Hiya! Well, here I go again, writing yet another story when the other,
what, five that I'm currently working on aren't even finished! I know. I
know. But, hey, I got writers block on all the others. It isn't my fault. 
::embarrassed smile::  Sorry. Oh, and by the way, this has nothing to do
with any of my other stories, and ,frankly, I have no earthly idea why I
wrote something so depressing. Well, hope you enjoy, but I'll give you fair
warning, this might get a little graphically violent. It's just the nature
of the story. Sorry if I offend anyone.

     Hey, if your a stickler for all this legal jazz, insert here. I don't
feel like typing the disclaimers. They're in every other one of my stories,
so go find them there if you really just HAVE to see them.

Sailor Thunder

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Sailor Moon is Dead
By: Sailor Thunder

     He looked around the small gathering of family and friends. There was
not one dry eye. He dimly heard someone saying a prayer for her, but all he
could focus on was the pain in his heart. She was gone. The reality finally
hit Mamoru like a ton of bricks. She would never come back. He would never
even hold her in his arms again, never feel her silky hair running through
his fingers, never taste her sweet kisses again. He would never even have a
chance to marry her, make love to her, and Chibi-Usa would never even get a
chance at life. He hadn't been able to save her, his love. He hadn't been
fast enough. And now she was dead, and the scene still replayed itself in
his mind, over and over, so vivid it was as if he were reliving it...

@~~~>>~~~~~

     Sailor Moon screamed in pain as she felt the youma's claws impale her
shoulders, pushing her backwards to land on her back, youma poised above
her. She heard the scouts cries as they saw their leader fall, and knew
with sickening finality that they could not and would not use their powers
for fear of injuring her and that there was no way that they could ever
reach her in time.
     Tuxedo Kamen, however, could do something and did. Taking careful aim,
he threw one of his many steel tipped roses, which imbedded itself in the
youma's head. The youma screamed in pain and rage, letting go of Sailor
Moon to pull the rose from itself. Green blood flowed freely from the wound
like a river, staining Sailor Moon's uniform as she vainly tried to
scramble out from under it. When the youma collected its wits, it realized
that it's prey was escaping. If it did not accomplish its mission, its
master would surely order it a slow, very excruciating death. 
     As soon as Sailor Moon was out of the way, Jupiter sent out her
attack:  "Jupiter Thunderclaps Zap!"
     The youma dodged and went after Sailor Moon. "Sailor Moon, watch out!"
Tuxedo Kamen yelled out and tossed another one of his roses in the youma's
direction...but discovered that he was too late to save his love as the
youma lashed out one last time, ripping easily through Sailor Moon's
uniform and just as easily through her flesh with a sickening sound. She
didn't even scream. She didn't have a chance to. Her mouth opened, and it
was not sound, but blood that came pouring forth, staining the pavement.
The youma's laughter echoed throughout the park as it ripped out her heart,
ending her life in a millisecond.
     "NOOO, USAKO!" Tuxedo Kamen screamed and sprinted towards her
lifeless, falling body, catching it just before it hit the pavement.
     The scout turned on the youma, screaming their own battle cries.
     "MARS CELESTIAL FIRE..."
     "MERCURY ICE BUBBLES..."
     "VENUS LOVE-ME CHAIN..."
     "JUPITER THUNDERCLAPS..."
     The youma turned just in time to catch the bloodlust and revenge in
their eyes...
     "...SURROUND!"
     "...FREEZE!"
     "...ENCIRCLE!"
     "...ZAP!"
     The four powers combined into one, then raced headlong into the youma,
killing it swiftly, but more painfully than anything its master could have
come up with.
     That taken care of, the four girls turned to see Tuxedo Kamen, tophat
and mask gone, holding Sailor Moon close to him, begging her to come back
to him, not quite realizing that she probably never would. He did not even
hear when the scouts came up behind him, and stared at their fallen leader
with pain, sadness and revulsion. Part of Sailor Moon was not even their
any longer. It was just...gone. Her broach lay to one side, bathed in
blood. Tuxedo Kamen just sat there, in a puddle of blood, wearing an
outfit, once stark white and black, now a rust red color, and screamed the
injustice to the silent, unheeding skies, then collapsed, holding his
love's dead body in his arms. The scouts stood around them in a circle,
tears streaming silently down their cheeks.

     And that is how the park's night watchman found them two hours later...

@~~~>>~~~~~

     Everyone was walking away now;the funeral service had ended. Slowly,
Mamoru headed over to the casket. She was there, everything but her face
covered. He knelt down beside the casket, and placed three roses inside: a
white one above her head, a red one above her heart, and a pink one where
her hands would have been had they been visible. Gently, lightly, like a
feather, he brushed his lips across her forehead, stood up and turned to
walk to where the Tsukino family, or what was left of it, waited for him.
He faintly heard the sound of the casket being covered with dirt, but did
not look back for fear that he would only remember her as a dead body being
buried. He got into a small red car and slammed the door shut behind him.
     And that night, when the moon shone high above, a bare sliver, a
crescent, somewhere in the large city of Tokyo, Japan, as a young man
dressed in black headed back to his apartment, a gust of wind blew up,
carrying with it a multitude of white, red, and pink rose petals that
swirled around that young man, then faded once more into the night. And
that same young man looked up to that crescent moon that guarded the city
and smiled. And once more, that young man had hope.

@~~~>>~~~~~

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     OK, I hope that I didn't get anyone too mad at me. I know you hate me
Sabrina-chan, and I wouldn't blame you if you never spoke to me again.
Sorry. And major thanx to Rachel-chan #1 who tolerates both mine and
Sabrina-chan's addiction to Sailor Moon with such grace and patience that
it never fails to amaze me. And thanx to Stephanie, Natalie, and Tara who
read my stories and actually seem to like what they've read so far. Anyway
this story is mine (even if the basic characters and ideas aren't. They
belong to the ever great and wise Takeuchi-sama {Is that how her name is
spelled?}), and I hope that you will ask before taking any part of this
story.  ::Points accusing finger at Sabrina-chan(just kidding)::  Am I
flattering myself too much? Probably. Oh,well. I DON'T CARE! Enough babble.
   Buh Bye! (<- I stole that one from Sabrina-chan)

Sailor Thunder (a.k.a. Rachel Sayad)

PS. EMAIL ME NOW at lsayad@laserprinting.com ! I really need to know what
you people think of my fics. Not all of them are depressing. This is just
one of the only ones I have finished at the moment. ^_^

     *This story is copyrighted Monday, February 9, 1998