Name: 'The truth about Ami', chapter 10
Author: Cony
E-mail adress: rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl
Rated: PG-13 (for some swearing and violence)
Stuff at bottom.
They were at the door of that misterious girl that had entered the hospital
hours ago. Weirds seem to call each other, was what one of them thought.
The other nurse, a brunnette that somehow remembered them of a younger
Makoto, only had one thought on her mind: .
The girls were speechless. How in the name of the Moon were there going to
explain Mercury's prescense in there?. It was easy to bring up an excuse
for them, but what about a Senshi?. She suddenly felt ill and went to a
hospital?. Not even the foolest of the human beings would believe *that*,
looking at the energy and power Mercury seemed to be surrounded in. Pain
and sickness were two words that just didn't go with her at that time.
Besides, she should've gone to the main hall, and not into one of the
farther away corridors of the building.
But, the problem was being taken care of. As they tried to think of
something to say, a deep, low voice echoed through their ears. "Sleep.
Sleep. You won't remember anything when you wake up. Close your eyes, and
sleep". The nurses were dozing off, their eyes closing by the moment. They
finally surrendered to the spell, and fell to the floor, completely aslept.
Everyone was gasping. Six heads turned back, and looked at Hiroshi. The
voica had being a man's one, and *certainly* not Mamoru's, so that only
left him on the list. And actually, it *was* him the one who had done that.
His eyes were half closed, and almost black, so dark was the green on them.
The voice had been low and deep, not his usual sing-song one. His hair was
floating by an unknown power and was just returning to rest again on his
forehead, the loose bangs slowly descending to their original position. He
seemed to awaken from a dream, as his eyes fluttered completely open. Reiko
touched his shoulder. "Ok, honey?". "Fine Reiko. Just harder than I
thought". Mamoru blinked several times, looking at the sleeping nurses and
then at Hiroshi. "What did you just do?". "I just put them to sleep. We
don't need police after us, now do we?. Makoto brushed her eyes, not
believing what had just happened. "Hiroshi-san, you're gonna have to do a
lot of explaining about your powers", was what she said, crossing her arms
over her chest. He shrugged and said: "Sure. But let's first go somewhere
else". They walked to the window, and opened it. They changed into the
Sailor Senshi and their protector, Tuxedo Kamen, to then jump into the
morning sky.
Sailor Moon jumped gracefully from roof to roof, everytime hearing Tuxedo
Kamen's fluttering cape, Mars' high heels tip-top on the hard roof tops,
the dry click of Jupiter's short boots and the similar to the fire one's
yet different tick-tack of Venus' heels too. Suddenly, a strong wind
lifted, as if a bullet train had just passed by her side. She saw nothing,
the wind appeared to be coming from nowhere. She saw her pigtails flying in
front of her, and felt her skirt going up and up. A few muffled cries were
heard behind her, and she knew the others had felt it too. "What was
that?", she asked, never stopping her jumping, and barely turning her head
sidewards. "Serenity knows" came the light angered reply, which she
indentified as Mars'. "Hey, Mercury, think you can find out?". Silence. No
answer came. "Merucry?". Moon turned her heard backwards, and saw a red
blur, a green one, a black one and a yellow one. And that was it. No blue,
no other thing that would indicate wheer Hiroshi or Mercury were.
There was no one else behind them, but the Senshi she had already seen.
Reiko and Hiroshi were missing. "Where are they?", she asked, trying to
make her friends hear her. "They were just behind me!", said Venus, who was
the last one and closed the march. They hadn't stoped nor slowed down, but
were truly beginning to worry. Moon was about to order eveyone to stop, and
search for the couple when a low and barely heareable voice made her stop
thinking: "Hey . . . hurry up!". She searched the horizon behind Venus, as
did everyone, but not a single leaf was moving. The voice had been from
Hiroshi, but the source of it was missing. "Where are you?", asked Moon,
feeling a little silly for talking into thin air. She was just relaying on
her legs not to fall, since her head was completely turned backwards.
