Title: A Million Kisses - Chapter 6
Author: Alicia Blade
Email: Kammi22@sprintmail.com

Hope you all had a very merry Christmas and that your prayers and 
wishes were all answered! This is the first really VIOLENT thing I have 
ever written, so bare with me. Hope it's not overboard. ^_^ I don't 
know when I'll be able to have chapter 7 out, but I'll try hard, k? 
Thanks go to Moon Klutz and of course, my partner in crime, Lady S. 
Heeeh, just joshin'. Though in this chapter, Serena does gets to play 
MaGyver and Rambo. Tee hee… 

God bless and tell me what you think!


"My covenant will I not break, nor alter the thing that is gone out of 
my lips. We must keep in mind people that these prophecies were spoken 
into existence by the most Loving Father of all time for His children 
so they may be prepared!"
- Psalms 89:34



Chapter 6: I Fight for Love

	She couldn't remember being so cold. 
She didn't imagine that she would remember the feeling when this 
was all over either, too fatally painful to be thought of at a later 
time.
	But at that moment, the icy chills cutting through her skin was 
all her mind could focus on. Pain couldn't really describe it, for pain 
would have been almost welcome. But instead, it was a dim discomfort 
coated in blowing stings and piercing knives of metal ice. Like a paper 
cut, not deep enough to be considered a true sore… but more terrible 
than a bleeding scar. Her body was covered in the cuts, refusing to 
show themselves upon her skin, slowly turning bluish red, to tell her 
it was truly pain and not simply a setback. 
	Her whimpering gave her a sense of selfishness, and she hated it. 
Setting her jaw firmly upon her collarbone, she clenched her fists 
together, tightening the skin upon her face. Her lips pursed, numbly 
chewing into the soft tissue, and her legs carried her forward into the 
dull whiteness. Such an incessant storm… 	
	Perhaps what she dreaded most was the scratchy, sandpaper texture 
within her throat. The biting air had torn at it as she walked through 
the endless blizzard, and now she dreaded each new breath, flinching 
every time at the near unbearable pain soaring down her neck and into 
her lungs. 
	Her cheek filled with numbness and dull, far-away stinging as she 
felt her knees bend unwillingly and she collapsed to the rocky snow 
beneath. Even the ground was awful, not feathery and light as she was 
used to wintertime landscapes being. A groan of anguish lifted from her 
dried lips as her burning eyes locked tight for a moment. This 
shouldn't be so hard, she knew. Not even had she reached the palace and 
her body was giving up on her. If only they were here… If only…
	Her neck turned swiftly as she forced herself to shake her head. 
She wouldn't think of them, wouldn't dwell on those things right now. 
At this time, at this moment, she would continue forward, her strength 
lying in the knowledge that they were at home, warm in their beds. Or 
sleeping bags, in most cases.
	Digging her elbows into the ice saturated frost, she began to 
push herself upward, managing to open her eyes for a brief moment. But 
shortly afterwards, that brief moment turned into an all-out, stunned 
gawking as her eyes resumed their path over the horizon. 
	There, not forty yards ahead of her, was a great, shimmering 
castle. Looming and treacherous, seemingly even colder than the 
atmosphere she dreaded now. From the towers and cracks and crevices 
arose great bellows of thick, black smoke, wispy trains of ominous 
clouds stretching fingers toward the blank, white sky. 
	But this is not what scared her, nor caught her attention. For 
there, lined up in rows upon rows in front of the gated entrance to the 
castle, stood hundreds of grotesque, bloody, pupil-less zombies, with 
bodies like those of decaying skeletons. Some limped over, their backs 
hunched in impossible twists of the spine. Others stood almost 
gallantly; their yellowing teeth grinning with the end of a sword blade 
held between spider webbed fingers. So many, with no emotions, no life, 
no souls buried within the thoughtless skulls, and every last one faced 
in her direction.
