Tittle: Angel's Flight Chapter: 5 'Flicker of Hope' Author: Lady Hiko Email: ladyhiko@yahoo.com URL (if you're not there already): www.geocities.com/ladyhiko Rating: PG-13 For language, violence, and adult reference Disclaimer: I have not found a genie yet, therefore I do not own Sailor Moon. Yet if I did find a genie, I would not ask to own it, but for their world to be ours and be a part of it. ... o.O; Oh yeah, could you really imagine a Sailor Hiko? Yeah, right. So enough with my ramblings and on with the show. Upon practically falling from the sky, I came upon the most gruesome of sights. There before me lay Damion and Jarod piled upon one another in a single bloody heap. Something seemed odd about them, but I didn't have time to put my finger on it for I heard a vicious cackle off in the distance, one I could pick out from anywhere. "Alsessaly." The word flowed from my mouth like venom. My parents' murderer. I turned to face him, eyes ablaze with the eternal fire of hatred. I fell over in shock. There before me stood two, count them, two Alsessalys! One was of what he should have looked at this time, and one was much older, at least 19 years older I'd say, with a long gaping scar across his face left my own richeous saber. "How is this possible?!" I demanded, my eyes agape. "Oh it's quite simple really. It is the same reason why you and your friends exist in this past and that our dear rose odangoed friend can exist in a time before she was born, just like you. Doesn't it just frighten you that I can eliminate you so easily now by just with one foul swoop? Mommy Mars isn't as powerful as she was then, or should I say, how she would have been?" The scarred Alsessaly replied ever so smoothly. Still in bloodied wings, I sputtered on the ground, "Who did the? How did they?!" "Kill Damion and Jarod? That was even easier," replied the Alsessaly of this age. "The ones you see before you were still under our control at the time. Notice the silver uniforms? All we had to do was call them to service, and being the soldiers that they are, ahem were, they waltzed right into our trap." I stared down in mortification at the two men at my feet. "Awe, poor little miss Hino. How are you going to get yourself out of this situation without your little guardians helping you and you bleeding so badly? I think those wings are more of a hindrance than help. Oh well, more to our advantage," mocked the aged one as his gaze descended down upon me. My mind questioned this over and over as my mind began to float into an endless haze, me unable to will away those monstrosity wings. "I think I'll just maim you a little, my little bait," came that mocking voice of the aged one. "BRAND OF LUCIFER!" It hit me all at once. The overpowering binding electricity amongst the fervent flames. Heat and electricity coursed through my body, causing it writhe in pain, a blood curdling scream streaming from my lips. Never have I endured such pain and lived, much less remained conscious. "What have you done to me?!" I demanded laboriously. "Why I only used a brand. Anything further could have killed you, and it is not good to kill bait. You'd loose your usefulness, considering your mother doesn't know of your existence yet. I don't know, do you think I should let her in on our little secret Miss Hino?" "Don't use that name!" I bellowed, draining a large quantity of the little strength I had left. "Tsk, tsk...Such strong words from our little captive. I don't know, should I repay what you've done to my face, eh Bait?" mocked the aged one, rubbing his scar lucrudively. "Awe, but it wouldn't be fun to maim such a pretty face. She could of be of some very favorful amusement later," mused the young one, licking his lips in a disgusting manner, descending to cup my face in his rough hands. Thoroughly grossed, I used even more of the dwindling supply of energy I had and reeled back my neck. Hawk-put! The loogy splattered across his face. Angrily he reached up his right hand to wipe it off, followed immediately by a crack across my face. I had begun to see stars. "I don't thing our little bait has learned her lesson yet!" bellowed the young one as he once again floated back into mid air near to his brethren. "BRAND OF LUCIFER!" That old familiar pain shot up my form, my body buckling under the force, pelting me into the ground. My breathing became incredibly more laborious, each gasp for air becoming more pained than the last with not enough energy to let out a single