"Here!. Turn around!", This time, it was Mercury.
She turned her head to it's correct position, and what she saw made her
gasp in amazement. In front of her *and* all of them, more than a hundred
meters away, standing over a pair of antennas that only God knows how
handled their weights, because they were thinner that Usagi's arm, were the
missing pair. She heard four gasps behind her, and knew the other Senshi
had seen them too. "How . . . how did you do that?". "Do what?", was the
faraway reply. "That. How did you move so fast?". "Fast?. We were just
moving at normal speed. You're the ones moving slow", said Mercury. "Hey
girl, you know perfectly well how fast we can go, and you know we were
moving very quickly. Then how could you get in front of us?". Hiroshi
grinned, and said: "Watch". He then looked at Reiko. A bare eye-blink
passed throught hem, and although it didn't mean anything to the surprised
group, it mean quite a lot for the couple. They seemed to crouch over the
antennas, as if preparing for a high jump . . . and then dissapeared.
Just like that. A second before they were standing over there, and thent he
only sign that it hadn't been an illusion was the quivering of the electric
poles. Usagi looked and searched for them, until something blocked her
view. At first, she though it was a lef, but leaves don't have eyes, now do
they?. Less blue ones . . . blue ones sparkling with wicked amusement. She
took a step bacwards, and saw that what she had thought was true. Reiko was
just in front of her, a devilish smile curving her lips. She tumbled
bacwards, unsure of what to do. Unluckily for her, there was a loose piece
of stone, and her foot caught just into it. She fell, a shriek escaping her
lips. But, her cry was cut short, when someone grabbed her arms and made
her stand up. She looked behind her, ready to thank whom she knew was
responsible for her savior, when she noticed that Mamoru's eyes had turned
green?. She might have had a balance loss, but she would never misplace her
Mamo-chan's eyes!. She focused her gaze better, and gasped as she realised
it was Hiroshi the one who was holding her.
"How . . . how did you . . . how could you . . .?". He grinned, and told
her: "We had to ran fast remember?. We didn't want to be caught because of
our slowness. And now that we both have superpowers, our speed has
increased a thousand fold. Everyoen felt us. Felt that wind that surprised
you so much?. It was us. We passed right by your side". He helped her up,
and Usagi brushed her skirt, with just a bare touch of her hand making
every wrinkle dissapear. Jupiter asked: "But . . . Mercury . . . you didn't
have that speed a few months ago. I remember you always ran by my side, and
you never seemed to be stopping yourself". The adressed Senshi smiled, and
shrugged: "I couldn't let you know about that, now did I?. I was just
pretending".
"But . . . AHHH!. All these is too confusing. Reiko, you and I need to sit
down, relax, and talk about all this mess!!" said Rei, her arms grabbing
her forehead and rubbing it while she closed her eyes. "Let's go then",
answered Mercury. "As a matter of fact, *where* are we going?", asked
Mamoru, one of the less surprised. He had seen so many strange thins during
his life, that he was less amazeable than the rest. But, Mercury and
Hiroshi had proven to be quite a handful of surprises by now, so his mind
was open to weird and unnatural things. Mercury answered him: "Well, I
thought my house would be fine". Everyone nodded, and resumed their
jumping, this time the Senshi of Ice and the former secret spy stayed with
them all the way. Though sometimes they went wild and speeded up, they kept
more or less by the rest. Reiko's house was near, and they arrived there in
no time. Getting inside through the front door, they sat on the living
room, and the talking started.
"So, now that we're here, Reiko-chan, please tell us what happened after
the accident". She sighed, and closed her eyes. She let herself fall to the
couch, and relaxed into the soft fabric. No one talked, waiting patiently
for her to start. The first thing she did though, was to lightly press the
brooch on the center of her chest-ribbon, and her Mercury fuku dissapeared.