	Her blue eyes widened, a small squeak escaped her lips as her 
lungs seemed to contract painfully. There stood one in the front, 
another skeleton, yellow against the white snow. It wore a tattered 
gray uniform, like that of the previous negamoon generals, and raised 
its head in her direction. The chattering teeth seemed to smile, and it 
raised an arm. Serena tensed, clenching her fingers together. All the 
zombies turned to her, and had they had eyes, she was sure they would 
have been burrowing holes through the taught material of her thin 
armor. 
	With a swift movement, the leader dropped it's arm, and 
instantly, every last one of the fatal creatures straightened 
drastically, before raising the weapons and rushing toward her as one 
mass of gruesome death. 
	Serena's breath caught, and her body forgot the cold surrounding 
her, stood, turned, and ran. She knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that 
there was no way she could defeat them, not all of them together at 
once. Her legs burned with energy they did not contain as she skidded 
over icy hills, her arms thrashing at the snowflakes falling around 
her. Painful breaths turned to smoky fog, mixing with the piercing 
wind. Biting her lower lip, she turned briefly, being met with the 
sight of an army of soldiers, easily catching up with her. It was 
obvious that the cold had no affect on their skinless bodies, and she 
realized what a disadvantage she was at. Whimpering, she grabbed at her 
tiara in desperation, pulling it behind her and chanting the words that 
flowed instantly to her mouth. Gritting her teeth, she let it fly 
toward the mob. Her eyes became watery when only six were knocked down, 
their bones separating and falling to a jumbled mess on the landscape. 
	Turning, she fled again, beginning to surge with hopeless power. 
She stumbled on hidden hills, pushed herself away from the biting 
tundra again and again. After only a few short moments, her lungs gave 
way, panting heavily, forcing her throat to close against the shrill 
outside air.
	"No…" she choked, reaching the top of a large hill. Every hill 
seemed large to her, though this one was especially treacherous. 
Inside, she felt she had lost, without so much as putting a dent into 
Beryl's defenses. Collapsing to her knees, raw from the countless 
shafts of ice she had stumbled upon in her escape, she turned to the 
army. They marched quickly, and now were only 10 yards from her. 30 
feet and still continuing. She saw the leader raise its heavy blade 
into the air as it approached her, its terrifying teeth grinning 
demonically upon its prey. 
	Serena felt her head go light, a tear freeze upon her cheek. She 
tried to urge her legs to stand, but they wouldn't move. Her mind 
sensed the battle in her eyes droop to heavy regret, and she let her 
gaze turn to blackness. Pushing back with her hands, she let her body 
collapse completely beneath her, and she fell to the ground, limply 
rolling down the hill away from her attackers. They would find her 
soon, but they would find her dead, she told herself as every nerve in 
her body turned to a numb stream of unfeeling. She could still feel 
snow passing beneath her, but couldn't force herself to stop her 
descent down the small glacier, delighting in the slap against her face 
once she finally ceased her fall, and her head went limp as well, 
falling to the ice below. 
	The trudging of soldiers echoed from above her, to her back, and 
she knew she was facing down hill. A cracking sound was heard beneath 
her, like wood splitting. She ignored it. But it happened again, 
louder, nearer this time. Then again and again, louder still. She 
forced her eyelids to open to a blurry haze and looked at the ground, 
almost level with her stare. Slowly, it seemed to be splitting into a 
large hole around her body, like an earthquake. 
	"Hm?" she mumbled, carelessly. But suddenly, she was falling, and
her lips permitted a startled scream to escape. After a moment, her 
body awoke with a stiff thud as it collided with a hard, concrete 
floor. Her head throbbed and a moan left her, her mind working 
desperately to realize what had happened. Looking up, she heard a soft 
clang as the hole through which she had fallen through slammed shut, 
hinged on one side. A trap door. 
	"Who would put a trap door there?" she mumbled quietly, letting 
her head fall once again to the floor. Her body was numb and tired, yet 
already being pressed with warmth. The pile of snow she lay upon, that 
had fallen with her, was already beginning to melt into a puddle of 
slush, her breath no longer stung, no longer condensed to a puff of 
smoke in front of her face. She tried to move, first her fingers, 
before slowly stretching her arm up to her head to feel the base of her 
head. It was damp, but warm, and she knew she was bleeding. Groaning 
again, she settled her head down upon her arm tiredly. Was she out of 
danger? Perhaps for the time being. Her eyes were dreary, her gaze 
blurred, and the few fire torches on the walls provided little light. 
