Based off a spamfic by Mark Doherty. . .
It's back, it's beautiful, its another chapter of. . .Revenge.(Formerly
Molly's Secret)
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Yeah, I love all of you too. Anyways, here's chapter 5, I hope you enjoy it
and please, please send C&C
-Komodo
Nabiki chuckled. "Could only happen here. Most moms teach
their daughters how to run a house, but you? You teach yours the
fine art of mass destruction."
A smirk crossed Ranma's face as she stepped back from the
hug. "Hey -- quality time is quality time."
-Goodbye is not Forever part 10, by Coutuva
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The following is intended as entertainment. No money is being made off of
this and all characters save those of my own creation are the property of
their respective owners
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As Lita walked through the Gym early that afternoon after her workout, she
saw Molly whaling away on a punching bag. Dressed in sweatpants and a lycra
top, sweat gleaming on her skin, Molly appeared to be trying to wear herself
out.
"Molly?" Lita asked, concerned.
Molly didn't answer, she hadn't heard Lita, her thoughts were in a whirl.
When she was fighting as Warrior, it was like she was someone else. Someone
cold, determined. The need to kill flowed through her veins whenever she
activated it. Was it years of pent up rage? Frustration? Or was the damn
thing taking her over? And if it was, why did it suddenly change voices after
touching that stasis field?
Questions, so many questions, and they just kept piling up- "There's too many
damn questions!" she yelled as she lashed out. The bag flew off its mountings
and across the room where it hit the wall, breaking open.
"Holy. . ." Blinking at the sound of another voice, Molly turned to see Lita
standing there open mouthed and further on, the other inhabitants of the gym
gathering nearby, attracted by her yell and the sound of the bag hitting the
wall. Beyond that, she could see the manager approaching.
"Aw hell," Molly muttered.
*****
"That was some punch," Lita said. She and Molly were in the Gym's cafe,
bottles of juice before them.
"Yeah," Molly replied, staring at the tabletop. Even though the bag had been
due for replacement anyways, Molly still had to pay for the replacement. She
hated spending money.
"What's eating you?" Lita asked. Bored with being subtle, she had fallen back
on something she was more familiar with. Blunt directness.
"Got a lot of questions," Molly replied.
"What kind of questions?"
"No offense, Lita, but I don't want to talk about them right now."
"Fair enough." Lita glanced around and then hunched over the table, speaking
in a near whisper. "Did Serena tell you what happened last night?"
"No," Molly replied mimicking the move. "We're. . .not on speaking terms at
the moment."
"We ran into that Warrior lady-the one we told you about who beat up the
youma at the Gardens? Anyway, we ran into her last night at the mall."
"Y-you did?"
"Yeah, and get this: she's some sort of prototype youma who's gone rogue."
Molly had been sipping her juice when Lita had said and as a result, did a
cinema-quality spit take.
"R-rogue youma?"
"Well, Amy says its only a theory, but it makes sense to me."
"Rogue youma?" Molly asked again.
Lita nodded. "Yep. That's the theory." With that, she repeated the morning's
line of logic that had led to this conclusion. "So the next time she
appears," Lita said, smacking her fist into her open palm. "We nail her."
"But what if she's not a youma?" Molly asked.
"What else could she be?"
Molly was saved from having to answer as her watch went off.
"What's that for?"
"Business meeting. Darien stumbled on the deal of a lifetime and we have to
decide whether to take it."
"You are so lucky," Lita said as they started walking towards the changing
room. "You have your own company, you set your own hours, must be nice."
"Nice?" Molly repeated with a derisive snort. "Lotus is a bottomless pit of
energy and time. As for luck. . ." she trailed off. "Luck was Darien able to
convince the Trustees of the Shields Foundation that our manga was worth
handing over the seed money to start a publisher just to get it out. Luck was
having him agree to be our CEO. Without him, we probably would have been
bought out several times by the bigger houses in hostile takeovers. By the
time we're done with operational costs and salaries, Lotus usually only
breaks even. That's why this meeting is so important. With this new money, we
can start branching out and hiring young artists who are looking for a home
for their creations. Plus, Amy and Raye are willing to sign on as Financial
VP and Editor in Chief. That will keep me and Rei free to work on Notes."
"Woah."
"Yeah. The plan is to eventually have many mangas filled with different
characters all existing in the same universe." Molly grinned. "And each and
every one will be published by Lotus Inc." She pushed open the door to the
locker room. "But that's not the best part."
"Oh?"
"Not only does the deal include investment money, but they are saying the A
word."
"A word?"