But, not as everyone had expected, she wasn't wearing the hospital robe,
but a pair of light-blue jeans, and a short and loose white T-shirt. For
everyone, it was quite difficult to asimilate how she looked wearing those
clothes. They had never seen her in anything that wasn't a skirt, long or
short. But, as they had just discovered, pants seemed to fit her perfectly.
The rest de-transformed too, and the silence continued. Then, she broke it.
"Do I really have to?". Hiroshi understood how painful it would be for her
to reveal and re-live those events again, but he also knew it was
necessary.
He put an arm on her shoulders, giving her the comfor she needed. "Yes. I
need to know what happened, to see if what I believe is true". She sighed
again, deeper this time, as if she was putting together the energy she
needed to unlock those painful memories and share them with the group.
"Funny you know. I had always longed for this to happen. To be able to tell
you all about my past, to uncover the truth for you . . . and now that that
moment has finally arrived, I can't seem to find words to explain how I
feel . . .". Minako gave her a friendly pat on her shoulder, and said:
"Hey, worry not Reiko-chan. You have all the time you need. Just take your
time. Remember, good things came to those who pay!". Reiko got a huge
sweatdrop on her head, and the others looked to the ground, wondering if
their blonde friend was ever going to understand. "Mina-chan, that saying
goes 'good things come to those who wait'". Minako got thoughtful with
that, and then just shrugged it off. "The same, the same. You got what I
meant". "I was actually wondering what did that saying had to do on this
case". The blonde stood up, and sat again. "Uhh . . . well . . . I dunno .
. just start already Reiko!".
The blue haired girl nodded, that jocking moment breaking the tension
inside her. "Sure. You'll have to excuse me if I get a little to slow or if
I stop talking suddenly. You've got some very sad and stressing story
coming. After Hiroshi here left me aslept on the floor, and stupidly jumped
into danger, the worst part of my life started . . ."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I wonder if every girl feels this way at some time in her life. I would
like to know that I'm not the only one who feels like this. I believe that
in some time in history, some girl has truly wanted to kill and kiss her
love, all at the same time. But, it can't be done. At least on my case. I
can't do any of those things, because I don't even know where I am. I feel
sedated, tired, confused, and above all, angry. Yes. Angry. Angry at him,
for being so stupid. Angry for me never realising what he was doing, and to
let that silly sedative take over me. I feel useless . . . I feel dizzy. .
I feel . . . something cold pressed against my arm.
What can it be?. It's cold and hard, as if it was a piece of metal.
Although I'm feeling quite happy where ever I am now, I force myself to
leave unconsciousness. A thundering order of my brain makes my mind come
back to life, and I hear a groan near. I am surprised when I realise it's
me. I'm the one who's groaning. I make myself stop. Someone or something is
moving around me. I feel steps, runs and voices. The, for some reason I
can't understand, I'm left alone again. No sound is heard, except for a
continuos beeping and my own breathing. All I want to do is submerge myself
on the endless horizon of uncosciousness again, but I know that's not an
option. I need to know where I am. And for that, the first thing I need to
do is open my eyes. I move my eye lids slowly, trying not to strain anymore
my already abused of eyes. I feel weak . . . but I fight it back. I must
recover. Inmediatly. Right away. NOW!.
I open my eyes suddenly, my senses right and clear, although still a bit
dazed. I quickly scan the room, looking for any danger that might be there,
but there's nothing. Just a window, a sofa, a night table, and a door. I
feel as if I had slept for about a day or two. I wonder what in the name of
God did Hiroshi gave me?. Never anything that I had drank, eaten, smelled
or have been inyected with had caused me to sleep more than five hours.
Yes, I’ve had a training on that too. I need to have the ability to resist
high poisons and sedatives, so that our enemies couldn’t kill me or get me
down so easily.
But then, I notice something strange on my head. I can’t see through one
eye. As a matter of fact, I can’t even open it. I raise my hand, and
carefully slid it down my face. On the right side, just soft skin, but on
the left one, a mass of muslin and bandages that cover half of my head. I
also see that my right hand is bandaged too. What happened?. Where am I?.
