She had her motorcycle license. This meant no more worrying. She could ride around whenever and where ever she wanted. It wouldn't hurt to run across town to go to school, just so her body wouldn't get pathetically weak with the lack of exercise, but now she would be able to ride The Spectrum whenever she wanted.
Ellie Spectre couldn't be prouder.
In celebration of her accomplishment, she was going to ride down the Maze. It was one of those stereotypical windy roads that racers liked to race along. It was called the Maze simply because it was so windy that a lot of people got lost after a while. As with most windy roads, it was dangerous, and if one wasn't careful, they could ride right off the edge of a cliff.
It wouldn't be her first time down that path, to be rather honest. As usual, she put on her helmet and slung her backpack along her shoulders before rolling out. It was always a rush when she first got to a good speed, feeling the air rushing past her, only chilling her slightly, because she remembered to wear a jacket.
As she managed to get to the start of the Maze, the girl strangely felt two hands wrap around her waist in an almost possessive fashion. What the f*ck is this sh*t?! was her initial reaction, but she couldn't physically swing herself around to look at what was holding onto her. If she foolishly turned around, she would crash, and this was not a crash-friendly zone. As if the hands were enough, she soon enough felt the weight of her helmet suddenly vanish, and in place of the helmet's weight, she felt two lips upon her ear.
"So, how many have you killed?"
The voice was familiar, for it was her own, at least, last she checked. The Spectrum swerved slightly at her initial confusion, but Ellie recovered, continuing along the road.
"What? What are you talkin' 'bout?" she demanded as the air nipped at her skin.
The hands behind her squeezed about her tighter before drifting up higher, becoming more intimate.
"Those from the Negaverse." the voice said almost casually, some disinterest hinted in the tone.
The temptation to turn around and face the Sailor Scout behind her continued to rush through her, but each time, the slight swerve of her bike beneath her snapped her out of the lingering desire.
"What are you talkin' 'bout! I've killed assloads of Youma!"
"I didn't say Youma."
The hands about her body began to pull at the girl's jacket, somehow managing to pull it off (though Ellie didn't even let go of her handle bars, weird). Now as the air rushed past, it felt absolutely frigid, almost as if it was cutting through her. She leaned into a turn, almost snarling out "You mean the Lieutenants?!"
"You heard Kunzite. You should be killing them. Haven't you even killed one of them yet?"
The bike wobbled upright again for the short straightway on the road. "What?! No!!"
"Then you are no longer of any use to the Senshi. I'll tell ********* goodbye for you. And send Castor your love." The voice was rather cruel, almost teasing in a sense. It knew what buttons to push.
The bike was soon enough leaning into another curve, but this time something happened. The figure behind her released its hold, and all of a sudden jumped up, unrealistically slamming down into her, pushing the bike down further in the turn. A gloved hand was grabbing the blonde girl roughly by the hair and shoving her face into the asphalt.
Ellie's helmet had been stripped away long ago, so she could feel the flesh ripped away, shredding against the rough road beneath them. The pain wasn't just ripping through her face, oh no, it was just running through her full body, all the way down her spine.
The last thing she heard was the simple utter of "Bye bye, loser!" A single panicked golden eye managed to catch sight of Super Sailor Iris, grinning maniacally, before suddenly jumping away.
Ellie no longer had control of the bike, and as a result, it easily abandoned the road. It abandoned the cliff. It fell down to the brush beneath...
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Ellie Spectre woke up.
Her eyes desperately searched for the familiar glow of her clock. It apparently was 2:47 am.
"God... f*ck..."
Her hand reached up and brushed along her cheek, as if checking to see if there was still skin there. The skin was there, but the whole area tingled.
"...F*CK! I normally wake up before then..." she bitterly complained before attempting to settle back into her bed. However, she couldn't seem to ignore that feeling along her cheek. Ellie fell asleep again, but when was anybody's guess at this point.
