Title: Ransom
By: Mystical Angel
Chapter: 3
Rating: PG

Disclaimers: Usual, I don't own Sailor Moon ::sigh::

Authors Note: Guess what? I changed my story, I 
thought and thought, and after a while, I decided
 I didn't like how this story was going, so I 
changed it a bit starting from here!  Thanks to 
all the people who e-mailed me even after I forgot
 to wrap the lines in chapter one I now have chapter
 2 and 3 up!  Thank you so much, I received lots of
 fan mail from a lot of people and especially for my
 first fan fiction.  I feel so loved!  Thanks you oh
 so much, I will say it again and again! I want to 
say thanks to Minmae for her ideas and support, like
 usual, and I am proud to announce that I am creating
 my own page, so... everyone make copies of your stories
 for me and I will tell you when and where you can 
send them!  I shall give you all praise! Thanks again
 (déjà vu!) and tell me if I should make any changes,
 sounds too weird? Totally awful and I should keep my
 crappy stories to myself? Tell me, and if any of you 
have any ideas tell me.
        Ja ne!
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Ransom
Chapter 3

	The sun shined brilliantly in the windows of 
the broken down bedroom, glares from the streaked 
glass made rainbows on the door to a closet, or 
that's what I thought it was.  I hadn't slept well
 in days, it was an endless nightmare that continued 
every time I laid my head down on the flat uncomfortable
 off white pillow. I always dreamt of a supernova, 
an exploding star, and it was sort of foreboding, 
like I shouldn't do something, but what I shouldn't 
do was completely void from my mind.
	Tired eyes stared towards the opening of the room,
 the doorknob had gold paint that needed to be re-painted,
 it was chipping and you were able to see a copper color,
 the real color of the knob. Heavy eyelids opened and 
shut against the beat of my pounding heart, they were 
dry as chalk, allergy season had come not too long ago
 and I was without my antihistamine.  The thin blanket 
covered my body up to my knees, my feet hung out looking 
silly.  I all of a sudden got a warm feeling in my heart
 and switched positions, I now lay on my back thinking 
about the night before.  I found myself pretty successful
 even though I didn't get away like I had hoped. Even 
though, for some reason I felt very ashamed and happy.  
I know I shouldn't have been happy, but I was.  I now 
stared at the ceiling back on the bed, my arms were stretched 
out in strange altitudes and I sighed heavily.  I felt 
strange, not a sick or unhealthy kind of strange, but 
an un-knowing kind of strange, if you happen to know 
what I mean.  It's like, I feel this way, but I don't 
know why I felt that way.  I heard a soft melody in my
 head and began to hum with the beat.  My heart thumped 
rapidly for some strange reason.  The blanket was thrown
 from my body by my feet, the sweat pants I wore stilled
 reminded me, or rather smelled like roses and that's 
when I observed something that I never took notice before 
when I was laying on my side.  My head turned limply to 
it's side to look at a bundle lying on top of the night
stand next to the door. It was the clothing I adorned 
yesterday, my shorts, my shirt and socks neatly stacked 
on top of one another. My bare feet slid across the bed 
to the side, the tainted sheets bundled up when I pulled 
my exhausted legs to the side, they rested on the edge 
and for a moment I swung them around just for fun. Smiling
 at my childish antics I stepped up and walked across the 
bare floor to the table and smelled my clean cloths.  They
 smelled like Tide, nice and fresh from the dryer, they 
were still warm with heat.  I stared a moment at the clean
 cloths and wondered why he had even bothered to wash them
 for me in the first place, it was kind of ironic though. 
A kidnapper who is nice, there's a change for you. "Speaking 
of change." I said silently to myself.  I untied the ropes 
to the sweat pants and pulled them down my legs, all the 
way down to my ankles. Quickly, I slipped my shorts back 
on and my shirt and socks I too put on.  Trying to be kind
 to him as he was to me, I folded the clothing, as neatly 
as possible (not that neat) and placed them down on the 
table where my cloths had once been.  Having my own clothes
 on made me feel more comfortable, I didn't feel like I could
 trust anyone, not even him, but why would I?  'Then why do 
I feel different around him?' I thought stopping for a 
moment on my quest back to the bed. Shaking the confusion 
out of my head I tried to think of something useful.  
