CHAOS FINALE
Episode Four: Broken Shells To Equal a Whole

        Story settings; two girls living in a studio apartment, with a talking cat. While one has relatively retained her sanity, another is about to snap in half unless she takes control of herself and the power within. In sweeps a small woman with pale golden hair and apple green eyes with words of wisdom, bare be those words be.

Opening
        Liv is, again, fleeing her roommate and the cat that talks. Unable to comprehend due to her refusal to even think about the cautionary and what the other girl was throwing away, she heads into a worsen side of town in search of a drink.

        Liv couldn´t take it. The incessant noise, the constant flow of thoughts, words, voices that screamed at her in the most unlikely times. During a massive chemistry test, she had passed out completely and in her drive home, she nearly drove into a pole.
        And she had to find some way to drown out the sounds. The emotions, the surging of feelings of guilt, pain, and suffering so she could at least sleep till the morning.
        She just wanted to get drunk off her ass, plain and simple. But she didn´t even get her foot in the door.
        "What do you mean I can´t get in?" She screeched. Her red hair stood stark in the group of the less brightly hued hair as she waved the fake ID. "I´m old enough!"
        "Sorry, honey. Either you get lost or I do it for you," the bouncer turned toward the next person in line. She fumed as she stomped off.
        "Not that great of a place anyways!" She yelled over her shoulder, slighted. She trudged on looking for a tiny place to lose all her troubles.
        She continued to walk farther away from the hustling of the dark scene and into the unknown. The trees loomed over her, the shadows long in the soon faded sun rays. She looked around, confused.
        "Where am I?" She asked the air. It rustled, as puzzled as she felt.
        The pain in her chest intensified. Her gaze shifted uneasily. This feeling was eerily familiar, having haunted her in the darkest of her nightmares.
        "No...no.. please, stay away, stay away," she whimpered, falling to her knees, her head bended forward. "I´m not like them, I´m not!"
        "Not like who?"
        Liv´s eyes, dull and glazed, looked up to the small woman. A petite figure, with long, silky pale blonde hair and sparkling apple green eyes, the other woman stood there as if on air.
        "Who are you?" Liv asked thickly. "Here to kill me?"
        "I have no reason to hurt, why would I want to kill?" The woman tilted her head inquisitively. "I am Perdita Damia. You may be.." She trailed off, an opening given.
        "Liv Tavor.." The two stared at each other, the one on her knees much more assessing.
        "How nice to meet you. I´ve been waiting for one of you to find me."
        "What?" Liv´s already pale skin blanched even more white.
        "We are the same, I feel it." Perdita pressed a hand to her chest, her eyes closing as her head tilted up. "We are one with all but we are also our own."
        "I don´t.. I was just.. looking.."
        "For the silence? Listen around you, Liv Tavor, to what nature is doing, what it is saying.."
        The pause was long and nothing stirred. No winds, no chirping, nor even scurrying marred the moment.
        "Nature is beautiful as she listens to us. If we want something, sometimes we must close our bodies to listen to our souls. Nature will help us bring out who we are inside."
        "You´ve got to be kidding me. Who the hell are you and why do you think about this crap? It´s just better to hide, to lie, just to keep safe!"
        "Who is keeping you safe?"
        "What?" Liv was taken aback. "I... I´m protecting myself."
        "No, you´re not." The locks moved slowly. A thick strand fell over her right eye gracefully, blocking it. A single apple green eyes shined with life. "She is."
        Liv bit back a scream. "SHE? SHE!? That who never saved me or my family? While I watched my mother be slaughtered, my father beg for my help? I can still feel my mother´s blood caked upon my being, the anger in my father´s eyes, and that soulless thing.. that monster that left me alone. It wouldn´t kill me!"
        "It wasn´t your fault," came the gentleness, the soft sweet of her voice. Perdita´s eyes still shone. "It was never your fault, Amaltheia."
        Liv blocked her ears. "Shut up," she hissed. "Leave me alone! Go away! Go away! Go way, goway, goway, GO AWAY!" She screamed so high, her voice broke as she shook with the force of her scream.
        Looking up, she saw nothing. The dark skies a darkening purple, the black-blue slipping into sight. The trees were dark and forbidding, closed off and the shadows clamored over her.
        Shame filled her. A familiar feeling, it ached deep in her bones as she fell forward to her elbows, sobs breaking out.
        No matter how much she ran, it would always come back.