Letting her eyelids close momentarily, she listened as thousands of 
feet trampled over the ground above, the door shaking briefly as they 
passed over it, but not one ever pausing in the slightest of 
hesitation. The snow must have already been replaced by the blizzard. 
	Sighing, she opened her eyes again. By luck she had escaped. 
Inside, she hoped that the worst was over, but doubted it. 
	"Just need… to find Beryl." She coaxed her arms into moving, 
pushing up at the ground, until she could sit. Her clothes were soaked, 
her hair matting itself to her arms and legs, the usually soft bangs 
sticky against her forehead. Already, feeling was returning, and she 
shivered, goose bumps once again covering her skin. 
	After a long moment of staring at the ceiling, the stone walls 
around her, she let out a sigh of anguish. She would have to continue 
on, she knew. Chewing on her lip, she managed to bend her knees, before 
ever so slowly pushing herself onto wobbly legs. She gritted her teeth, 
falling onto the closest wall for support. Her lungs grabbed for breath 
that moments ago they didn't want, and she stood there a long while, 
simply struggling for the needed energy. Leaning against the wall, she 
let her eyes drift to the ceiling. 
	"How am I ever going to defeat Beryl like this? I can barely even 
stand…"
	"Well you won't have to defeat Beryl, little girl…" whispered a 
raspy voice from the shadows. Serena's eyes widened and she searched 
the corner the voice had come from. "Because I'm going to kill you 
first!"
	"Huh?"
	Sailor Moon had little time to think before a flash of red lunged 
at her. A scream echoed down the corridor and she dodged out of the 
way, just in time. Her body collapsed to the pavement below, throbbing 
with every new encounter with the ground she experienced. Turning over, 
she looked up at her assailant, letting her eyes analyze it, or her, 
momentarily. 
	It was definitely a woman, with the uncovered body to prove it. 
Only a maroon red bikini over her skin, with a high collar to cover her 
neck and dress cuffs around each of her wrists. Tall stiletto heels 
made her seem much taller than she probably was, and her hair was short 
and full, almost like Amy's only larger and puffier. From her forehead 
erupted a pair of white, bird like wings and two scars in the center of 
them. Her skin was pale pink, from forehead to ankles, and her eyes 
coal black. Thin red lips turned into an evil grin as Serena stared at 
her in mute fear, her hands shaking against the floor. 
	"Who… who are you?"
	"I'm Fuega from the Doom and Gloom Girls. Queen Beryl is fed up 
with you, sailor twit, especially after you killed Master Malachite. 
Now I'm going to be your doom!" 
	Fuega raised her hands above her head, screaming brutally, before 
pushing her palms in Serena's direction, emitting a great blast of 
flame from her hands. Sailor Moon squealed and dodged again, sliding 
along the smooth floor. She could feel the heat from the nearby flames 
reach out for her legs, and only nearly avoided it. Squeezing her eyes 
shut, she jumped to her feet and swiveled around, just in time to jump 
out of the path of another bolt of sizzling red fire. She landed 
against a wall, her eyes narrowing in thought. She wouldn't be able to 
keep this up for long. Snarling her lips back, she lowered her head to 
glare up at Fuega evilly. How rude to sneak up on her like this when 
she was so weak!
	'An escape… I need an escape… There's no way I can run forever, 
and she would be able to outrun my tiara easily.'
	As another blast flew from the enemy's fingertips, Serena ducked  
away, sliding along the wall. One of the flames licked at her hair, 
singing the ends of one ponytail. She screamed involuntarily, running 
quicker. Breathing hard, she slammed her back against another wall, 
looking up at the villain in fear. Her black eyes were glinting down at 
her, the tight lips pulled back into an almost smile. Gulping, she 
began to sink down, her knees bending beneath her. Her entire body 
began to shake. 
