CHAOS FINALE
Episode Ten: Insanity Breeds Contempt

        Story Settings; a glimpse of a soldier of a satellite that doesn´t exist that gives a sort of dispelled emotion that leaves one wrung out and dried. Vulcan is a powerful but detached warrior who has aligned himself with Sailor Chaos for his own reasons, though bizarre they be.

Opening
        In a small community college, a red-headed man with crystal blue eyes that show no emotion works diligently on his degree toward forensics. Just starting, he is a little disturbing. He doesn´t smile, talk, or interact with others and if forced or approached, one would get the feeling of a building rage, though none of it is expressed at all. His very being tends to frighten off any good Samaritans, even the teachers are wary of him.

        The professor of the English 118 class cleared his throat nervously. The aging man fiddled with the papers on his desk, his nimble fingers twitching before he took a deep breath to face one of his students.
        "Doyle, I must say that this last essay was wonderful to read. I was a bit bothered though, where do you get your inspiration?" The man pushed his too-large glasses off the crook of his nose, his dark brown eyes looking out with interested meshed with trepidation.
        "Real life experience?" Doyle asked airily, as if he expected the teacher to know the answer better.
        "Well," the professor shifted. "You should think about writing horror stories, this story is quite chilling though I do have to point out it had little to do with the topic given."
        "Free range to write on," Doyle´s shoulders barely moved, denoting a shrug. "As long as it related to a part in your life that meant the most to you."
        "Yes, but.." The professor´s eyes hurriedly skimmed the paper. "You´ve mentioned a spirit of sorts.."
        "I was delusional," Came the flat answer. "I was seven years old and had witnessed my father´s death. It was natural for me to find someone who I could talk to."
        The professor nodded slowly. "Of course. But…"
        "May I have my paper back?" Doyle asked evenly.
        Without any more for the professor to say, he simply gave the paper to the student. Doyle´s lips barely moved up at the sight of the man´s shaking hands. It could´ve been from the older age or the professor was a little afraid of him.
        Doyle hoped it was the fear. He was getting tired of having to interact with the so-called higher forces of the school grounds. It was getting irksome to bend over backwards. There was only one person he would listen to and that was only because she could understand him.
        No one else could.

        On the grounds, heading out to his high-priced vehicle, he crumbled the paper and tossed it, not even giving a first glance as it hit into the garbage can. He spotted the various groups of students, some still fresh from high school and desperate to remain in their little cliques and others who were more into meeting new people. He wanted nothing to do with either types. He looked up with distaste at the clear skies. "Would it be too much to have a nice storm?" He asked selfishly.
        The phone clasped to his pocket rang with a cute melody. It took a moment before he blinked lazily then pulled it from his waist to his ear. He pressed a button and spoke. "Milady, tis a good time to hear your beautiful voice. For what do I have the most honor of speaking upon your terms?"
        There was a soft buzz of talking before his smile widened, changing from a pleased to somewhat predatory sharpness. "Ah, to meet? Where would you like, my lady?" He continued to smile that sharpened smile. "Wonderful."
        The click was audible as he shut off his phone. "Me thinks that I shall be having more fun tonight."

