SMRLGN Chapter 6

Chapter six: Revelation part 2

--Monday, Yume Gakuen Middle School--

Morgan's POV
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As I ran out of the cafeteria in tears, there was only one thing I had on my mind; getting the hell out of there. Running, running, faster, faster. I ran until I didn't have any breath left, and then kept running. I had to get out of there; I didn't even stop at my locker to pick up my things. I didn't care. I've had it with trying to hide my feelings. I may be a great actress, but I can only keep up this charade for so long. It hurt too much to watch Manny and Michaela...their happiness was my depression. I couldn't take this anymore. Why was it Michaela's goal in life to make me miserable. I had seen the evil gleam in that bitch's eyes when she was wiping her stray  lip gloss off her face. She had known that I was watching, and wanted to tell me that he was hers and no one else's.

She doesn't deserve him. She doesn't deserve to live! I thought bitterly, rounding the corner and going into the bathroom. I needed some time to be to by myself.

Worst move I ever made.

At the sink, applying more lip gloss, was Michaela herself. I could barely breathe.

As I was staring at her, my mind was racing, trying to think of a way to escape. She caught my gaze in the mirror and gave me the old patented, "I know I just made you cry, and I loved every second of it!" smile.

"So, if it isn't the resident jealous, desperate tramp.  I just came in here to reapply my lip gloss. My lips are getting kinda worn out." She turned around and snapped her poison tube shut. "He's such a good kisser, you know. Oh, yeah--you don't."
I was beyond tears by now. No, I was at fury. Pure, hot, lava, seething fury.
"Go to hell." I told her. Actually, Hell was too good for her. She kind of giggled, and started to walk away.
"I'm not going to hell," She slided up to me and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to much better places." She laughed and left the bathroom.

I started shaking, and had trouble breathing.  In some tiny corner of my mind I was thinking, how old ARE you?!
It had taken self control I didn't even know I had to not kick her skinny diva ass right there. She needed to be punished. But what was I supposed to do?  She had all the advantages. Besides, if I did anything to her, Manny wouldn't date me for maiming his girlfriend. No, it would just have to be karma. And she would deserve whatever she got.

Suddenly I heard a shatter and a scream coming from the hallway. It sounded like Michaela. Normally, that would have delighted me and have possibly been the highlight of my life, but this wasn't that kind of scream. It was the most awful thing I had ever heard, like some unholy creature being torn apart. Well, she kinda is, but you know what I mean.

I ran out of the bathroom in fear--and that was where I saw the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. In the hallway, was a hideous monster called a--what did Kelly call it? A youma, I think?--cornering Michaela. It was this huge grotesque octopus-like thing, with an unnatural aura to it. It sickened me to say it, but I knew what I had to do. I had to--against my will--use my Sailor Destonia powers and (please shoot me) save Michaela.
I ran to my locker--thank God it was nearby--and tore it open. Deep in the recesses of my backpack was the pink-black-and-gold wand I detested so much. I wasn't really sure what the hell it was supposed to do - but that was okay, because it showed me how.

As soon as I grabbed it, I started to glow in this weird pink light. I could feel my humanity being stripped away, but I liked it. It was like I could sense I was becoming a better, stronger, more beautiful version of myself.
"Destonia Crystal Power, Make Up!" Wait, did I actually just say that?

As soon as I muttered those words, the pink light grew stronger. I felt the wand pull the arm holding it, so the blazing pink energy trailed around me as the wand moved itself, various articles of clothing appearing as if by magic on me, ending with some sort of inverted tiara on my forehead.

And it was over. I could feel a strange sensation seeping through my blood. I looked myself over, in awe. I had never actually seen myself in my Sailor Whatsherface uniform before--at least not when I thought I was conscious. I took in my black and gold skirt and blouse and perfect figure. It was a lot to handle. But I had no time to muse over it now. I had to save the school.

"Oh my God! Michaela!!!" came a terrified scream. Manny had stopped dead in the middle of the hallway. His eyes suddenly swung towards me and he inhaled sharply, his eyes getting wider in shock.
"Oh shit, I forgot that he was going to his locker!" I muttered, standing there for a moment, terrified that he would recognize me. In seconds, one of the youma's tentacles swung out and smashed Manny in the stomach. He crashed into the lockers and instantly crumpled.

"Manny!" I screamed. I ran over to him, sick terrified. I could see that he was uninjured, but unconscious. Well, this just got a whole lot easier. Suddenly, I heard a kind of battle cry. My head snapped up to see some blondie running toward the thing. I was about to scream at her to get away from it, but then I saw that she was wearing something familiar.

A Sailor Senshi uniform. In aqua, purple, and red.

There...there was a senshi besides me? And she was running toward the youma with a weird cross between a double-bladed sword and a staff, with the confidence that she knew what thing was and how to deal with it. And there's only one person in this school that could possibly know anything about what was happening.

Kelly.

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Kelly's POV
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I heard the bloodcurdling scream and sensed the dark aura of a youma. I shuddered. Damn, I thought. Not here. Not now. I muttered some unmentionable things, and held out my hand. The purple star-topped wand appeared.

"Alpha Crystal Power!" I yelled. "Make up!" The dark purple, almost black energy radiated from the wand as I guided it around myself. My aqua boots, identical to Sailor Saturn's, interestingly enough, appeared, along with my skirt, bodice, bow, gloves, and collar. The dark mist wiped across my forehead, the tiara appearing. The Silence Glaive appeared in my right hand, and I sprinted off, following the youma's aura.

As I came to the scene, I was horrified. Manny Holden was unconscious against the crushed lockers, with someone kneeling next to him...another senshi?! The biggest shock was the youma itself. It was large, just barely grazing the lockers with its sides. In one of it's tentacles...was Michaela Thompson.
"Sai!" I yelled my initiation and charged, stabbing the octopus-like youma with the Glaive. "Flaming Death Sentence!" My heated, firey energy gathered at the blades of my weapon, and released, making the entire creature explode. Its pieces disappeared, and Michaela dropped to the floor, blood streaming out of her neck.

I ran over to her, and touched her wounds, attempting to heal them, but it was too late. Her aura was very nearly fading. It was...too late.

"K-Kelly?" A voice behind me said in barely a confused whisper. I whipped around and faced the unknown senshi.
"Wh-what? How do...you know my name?" I asked in awe. The girl with strangely familiar red hair stared at me.
"Kelly...I'm Morgan." As she said it, I nearly screamed.
"M-Morgan?! You're...a sailor senshi?!"
"Yeah, I'm just as shocked as you." Morgan muttered. My jaw tightened as the smell of blood reached my nose.
"We...can talk about this later. Right now..." I turned around, looking from Manny, unconscious, to Michaela...dead. "We have some things to take care of."