	'If the scouts were here… I'm sure they could kill her easily. 
Amy with her water… or even Raye could destroy her. Fight fire with 
fire…'
	Her head lowered just as a tear began to press against her eyelid 
and slip down. Fuega sensed the spirit of losing and smiled. Pulling 
her hand back, she prepared the last tongue of fire in her palm. 
	"Now you will die Sailor Moon."
	'Fight fire… with fire…'
	"Hm?" Steadily, Serena's eyes open. From the corner of her eyes, 
she could see orange light flickering across the floor. Her gaze 
widened, her head still lowered. "Fight fire… fight…" she whispered to 
herself. Suddenly, her eyes lifted, smiling proudly in a threat to the 
woman before her. 
	"I doubt that!"
	Fuega froze briefly in surprise. Her mouth opened in shock as she
saw the sailor-suited girl seethe with energy, stand and grab at a 
torch on the wall. Her brow furrowed, her lips pressing together. 
Instantly, she thrust her hand forward, letting the flames dance toward 
the wall, but they only hit empty air and a stone wall. 
	"Huh?"
	"Over here!" 
	Just as the Doom and Gloom Girl turned to face the voice, she 
felt a burning heat sear through her back. A shrill scream erupted from 
her lips as the pain moved up over her body. The torch hit her hand, 
her legs, and she fell to the ground, cringing in pain. 
	Serena, seeing that she was permanently disabled, let the torch 
fall to the ground beside her, licking at her skin and hair. She was 
trembling too much to even try to move. With only a moment of pity 
filling her, Serena raced down the corridor. Once turning, she saw a 
great fire spitting up toward the ceiling, the woman trapped in its 
embrace. 
	Gulping, she turned and ran.

	Breathing a long sigh of relief, Serena stumbled a few more steps 
before collapsing to the ground. Somewhere along the way it had changed 
from a dull gray concrete to white and gray marble and she knew she was 
nearing the center of the palace. The fight with Fuega had strangely 
helped her strength somewhat instead of diminishing it. Suddenly, 
Sailor Moon was feeling like the champion of justice yet again. 
	The torches on the walls had become more common, lighting the dim 
hallways more carefully, keeping dangerous shadows at bay. Serena was 
grateful for this. Really, things were beginning to look up. The only 
current downfall being the continuous aching in her right leg, from 
when she had fallen from the door in the snow. Her hair was beginning 
to shine again somewhat, not so filthy and matted, and her skin had 
returned to a healthy glow. Her arms were tired, but not completely 
useless, and though her right shoulder seemed sore, it was quickly 
healing. She only hoped that she wouldn't come to anymore negaverse 
enemies for awhile still.
	Closing her eyes, Serena sat up in the middle of the corridor, 
letting her breath catch up with her. Her heart raced treacherously, 
skipping a beat at every ignored sound through the chambers. Dried 
throat let out a painful moan as her fingers began to rub over the calf 
of her sore leg, massaging it momentarily. Her blue eyes drifted open 
and she looked fully around at her surroundings. The hall took a swift 
turn to the right directly ahead of her and she could tell nothing of 
the distance past that point, other than there were more torches 
sending light flickering across the walls and floor. She swept an arm 
across her forehead before picking herself up from the ground. 
Straining her legs against their will, she forced her knees to lock 
tight, clenching her fists into balls while her senses collected within 
her head. Chewing on her lower lip, she proceeded, at a much calmer 
speed, down the bending trail. 
	Chilled fingers stroked along the smooth wall as she turned 
around the bend. Her brow furrowed at the obvious change in 
environment. Passing just down the short end of the hallway, she saw it 
open up into a very large, high roofed, circular room. The walls were 
bare, perfectly smooth marble without any signs of aging or wear. She 
imagined it to be about 60 feet from where she stood to the other wall, 
and about 30 up to the ceiling. Attached to the walls, with 10 foot 
intervals between each sat a multitude of burning, fiery torches, 
illuminating the one terrifying aspect of the large cell. 
	Within the center, with an estimated 30 foot diameter, sat a 
dark, ominous pit, barely lit by the glowing embers around it. 
