| �Okay, the prose thing is getting stale, Greco. I�m doing this, and that�s final,� the redhead mumbled, rubbing her hands together, and looking out the car window at the dark cemetery. Enough of your insolent fits ... at present your powers have limits, a pretentious voice resonated in her head. What you speak of will do no good, or dull the pain that gnaws ... it will only sadden and disappoint, for it violates the natural laws. The girl scoffed, opening the car door, the cold December air attacking her body immediately. � From what you tell me...violating the natural laws is my specialty.� She stepped out into the night, her transformation wand appearing in her hand. She could feel his disapproval and worry as she walked away from the blue Cadillac, to the tall rusted gates. It hardly bothered her though. He was just a stupid spider. What the hell did he know about what she was feeling? The thought that anyone, even Greco, would presume to tell her what was best infuriated her. She had spent too much of her past letting people decide what was best. She glanced down at the silver stick in her hand, as it reflected the pale yellow light from a street lamp above her. She looked around slowly, and raised it above her head. �Scupltor Galaxia Power, Make-Up!� she yelled, and was immediately bathed in golden light. When it subsided, she was draped in her copper costume, and the cold suddenly didn�t bother her anymore. She bent her knees slightly, and pushed against the pavement below her. The icy wind blew against her face, then against the back of her head as she landed on the other side of fence. Sailor Sculptor was suddenly running, gray marble slabs blazing past her, as she darted through and around them. She could�ve have made it there with her eyes closed. Her legs pumped harder, as she attained a speed that only the best of Olympic runners reach, soon surpassing even that. She ran up the small grassy knoll, down past the old mausoleum, until she reached her destination; a small cluster of graves tucked behind a big oak tree. She finally stopped at the one closest to cemetery wall. Mahoney 1980-1998 Beloved Son She looked down at the epitaph, the old emotions that she tucked away flooding to the surface. She hadn�t been here since she discovered her...new life. Now she could finally do something. Adam shouldn�t be dead. That wasn�t violating a natural law; that was just plain common sense. She would finally set things right, she thought, as she lifted two fingers into the air. The tips suddenly ignited in a flash of golden energy. She slowly bought them down, until she was pointing at the grave. �World Revolution...� she whispered, spreading all her fingers open. A volley of yellow rings sprang forth, striking the earth below her. Her mantra couldn�t have been more true at that moment; she felt all of nature and reality coming against her. She pushed harder, gripping something strong that hid deep within her. Two icy droplets streamed down her cheeks as the earth began to yawn open, until a filthy coffin rose up from the darkness. It floated in front of her, a tangible hope for a happier tomorrow. Please, Sculptor prayed to no one in particular. Please give me the strength. I need him back so badly. Her muscles throbbed, a burning knife of agony seared through her head, and she pushed harder. He felt him stir within the wooden box. She was Sailor Sculptor. Reality was nothing but a compromise. The coffin suddenly melted away, revealing the body within. She felt life beginning once again. It was working. Adam would be fine. She would be fine. His body suddenly became vertical, and his feet once again touched solid ground. His eyes opened, and she became lost in that pale gray all over again. Both their bodies were shimmering with light. �Adam...� she tried her best to smile, but the pain of concentration was overwhelming. He said nothing, but only stared back at her with that blankly. He had never stared at her like that. Never. But he was now...because he was dead. His body was alive, but the soul that she had loved was gone. And she hurt all over. Her grip began to slip. �I love you,� she mouthed, reaching out with a trembling hand to touch his cheek. His complexion suddenly grew pale and sunken, his skin wrinkling, and his body shriveled. She let out a sob, as he suddenly flew backward into a sleeping position, the coffin appearing and enclosing him forever. The coffin dropped quickly back into the ground, and the earth swallowed it down once again. Everything had returned to the way it was. The law had been obeyed. She fell to her knees, out of fatigue and anguish. She screamed and cried, embracing the tombstone before her. World Revolution...tonight the world had won. |