scream. "That's better," spoke the young one, full of spite. And as sparks began to flash from the edges of my vision, I heard the sound of my savior. Never had a voice sound so beautiful to me. "How dare you attack a defenseless home? For that I will not forgive you! I am the pretty sailor suited soldier of love and justice, Sailor Moon! And on behalf of the moon, I will right all wrongs, and triumph over evil. And that means you!" Yes, I do believe that was the most beautiful sound I had heard in a long time, but... "Sailor Moon..." My voice sounded not of my own, all raspy and crackled as a whispered warning came from my lips. " Leave now...trap..." It's like as though she just realized I was there, for there she was, staring at me like a bug once again. But who wouldn't? I mean, how often is it that you see an odd senshi in bloodied wings being attacked by what seems to be a before and after grouping of men in a crater? Not often. "Who are you?" She asked, gazing at me inquisitively. "Run...now..." "No! Not with leaving a fellow senshi behind!" she spoke, determination evident in her voice as she turned to face an enemy she had never seen in her life. Boy did she not know what she was getting herself into. Lowering her scepter in aim at the 'terrible twins,' she yelled, "Moon Spiral Heart Attack!" The giant heart move flowed towards the Alsessalys in a seemingly endless beam and hit them full force. They didn't even move an inch. The aged one just floated there, giggling, "That tickled." "What the..." was Sailor Moon's only reply as Jupiter finished off her sentence with "Fuck?!" Mars just stood there, tracing the energy emitting from their forms. "Something is strange here...Only one seems to be of this time..." she spoke, nearly in a trance. "Their power! It's too high!" Yelled Mercury, as her computer seemed to be going haywire. Venus just stared as her jaw hung off its hinge. "What are we going to do Mercury, they're too powerful for me!" Sailor Moon whimpered on the verge of tears. "I don't know...without my computer..." Mercury whispered, the sound of defeat clearly evident in her voice. The senshi just turned to her, all staring in disbelief. Genius Ami not knowing the answer? Somebody call Molder and Skully, we have an X-file here! "Since you are not needed, Bait, I think it would be good to eliminate you now before you could cause anymore trouble...Rings of the inferno, come to my aid! I call upon the Fires of Rage!" It was like my life was going in slow motion, playing before me my life in others' eyes, the inferno chasing down upon me between frames. My 1st birthday, fireball getting nearer. My first meeting with Diana, Luna already dead. Heat intensifying. My eighth birthday...My parents death. A cloaked figure dashing before my eyes. The first time I met Damion...The first time I met Jarod...My sixteenth birthday...Damion and Jarod dead on the floor... "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" The cry sounded like a wounded animal, desperate for survival, not yet ready to die. Golden light burst from my form illuminating Tuxedo Mask trying to carry me away as the inferno descended down upon him. The golden light, my golden light, erupted from around us, pushing back the fires that descended down upon us, forcing back our attackers, slowly bringing life back to my guardians within distant places...causing my world to go black in a frenzy of pain and burning flesh. ~~~~ Rei ~~~~ The girl who lain before me, who had saved me, was well, a puzzle to me. How is it that such a small girl could emit such light? How could she feel so familiar? Hell, how could she confuse Ami's computer? Who are these men at her feet? They seem not familiar at all, but she does. What is it? What is it? What is it?! ... I'll consult the great fire later. .... Something's off, but what? ~*~*~*~*~ Angela ~*~*~*~*~ I wake up to mumblings at my head, and no longer am I lying on the floor, but on a bed. All the creatures in the world and all the beings at my bed are a blur. Where am I? What am I? Who am I and who are they? It all feels like some nightmare, but with pain added to the fear. Who is she? ... Who is she? ... Who is she? ... The whispers of the words echo through my head. An enemy? ... An enemy? ... An enemy? ... The whispered words overlap in my head, bouncing off the darkened walls of my mind. "No, I am not," is I want to reply, but my lips won't part. Who is she? ... The words just drift through my head