	Serena froze, moving to the closest wall to lean against it. 
Gulping, she looked around a bit more, searching for the next exit. 
	And found none. 
	A small whimper escaped her lips and she turned to head back 
along the hall, but stopped herself. She had seen no other walkways, no 
other escapes. Her heart thumping painfully against her chest, she 
pivoted again, looking over all surrounding once again. Her eyes rose 
to the ceiling, met with something they had not noticed before. In the 
middle, directly above the pit, was the outline of a round door, with 
hinges on every side, cut like a pie that would open from the center 
into different triangular panels. Her brow furrowed. What would be the 
use of that? There was no way anyone could get up there…
	Shaking her head, she lowered her gaze once again to the 
centerpiece of the extent. Gulping, she reached for the nearest torch 
and grasped her hand around the metal cone base. With shaky steps she 
neared the hole, peering over the edge. As she came closer, she lowered 
herself onto her knees, her free hand grasping the rim as her neck 
craned forward to see what the torch shed light upon. Her eyes drunk in 
gray walls and empty blackness. Nibbling the inside of her cheek, she 
pushed the light out as far as she could, before releasing it and 
letting it fall from her hold. There was silence as she watched the 
light become smaller, before a soft clang was heard and the light was 
extinguished. 
	"Too far to jump…" she mumbled aloud, letting her shoulders sag. 
Her memory serving to show the above door as her only escape, she let 
her gaze wander upward. Gasping, she stumbled to her feet, her eyes 
locked on the ceiling. Slowly, without the slightest sound, the panels 
opened above her, coming down to reveal a large, blackened hole above. 
Setting her legs straight, she readied herself for a fight. "Those 
aren't opening by themselves…" she whispered quietly. 
	"You're quite right about that, Ms. Moon." Her eyes flew to the 
other side of the room, to see another woman standing on the ground on 
the far end of the pit. 
	'How did she get there?!'
	The newcomer was dressed like Fuega had been, only this one with 
bright orange skin, a brown bathing suit, and crimped, waist-length 
gray hair. She also had a pair of clear, veined dragonfly wings behind 
her and in her hands she held a glowing ball of static energy, sizzling 
in front of her uncovered stomach. Her red lips curved evilly, black 
charcoal eyes smiling back at her. 
	"I'm Electra, and I have a surprise for you…" she taunted in a 
singsong voice. Serena tensed, her fingers twitching in readiness to 
reach for her tiara. Electra's eyes darted upwards, her smile growing, 
and Serena heard what sounded like turning gears. She creased her brow, 
not daring to remove her attention from the immediate enemy. That 
sphere of power could come soaring at her at any minute. 
	Slowly, from the corner of her eye, she began to see a dark form 
lower from the door above. As it came nearer to ground level, she 
unconsciously began to form an image in her mind. Her heart beat 
skipped and her eyes unwillingly lifted to the form. 
	"Darien!" she screamed, her entire body tensing, her bones 
surging with power, ready to go grab onto the man hanging from tied 
hands in the center of the pit. He was unconscious, his hair drooping 
over closed eyes, his wrists pulled above his head to hold him there 
with a thick green vine. His body looked drained and weak, draped with 
his normal green jacket and black jeans. Serena gulped. "How… why…?"
	"That's right, girly, we've kidnapped your precious boyfriend. 
Now, how do you say we fight for him?" Electra teased, the ball of 
energy sparking momentarily, hissing at its owner and enemy.
	Serena managed in keeping stinging tears hidden within their 
ducts, her mind ignoring logic and searching for any means to get him 
down. 
	"Sailor Moon…" his voice was pained and dry, and her entire body 
filled with energy. A startled scream echoing from her mouth, Serena 
reached for her tiara, running forward, all fear forgotten, she leaped 
into the air. Later, She wouldn't know really what she did or how she 
did it. She remembered tying her arm about his strong waist, the other 
slicing at the entangling vines with her tiara, and continuing to fly 
with him in her grasp until they both collapsed onto the hard floor, 
directly opposite the pit where she had jumped from. 
