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 Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 7:24 pm
Requiem had been waiting for this moment with bloodthirsty anticipation. Although much time had past since General Tanzanite's attack on her family, her anger and emotional turmoil caused by the events did not fade away but instead strengthened exponentially. Her anger grew and grew with increasing levels of passion to greater lengths than she conceived possible. She had never felt so much hatred and such a greater need for revenge in her entire young life.
She waited outside General Tanzanite's cell, anxiously waiting for her revenge, another confrontation where failure is not only not an option, its not even a possibility. Tanzanite was locked down pretty well with no defenses, making her just in the right position for the young cadet's fury. Requiem's nerves and eagerness formed into confidence as she entered the cell, a loud screeeeeeeeeech followed her as she walked, dragging a long spade shovel behind her.
She walked to the General confidently, the metal of the shovel screeching and scratching against the floor. The shovel was nearly the same size as the five-foot-three Senshi and had a long shaft with a rusted spade. Standing four feet away from the General, she paused, standing straight and proud as she stared Tanzanite in the eyes.
"Good evening," she said with an attitude that might as well have said '******** you.' "I'm Sailor Requiem, and I'll be your nightmare for this evening."
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 7:26 pm
When Tanzanite had come to for the very first time since her capture, it had been in that very same spot. Not even a full day had passed since the night Tanzanite had severely underestimated the Blood Moon Court and had paid for it with her freedom and, quite possibly, with her life.
And Uranophane's.
And Wolframite's.
That was what had Tanzanite gritting her teeth and thrashing wildly against the chains, resembling nothing quite so much as a caged animal. Her hair was disheveled from being bound, gagged, and manhandled into place while she'd been unconscious. Ares had not yet laid a hand upon her, through the Senshi of Smoke sat quietly in her corner and observed Tanzanite with a smug smile. She had won and she knew it, and it dug at Tanzanite like a knife between her ribs.
Tanzanite was at her mercy, and neither of the two women had any disillusions about just how much mercy Ares was going to be showing.
And so, it began with Requiem. The young woman who had started it all. The girl whose parents Tanzanite had tortured to get information on the BMC. That night had perhaps been the shot heard round the world for the war raging in Destiny City. Never had the senshi been so bold. Never had they had so personal a victory over the Negaverse. Tanzanite closed her eyes, and silently prayed that there would be any Earth left at all once Beryl had her vengeance on the Blood Moon Court.
Tanzanite grunted a laugh at Requiem's words, though her eyes did flicker to the shovel. She cracked a grin, “Sailor Requiem,” she all but hissed the words in that strange voice, “Feel free to unchain me and I will show you nightmares, little girl."
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 7:26 pm
Requiem cackled like a madwoman. She had been constructing the moment in her head for quite some time now, and for it to play out in the way it was amused her endlessly. Did she actually think she was in a position to talk back? No, no, no. This was Requiem's revenge. No bullshit would be tolerated.
She continued to laugh and dragged the spade of the shovel closer to her feet, letting it screech on the cement floor, and then rested on the now upright shaft as support from her convulsing laughing body. She looked absolutely crazed.
"Do you know what is so funny?" she asked through her laughter. And with that, all her laughter came to a halt. In one swift movement, she stepped forward and slightly to the side, angling herself just right. She then swung the shovel towards Tanzanite, the flat-edge of the spade aimed for her gut with great force, enough to at least tip over the chair backwards. "I don't remember asking you to speak."
She took another step forward and spat onto her prisoner. "I'd advise you wise up and learn when to keep that mouth of yours shut. You may think you're some high and mighty little c**t, but look around you. You're in our domain now and you have to play by our rules. Do we have an understanding?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 7:27 pm
Requiem saw this as her revenge.
Tanzanite saw it as the Senshi of Burial slowly digging her own grave, because the second she got out of those chains, the girl was in for a world of pain. It was that thought that kept Tanzanite smiling even as the spade hit her exposed stomach. The wind rushed out of her as the chair toppled backward, slamming her skull against the concrete. The world blurred for a moment, pain ringing through her skull as she struggled to right her vision.
Yet, she laughed.
It was a low sound, mirthless and cold, as though it existed only to fill the empty room. It rang off of the stone walls, growing to a cacophonous screech before it tapered to a long, drawn out, “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”
Tanzanite's grin was bloody, but the General did not seem to mind, “You ride on the coattails of your leader's successes, and yet you boast as though they were your own. You are nothing. Pray, Sailor Requiem, that I do not find my way out of these chains, you ******** c**t.”
Tanzanite spit, one thick gob of black blood and saliva aimed for Requiem's face.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:37 pm
She couldn't help flinch as the bloody wad of spit splashed against her cheek. It was unexpected, but it didn't frighten her. Of anything, it just made her even more pissed off. Outraged, she slammed the sharp end of the shovel down onto the General's youma arm. It appeared to be thick, and was unlikely to do much damage, but it made for an excellent catharsis.