Nothing except school came up, I wondered what the people
 at school are thinking about.  Did they even know I was
 kidnapped?  Maybe, and if so, what were thinking about?
 Do they even care?
	There were soft murmurs behind the wooden door, I 
stopped thinking and jumped quietly into the bed pulling
 the thin blanket over my cold body.  My form became stiff
 and rigid, I awaited their entry.  I held a steadfast 
position lying on the bed with my eyes tightly shut.  I 
heard the doorknob turn, it squeaked.  My mouth opened 
slightly, anticipating his/her next move. Their were two
 people, both, I am guessing by their weight, male. The 
murmurs continued, I heard one say, "Why are your cloths on
 the nightstand Dare?"  There was no reply from the other 
person, Darien. One walked over to my "sleeping" form and 
looked at my body that was curled up into a tight ball.  I
 heard the breathing get faster when he leaned over me, it
 slowed a bit, it was loud, the person was obviously breathing
 through their mouth.  I didn't know why, but the song my 
friend Raye sang, Oh Starry Night, came into my head and 
wouldn't get out of it until whoever leaned over me left.
  It was strange.
	Someone said something that was so soft I was unable
 to hear the words, but the person above me chuckled a bit
 and I could just imagine the person being Darien, I could
 just see him grin. Footsteps walked to the door and stopped. 
"Are you coming Dare?" the first said.  "Yea, give me a 
minute though, will you?" Said Darien.  "Okay, but don't 
take long, Jean won't like it much." The first said again. 
 When the door closed I turned to the side faced him and 
looked through my eyelashes. He seemed to be looking for 
something. His hands went inside his pockets, body turned
 in a full circle once, and twice, he seemed dissatisfied
 with something and opened the small cabinet on the night
stand, he took a minute to stare at the cloths on the table.
	"I know you're awake, don't try to deny it." He 
said quietly.  My eyes sprung open extremely wide in 
surprise. I shut them hard again to try and throw him
 off, who knows, maybe it'll work I thought.  But he 
was too good, too smart, something I wasn't.  "Your 
face will get stuck like that if you keep your eyes 
shut that tightly."  I heard him chuckle at his own 
joke. Giving up I opened my eyes and began to sit up
 sort of sheepishly.  I felt embarrassed in front of
 him for some reason. I blushed uncontrollably while
 sitting up to look at his grinning face.  He leaned 
against the door, arms were crossed, and legs were 
slightly spread apart. My head went limp and my chin
 fell to my chest.  My face burned with embarrassment.
  I played with my fingers' nervously, what was he 
going to do, I kept asking myself.  
	Nothing but silence accompanied us, we both 
remained silent, I remained nervous and stubborn, 'I 
will not talk one bit' I told myself. I kept feeling 
his eyes surveying me, 'he's testing my patience.' I 
thought. 'Well, I'm not going to give into him.' I 
heard him sniffle a bit, he rearranged himself and 
stood up straight just to walk over to the bed. 'Oh 
no, oh no, get away from me you pervert.' My heart 
started to pound furiously. I kept my head low and did
 not stare into his eyes, I knew I wouldn't be able to
 get back very easily if 
I did. I fiddled with my fingers even more, he stopped
 walking right in front of me, he didn't say anything,
 nor did he walk next to me or sit down with me, he just
 stood there and waited.
	"Are you going to just sit there like that?" He 
said suddenly, but silently. I did not reply, I remained
 calm and sat there like a helpless girl trapped in a 
room with a man twice my size and unsure of what would
 happen next. 'Oh god, get me through this and I'll stop
 eating ice cream with chocolate sauce, fudge, caramel 
sauce, cherries, cookie crumbs, M&M's, and three scoops
 of vanilla and chocolate with one extra scoop of straw
-berry. Please, oh please almighty lord!' I screamed out
 in my head.  "Okay, so sit there and starve."  He started
 to walk away casually, my stomach growled with frustration,
 I hadn't eaten anything for about two days.  I gently 
held my stomach, as if it would help keep the volume 
down a notch or two, it didn't help.  Hearing the foot
steps stop, my lowered head raised just enough for me
 to see his strong body stiffen. He sighed a deep low
 sigh, I almost didn't hear it.  His voice, there was
 something about it, that just made me feel safe and 
reassured again, that everything would be fine. That 
I would get home sometime or another.  'God, what is 
this feeling!?'  My brain raced in confusion. I found
 my head raised all the way to the ceiling, I felt my
 flesh turn hot with the stinging tears already starting
 to trickle endlessly down my cheeks, they were hot.  