	Electra raised her eyebrow, the ball of energy calming down 
somewhat. "Very impressive…" 
	Ignoring her, Serena smoothed Darien's cheek, tears beginning to 
seep down her cheek. "Darien… Darien wake up, are you okay?"
	He groaned, and slowly, his eyes opened. Serena gasped, instantly 
dropping his head from her lap. "Wha…"
	"Oh, I'm fine, Sailor Moon…" he spoke, his voice turning raspy. 
His eyes glared up at her, pits of hidden blackness. Serena screamed, 
backing away as his skin began to melt away from his skeleton. Her 
entire body quivered as she stumbled backwards, only ceasing her escape 
as her heel felt the edge of the pit below her. 
	The form of the new creature was beginning to look quite familiar 
to Serena, with the revealing bikini, airline stewardess wings bulging 
from the forehead, and bright colored skin, this time a lime green. Her 
jungle green, almost black hair smoothed down to her knees, at almost 
the same length as her shimmering wings behind her. 
	"Come to join the fun, Parra?"
	The green girl glanced at her ally, smiling innocently. "Hey, I'm 
just going along with the plan, sis!" Winking, she pulled her fingers 
back, before aiming them in a stunned Serena's direction. Instantly, 
five plant vines shot from her limbs, tangling around Serena to tie her 
arms to her sides. She screamed, her mind beginning to focus on what 
was going on around her. She struggled transiently to free herself, 
only ceasing her attempts as the two women began to cackle at her 
evilly.
	"Hm…" acted Parra, rubbing her chin with her free hand, "Do you 
think we should kill her now, or let Beryl handle this?"
	Electra smiled, placing her hands on her hips. "I think her 
majesty has more important matters to think about than this scrawny 
ditz… oh, I'm sorry, your HIGHNESS!" Laughing, she bowed to Serena 
mockingly, her eyes staring up at her. Parra laughed along, releasing 
the vines from her fingers. Without their support, Serena fell down to 
her knees. 
	"Well, well, look who's bowing to who!" Parra giggled. 
	"Yes, she's begging us for mercy!"
	Electra raised her hand, face upward, as another ball of golden 
energy began to form within her palm. "What do you say we put this 
wench out of her misery?"
	Parra smiled as well, a series of vines growing along her left 
arm up to her fingers, emerging from the florescent green skin. "Sounds 
good to me…"
	Serena's eyes darted between the two, her breathing quick. Her 
arms shifted, but only managed in rubbing against the tight hold of the 
binding stems, cutting into her flesh. Her teeth bit down on her lip 
painfully and her tongue began to taste tinges of blood. 
	"No… I won't give up…" she muttered, prying any last traces of 
power within her. The two above her only laughed up on their victim's 
helplessness. 
	"She's still fighting…"
	"Not for long…"
	Parra's fist clenched, Electra's arm swung back and Serena was 
forced to look away and await her death. Hope was becoming slim and 
minimal, and tears were streaking her face mercilessly. 
	"I'm… Sailor Moon… I can fight… this evil…" Her false words 
drowned in the crackling of Electra's weapon. Her heart beating 
furiously against her ribs seemed the only thing real at that moment, 
and her mind urged her to try something, anything, instead of just 
sitting there and awaiting destiny. 
	Squeezing her eyes shut, Serena nodded her head once, before 
hurtling to her feet and running forward into Electra, head-butting her 
in the gut. She screamed, her electric ball falling to the ground to 
spark and die. 
	"Hey, ya little brat!" 
	Turning, she saw a storm of weeds flying in her direction, and 
dropped to the ground, before rolling in Parra's direction. 
	"What the… Ay!" She screamed and tripped over Serena's rolling 
form, colliding face-first with the marble floor. 
	Slithering to her feet, Serena was just about to kick her when a 
hand clapped over her mouth, another clenching tightly on her arm. "Why 
you dirty urchin…" Electra growled, her hold tightening. Serena closed 
her eyes momentarily, before opening her mouth and snapping at the 
offered fingers. Her attacker screamed, withdrawing instantly and 
Sailor Moon began to run as quick as her restraints would let her to 
the hallway on the other side of the pit. "She bit me! The little 
mongrel bit me!"