Why am I so injured?. Many questions pop in my head, but no one is there to
answer me.
I look around, and see I’m connected to several machines. A respirator is
on my mouth, which I jank off quickly. I take a few deep breaths, savoring
the taste of real air. On my free arm, a plumb is pasted with a bit of
sticky-tape. I feel the low beep-beep of a machine nearby, which I know is
monitoring my heart. A bag of serum is hanging over me, and connected to my
arm too. I don’t like this. It feels as if I was tied up. So, the first
thing I do, is take my left hand and start pulling all those layers of
cloth out of it. It’s hard. They are very glued and pasted together, and I
have no more help than my left hand (which I now thank Hiroshi for teaching
me to use it as well as the right one) and my teeth. After a lot of
swearing, pulling and ripping, I’ve finally freed my it. As far as I can
see, there’s nothing wrong with it. I slowly try to move my fingers, and
each and everyone of them work just fine. I now move my wrist, expecting to
feel some sort of pain, but nothing happens. It’s just a bit sore, and that
gives me the clue that I’ve been on this hospital for more than just "a day
or two". It takes at least four or five days for a part of your body to get
sore. Before that, it works normally.
Now that my arms are free, I need to pull off these plumbs. I know how to
do it and avoid bleeding to death. Hiroshi taught me. I jank off quickly
the serum and the plastic circles pasted on my chest. The beep stops
inmediatly. But, that’s not what worries me now. What I’m concerned about
is the bleeding on my arm. I grab the sheets, and with my fingernails, ripp
off a piece. Then, I put it over the injury, press it first and then tie it
firmly, not caring about the red stain that appears on it. When I’m
satisfied about the knot, I put my arm up in a 180 degree angle with my
shoulder. That way, the blood will go down, and the bleeding will soon
stop. It does, and now I can worry about other stuff, such as my head.
This thing on my head isn’t very comfortable either. Using my now both free
hands, I pull off the fastener, and start taking the bandage off too. It
goes all around my head, several times. I’m beggining to freak as I try to
think of the less damage that I could have on my head that it was necessary
so much amount of cloth on it. When the bandage finally comes out
completely, I take a deep breath before slowly raising my hands and start
touching. I had expected to discover my hair had been cut, but no, it’s
still there, and even the same length!. What a weird hospital this is to
keep a patient with long hair. It’s one the first things they do when taken
to a medical center. If your hair is as long as mine, they cut it up to
your shoulders, so it won’t interfere with the surgery, plumbs, bandages,
etc.
My trembling hands now reach for my forehead. Nothing. Soft, plain skin as
usual. Then, my eye. As soon as the cloth fell, I could open it, and I
could see clearly, not even a bit blurred. My cheek-bone. It’s there. My
cheek. Nothing wrong with it. I am so surprised at this, that before I know
what I’m doing, I bring my hand back, and lightly brush it against the side
of my neck. God, what a mistake that was!. Inmediatly, a burning pain
spreads through all of my body, making me stiffen and bite my lips hard for
not screaming. It’s as if a million of needles were being pushed into my
body, on every single part of it. But then, the sensation fades, to be
replaced with another type of pain. Now, it’s as if I was being burned
alive. I can see the burning ashes over my skin, slowly burning me into
death. I then realise they’re not ashes, but little red dots I have on my
gaze. They are the result of what I’m feeling. Finally, I can’t stand it
anymore. Tears come out of my eyes, and I open my mouth to scream when . .
it ends. As if I had pressed the right button. It just stopped. I
could’ve believed it was an ilusion, but my tears were there, and that was
enough proof to me.
What did I have on my neck?. Nothing, not even the worst of injures could
give so much pain with just a bare touch. My hands remain on my lap, not
daring to even go up my chest. I’m gasping, my body aches all over, as if
it was a small repetition of what I had just gone through. I’m senseless
now though, I can’t feel anything. The sensation was so much it overloaded
every nerve on my structure, and now I’m as sensible as a rock. I could
receive a speeding bullet right into my heart and I wouldn’t even know it.
