WELCOME TO S&S

[DESTINY!]

The sky is dark. Something is strange in the wind. It is a good night to die... or at least, that's what the monster thought as she fluttered from building to building, searching for targets. She needed a good, bright spot with which to work... and star seeds. Star seeds were important.

The monster landed. It wasn't that late yet, there were plenty of people around. The monster set up its power... illusions were her specialty.

[Tyler Jones]

Tyler's life had recently become much more exciting and dramatic, he wasn't sure if he liked the change. There were a few things he knew though, he had to find his royal and he had to do everything he could to stop Metallia, that bitch was insane and dangerous, he could not let her be left to her own devices.

"Tyler!"

A familiar voice made him turn around as his oldest friend approached him.

:"Sorin. What are you doing here?"

It was good to see Sorin, since he'd become Sailor Uranus he hadn't had a chance, still hadn't decided whether or not he was going to share his secret with Sorin. It was strange to see Sorin without an entourage or a bunch of screaming groupies. Tyler didn't think much of it though. It really was just good to see a friendly face.

Suddenly she appeared before them floating above the ground. Draped in a gown that exuded cold elegance Queen Metallia stood before them.

"Uranus Power!" Tyler didn't care that Sorin was right next to him, she was dangerous and Sailor Uranus was needed. In a burst of wind and leaves Sailor Uranus appeared ready to face down this threat. He wasn't fast enough though. In a moment a sword comprised of light and darkness appeared in her hand running Sorin through as she spoke.

"I told you if you sided with me I would give you the power to protect those you love, instead I will deprive you of them."

She disappeared in a flash as Tyler ran to cradle his friends head who was on the floor gasping as blood poured from his wound.

"Hold on Sorin, don't die. You can't die. how am I going to get through this without you? Who is going to look out for me?"

[Luka Drake]

Luka had been out dressed in some jeans and a sweater, gloves tucked into his pockets as he sat on a bench. Sketch pad propped on his lap as he drew an old lady that had been sitting on an opposite bench a few feet away feeding some of the birds earlier in the day. His fingers were covered with some of his charcoal from blending and shading as he drew. The day had seemed rather uneventful and calm. He was humming a faint little tune to himself as he worked on his art, though he was pulled from his relaxing task when fingers curled over his shoulder.

His charcoal pencil stilled on the paper and he turned his head to look slowly at the hand that was on his shoulder. Atop his green sweater was a white glove. And not just any kind of glove. No he would have been fine had it been leather, or even a knit glove. No this one was simple cotton and thin. How did he know? Because he'd seen them before up close once when his mother tried to help him deal with his little... phobia.

He could already feel his stomach clench in a knot and he hadn't even bothered to look back just yet. He swallowed slowly and carefully put his pad down and looked back over his shoulder. Sure enough just what he didn't want to see there, was what was standing there behind him. A milk white face with a blood red rose, over sized red lips curled up into a goofy smile, thin painted on black eyebrows and a mop of fuzzy fire engine red hair, complete with a bald patch on top. A damn clown. He jerked away from it as if it's hand burned him and got to his feet facing it, heart racing.

"What the hell do you want?!" Sure he didn't have to be so rude. But clowns gave him the creeps, he couldn't stand them. It was partly why he hated circus', clown pictures, figurines. Anything along that sort he steered clear of. His mother honestly didn't understand it. Neither did he but... ugh they made his skin crawl for some reason. The clown tilted its head at him, blinked it's yellow eyes then its lips curled upwards in a sinister smile showing off pointed teeth.

Now that was just wrong. See that was why he didn't like clowns. And his mother said his fears weren't founded! Ha! As if this wasn't something you should be afraid of. He slipped right into his native tongue of Russian at seeing that. "Fuck я косой." The clown laughed and moved over the bench and towards him.

"Mmm... you look tasty. Think I'll make a snack of you."

Oh dear god if he was dreaming he really hoped someone would shake him awake because he really was not digging this dream. No more hot dogs from the cart in the park after this! Having just slipped into his native tongue his accent held a bit more of a Russian accent than it normally did. "Het. I don't t'ink so." And it wasn't like he had any friends that he was close enough with here yet that would even know about his phobia of clowns.

Every fiber of his being was telling him to run. To get away as fast as he could. But despite the fact that he was terrified of this thing. He didn't, or hadn't ever thought of himself as a coward. Really what could some freak-o do? Right? The only thing he didn't count on was the fact of this clown was honestly something from his own nightmares. All thanks to Stephen King.

"Well you know... I've acquired a taste for you Drake's. Your brother was a bit like a fine wine..." It reached a hand into one of its over sized pockets and removed a severed head. Tossing it on the ground between them now. All Luka could do was stare at that, his mouth had gone dry and he held his breath for a moment. He had no idea what to make of this. A tremble showing just how unnerved he was by it all. Luka was vaguely aware of someone else shouting somewhere nearby him but right now, he was trying to absorb the fact that his brother was dead and this psycho, fanged clown had done it and now it wanted him. His heart was hammering away in his chest. Worry flooded his mind for his parents. Were they still alive? Were they safe? More importantly why was this even happening?!