        Carmen muttered to herself, resting comfortably on a bench. Covered in flaking paint, it creaked with the slight movements of people passing by but no one looked at the cat, giving no notice of her.
        She´d been tailing a man for a week now and still had no opportunity to approach. Dressed like a fighter, with a white beater tanktop, loose riding black, and very fake, leather jeans, and sandals with straps crossed across his foot, he was constantly moving. He had gold-blonde hair that fell heavily down the middle of his back. His front bangs were long and uneven around his sculpted features. They were dyed green with the two longer strands melting into turquoise. It matched his turquoise eyes.
        And so far, he had gotten into three fights in one week. Carmen noted that he won them all and hadn´t instigated the start but he certainly knew how to finish them.
        And she wondered how he´d take to a talking cat. She kept her eyes as slits as the man passed by in a breeze, his muscles rippling with each movement, his cocky superiority soaked in every atom of his body.
        She jumped down nimbly and followed dutifully. Eventually, there had to be a moment. And there was and it came from a surprising source.
        "Gramma?" The man knocked on an apartment door, settled in a nursing home. "I´ve come to visit."
        She was up in her wheelchair. Her snow white hair pulled in a messy bun, her turquoise eyes still bright as she pushed herself forward. "Aye, I cannot believe I was placed in this dump. When are you getting that place of yours, boy?" She asked with a quick assessment of his clothes. "You´ve been fighting." She stated flatly.
        "They picked it first, not me," he began.
        "Gwydion Enid, what did I teach you? All that I taught of you that I taught your father, bless his soul."
        His father, the man he never met face-to-face. Like the mother who deserted him, he was only assured of his love from his grandmother, despite what she told him. If he had been younger when she saved him, he might´ve believed but his father left him for Heaven a long, long time ago. His eyes spoke all of this as he stared back at Gramma.
        "He loved you very much. He only loved two people in his young life.." Her eyes were downcast. "Oh, to see him thinking back then. Love saved him once, I only hope it will save you when you need it."
        Gwydion nodded. He turned and stared at a old picture of his father, nestled on the drawer right next to his grandmother´s bed.
        Daniel Enid´s boyish looks, slightly effeminate smile, intelligent brown eyes. And yet a sadness carefully hidden. Gwydion never learned about the first love, he wanted none of it.
        Or so he told himself time and again. His curiosity attempted to move but he was strong fast. No need to bother, he was too old to even care about it. True love, he scoffed at it. His father fell in love with his mother, who fell into chronic depression after his father died in the accident. That´s how much she loved him but she never seemed to love her son at all.
        "So Gramma.." He began and turned toward her, looking into her knowing eyes. "I was just stopping by."
        He turned to leave.
        "Gwydion, do you believe in the higher forces? Of the battle of Good versus Evil?"
        It was a familiar question. At a point in his life, he told her flatly, no, because all he ever got was Evil.
        "But you don´t know what true evil is, Gwydion. Or of Good yet."
        Now, however, it was different. "I do want to, Gramma."
        "Then when destiny calls for you, will you answer?"
        He left shortly after that, the image of his father locked in his mind. He wondered what it was about his father that seemed to haunt him all the time.
        He turned a corner and went stiff from the impact. Three more thugs he had seen run off from the last fight had arrived.
        "Visiting the sick?" One leered. A skinhead with as much fashion on as his head had hair, the man stood up with a messy arch of the eyebrow. "How touching."
        The condescending tone probably didn´t help with Gwydion´s mood so he took the hint and threw the first punch.
        And after breaking the nose, he went flying into garbage bins. "Ouch.." He stuck a head out and ducked back in as the men kicked the bin over, spilling him and all the contents out.
        "Listen, don´t make me kick you from here to Hell, bastard," he snarled, shoving himself up.
        "Dude, three against one, you lose."
        He didn´t think so but seeing them still in sudden fear brought a grin to his face. "Why´d you go shit-faced?" He sneered.
        A shadow fell over his back to cast at his feet as his gaze dropped slowly. A very big, disfigured shadow.
        Something that said it was just all so wrong and that maybe he shouldn´t turn around. "Oh fucking aye..."