as though they are only partially the thoughts of my own... almost as though I am in some one, some others' heads. Then reality sets in as I feel cold steel prodding me... A doctor. "Mi-Mizuno sensei...?" My lips do part and words I do utter. Metal clanks to the floor as I finally begin to see again. I only see blobs at first, indistinguishable shapes of color. "Y-yes..." The voice is familiar, and I want to call her mother though she is not my own. My eyes begin to clear and amidst the darkness I can make out a woman. Much older than I, blue hair cropped short, just like what you'd expect Ami to look, adding 25 or more years to her. But the light, oh it hurt, forcing me to close my eyes. The world comes tumbling down on me as I remember, remember everything. All the drilling, all the dreams late at night. Premonitions, memories, memories not of my own, still all unknown to me. My mission. "Must not let senshi die...not again..." the disorientated mumbling crept from my lips as I reached my arms out into the air, trying to grasp some reality, to know that I am not drifting back, back into the space between life and death that I delved in so much. Warm yet cool hands reached out and grasped mine. "Mi-Mizuno-san..." "Shhh...." She whispered, trying to soothe me. " I don't know how you know my name, yes-but yes it is me little one." Slowly breaking one hand from mine, she reached out of my sight and brought out a cloth, slowly pressing it to my forehead, tracing my mark. It stung and cooled at the same time. "Interesting mark you have here," she said in a soothing tone. "We found it after we removed your accessories, the ones we could that is. What does it mean?" "Mother...father..." I breathed, sweat still perspiring from my brow. "Your mother and father?" "Yessss..." I whispered, slipping off into a dreamless sleep. ```````` I awoke to sunshine, birds twittering in my ears. Opening my eyes I roped onto reality, gazing at my surroundings. Beeping machines all around me, twisting and turning in and out of me. The white walls, the mounted television set. It all could mean only one thing. I am in a hospital, and last night was not a dream. I look down to still see my trusty fuku still wrapped around me, and bandages wrapping around the top of it to attempt to add pressure to the gashes that were at my back. I doubt anyone would believe that was of my own doing...stupid wings. Still stiff, I pushed myself up in bed, getting a sudden head rush as soon as I sat up. Putting a hand up to still the pounding in my head, I gazed at all the tubes sticking in and out of me...how stupid they were. Cautiously taking my hand down from my head, I laid it on my lap, ripping the various tubes from my arm. Much better. I never really liked hospitals anyway. Placing a hand on the bed, I gingerly swung my legs over the side, loosing my balance and landing on the floor with a whump. Grasping my arms onto the side of the bed, I tried to pull myself up onto my sliding bare feet. Peering over the bed, I noticed that I was indeed not alone, and had to double take to make sure, for truly I thought I was seeing double. There before me lain two of each of my guardians, two in silver, and two still in their school uniforms, never having the chance to have transformed. Slipping and sliding, I pulled myself along the bed while on the verge of teetering and falling with each step until I made it to the bedside of my fallen comrade, Damion. He and Jarod looked so pale, but Damion was the palest of all. But one question remained within my mind as I took it all in. How did they remain alive with their past forms dead? ~*~*~*Author's notes*~*~*~ Okay, bad place to leave off, but the question was begging to be said...er answered. How did they remain alive with their past forms dead? *Lady Hiko steps in wearing a graduation cap and gown.* Let's let professor Hiko explain this. P. Hiko: (clears throat) Now we all know that in the SM world, if your past form is dead, so are you. Well...(twiddles thumbs and looks sheepishly at readers) there has to be a reason for Sailor Halos, right? Right?! Well, since if I say much more, I'll give too much away, let's just say Angela will be a little tired for quite a while. *P. Hiko leaves room* Okay, so I dodged the question, but if you're really nice to me, and won't kill me with flames, and of course email me, I might, might, tell you why...though you're probably smart to figure it out as it is. ~Lady Hiko ladyhiko@yahoo.com