"I'm not afraid of you," she lied with confidence. Chills had sprouted up her spine as Tanzanite's eerie laughter filled the room and her hands were sweating from fear. Sure, Tanzanite was tied to a chair and couldn't lay a hand on her now, but that didn't make the General any less of a creepy mother ********. And Requiem was doing everything in her power to not think about how she came to have that arm.
"You are nothing but a terrorist creating fear and spreading destruction. But let me guess, you think you're the good guy in all this, don't you? How can you even justify your actions? How ******** up do you have to be to do what you have done? Why did you attack those poor, innocent people? Why?" she started shouting and was on the verge of crying towards the end of her pleading questions. She was cracking, her vulnerabilities clear, but did her best to conceal it. "Answer me!"
She didn't hesitate as she swung the flat-edge of the shovel down toward's Tanzanite's kneecap.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 9:00 pm
The shovel came down on her arm, but it seemed to have little effect. The scaly skin served like an armor, and the metal edge did little more than create a thin sliver of a dent in it. As the shovel came down on her kneecap, however, the reaction was significantly worse. The sound was not quite a scream so much as it was a guttural growl, a sound born clearly of pain and hate, that rose in her throat until it escaped in one angry, wordless howl.
It took a long moment, several ragged breaths drawn in and forced out in a pained hiss, before the General regained her composure.
“You want an answer?” Tanzanite spoke, the words clipped as she forced the pain out of her voice and tempered it to that flat tone, “I will not speak to a girl who will only grow a spine when her opponent is bound. Who would cower rather than fight, no matter the odds. I will not waste my breath on an ignorant child who thinks she knows anything of right and wrong. You call us terrorists? You call us <******** up?”
The loathing in Tanzanite's voice was clear, “What do you know of the Negaverse, Sailor Requiem? What do you know of where we come from? What we were before we became the monsters you accuse us of being? What do you know of why we fight? Endymion handed your Princess to me on a silver platter, and I spared her life. I showed her a mercy that even the man your people once followed would not. Does that not make you question?”
Tanzanite coughed, and blood leaked from the corner of her mouth, “I'll answer you when you put that ******** shovel down and stop fooling yourself into thinking you can beat an answer out of a General of the Negaverse."
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 9:53 pm
"She isn't my princess," Requiem retorted. She knew little of the Senshi and Negaverse history, but she wasn't delusional enough to doubt for a second who was on the side of right, and who was wrong. Nonetheless, Tanzanite's inquiries intrigued her. "Fine, I suppose we can be a little more civil about this."
She slammed the shovel down, intentionally 'accidentally' slamming it towards Tanzanite's gut. "Oops," she smirked. She walked across the room and dragged a chair out from the corner, placing it just out of distance from Tanzanite.
"Why don't you enlighten me, then? Let me hear it, let me hear the justifications for what you have done," she said as she sat down backwards in the seat. "Lets see where your logic, your reasoning, your ethics fail."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:33 pm
Tanzanite laughed, but this time the sound was neither cruel nor mirthless. There was true amusement there, as though she found Requiem's naivety rather hilarious. The senshi were always so firm in their beliefs, their misguided notion that the line between good and evil was simply drawn between the Negaverse and the Senshi. As though anything in their ever darkening world was that simple.
The wind rushed out of her as the shovel hit her stomach, and Requiem earned a glare in return. If Tanzanite had the strength to break free of her chains, the girl would have been lying in pieces around the room. As it were, all Tanzanite could do was trying to make her see reason.
She had to wonder how they had become so brainwashed, so deluded as to think that they had any place on that planet. If they cared at all, they would have thrown out those damnable henshin pens and resumed their lives as ordinary, decent people. The fact that they continued to parade around in those skirts and heels, flaunting their powers? It was a declaration of war.
“You have already made your judgments, but what do you know of us? You know we kill. You know we fight. But have you the faintest idea why? What lies have you been fed about what we're after, that led you to commit such treason against the only people standing between the likes of you and the safety of this planet?”
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:00 pm
"It is my understanding you kill for some sort of life energy to feed your precious queen," Requiem explained, only knowing the most basic of details. "For whatever justification you can make as to why you think that is right, you are still killing people. Innocent, defenseless people who do not deserve to die. You hurt them. You kill them. But you think you're right somehow."
Her voice shook as she continued. "You're human," she said, then eyeing the youma arm. "Or, once were, or something. You must have something in this world that you care about, and I'm sure the Senshi have done something to hurt them just as you've done something to hurt the Senshi. But here's where we differ: we don't go after the innocent people who have nothing to do with this war. I can only speak for myself, but I do not serve to protect some princess - I want to protect innocent people from the likes of you.
Innocent people like the Gellners."