        Liv had spent the night dreaming of nothing. She was lying to herself, she hadn´t really fallen asleep thought she finally crashed in class. She was dragging herself home when the three men fled from her as she felt something in the air give way.
        "No.." She whimpered and turned automatically toward the dirt path in between the two buildings. The tall man stood in front of her, staring at her in terror. She was rooted as she gazed higher at the sky bearing creatures. Much like a humanoid bat, she wondered dimly what going to Hell would be like.
        It ignored the man and went for her. She hoped it would kill quickly.
        She went sideways as a body slammed into her. "Transform!" Came Perdita´s voice.
         She turned to retort and started.
        The girl wore a gray tiara with a dull green, oval gem in its center. Her earrings were gray studs with gray rimmed green round jewels dangling freely. The choker was a  gray metal band that ended in a bottom point with the top straight across the throat. In its center was a oval green gem. The collar was black with a thick green edge. Her brooch was a green diamond, edged in gray with triangular gray wings pointing out to the sides. Her bodice was fully white with additional shoulder protectors, in a set of two on each side and made of metal, the top was black and the bottom gray. Under the breasts was a black band that narrowed in the middle to form a upside down v outline.
        The gloves covered three-fourths of her arms, colored green and sewn at the sides. She had metal wrist guards, with a diamond shaped green gem in the front of her wrist. Her waistband was a thick black metal belt, slung low on her hips and dipped in the center.  There was an additional gray metal band in that center of the this band, with a green diamond in it center, as long as the black belt underneath. Her skirt had a partial upper layer of green fabric, opened in the front center, on top. The  bottom was black fabric. Her back bow was fringed in three points, the tail short and wide. She wore ankle green boots, with gray metal bands that were straight across the top and dipped down in the bottom. In its front center was a green diamond. The top edge was black additional fabric, that opened up like a collar to wrap around the back leg.
        "You..."
        The girl turned. "I cannot do this alone; please, I beg you, answer the call."
        Liv swallowed as the creature turned toward them.
        Oblivious to the man, who stared at fascination to the senshi, his heart beat in his chest painfully. Watching the creature lung as the warrior shoved the other to the side again, he felt something react in him.
        "Here!" A spin and whoosh, a pen fell in front of him. "You wish to protect her, transform!"
        He didn´t even think about it. Fingers grasping it hotly, he called out hoarsely. "Oberon Power, Make Up!"
        His body edged in silver, fading into white as it flashed several times than blossomed into his transformed state. Which, surprisingly, wasn´t too far from his taste.
        He had a silver straight tiara, with a navy blue oval gem in it´s center, edged in silver. For jewelry, his left ear had a metal band molded to the bottom half of his ear, just off his earlobe. His right ear had a clip that attached to the bottom, a thin chain dangling from one end to the next. He wore a sleeveless brown overcoat, with a high collar that went just above his chin. Underneath, he wore a black tanktop, tucked into his belted blue jeans which tucked into the boots nearly creaseless. The belt was gold with a round navy blue gem edged in gold at its center. His boots were dark brown and rounded tip over the knees, with a slight heel rise. On his left wrist was a silver metal wrist guard; the right was colored gold.
        "Tarot Deduce!" A card formed in his fisted hand. He stared at it, surprised. It was the Queen of Aces. He threw it at the beast as it threw a energy ball. It met with the ball and both fizzled out.
        Having caught it´s attention, it threw another attack. His hand tightened as another card formed. He started, it was different than the first. It was now the Jack of Hearts. He threw it again and not even that far from him, it copied the coming attack, flying over it. Both the creature and the guy were hit.
        "Oberon!" Carmen shouted.
        "Oberon, who´s Oberon?" Gwydion poked a head up. "Oh, that must be me."
        "Get up!" Liv shrieked.
        The beast moved again. "Tarot Deduce!" His eye caught the white blank as he threw it in desperation.
        It become a combined form of energies. He felt it, of space, light, and wind, leaving traces of star dust in its wake as it hit full on to the floating beast in mid-lunge. It turned to dust even before a claw could touch the ground.
        "That was wonderful!" Carmen beamed.
        "You´re talking to me?" He asked faintly.
        Carmen turned. "And Ananke...." The blond haired senshi was gone with the wind. "Or not.." She turned toward Liv, for a moment looking cool before softening. She moved forward hesitantly.
        "Liv?" She asked gently.
        Liv was captivated by Gwydion. "Why? Why did you do it?" She asked hollowly.
        "I didn´t want you to get hurt." He shrugged.
        "Oh.." Liv stood up, ashen faced and shaky. She left, as if like a zombie.
        "Will she be all right?" Gwydion asked the cat.
        "Only time will tell, only time will tell."