"Anime," Molly said, grinning maniacally. "Lita, the investor is Matsudai
Animation!"
"Holy shit!" Lita exclaimed. M.A. was one of the oldest and according to
some, the first animation house in Japan. They had been around for years.
"Yeah, that was my reaction," Molly replied, pulling off her top with one
hand while opening her locker with the other. "And as much as I want to
celebrate, its all talk right now."
"True enough," Lita agreed. "Hey, what are those scars from?"
"Scars?"
"Yeah, two of 'em, right there below the base of your neck."
"Really?"
"Yeah. They look like little crescent moons."
"Dunno. Probably birthmarks or something."
The conversation soon turned to other things and they chatted amicably as
Molly finished dressing and headed out to the parking lot.
As they approached her bike, Molly suddenly stiffened and sprinted across the
parking lot to the exit. She stood there like a dog hearing a high pitched
noise, staring at something across the street.
"What's wrong?" Lita asked as she came running up behind her. Molly didn't
answer and Lita followed her gaze to across the street, squinting as the sun
shone into her eyes. Standing in front of a window was a very familiar
looking young man dressed in black and then he was obscured by a rush of
people. When she could see the window again, the young man was gone.
"Crud," Lita muttered and then turned as something hit the pavement. Molly
lay there on the asphalt, out cold. "Double crud."
*****
Prince Diamant was brooding. Twice now the Guyver unit had interfered and
twice had it brutally destroyed the hybrids. He could almost admire the
ruthlessness which the host possessed.
"A shame, really," he said.
"What's a shame?" Beryl asked. His Queen looked up from her crystal ball.
"That the host of the Guyver unit is an enemy," Diamant replied. "Their
ruthlessness would make them a powerful ally. Instead, they will have to be
destroyed."
"And perhapss I can help with that," said a voice as something came bouncing
out of the shadows to roll to a stop at their feet. It was Safiru's head.
Moments later, a cloaked and hooded figure stepped forward.
"My name isss Emissssary," it said. "My employerssssss wish to do business
with you." A clawed hand emerged from the cloak and indicated the severed
head. "Conssssider my presssence here our resssume and that," it indicated
the severed head. "Our qaulifications."
"I see," Diamant said as he leaned back in his chair. "Please, continue." He
poured himself a glass of wine as the one called Emissary began to speak.
'And when our business is concluded,' Nemisis' Prince thought. 'I will string
you and your masters up by your innards for laying your hands on my brother.'
*****
When Molly awoke, she found herself staring at a wooden ceiling. She was
lying on a futon and a cold cloth was on her forehead. "Wh-where?"
"You're at Raye's temple," Lita replied. "It was the closest place to the
gym."
"What happened?"
"You tell me," Lita said and then told her what she had done.
"I don't remember doing that," Molly said when Lita had finished. "Oh crap!"
She sat up. "The deal!"
Lita planted her hand on Molly's chest and pushed her back down. "Relax, I
already called Darien. You got a bunch of scripts to do, a few million yen in
the bank and a buttload of papers to sign." She poured some tea.
"How long have I been out?"
"A few hours. Raye and I have been taking turns playing nursemaid." She
passed Molly the tea. "It's almost midnight."
"I see, thank you," Molly replied as she took a sip. Then her eyes widened
and she spat the tea out. "How much yen?" She asked incredulously.
*****
Molly sighed as she sat down on the temple steps. The others had long since
gone to sleep, but she couldn't. The gap in her memory from leaving the gym
to waking up in the temple bothered her more then she would like to admit.
"What's happening to me?" She asked the dim stars overhead. "Why can't I
remember?"
'You may not want to,' said the familar, dry voice in her head.
"Kinsune?" Molly gasped.
'No, not exactly. Kinsune was the Kami in the sphere, I'm. . .I suppose a
copy will suffice.'
"A copy?"
'It's complicated. Touching that sphere gave me a lot to think about and
that's why I've been quiet for so long. What did I miss?'
"Hoo boy," Molly sighed.
'Interesting,' was all the Guyver said when Molly finished. 'And you have no
memory of that?'
"Nope," Molly confirmed. "One second I'm leaving the Gym, next thing I know,
I'm staring at Raye's ceiling."
'Troubling.'
"Yeah," Molly said. She was both pleased and upset. Pleased that the Guyver
was speaking to her again, and upset because in speaking to her, the Guyver
had reminded her of just how much she had missed it. As long as she heard
that voice, she could never be sure of herself. Ever. She had no doubt the
Guyver was real, but it talking to her? That was another matter entirely.
'Maybe I am losing my mind,' she thought. 'God, I miss Melvin.'
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