        Carmen shifted in the bed that Heloise had bought her. Carmen stared sullenly out in general, unable to get comfortable. Heloise turned in her sleep and kicked Carmen off. Carmen wondered if that´s what was bothering her, if she knew that she was going to be kicked. If so, then that was a waste of foreshadowing for her.
        She exited the room, her tail flicking in the air. Fully grown back, her long hair was more softer with each better day of treating and with each day, the more intelligent and human she became. It bothered her a bit. She was just meant to be a cat, she served as no use as a guide.
        She found an open window, left ajar due to carelessness. The air was crisp with the promise of a cold season. She was glad she was indoors. She didn´t think she´d survive winter again on her own. Her first had been her last. Her tail frisked in glee at that idea of safety and warmth. Cheered up by that simple notion, it took a moment before the glow surrounding her was noticed.
        "What the..?" She disappeared from sight in a blink and when she cracked her eyes open, she was in a barren landscape. Ruined buildings, discarded bones, and a chilling wind far colder than any winter could bring shifted in from the northern direction.
        "Where AM I?" She asked out loud, her tail fully engorged to twice it´s width. "WHAT AM I DOING HERE?" She yowled.
        A light swirled under her as she felt herself fall, despite her intent to move. She was frozen for a moment before she landed again, in another place entirely. Though not as badly ruined as the first view had been, this part of the world looked like it was either dead or fast dying.
        She moved stiffly, her tail straight in the air as her eyes scanned hurriedly but saw no source or person for her ‘visit´. But something called to her, at the back of her mind. "Who´s there?" She asked bravely.
        She heard a rustle and turned with a hiss and stilled at the woman standing in front of her. A woman in white and gold, with eyes of blue and long locks of silver white hair. Up in heart shaped odango and ornamented in beads, the woman knelt down to look face to face.
        "So, Carmen, how is speech going for you?" The woman asked cheerfully.
        "Fine, I suppose," Carmen´s eye twitched. "Who are you?"
        "Look closely and I´ll even give you three guesses. The first two don´t count."
        "Cosmos." Carmen´s ears went flat against her scalp. "YOU! While I appreciate the warmth of a home, why did you pick me to be a guide? I don´t know anything!"
        "No, you don´t. But I cannot leave here, not yet. I need a messenger."
        Carmen glared up at the soldier. "Great, just great."
        "It´s not much but I need someone I can trust completely. The silver light chose you because you have the strongest loyalty to the light and people."
        "ME?" Carmen´s glare softened with confusion. "I hated people."
        "No, you hated how you were treated but you, even in your feline form, held more intelligence and you could understand a similarity between your treatment by others to how the race was being treated by ‘her´."
        "With hate and malice."
        "Yes."
        "So what do I do now?"
        "There is always a silver lining somewhere. A goal is often the destination, getting there is hard enough for others but sometimes, one cannot reach without getting rid of obstacles. We must gather all the Satellite senshi in order to get rid of the problem."
        "Chaos, right."
        Cosmos´s face was unreadable. "There are more ways to defeat then others realize. I have learned a great lesson, one that I hope that I can teach to all of you before the bad gets worse."
        "So, you brought me here. What for?"
        "There are three rogues who call themselves Sailor Senshi."
        "Vulcan."
        "Yes… he´s going to be a problem. We must take his abilities away." Cosmos stood up. "Find Orcus."
        "Orcus…of what?"
        "The Kuiper Belt Satellites."
        "How many of them are there?" Carmen demanded. "It´s hard enough with a handful, you trying to get rid of my other eight lives?"
        "There are a total of thirty one."
        Carmen resumed her earlier glare. Cosmos smiled gently as she once more knelt. "What strength there had been is no more. The soldiers of the Planets are long gone," A mist drifted over Cosmos´s eyes, her eyes filling unexpectedly. "And the only way to be strong enough is to awaken the Satellite soldiers. They weren´t meant to be like this, they would´ve have been peaceful but now, lives are on the line. I wish I were strong enough but I´ve lost too much and there´s just not enough left."
        Carmen tilted her head, looking up thoughtfully. "You mean something else than the number of warriors. About yourself."
        "Perhaps."
        "So, all right, find Orcus. Any ideas?"
        "Trail after the Mars Satellites, they´ll meet up with them. Oh, and tell Deimos that when she feels to take control, let her do so." Cosmos´s hand lifted in the air. "I´ll summon you after you´ve found Orcus…"
        The voice grew more distant as she blinked and once more found herself in her bed, as if she had never left.
        Until Heloise turned again and with a foot up her butt, she was stranded on the floor, glaring up at the offending feet. A quick swipe had Heloise waking up screaming.
        "What the hell was that for?!"
        Carmen rolled her eyes as she jumped onto the bed, settled on the pillow next to Heloise´s head and said coldly. "Kick me again and I´ll use my teeth."

        Midnight, the witching hour. The air was freezing, the darken pasture of death earth harden to the point of being nearly stone. Doyle stood in wait as he felt the excitement build. The air fluctuated around his left side, a few feet from him as a swirling portal opened and the blacken figure stepped out.
        Blackness from lid to lid, a pale, sickly skin, dark royal purple, so dark it was nearly black, hair that fell down thickly in heavy waves past her feet. A crown of black with a lavender diamond in its center, surrounded by another triangular diamond on each side. White beads wrapped from the corners of her crown, around her hair, with additional strands as long as her hair trailing down. It looked rather like stars sprinkled in her locks.
        Her choker was made of lavender beads wrapped twice along her throat, with the top attached to the bottom in a vertical string. Her collar was pitch black, with a lavender crescent moon facing upside down, two gold horns jutting up from the top sides, and a dangling gold multi-pointed star attached the crescent by a string of white, delicate beads. Her body was clad in a lavender, cut across the chest, dipping in the center, short dress. A tight fitting one that revealed all of her ample features. She wore a black, leather covering across her breasts, following the top edge as the dress as well as dipping inward into the valley of her breasts. It hugged her body perfectly, curving down her sides farther toward her back till is splayed out like a cloak at hip length to drag onto the floor. The inside was a lavender shade. She wore heavily striped black stocking, that disappeared into high heel black stilettos, strapped in a criss-cross across her foot and then her ankle.
        "Chaos, how beauteous you are to mine eyes. You are like honey to the bees, of the reason why men write poetry," Doyle bowed deeply. "How may I service you?" His soft undertones drifted a desired notion.
        She gave a cold smile. "You faced off against your fellow Satellites and yet you did not get rid of them. They are in the way, is that understood?" Her voice was soft and light, her tone a personal level.
        "I did not mean to fail," He smiled charmingly, his eyes taking in the cold eyes willingly. "I will not fail again."
        "The more that there are, the more dangerous things become. We do not want to let ‘her´ win, now do we? She who allows the worst to live," Chaos bit out the last words, anger coloring it brilliantly.
        "I will do as you commanded. I would kill her with my own hands for you."
        "Oh no, my love, that will be my doing. To finally achieve all that I wanted will be when she dies."