Air. I need air. I am breathing openly mouthed now, trying to get as much
air into my lungs as I can. It’s the only way of recovering after *that*.
Sweat rans down my forehead, mixing with my tears. My hands clutched
together on my chest, so tight my knuckles are white. My head bends down,
and I look at the whiteness of the sheets, really not seen them. Red spots
still dance in front of me, and I blink trying to make them go away.
Soon, I’m feeling better. My nerves seem to awaken, and I feel as my
muscles start aching. That’s a good sign. It means I recovered my
sensitivity. When the pain has subsided completely, I calm down. I realise
that whatever happened just now, is something that could happen again if I
just brushed my neck again. I thank now that the hospital robe I’m wearing
is collar-less. I look in front of me, and see the medical report hanging
from the bed. I crawl up until I can reach it, and pick it up. My eyes look
at it, not believing what I read:
Name: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female.
Parents or family: Unknown
Status: Third degree burns on head and arms. In coma
for over three weeks now.
Vital signs: weak.
Hope of surviving: NONE.
To be continued . . . .
Author notes:
Hmmm!. Where is she?. What happened?. Will she get out?. Find out
next, on chapter 11!.
Things get rolling from now on, this was just a set for what's to
come. Action-packed chapters ahead!. (Well, as much action as I can write!).
E-mail me what you think . . . I'sure you've got pretty interesting things
to
tell me, don't you?. DON'T YOU?. The adress is above!.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi and other big companies,
and CERTAINLY not to me. It doesn't matter how much I want!. Bye!
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Name: 'The truth about Ami', chapter 11
Author: Cony
E-mail adress: rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl
Rated: PG-13 8for some violence and swearing)
Stuff at bottom.
I look at my arm, and into the mirror over the wall. I see not a single
scar on my face, less any hints that it was sometime burnt enough to kill
me. My arm doesn’t even look tanned. In the mirror, the same face I
remember looks back at me. I pass my hand through my cheeks, fearing about
my neck. Nothing. As soft as I remember it to be. Then, what happened?. If
I had third degree burns, was in coma for a week . . . where did all the
normal sypmtoms go?. I should feel dizzy, which I’m not. I should be kinda
groggy, but I’m perfectly well. I should have a scar of the surgery, which
I don’t. Even the dumbest doctor in the world wouldn’t mistake *that* kind
of symptoms . . . then what happened? I forget about all these questions
when I see what I think caused that horrible pain. As I look at myself on
the mirror, I see something on my neck. It’s a red spot, no bigger than a
yen, but it’s there. I move carefully, lifting my hair so I can see better.
It’s on the middle of the neck. It’s as if I had been implanted with
something . . . but there are no strange swelling on any near part.
Only then do I realise that I’m in great danger. Any nurse could come in
here and see me, and I don’t even wanna think about what would happen. My
injures healed by miracle, I being out of coma . . . questions that even
*I* can’t answer. I bet I would be called the Medical Miracle. And
publicity is something I don’t want now. Oh, God!. I hear steps coming. I
have nowhere to hide, there’s no time . . . the door opens, and a young
nurse enters. She doesn’t see me at first. Then, when she looks at the bed
and sees it empty, she looks around and her eyes land on me. What a show I
must be. Bare-footed, wearing the hospital robe, with my hair uncombed,
with no plumbs or bandages, a piece of cloth tied around my arms, as red as
a ripped tomato, and most of all, awake. She says nothing, just stares at
me with a bewildered look. "How . . . you’re . . . impossible . . .", is
what she tries to say. My mind works fast trying to find an excuse, when I
see the perfect way of escaping unnoticed. I can’t just leave wearing this
robe. It’s greenish color is unmistakeable. But, she’s about the same size
I am . . . and she’s alone . . . and scared . . . I grin openly, trying to
make her feel better. "Don’t worry. It’ll be Ok", I say. And then, I jump
forward, and before she can react, I hit her. She inmediatly falls
unconscious, and lands heavily on the floor I close the door, and pull her
near the bed. I strip her off her clothes, and put them on. They fit me
quite well, and the little hat she was wearing serves to hide the mess of
my hair.
