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The Fox
By
Kevin "Kionon" Callahan
(Kionon@hotmail.com)
"And henceforth I happened to find myself in the most outrageous
circumstance I could. I was hunted, believed to be a fugitive and a
murderer. Now, hey, don't go. I never did any of those things. Just sit.
I need someone to talk to. Even if you don't believe me, or even if you
do, it doesn't matter. Just sit and listen to my story. I know you need
the company as much as I."
* * *
The air wafted to the girl's nose, and the sun shown brightly
through the translucent rice paper walls of the girl's room. She yawned
and turned over, blinking in the bright light. She stretched and cocked
her head. It snapped and she rubbed at her eyes. She did a quick check
about the room and nodded as she saw no one.
Taking her bra off, she cast it aside. She walked over to a
nearby closet, where she retrieved another like it. She then did the same
with her panties. She briefly considered taking a bath, but knew she was
already late with her chores and wouldn't have the time. She pulled out
a gray school uniform and changed into it slowly, basking in the time she
had for herself that would soon be over.
The girl pulled out a brush from the uniform pocket and began to
play with her hair. When she was satisfied, she placed it back into its
pocket-home and looked about the room for her shoes. She found them at
the room's entrance and slipped them on. Next to the place they had
formally occupied, sat her satchel. Collecting that, she made her way
outside and to a small wooden closet at the corner of the shrine's
grounds. She opened the creaking door and pulled out a broom.
She sweeped quickly for a minute or so, peering about her. When
she was assured that no one was watching, she returned the broom to its
former place and ran down the steps of the shrine. She came upon the bus
stop where a blue haired girl peered at the heavens.
"Ami-chan," she cried.
Ami turned and faced her friend. "Oi, Rei-chan. How are you this
fine morning?"
"Nearly late," the girl replied as the bus rumbled to a stop.
"It would do little good to be late," she huffed, "Usagi would tease me
until we're old and gray."
"There's no evidence we'll even get old an gray," Ami responded,
following her onto the bus. "We could be im-"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIT FOOOOOOOOOR MEEEEEEEEE!" screamed a voice
the pair knew well. The owner of the voice, a blonde with a very weird
hair style, came bolting at them, waffle in her mouth and a stain on her
sailor styled school uniform.
About that time the air became cold, the sky became dark, and the
wind pelted those out and about with freezing rain. "Damn weathermen," Rei
complained as she took hold of the nearest bar to her. "Stupid idiots,
they said it would be completely sunny all day long. Well, screw that."
"No," came a voice from behind them, "Screw you." He stood up and
grabbed the intercom's microphone. "Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems
we have some very famous people aboard. The sailor senshi. Now, it is my
duty to see them executed, and as that duty must be fullfilled, you all
will also be executed. You must. No witnesses allowed, I'm afraid."
"WHAT?" screamed Rei, ripping her henshin pen from nowhere. "By
Heaven's Torch, I shall not let you do that!
"MARS STAR POWER!"
The driver clapped softly. "Nice show, but it will get you
nowhere. Your friends are out for the count, and I'm afraid you will be
soon as well. Now, if you'll come along quietly-"
"NEVER! FIRE SOUL!" Sailor Mars ripped out the attack and it
hit the driver in his left side and continued through the front of the
bus as he fell. The bus skidded as it lost the control exerted by the
evil of the driver. It flipped over and smacked into a row of parked cars.
It swivled and its rear smashed into a cafe window. Mars, Ami, Usagi, and
several others were thrown out onto the rough pavement of the Juuban
district street.
The driver hung in the air, bleeding a blue liquid from his
twisted left arm. His mouth was twisted in a sneer and he turned his good
hand toward the group of girls. If the trio wasn't awake yet, well they
soon would be. Awake or dead. He prefered the latter. "Get up, Sailor Mars,
you have to stop me."
Sailor Mars wiped a bloody lip and charged towards the floating
villian. He yawned and lifted up his hand. "Bah, you are tiresome, but
my tar minions will tire you out." With a flip of his hand the street
around her began to melt and bubulous bodies formed. A voice from behind
her shreiked out a mottled battle cry. She turned to fire off an attack.
"FIRE SOUL!"
Too late, she realised her mistake. The defenseless body crumpled
to a heap, and the driver's evil laughter could be heard everywhere. The
body crumpled to a heap.
She crumpled to a heap.
SHE crumpled to a heap.
THE SHE, THE MESSIAH, THE FUTURE QUEEN crumpled to a heap.
And the laughter, the laughter was everywhere. EVERYWHERE! It was
in her body. Mars cried out, but she could not be heard through the
blanket of laughter. That laughter. Laughter. HAHAHAHAHA. It engulfed her,
tore at parts of her pysche she hadn't known existed. She ran. She ran.
She ran inside the maze in her head, as well as the streets under her high
heels. The laughter, ho how it continued, even after she knew she was away
from it. Oh, but it never stopped.
She faintly heard Ami's voice, condemning her. Condeming her to a
fugitive's life. Oh, she could never return to that which she knew. The
others would surely hunt her, punish for what she did. Even if she escaped
the, or they relented, there was always the originator of the laughter.
The laughter that would huant her and hunt her for the rest of her life.
She came to an ally, ran in, even though the laughter was just as
strong here as it had been during the bloody battle. Oh, oh, the battle.
The blood. Oh, she saw the charred flesh as her queen crumpled. It was
on her. She shrieked as she looked down at her hands, bloody and rotting.
She fell into a ball and rolled into a cardboard box, rocking gently.
Sleep came, but it was hardly reassuring. She dreamt she swam in
a river of blood. Usagi came to her. Two Usagis. Three. Four. Some saying
she should die, others insisting she had done her job and would be
fogiven. She was swept away in a tide of rotting flesh, coughing and
sputtering as it threatend to choke of the stenched air. Mercury was there
too, but she only shook her head and said nothing. She refused to condemn
Mars, but she also refused to saver her from the boiling deathpit she had
been swept into. It was like, rather than make up her mind, she wanted to
stay out of completely. The tohers came and went, saying nothing. Minako
once threw her a lifesaver, but one of the floating arms snatched it away
from her and she cried as Minako looked on, helpless. Chibi-usa came too.
She damned the poor, now naked, sputtering Rei. She refused to forgive the
girl for her mistake. The mistake that cost her mother's life. She cried
out tot he toddler, but she only snuffed as another wave of rotting flesh
over came the former priestess. She screamed as she passed them all, and they would or could not do anything. She screamed as she fell over a
precipice, all the flesh following her down. She screamed, and the
laughter was there. In the swirling flesh below that she was bound to fall
in, there came a pattern. That pattern turned into the face of the bus
driver, and it laughed until she fell straight into its mouth, and it
ate her.
She awoke with a start, still wrapped in a ball, rocking softly.
She heard a noise and jumped. She couldn't let them find her. She slowly
peered around. She smiled at what she found.
* * *
"Well, there you go," she said the the fox cub sitting in her lap.
"You know everything. We'd better get a move on. We're a a couple of
fugitives." The cub whelped softly, and she cradled it in her arms and
stodd up, assured she would get her self and the cub away before the
laughter or the senshi threatened to find them.
End.