The footsteps started again towards the door, I vowed 
not to release my cries until I was sure he was gone, 
away from me, I could not bare to face the fact that 
I had been holding all of this in since they took me,
 I was hungry, more like starving, cold, confused, 
scared, and now there was this crazed feeling when 
he stood near.  What was I supposed to do?  
	Ten minutes had passed since he left the room,
 I finally cried out softly, then more loudly, my sobs
 would be heard down the hall, and it would echo into
 that massive room not far from here, but at that minute 
I didn't care whether any of them heard, if they were 
even here anyway.  I began to get sweaty, my pigtails
 of gold stuck to my back and neck, it was so hot, but
 I was cold at the same time, tears kept pouring out 
like a monsoon, they were infinite. I kept crying out,
 I wanted someone there to comfort me, I wanted a time
 machine to travel back and take his offer for food, 
I wanted to be back home, I wanted to take a math test 
for crying out loud (A.N: pretty darn scary)! I wanted
 to be in my mother's arms, I wanted her to coo in my 
ear like I was her baby again, I wanted so much that 
I knew I might never see, hear, or feel again.  I 
wanted desperately for the past to come raveling back,
 I wanted it to last forever, but that same voice as 
before assured me that deep in my heart my savior would 
arrive, sometime, but when... I was unsure.  'Boy is 
it hot in here.'  I took the light weight blanket and
 raveled it around my trembling body, I took out my 
pigtails for warmth on my back soiled in sweat.  I still
 cried out for my mother, for my father, to hold on to 
my dear life that I treasured so much, something that I
 had taken granted of.	I traveled in the small room, from place to place...
 wherever the sunlight happened to touch, solar heat, I 
must have moved numerous times, over and over, I wanted 
so much to control the situation, I felt as if I were to
 lose my mind.  I knew I was stronger than this, then 
why couldn't I act it?  Finally, out of energy, my strength
 was being taken away from my body, I had so little energy
 left, I wasn't able to move from the darkest and coldest
 corner in the room, so I sat there, alone, I didn't even
 have the energy to cry anymore, I was sleepy, yet unable
 to catch a good nap.  My eyelids stung with heaviness, 
and my head pounded in sync with every heart beat. My 
pulse had slowed dramatically, I felt as if something were
 about to happen, I was drifting off into oblivion somehow. 
 I was so weak...
	Outside of the room was Darien, he stood next to 
the doorway the entire time listening to me cry out for
 love and affection.  It pained him, he didn't know why 
though, his eyes shut tighter and tighter with every sob
 I made, his eyes even started to tear from not being able
 to help, he had helped with one other kid before, (taking
 care of him), but usually he would have cared less for the 
kid, but she was something different, so naïve and especially
 vulnerable at that minute.  He didn't know what to do 
with her, he knew nothing about girls really, especially 
who refused his help.  His back was leaned against the 
front of the door, he slammed his fist against the wood.  
There was no more crying from her, just dead silence, he 
wondered whether she was okay or not, 'I should check.' 
He thought immediately.
	In the far distance I heard a slight squeak from 
the doorknob turning, I was still bundled up in the light
 blanket and in the corner when he walked in.  He looked
 at the bed in amazement, he took a double take, he searched
 the room for me, he then stopped and looked at the corner
 where it looked as if a giant spider lay dead. I sat, not 
moving, shuddering from immense cold.  His eyebrow raised 
at my form, when I raised my head with the remaining strength 
he gasped and swallowed a lump in his throat and took a 
step back. I don't think he knew what to make of me, I sat
 there, not even caring to move. His eyes began to focus 
more carefully upon my curled form. My body pulsed with 
the beat of my heart.  His strong form stiffened, a step
 by step, the clacking of his shoes against the wood floor,
 he walked steadily towards my body, when he stood not 
even three feet away, he squatted and looked into my eyes
 searching for something I could not place.  The back of 
his hand raised and was placed on my flushed cheek, I almost
 swatted it away, but there, again, was the feeling of 
safeness, protectiveness, and warmth.  His eyes were something
 new, something I couldn't place, what exactly was it?  