I wash my face, and breath deeply before I go out the door. No one is on
the corridor. I ran quickly to the other side, and I’m abut to reach for
the stairs when a female voice reaches my ears: "Haruno-san, where are you
going?". I stop, but don’t turn around. "You know it isn’t lunch time yet,
so come on, get back in here". I remain quiet. "Hey girl, are you Ok?". I
don’t move, thinking of what to do. "Haruno-san, since when did you dye
your hair?. Haru . . . you’re not Haruno!. Security!". Damm. There goes my
nice and quiet escapade. I forget all about silence, and ran through the
stairs, leaving the building with the police cries behind me. I loose them
quickly. Seems I haven’t lost all my abilities after all.
I hide behind a corner, smiling at myself. It’s very early in the morning,
about seven or seven and a half, and not many people are on the streets.
That’s weird. I wonder what day of the weeks it is. And then, I see a
newspaper on the floor. Someone must have dropped it. It’s brand new,
because it isn’t wrinkled or dirty. I pick it up, and the first thing I do
is read the date. May, 13, 199X. May 13??. I was in coma more than three
weeks!. About a month more or less!!. Then where was I those two or three
days?. Everything is so strange . . . the headlines catch my attention, as
I see a familiar picture on it. It's a picture of me!. I seem to be
fainted, and laying on the floor. "MISTERIOUS GIRL FOUND UNCONCIOUS STILL
IN COMA". I start reading, and I gasp as I see that yes, it was what I had
feared. They’re talking about me. I read carefully, drinking in every
detail:
"The misterious girl that was found in dowtown Tokyo is
still on the hospital. Doctors say her possibilities of
survival are none, because of the injures she received and
the deep coma she is in. It seems she could be a witness of
the Kimiko factory's fire and consecuent destruction, which
until now, the police is unable explain the origin of. Her
injures were the result of her being too close to some type
of fire, but the coma that affects her is something that
can’t be explained. The girl has no indentity, known adress
or relatives. She’s a mistery to everyone. Some firemen that
arrived at the scene of the destruction of the Kimiko Inc.
factory claim to have seen here laying there, but there are
no proofs of that. They say an ambulance came and took her
away. But, where was she all that time?. Please remember
that
the fire on the Kimiko factory ocurred more than three weeks
ago, and the girl appeared two days later. Where was she
those days?. Why didn’t she appear earlier?. Where did she
go?. Those are questions we can’t answer now, but we will
soon discover".
I was so surprised. I had been walking around, with no memory for two
days?. That didn’t seem possible. Someone must have taken me someplace, and
then left me so that the police would find me and take me a hospital. That
was so bizarre. But not impossible. Yes, it could’ve happened . . . .
specially if it involves me . . . the agency . . . but . . . I've seen so
many strange things done by them, that I grin as I try to imagine what
could they have used me for . . . .
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Reiko finished talking. Her eyes closed, and she leaned backwards, relaxing
on the couch. Hiroshi’s arm was over her shoulder, and she cuddled against
him like a little girl. He hugged her, trying to make those ugly memories
go away. "So, what I had discovered was true", was all he said, breaking
the silence that had set on the room. Reiko opened her eyes, and looking up
at him, said: "Discovered?. what are you talking about?". "Well, you see,
since I recovered, I have been looking for you. I searched every hospital,
every police office, every place I thought you could be in . . . but I
found nothing. No girl of your age had entered any of those . . . and now I
know why".