She swallowed hard as she mentioned her family name and her index finger twitched. "Can you honestly tell me that the Gellners deserved the fate you brought to them?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:45 pm
Tanzanite's laughter was mocking, as though Requiem had just boldly stated that two plus two equaled fish and the world was flat. Were they really so blinded, so lied to and deluded that they believed the foul bile that spewed forth from this young woman's mouth? Tanzanite's stomach knotted in disgust.
She never should have expected a senshi to understand the concept of sacrifice.
“As a senshi, you were born with power, Sailor Requiem. I do not expect you to understand those who were not. Those who must kill just to be able to fight. I do not kill in the name of my Queen, I kill because it is the only way we can have the strength to fight you. Those we kill are martyrs for Earth, and if they understood as we do, they would be proud to give their lives for this cause.”
Blood pooled again in Tanzanite's mouth, and she spat it aside. The black blood seemed to squirm as though alive, popping and hissing briefly before finally dying down.
“You think you're protecting them every time you henshin up, but do you even know what we want? What we're fighting for? I do not fight for a Queen. I did not do as the Prince of Earth commanded me, but you would judge me as some blind, stupid follower? Some lemming to Queen Beryl's cause? I fight for far more than Beryl ever asked of me. I have my own cause, now.”
Tanzanite lifted those grey eyes to Requiem, and there was not a single hint in her grim expression that she was telling anything but what she believed to be the truth, “The day you all put those ridiculous pens aside and cease your assault on humankind, this war ends. The day there are no more senshi, no more teenage girls with the power to enslave this world, there will be no place for me. I will lay down my weapon and I will join you all in death, but not until I've seen every single one of you go before me.
Until then, every life I take is a sacrifice I make in the defense of Earth."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 11:08 pm
"Cease our assault on humankind?" Requiem shouted, rising up from her seat. "All I ever did was protect - I never wanted to do any harm. But there are people like you, cruel sick-minded people who are so disillusioned that they think that in order to protect the people they must kill them. Do you ever hear yourself speak?"
She had grown livid and tossed her chair against the wall as she let out an exhausted, desperate scream. "I was once a normal girl. A poor, innocent, defenseless girl who was made a victim by the Negaverse - time and time again. It wasn't until later that I learned how to henshin up or that I even could, or anything about this war. I was an uninvolved citizen who was dragged into this mess by you people."
"Even when I discovered I could henshin up, I avoided it. I didn't want to fight any war. But once again, the Negaverse dragged me back into it, attacking other innocent citizens that I only wanted to protect," she said. She remembered the Halloween masquerade, the lifeless body she had found with Nemesis, the death of Sailor Rota, and finally - the attack on her parents. "I was a normal girl who never wanted to do any harm, but the Negaverse, and most importantly, you - YOU turned me into the girl you see before you today.
You made me your enemy!
You made me a monster!"
Requiem was overcome with rage as she swooped down to pick up the shovel she had tossed onto the General. She rose the shovel over her head with the sharp spade pointing down, standing over Tanzanite's body. Tears fell as she began to slam the shovel down, the sharp edge of the shovel ready to cut through the b***h's neck as she shrieked, "This is what you turned me into!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 1:08 am
That faint smile did not leave Tanzanite's lips as she listened to the girl before her. This stupid, ignorant child who shrieked nonsense at her and made Tanzanite nearly laugh at the words. How was she supposed to take this seriously? How was she supposed to fear death at the hands of someone who so clearly did not even understand why they were trying to kill her?
“Poor. ********. Baby.” Tanzanite poured false sympathy into the words, twisted them until she could do nothing more than throw her head back and bark a laugh, “What do you know of loss?”
Tanzanite did not seem impacted by Requiem's sudden change in attitude, the way her eyes widened and her voice rose. She stared flatly at the teenager even as she grabbed the shovel and brought it How could you be scared of an angry girl wielding a shovel when you had only a week ago been backhanded down a flight of cold stone stairs by the Queen of the Negaverse herself? When you lived ninety percent of your life in the grip of the Negaverse. Who the hell did this little girl think she was, to try and pluck Tanzanite's heartstrings?
It was Ares' hand that saved the General in the end, clamping down on Requiem's wrist and stopping the shovel only inches from Tanzanite's throat. The General had not so much as flinched, and she stared at the wild-eyed Requiem with that faint grin.
“You will never be anything more than normal, Sailor Requiem. Don't fool yourself. You are no monster. You are no warrior. You aren't even a blip on my ******** radar, you stupid, arrogant child. You are another face in a sea of senshi, and like them... you will die.”
Her voice echoed off of the stone walls, even as the Blood Moon Court's infamous leader escorted the irate girl from the room. Tanzanite leaned against her chains, the ache in her shoulders and back burning through her muscles.
She needed to find a way out of here, before even Ares could not keep her alive.
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