They held sincerity, and for some reason I trusted them, 
what held in those deep blue orbs surprised me, all 
the boys I've known wanted something in general, but
 this guy, he's... just plain different.  But, seriously,
 how on earth would I know?
	At last he said something while taking his hand 
away from my cheek, he sighed heavily and chuckled a 
bit before letting his head drop to his knees. "Figures,
 I'll be right back." He stood up and walked to the door 
again, he shook his head and looked back at me, I never
 thought he, one of my kidnappers, would be nice 
enough like this. Why on earth is he being like 
this? He should be really hateful and arrogant 
like the others.  Although, he did seem a bit 
irascible in the beginning.  I sat there for a 
while in a lump with my legs close to my body.  
Soon, he reentered the room but this time with a
 teapot, a washcloth, a thick blanket, and a weak 
but true smile. Taking his time he placed the teapot
 and the washcloth on the table where he placed my 
clothes earlier, the blanket was carefully placed on 
the bed and tucked in tightly.  He folded over one end
 and stood still a moment, his head turned and stared
 at me, he chewed on his upper lip and sucked in some 
air while he thought of what to do.  Deciding finally 
he walked over and bent down in a crouch once again, 
he looked me in the eyes and the corner of his mouth 
curled up.  Placing one of his arms under my legs and 
the other underneath my back, he picked me up princess
 style and carried me to the bed, once I was in the bed 
I curled up again and my body shivered, asking desperately 
for some kind of warmth.
	"Lay on your back, please."  Without another 
thought I rolled on my back and closed my eyes, soon
 a cold washcloth was placed on my forehead, I opened
 my eyes once again, sighing deeply I wanted to drift
 off into dreamland.  I don't know why, but when I 
looked into his eyes for the millionth time a song 
came to mind.  I don't know why though.  It replayed
 in my mind over and over again while I just looked,
 unable to express words on how I felt. Darien brushed
 the bangs from my eyes, I sung a few lines quietly 
to myself, I wasn't sure if they were out loud or 
not, but they seemed sweet to my ears.
	"Everybody wants to tell you what to do.  Just
 do what you wanna do.  Whatever, whatever, whatever
 you do.  If you want to get to me you've got to get
 to you..."  The song was by Vitamin C, for some reason 
it  just came up in my mind and to me it fit perfectly.
  The last thing I saw was his eyes widen before I was
 knocked out for a long time.  
	~Dream~
	
	A man and I were in the tunnel of love, it 
was creepy looking and in fright I clung on to 
the man's arm, the man was unidentifiable, but 
all I knew was that he was tall and muscular.  
We came to this cove in the ride and then the boat
 stopped for a moment, it was black and a black 
light was the only thing around for some source 
of light, it made all the white things and yellow
 and some other objects around us have this eerie
 glow about them.  The boat started to spin around 
in a circle at first them it turned into a shape,
 the shape was of a heart.  Something about the 
man's features seemed recognizable, but before I 
could make out what it was or who it was I fell off
 the boat and I was sliding down a slide, it was 
red at first, then it slowly turned to black, going 
through all the colors between them.  As I fell, I 
gained speed, scenery passed me, there were trees,
 lakes, rivers, dumps, rose gardens, and other places
 of the world like London and New York City also 
whizzed by like when Alice fell down the rabbit hole
 in Alice in Wonderland. In the distance I saw the 
end of the black slide.  But there wasn't a bottom to
 it.  I screamed loudly as I fell into nothingness.  