Makoto looked at him questioningly. "You know?. Then please, tell us what
happened, ‘cause I don’t get anything!". Hiroshi smiled, and answered:
"After I healed, I returned to the agency, and managed to enter without
anyone noticing me. I went into the secret files, trying to see if they had
found out anything about you (and I knew they had. They alway knew
everything there was to know about everything). While checking through some
files, I came into one called. 'Project Reiko'. Unsual name, specially
having your name on it, sweetie. So, I took it, and left. I had a feeling
that whatever had happened to both of us at the factory wasn't a casualty,
that they had planned everything. And it was. It had been a set-up. When I
read that file, I knew my feeling was true. So, as soon as I arrived home,
I made sure no one had followed me, and opened it. I was so surprised by
what I saw that I inmdediatly tried to contact you, Reiko. But I had taught
you well, and you had dissapeared from sight . . . even the agency couldn’t
find you . . . and that was something no one else had ever done before".
Reiko loked at him. "What did that folder say about me?". Hiroshi sighed,
and answered: "It’s very painful to remember. What I am about to say will
make you see clearly in what we were really working. Project Reiko was a
project that the agency had developed to make the perfect warrior. One that
would obey orders without thinking; one that had no emotions, one that
could be controlled by them like a puppet. One that could stand helling
heat, freezing cold, speeding bullets and physical attacks. But, it also
had to have beauty, to charm and enchant the enemies; intelligence so it
wouldn't be just another robot, and human reflexes. And why, do you ask, it
had your name?. Because you were the guinea pig they used. Yes, they were
doing an experiment on you, and neither of us realised it. Even since you
were brought to that room underground, where we first met; when you
accepted entering the agency, when your training started . . . at that time
they had been looking for the perfect subject to try their experiments on.
And when you arrived, they saw you were perfect. They started what they
called the process of insemination. That means that ever since you started
your training, they started introducing small quantities of a new substance
in your food. That substance was suppose to put you under their control.
But, it seems you were tougher than they had thought. You never experienced
the symptoms, and so they finally decided to do it the hard way. They sent
us in that kamikaze mission, on where the spinsters had permission to shoot
and kill me, but not to hurt you. If we had both gone into that factory, I
would’ve surely died, and you would’ve survived. But, we seemed to have
altered their plans when I took you down. They managed to get you anyhow,
and took you to their lab. The sedative I had given you wasn’t strong, but
in there they gave you something that took you to the brink of death. You
literally were in the doors of the next life.
To perform their experiment, they needed you to be almost dead, so that
your inmunological system wouldn’t react on what they were going to do.
They had constructed the tiniest mind-controller that had ever been built,
and they had done so in the shape of a black crystal, no bigger that my
little finger. What they did was open your skin, by your neck, and implant
you that little thing. It had never been tested, it was the first time it
was tried on a human being, but they had great expectatives on you. The
process lasted a day, but they kept you two more under their scientists
obervations, so they could see what effects did the controller had on you.
When they literally returned you to life, the devise seemed to have caused
a complete breakdown, because you never woke up. You had entered a coma,
and the scientists couldn’t make any tests if you weren’t conscious.
They weren’t the best doctors, because while implating you that thing, they
made a mistake, and they burnt your head and arm. They decided to leave you
like that for two reasons: One, it explained that you had been in some sort
of accident. That way, they could return you to society with an easy
explanation of where had you been. And two, because if you were as
desfigurated as you would end, you would be controlled easier. They thought
your self steem will dive down to the floor, and that's the moment on which
they would start commanding you. So, they left you on the door of the Tokyo
Central hospital, where you were taken to surgery inmediatly, and the
doctors tried their best to save you. But, the burns were too deep, and
finally they quitted. They put you in a bed, and left you there, waiting
for any relatives of yours to appear, or for you to wake up. But, none of
that things happened, and you coma went on and on. Three weeks passed and
you continued unconscious. They had decided that if you didn’t wake up or
some relative showed up by the fourth week they would disconnect you.
Luckily for you, you *did* wake up.
Your injures were healed by your Mercury powers, which were always latent
on you, eventhough you never knew until long after. That was one of the
major fails on the agency's plan . . . not that they could've expected it
anyhow. So, that red mark you had on your neck was the scar of the mind
controller you had on you, and you never felt it. You escaped the hospital,
and the agency lost all track of you. They didn’t quit looking for you,
they needed you to fullfill their experiment. But you had just vanished
from Earth. The last note on the folder said that until you appeared or
were found, the project was closed".
