Chaos Finale: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon Satellites Side Episode
Star Divided

Story settings; it´s around ten years back in the past, as a young Liv Tavor lives in a idealistic world, shielded by those who love her unconditionally. As a young child, she discovers a self too early and too much, especially when things turn for the worst.

Opening: A two-story bright colored home, teeming with a family reunion; a little girl plays with a strange pen, her father watches with a dark look, and unwelcome visitors pay a quick trip, causing a hell and then some.

        Liv Tavor munched on the carrot stick with a bland look. All the children were begin forced to eat healthy things while all the adults got the sweets. Liv wondered what she could do to bribe something off one of her relatives.
        She loved her family get-togethers. As a little girl, she was always surrounded by someone but sometimes she liked to be alone too. Being alone now, she pulled out the strange pen she had found a few months ago and fiddled with it. With what looked like a falling round comet going upward straight, it´s tail three pointed and short, and a sucked in handle that ended in a rounded diamond, she was in love with the beauty of it.
        But she had only tried twice to use it. Her first time, it had stopped halfway, creating a feeling of hollowness in her body, scaring her out of transformation. Her second time had been more complete as she swished around in the strange garment. She remembered twirling, spinning and spinning until the skirt flitted around her thin hips. She had come to a stop, feeling tired and strangely, as if she were being watched.
        She had turned, and searched all in vain. She caught no one in sight. If she had paid a little more attention to the slight movement of the potted plant, she would´ve seen the one who was watching her.
        As it was, she still didn´t know what the pen was supposed to do for her. She didn´t understand it at all or believe it was something terribly important. She had believed it to be a game.
        And she found out all too painfully and violently, that it was a destiny she wished she could forsake.
        "Liv, baby?" Her mother had the same red hair, pulled down by a clip as it fell down in short tufts to her shoulders. Her brown eyes shone as she eyed her youngest. "What do you think you´re doing?" She wagged a finger teasingly at her. Liv had been inching toward the big people table for the sweets she saw, just out of reach.
        "I´m.. thirsty," Liv tried her best to look convincing.
        "Liv?" Her mother´s foot tapped.
        "I just wanna little piece, Mama."
        Her mother rolled her eyes before kneeling down. "I have something to give you, Liv. Your father suggested it to me because he thinks you´ve been a bit neglected because of your sister´s wedding."
        At the mention of her sister, she had stuck out her tongue, looking a little ticked off but mostly uninterested. But she brightened as her mother handed her the locket.
        "Pretty!" Liv held the locket and blinked in surprise. "It´s heavy!"
        "Why don´t you open it?" Her mother asked gently.
        With a soft click, Liv beamed at the family portrait. All four kids, her parents, and even her dog had made that picture. She closed it and her fingers picked up on etching on the back. She turned it and studied the symbol. It seemed eerily familiar but her mother closed her fingers suddenly.
        "Take good care of it, Liv. Please, for your family?"
        Liv´s smile faltered, hearing something in her mother´s voice. "I will, Mama."
        "Good girl," she stood up gracefully before plucking a fudge brownie. "Just this once."
        "Yea! I love you, Mama!" Liv hugged her mother impulsively before running off to scarf the offered food eagerly.
        She was in a hurry to get outside when she felt herself collide in familiar legs. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around her father´s legs who pretended to stumble for her amusement.
        "Let me go, Liv," Came his gentle voice. A pale skinned man, he was lanky and lean, with tussled dark brown hair and navy blue eyes. He looked down and something flickered as his gaze moved to the locket in her hand. "I see Mama gave you our gift."
        "Yep! Thank you, Daddy!" She held on tighter. "Not ever letting go!" She giggled.
        "Liv," She was upholstered from her spot into her father´s arms. "Sometimes that´s all that´s needed to move on. You´ll eventually want to be let go, you know."
        "Nope." Came the decisive voice of a nine-year-old.
        Her father´s eyes glimmered for a moment.
        "Papa.. are you crying?"
        "No, no," He set her down gently. "I have to help your grandfather. Behave and stay close to the house, all right?"
        "Aye, aye, captain!" She watched him lope off, before reaching into her pocket with a look of concentration. She stared at her pen in momentary confusion, unsure why she felt the need to pull it out.
        She then switched her attention to the locket, specifically the back for the strange symbol. It was a stylized number four to her but yet, it meant something she couldn´t quite place.
        The screams came from the far front as she turned in shock and sudden fear. "Mama? Papa?"
        She was greeted by even more screams and something sounding like fish hitting water. She tore inside and found people running all hell-bent to flee. Shoved, trampled, and stunned, shock filled her as strange creatures appeared, wielding sharpened blades upon their insectoid arms.
        Bodies fell, blood splattered and she ran around them, ducking as she screamed for her parents. She felt fingers grasp her shoulders, her father looming over her.
        "Transform!" He shouted, shaking her. "TRANSFORM!"
        He made a gurgled sound, then choking as he fell to his knees, blood dripping out as the light in his eyes faded. She pushed back, her eyes huge as her father fell dead at her feet. The monster had turned it´s attention to the more moving adults as she ran to the side rooms of the home. "MAMA!"
        She felt her mother´s arms encircle her before being shoved behind her. "Leave my daughter alone! I won´t let you take her life!" Her mother screamed.
        And Liv watched as the insectoid´s leg jutted out from her mother´s back, the blood caking her as her eyes turned black. Her mother crumbled lifelessly as Liv watched the monster approach, it´s beady eye focusing on her.
        "No... NO.... Am.. Amal...Amaltheia.. power.. MAKE UP!" She screamed it and felt it, the rush of power. But it choked her, and it rebounded off her, crushing her lungs as she screamed in suffering.
        And watched the creature move away, it´s limbs dripping her mother´s blood upon the wooden floor.
        "Mama..." Her fingers reached out, feeling the still warm skin of her mother. "Mama.. wake up..."
        Her eyes turned toward her pen, grasped painfully in her fingers, so hard her knuckles were white. "My fault... it´s all.. my fault." She could remember her father´s wild eyes, her mother´s words and love, and something tore in her. "My fault.." She whispered, again and again as her shoulders dropped down, her arms gathering her mother to her.
        The sirens echoed in the dead air, no sound of movement whatsoever. It came closer and closer until the sound of running entered the home.
        "It´s a blood bath," A man´s voice echoed in the still air. He entered the room where Liv sat with her mother. "Oh, Holy Hell, there´s a kid!"
        "Why is she still alive?" Another officer, an older, grizzled man asked suspiciously.
        "Geez, the poor thing probably saw the whole thing. Whatever the reason, she needs to get out of here." The young officer gently pulled her from her mother. She was still mumbling to herself as the locket slipped from bloody fingers.
        "NO!" Liv screamed, grabbing it before it could even fall a foot from her. "MINE!" She sobbed, holding it to her chest.
        "Come on, honey, let´s go now." The officer gently led her out.
        "Everyone´s dead." She heard the rest talking to the commander. "Attacked by damn youma... I wish there was just some way to fight these things. At this rate, all of humanity will be extinguished.."
        ‘No way to fight, to survive,´ Liv´s thoughts haunted her, as well as her nightmares. She had failed. She knew now she had been watched before, her father had known. And she had let him die because of her fault. She wasn´t fit to be a senshi, fit to be anything human. And all she wanted, as time moved painfully slow, was to let go..
        ...Just let go.