Then... I saw a whitish creamy substance, it was closing
 in quickly, finally I hit it.  I sank right through it,
 I got a mouthful of it and noticed something about it, 
it was whipped cream.  I swam to the top of it and 
then I was on a white concrete floor, in front of me
 was a prisoner, it wasn't an ordinary prisoner though,
 this person was Darien, he was behind bars yelling for
 help and crying at the same time.  A huge gust of wind
 blew in my direction, it was so strong that it made me
 fall over, I didn't understand any of this, I was confused,
 I screamed out in frustration...
	~End dream~

	I woke up in a startle, a light breeze from the 
window blew at me with the northeast morning winds.  
The covers were off of me and I noticed that I had slept
 forever, I felt like my normal self again.  I smiled and
 I looked at the sleeping form of Darien who was leaning
 against the bed on the floor.  Another breeze fell 
against my neck making my hair blow around my body.  
Spinning myself around I looked at the window, the 
restraints were removed and the window was wide open.
  I guess Darien thought he would still be awake when
 I woke up.  I stood up, knowing what I had to do; 
grabbing a chair I slipped it up to the window and 
unlatched the screen.  I was about to jump out the 
window when I stopped short.  My dream came to mind.
  I knew what was to happen, but I couldn't help think 
of what would happen to him when I left.  I couldn't 
help but think of him period.  I've grown attached to
 him, as strange as it sounded.  Quietly I stepped down
 the chair again and tip toed over to his form, bending
 down to my knees I leaned over and placed my hand on 
his cheek and lightly brushed my lips against his for 
a second.  His eyes drowsily opened a bit and his hand
 covered mine a moment, I placed a bit of my torn shirt
 in his hand as I gracefully and swiftly moved back over
 to the window and stepped on the chair.  I didn't want
 to leave, and I knew that, but I knew I had to leave 
for my family's sake.  I stepped out of the window as I
 heard an awakening groan from Darien.  Looking both ways
 for any sign of his teammates or any people at all I ran
 to different objects that covered my entire body, like 
a truck or a building.  I was on my way home.  Hold on 
mom, dad, sammy, I'm on my way!

~Back in the room~
 
	"Awe... HORSE CRUD!"  Darien stood up blindly 
looking at the empty bed with the sheets all ruffled
 and in a pile.  Darien swore and cursed at himself,
 kicking the bed he noticed a piece of cloth in his
 hand.  He stopped immediately, looking at it with 
longing in his eyes tears welled up as the last few 
words Serena had said to him or at all came flashing
 back to mind.  Darien whispered them to himself. 
"Everybody wants to tell you what to do.  Just do 
what you wanna do.  Whatever, whatever, whatever you
 do.  If you want to get to me you've got to get to 
you..."  A single solitary tear fell down his face and
 landed in the corner of his mouth, he licked it away
 and tasted something other than a tear, it was sweet.
  His tongue licked over the spot again and again until
 the taste was all gone.  He made up his mind, he was 
going to follow his heart, he had never cried over a 
girl, especially one he had just met not long ago.  
He knew she couldn't have left that long ago, he ran
 all five steps to the window and jumped out of it 
with a single bound, but then he fell to the ground, 
the wind was knocked out of him.  Soon he was back on 
his feet and started running the only option available.
  Towards the highway, by the time he got to the main 
road, he realized he had his motorcycle back at the 
warehouse. Groaning with the feeling of stupidity he
 hit his head and ran back with adrenaline pumping 
in his veins. The sun was just visible above the horizon
 by the time Darien got back to the warehouse.  He 
had trouble starting the ignition but he was soon 
on his way to find her... to find Serena.
	Andrew and Jean woke up to the sound of Darien's
 motorcycle. In wonder they ran outside and saw him 
riding away alone, they ran across the place to the 
room remembering what he said to them when they saw
 him open the window in the room.  "Don't worry guys,
 she won't try to get away,"
	"You better make sure of that Darien, I don't 
care if the brat is sick or not, she can't get away, 
that one time was bad enough, we almost didn't catch 
her.  You will stay in here all night, you will not 
sleep at all if you are going to leave the window open.
  This is not a request!  You WILL stay in here...ALL 
NIGHT!"  The door was slammed shut in Darien's face.
	When they got to the room they found the door 
still locked but when they opened it she was gone, and
 the window was still open with the screen down.
	"Get dressed Jean, get your gun, we're going on
 a hunt."

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