because 
that's what I normally do (Heck, I don't even know how to glomp), but 
because I HAD TO.
	I was roughly the same height and I still had my baby blue eyes, but I 
now had long dark red hair that went down to my rearend, and a figure 
that at least one third of the female population would LOVE to have.  
One way or the other.  I was wearing a sailor fuku (why the fuku?) that 
was pink, blue and white in a pattern that was almost like Sailor Moon's 
from the photos I had seen of her.
	I managed to peel my gaze off my reflection and back to the situation 
at hand.  The monsters attacking people.  I just hope my attacks aren't 
as cheesy.
	"All right, you S.O.B.s!  Prepare to get your asses kicked!" I said, 
leaping onto the shelf that I had hidden behind.  Cool, no stupid 
speeches.
	"Oh no!  It's that Sailor Sugar-Overdose girl!" one monster whimpered.
	"That's Sailor Overdrive, dumbass!" I snarled.  (Overdrive?  I could've 
done worse, I guess.)
	"DIE!" another monster roared, firing what looked like a snotball at 
me, which I avoided by hopping down to the ground.
	"DIE!" The first monster roared, coughing up a stream of video tape, 
which just piled up at it's feet like a bad VCR would do.
	"DIE!" The last monster roared, it's eyes suddenly replaced by monitors 
playing 'The Little Mermaid'.  It 'ooooo'ed and just stood there, 
watching the movie.
	"Uh-oh.  OVERDRIVE HYPER-KICK!!" I yelled, jumpkicking at the first 
monster and blowing a hole in it's chest.
	It and the video tape it had been spewing vanished.  I turned to the 
second monster.
	"OVERDRIVE MAXIMUM!" I roared, blowing it's head off it's shoulder with 
my fist.
	The last monster was giggling to itself.  I didn't let it live long 
enough to find out as I snapped it's neck.  Then, the video store 
vanished, revealing it to be that condemmed building that was at this 
site before.  Nabiki appeared next to me.
	"GYAH!" I yelped.
	"Okay, I'm just going to write down some stuff..." Nabiki said, eyeing 
me a bit.
	"Hey, any chance I could have some other transformation words?" I 
asked.
	"Sure.  The first time you say it, it's just to allow for the energy to 
adjust to you.  Next time, you can say anything you want." Nabiki 
replied.
	"Thank Kami-sama!" I said.
	"You're not Japanese." Nabiki stated.
	"What?" I asked.
	"You're not Japanese, why are you saying 'Kami-sama'?" Nabiki asked.
	"Because I'm not very religious, but I wanna say the phrase, whether 
it's modified or not doesn't matter to me." I replied.
	"Okay..." Nabiki said, shrugging.
	Nabiki left.  THEN the News Team and Police arrived.  Uh-oh.  I was 
still transformed.
	"Who are you?  What happened in there?  Why are you here?" The police 
and media demanded, while ambulances arrived and began taking note of 
the injured or worse.
	I had to get out of this and fast.  Heading down to police headquarters 
wasn't an option and neither was answering the media's probing 
questions.
	"I'm Sailor Overdrive and if you'll excuse me, I have to... uh, take 
care of my pigeons!" I exclaimed, leaping away.
	As I left, I heard, "You heard it here first, folks.  I'm Linda Johnson 
for News Team 5!"
	Eh.  I had to get home and find out if my transformation from male to 
female was permenant.

	It wasn't permenant.  With a puff of blue smoke, I was back to my male 
form.  What a relief... with no intended offense to the female gender, 
but being a girl was just weird.  Not to mention that I didn't want to 
have to explain to my parents that their son was now a daughter.  
They're accepting of a LOT of things, like a dent in the car or REALLY 
late movies, but spontaneous gender transformation was not one of them.

	The next day, in study hall (I didn't see anything else on the course 
curriculum that I wanted), my friends were babbling on and on about 
'Sailor Overdrive'.
	"What's so special about her?" I asked.
	"You didn't see the security camera footage!" Kate, my closest and most 
trusted friend, exclaimed.  She's about my height, freely admits that 
she's now in her C-cup (not that anyone asked), has the same blue eyes I 
do, but has (get this) purple hair.  She also freely admits that she's a 
lesbian.  Not that I really care.  She's a good friend, so I don't give 
it much notice.
	Uh-oh.  Security camera footage?
	"What footage?" I asked.
	"Well, they only had about twenty seconds of it, the rest got damage, 
but it shows Sailor Overdrive blowing a hole through a monster, blowing 
the head off of another and breaking the last monster's neck!" Kate 
exclaimed, wildly flailing her arms.
	"It's COOL!" Cynthia, another close friend who loved bloody movies, 
exclaimed.  She's shorter than most of my other friends and has long 
brown hair.  She has puppy-brown eyes and likes to dress up like Kasumi 
Tendo.
	"I wonder who she is... she's probably a total babe..." Kate said, 
drooling a bit.  Uh-oh.  This is something I didn't account for.  Best 
ignore it and hope it goes away.
	"Well, whoever she is, she's not about to tell the media." I said.
	"That's it!" Kate said, snapping her fingers (No, not BREAKING her 
fingers).
	"What is?" I inquired.
	"Let's start an investigation!  We'll find out who Sailor Overdrive is 
before the media!" Kate said.
	"But where to start?" Jason, my overly dramatic and realistic friend, 
inquired.  He was about 6'5" with dark hair and dark brown eyes.  He 
liked to dress up like villians or tragic heroes at ANY oppurtunity.  
(Heck, he once dressed up like Darth Vader just because someone in town 
was having a costume party.  He never went, but he just dressed up.)
	"Well, she said she took care of pigeons..." Kate began.
	"That was obviously something to throw everyone off." I stated.
	".... so she must have a dog!" Kate exclaimed.
	"Huh?" We all asked in unison.
	"Don't you get it?!  If she said she had an avian pet, people will 
think she has a bird of some kind or a fish since that's the exact 
opposite.  Having a dog will definitely throw people off." Kate said.
	"What if she doesn't have a pet?  What if she lives in a cave and only 
comes out at night?" Jason inquired.
	"The second one is ridiculous.  The first one might be true, though.  
We'll just have to check every household for someone with dark red hair 
and..." Kate began.
	"What if she had some sort disguise magic to hide her appearance?" 
Cynthia inquired.
	"Damn, you're right." Kate said.
	"Not to mention that there isn't anyone like that in all of Rosemount." 
I replied.
	"Well, I'll find her anyway!" Kate declared.
	This sounded too foreboding for me.

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	Greetings and welcome to the beginning of the 'Sailor Overdrive' 
adventures.  We'll be making this story with three more episodes at 
least before we find out who's responsible for the attacks!

	Next time on Sailor Overdrive:
- Our hero, Ben, gets involved in a match that gets out of hand!
- More competent bad guys!
- And a NEW Sailor....won't be introduced.



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