Rei had a thoughful expression, and asked: "So that was what you did at the
cliffs. You extracted the devise from her, didn’t you?". "Yes. I knew how
to do it by reading that file". Mamoru was awed. "You mean they actually
controlled her from distance?". Hiroshi smiled, and pride was evident on
that grin. "No. They couldn’t. They tried several times to make her return
to them by controlling her, but it never worked. Why?. The only explanation
I can think of is that her Mercury form and her great will power were
interrupting the signal and somehow cut short the order. So, the device
went crazy, and started sending her weird thoughts. It made depression take
over her, and that, added to the continous sadness she felt, made her mind
go suicidal. And that was why she decided to kill herself. And why she hurt
you so badly and treated you so harshly. She just wasn’t being herself".
Reiko spoke for the first time since Hiroshi had told them what had
happened. "You mean that I actually had a metal thing inside me, and that
was what caused me to try to jump?". "Yep". Reiko slowly carresed ner neck,
not believing that she had been controlled by a thing . . . it was out of
this world. That spot she had had there had slowly dissapered with time,
and the pain only returned once, when she accidenty brushed her shirt
collar into it. But, that was soon forgotten too . . . now that she thought
of it, there were sometimes on which she did things she didn't want to, as
if something was making her do so . . . and now she understood why.
Everything seemed so clear now . . . those head aches she sometimes got,
that appeared to have no explainable cause . . . the crick her neck always
got when moved it unexpectedly . . . the blurred vision she got when she
turned her neck too much . . . everything was being explained as she
realised her life wouldn't be the same from now on . . . and not just
because she no longer had that mind controller on her, but because of
everything that had happened that day.
"Man, this was a day full of surprises", she said, looking around. "Aha",
was the general comment. They all fell silent, not quite knowing what to
say. Since there was no noise inside the room, they started listening to
the outside noises. Some birds were singing, announcing the day's
beginning. A low rustle on the entrance's bushes indicated them that a cat
was walking nearby. At least, that was what everyone thought, except for
Reiko and Hiroshi. Their heads bolted up inmediatly, a panicked look on
their eyes. "It can't be . . ." was what Hiroshi said, his vocie showing
(if that was possible), more fear than his eyes. Reiko was squeezing his
hand tighly, her body trembling in horror.
"Please . . . no . . .". her whisper chilled everyone; they didn't know
what was going on, but if both of them really felt the fear they were
showing, they were in deep trouble. "What's happening?", asked Rei, looking
around to try and identify the cause of the fuss. But, nothing appeared to
be wrong; not even the wind was blowing. "They are here . . ." was the only
thing Reiko could say before all hell broke loose.
To be continued . . . .
Author notes:
Finished!!. Chapter 11 is finished!!. Wow!, I never thought this
story would get so long!. Originally, it should've had 5 or 6 chapters!.
I knew I said on chapter 10 there would be action, but hey!, I
had some explaining to do!. And it got longer, and longer, and longer, until
I had to cut it into a separate chapter!. But I promise, chapter 12 will be
full of action . . . hey!, just look at the end phrase of this one!.
E-mail me with your C&C, they'll be more than welcome!. The adress
is
above, but in case you didn't see it, here it is again:
rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl
I've got this loong list of people I've got to say 'thank you' to, but if I
did,
it'd be boring, so I'll just mention some of them. First of all, my biggest
thanks goes to Schuckman, who wrote to me such a wonderful mail it made me
blush!!. I've never been so flattered in my whole life . . . the only
problem
is, that letter got my ego up to the clouds!!. But hey, what's wrong with
that?. Thanks a lot for writing, you sure made my day!!.
Then, also my thanks to Joshua, Rwwells and Ophe, who just keep
telling me what a wonderful story this is, and trust me on this, they're
making me believe it!!.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, I'm just using
them for a while.
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