--On 4/24/02 10:48 PM -0400 Sam Vilsmeier wrote:
Tomoe Hotaru stared blankly at her alarm clock. 4:30. She would have to
rise in two hours, but she knew sleep would not come. Her mind was too
active, to disturbed, too afraid. She knew that tonight there was no rest
for the weary.
...too disturbed...
She turned to shadowed walls of her room. Even with light adjusted eyes
she could see but the outline of her rooms contents. Everything muddled,
nothing sure. Like her life, both future and past.
...the shadowed walls...
Why and how had she come to this choice. The damnable choice, of live and
death. She wiped the nights tears from her face and closed her pinked eyes
for a moment of reflection.
...to this choice? ...life and death. ...night's tears...
Pinked? Well, I verb nouns all the time so I can hardly complain. :-)
He past was a dark story fitting her position. The Senshi of Death and
Her past...
Michiru-mama and Haruka-papa. They took her in, raised her, and gave her
the love she lacked all her life. They were he family, the other senshi
were her friend. They gave her what she lacked so long, and asked for
little in return. And that is why she did her duty. She was the Senshi of
Life and death. She knew that part of them feared her.
...her family... ...her friends... ...Life and Death.
Parts of their minds were still under the Shadow of Mistress 9. They
feared the possibility that she could go rogue, but that was the farthest
from fact. They gave her everything. He reason for life, her happiness.
Whit out them she was nothing but a solitary weapon. Their love gave her
strength, their passion gave her hope. She knew she was a weapon, the
most powerful know. She could split worlds, devastate civilizations, and
lay all in her path to dust. She was their weapon. The mighty scythe of
death forever posed to strike down their enemies. She was forever at
their hip, fighting with them for a bright future. A future that was
dimming for her.
Her reason for... With out them... ...powerful known.
crossroads with no light at the end. He was at the fork of the road. How
would the history of her future be written. What would she chose.
She was the fork...
She had disposed of the evidence. No one would know, at least for now.
Should she hide it. What should she do. Was she alone. Who will she tell.
I'm not doing to point out each one, but perhaps some of these many
questions should have question marks. :-)
Hotaru eyes burst open and she bolted up with power rarely vested in her
Hotaru's eyes...
She had to locate him. She had to find Saotome Ranma.
Ukyou: Get in line, honey!
I have to agree with Jeniam that the number of intentional grammar errors
is a bit high. Or, at least, it's hard to know that they're stylistic and
intentional without other sections with good grammar to compare to.
PS: A "brownie point," and potential cameo to the person(s) who correctly
guess what she is thinking about. ; )
Uuhh, Ranma also washed his sailor fuku with a red sweater and turned it
pink? ;-)
Jim