	A furious Parra rose to her feet, turning around to see her 
seething sibling glaring at the girl, attempting to escape. Her gaze 
narrowed. "Why that little…" She clamped her fists at her sides, vines 
sneaking through her veins as she watched the blond ditz. Her stare 
darted to Electra, and catching her gaze, she nodded. 
	Turning, each began to walk to the other girl, strolling in 
different directions around the pit at a leisurely pace as they 
collected energy within their grasp. 
	"You can run down the hallway and we can fight you there, or you 
can stay and die proudly," Electra taunted, electricity boiling through 
her nerves. 
	But to their surprise, Serena didn't run down the corridor, but 
instead stopped directly outside the exit and turned to watch them 
slowly nearing her, not even a fourth way in their approach yet. 
Gulping, she backed up to the wall, feeling an empty torch holder 
against her back. It was little more than an iron ring jutting from the 
wall, but she hoped would serve her purpose nicely. Inhaling a quick 
breath, she backed up on it smoothly, catching a vine in its grasp, 
before falling down to the floor. Her eyes shimmered hopefully as she 
felt the twine fall easily to the floor, and her arms were free. 
Immediately shaking off the rest of the ties, she rubbed at her skin 
briefly before gazing up to the progressing adversaries. Parra narrowed 
her eyes evilly as her weapon was shed from Serena's body, before a 
smooth grin enveloped her face.
	"So maybe she's not as dumb as we thought. But don't worry, I've 
got plenty to spare…" she hissed, a branch crawling over her shoulder 
for added affect. Serena gulped, analyzing the situation. Nowhere to 
go… Two enemies, much stronger… preparing attack as we think…
	They were nearly half way to her now, almost exactly opposite 
themselves around the pit. 
	Serena gulped. "I hate desperation…" she muttered. 
	Her body tensing briefly, she bent her knees and began to dash 
toward the pit, her eyes aimed at the still dangling vine hanging from 
the center of the above doorway. 
	Electra gasped. "Hey! She's gonna try to climb up the rope!"
	Parra only laughed though. "Not if I can help it."
	Serena had no chance as she grabbed onto the green rope and 
instantly, before she realized what was happening, was caught up in it 
as it wrapped itself around her wrists. Parra chuckled. "Try to get 
away from that, Sailor Twit!"
	Serena cried out in anguish briefly. "So… close…" Her body shook 
desperately, trying to escape, but she knew it was no use. Her head 
swinging from side to side could see both Doom and Gloom Girls 
preparing their attacks, staring up at her like ravage dogs. Her head 
sunk, only one tiny ounce of assurance filtering through her thoughts.
	Parra and Electra jumped into the air, their wings beating 
furiously at the air as they aimed their attacks at the dangling 
princess. Serena groaned, slamming her eyes shut. She could hear war 
calls erupt from each of the women's mouths and braced herself. Her 
hands reaching up to tie around the vine, she kicked at the air, 
gracefully pushing herself forward to flip over in a mid-air 
somersault, her legs wrapping around the rope. She hung upside down 
now, the blood already rushing to her head, her eyes still closed. 
	The Girls froze, instantly regretting their released attack. 
Serena could hear their screams and hoped she had achieved her goal. 
The screams died into the air and when she finally opened her eyes, she 
could see the lifeless body of Electra with vines tied tightly about 
her body and neck, sink down to the ground, landing with a loud thud 
against the marble. On her other side, Sailor Moon saw nothing but a 
cloud of ashes spread in the air. She sighed loudly. 
	Stretching to a somewhat more comfortable position, she set to 
untying the vine from her wrist, struggling to pry it apart until 
finally she could slide her hands away. A headache pounding at her 
temples, she swung herself right side up, taking only a second to 
breathe regularly before climbing clumsily up the rope.
	Upon reaching the entrance to the large trap door, she swung 
herself from side to side, easily leaping to the safe platform. Once 
there, she looked around