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The attack started when Alessa began shaking the door’s handle. All doors seem to be insanely hard to open when you’re in a hurry. Monsters also seem to always go too fast, even when they were injured. “Help! For the love of God, open! Help!”
The poles started shaking. The youma roared again, its muzzle twisting in a disturbing way until it showed a slasher grin. And then, the poles took off, taking the lion’s back end with them. If Alessa had still doubted her cheap bracelet was made out of metal, she had her answer right then; the doors’ metallic frame shook again, and the magnetic field attracted Alessa’s bracelet upwards as well. Her arm accompanied the movement.
The girl’s surprise didn’t last, as the lion, hanging upside down, angrily scratched the hand he could reach.
“Yeeowch!” cried the brunette, readily defeating the force of magnetism and removing her hand from his reach to burrow it in her sweater. She jumped back, flattening against the wall sporting the huge colourful and happy poster of some new kids’ movie. Her palm had a bleeding gap in it, her middle finger was cut in the middle, and her calf brushing against the wall reminded her she had other bruises. It was starting to be a bit too much for her to handle, and some tears started streaming on her face.
Something was tugging her shoulder, though.
With the help of her cell inside, her handbag was floating upwards. She dragged it down by the strap with her intact hand, much like a balloon.

The velvet ropes weren’t magnetized in any way, and gravity helped release the monster from them. The outcome wasn’t too favourable to him, however; as his last misshapen leg slipped from the red ropes, he landed on his forehead with a loud THUNK mixed with a bit of crack.

Looks like it hurt. As planned, however, the poles eventually fell down (as well as the bag) one by one, neatly around the creature, safe for one that just bounced on his butt and crashed through the nearby glass door. Thunk thunk thunk bump crash thunk. “Hah-aaahhhhh I-I’m still a-alive?” stuttered the poor soul who was trying to make sense out of everything that had happened during the last 5 minutes now that she had a very vague sense of safety again.

It was just like a bad dream. Monsters weren’t supposed to vanish this way, unless they didn’t really exist in the first place. But damages, wounds, they all seemed completely real to the confused Alessa. Maybe she never quite woke up this morning, and she was dreaming nonsensical nightmares related to the actuality. But dreams weren’t supposed to hurt like that, and everything looked so consistent, though so surrealistic.

Previously white and red, the sweater had become progressively less immaculate and more crimson over the minute. Alessa lifted her right hand in reflex, as if to shake hands with her saviour, but the gaping, stinging wound reminded her of the details of the consequences, and she immediately put it back on her stomach. “I-it’s okay, I’ll be fine, I s-swear…”
She wiped her last tears with her left arm. It’s true, there was no reason to cry anymore. She didn’t have to alert the girl who probably had much important things to deal with on her own. “Are you alright?” she asked. A short silence. “Say... you’re not an actor, are you? This had nothing to do with advertising, does it?” Up until this afternoon, she believed these weird events were little more than a buzz. Although she was just proven wrong, the student needed a clear answer to move on.

Alessa noticed the strangers pressing on the windows. Though she certainly wasn’t the main centre of attention, she blushed wildly. Polaris’ reply didn’t comfort her much: it meant there were going to be more monsters. “I-I see. Oh dear, I don’t know how to thank you… Sailor Polaris, that’s it?”

There was something of a bad feeling suddenly. What would these people tell the police? She would be in great trouble if she were considered a “terrorist’s” accomplice. Worse, what if she tried to justify the girl’s action? Man, they would not free her before a while. Alessa really wished these persons minded their own business and shut up when asked later. “I should go wait for the ambulance outside before more people see us. You still have time to… err… check if there is anyone else who’s injured in the theatres. Or something.” She pushed the door with her shoulder, looking somewhat fearful. She wanted to stay and talk a bit more, but who knew what would be the cost to pay for that? “Please, be careful. The police’s gonna arrive soon! I… won’t tell them anything about you, alright?” It seemed to be the best decision. Nobody needed the police to know more than was the other witnesses saw.

Alessa didn’t look back. Once she was outside, she simply sat down against the wall, looking absent-mindedly at the crowd that was slowly forming back. It was only a matter of minutes before both the ambulance and a police car arrived. The rest happened very quickly, and before she knew it, she was headed to the hospital, away from the cinema. Her hand was going to be examined by a worried nurse, not so much preoccupied by the gravity of the injury than by its cause.
Now, she wondered what the hell she would tell the doctors, the police, and her parents.

[Fin~]