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SAILOR OBERON: YEAR ONE
PART OMEGA: WINDY'S MEMORIES (BY INVID HELLCAT)
Windy's Bedroom:
Sailor Oberon sat on the floor tears of joy and relief now flowing down
her face. She hadn't bothered to change back into her regular human
form. She was too exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally to do
so. Zephyr's body was now dead and her mind for all practical purposes
is now forever trapped on the Astral Plane. In a way Sailor Oberon felt
as though she had just delivered Zephyr a fate far worse than death.
She could live with that; her best friend was now fully avenged, and
that is all that mattered to the red head. Slowly Sailor Oberon stood
up and crawled into bed and slept. The dark clouds that had once
embraced her seemed to have backed off just a touch but were still
within arms reach. Windy felt comfortable with the fact that their hot
and intoxicating touch was within her reach when she needed it. For now
she wanted more to rest and mourn the loss of her best friend.
Something inside of her was gnawing at her telling her that this was
only the beginning that more trails and challenges lay ahead, but for
now she could care less she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
The Next Day:
Even though Windy felt like she had gotten her revenge that she desired
so badly the fact that Janet was gone still made her numb. As she sat
under the tree that her and Janet had sat under so many times in the
past, she couldn't stop the flood of memories of all the times that the
two girls had spent together. Pam and Justin had tried their hardest to
help Windy thru the pain and loss, even as they too were mourning the
loss of their close friend. The three friends became closer than ever
but Pam and Justin could tell that Windy was now more distant than they
had ever seen her. They both chalked it up to Windy's own way of
handling the grief. All three friends knew that they had a long road to
walk before life would seem to be normal again. Janet maybe gone but
the three friends swore that she would never be forgotten. At lunch
Windy could almost hear Janet telling her that it was time stop crying
and live her life to the fullest. Windy could almost hear Janet tell
her that despite her awesome powers she'll never be able to save
everybody all the time. Despite all of that though she still felt she
had failed. The one person she should have been able to protect without
fail she couldn't all of the lives she had saved she couldn't save her
best friend, and for that she would never forgive herself.
Later that Night:
Windy was in her room lying in bed crying. It had barely been
forty-eight hours since Janet had died, rather been murdered. There was
a knock at her door. "Windy, sweetie you have a phone call." Tracy
Hayes told her daughter. Windy dried her tears and picked up the phone.
"Windy it's Ms. Avalon I was wondering if you'd like to give a talk
about Janet at her funeral. You were her best friend and I think she'd
want that." Windy could tell from the sound of her voice that she had
crying too. "Yes, I'll do that Ms. Avalon." Windy spoke shakily her
voice breaking with emotion. The two had a short conversation about a
few other things but nothing really of any major consequence. After
Windy hung the phone, she felt like she wanted to crawl under a rock
and stay there till she died. How could she speak at her best friend's
funeral when she was just as responsible for her death as was Xombor?
Sometimes Windy had to wonder if she had only won the battle while
Xombor and Zephyr had really won the war. Windy felt as though the only
way to truly rectify the situation was by her own death. "At least I'll
be able to see Janet again." Windy mumbled half to herself. Loki had
heard this and perked up. "Windy, don't whatever you're planning to do
just stop now, I somehow doubt that Janet would be happy to hear you
talk like that." Loki said cautiously. "You don't know anything about
Janet so don't tell me what she would and wouldn't like to hear." Windy
snapped as she threw a cup at the cat. Loki just jumped from off the
nightstand and under the bed figuring it would be better to stay out of
sight for a while, but he still worried about Windy's mental and
emotional state. She had just suffered a great trauma and it would take
a while to heal from it, but even though this latest thereat had been
neutralized others would come, and Windy would have to be ready to
face them.
One Week Later:
Windy had been quiet all morning she had only spoken two words from the
time she had woken up and gotten out of bed and those were to tell her
mother good morning. She didn't really want to say anything to anybody.
As had been the case for the last week she found herself doubting if
she'd be able to say to the things she wanted to say the service. One
thing was sure she wanted nothing more than to get this over with.
Windy had felt like she was walking in a fog all week. She felt like
she didn't know up from down. Now today it felt like the fog could
start to lift, and the true process of getting over the grief could
begin. After Windy had gotten out of the shower, she got dressed she
wore a plain black dress, and black pumps. She grabbed a piece of
folded paper from off her desk as well as a wallet sized school picture
of Janet, and then walked down stairs to her mother car so they could
leave. The drive to the funeral home was made in complete silence after
it became obvious that Windy wasn't going to talk. Tracy was worried
about her daughter. She gave Windy more leniency than normal because
she herself remembered when her own father had died and knew the
effects of grief on a person; however, it was beginning to seem as if
Windy was taking it too far. How cold and distant Windy had become
since Janet's death seemed to be dangerously too much, but the only
thing that Tracy could really do was let time take its course. When
they had arrived at the funeral home. As soon as Windy got out of the
car she hugged her mother as tightly as she could. "She's really gone
isn't she mom?" Windy asked in between sobs. Tracy hugged her daughter
back at first not sure what to say. She kissed her daughter on the top
of her head. "Yes, honey she is, but you're still here so you have to
live life and be happy I know that's what Janet would want you to do."
Tracy responded as she held her sobbing daughter softly rubbing her
back. The two stayed like that for several seconds before Tracy told
Windy that they needed to head inside. Once they got inside Janet's
family asked Windy and her mother to sit with them. Windy gave Janet's
mother a tight hug. "Windy, thank you. I know that Janet would be happy
to have you speak today." Nikki Avalon whispered into the younger
girl's ear. "Of course." Windy replied. She was then given a hug by
Janet's father. "I don't need to tell you how much Janet loved you." He
said as he helped Windy to her seat. Windy looked at the picture she
had brought of Janet. This picture is how she wanted to remember her
best friend a pretty girl who liked to have fun the girl that had
taught her to dance. She didn't want to remember the broken and
shattered body that she held in her arms for who knows how long, she
didn't want to remember how she died. She wanted to remember Janet as
Janet truly was. It wasn't much longer after Windy and her mother had
been seated that the service began. The entire service was blur, and
then the moment that Windy had silently dreaded for a week finally
arrived. All she could hear was somebody saying that they would now
hear from Windy Hayes, Janet's best friend. Windy could barely find the
strength to get out of her chair. She was shaking so much that she
could barely walk straight. Her mind felt like so much jelly. It took
everything she had to keep from falling down, and breaking down.
Finally she made it to the podium. "Hi, for those of you who don't know
me I'm Windy Hayes. Me and Janet were best friends; in fact she was
more like my big sister than my friend. I loved her more than almost
anybody else in life. We had our share of good times. We also got into
our fair share of mischief." Windy began adding the last sentence
cautiously, which brought a small round of laughter. Windy took a deep
breath and then continued. "There was a trip to the States that me and
Janet took a couple of years ago for spring break. I'll always treasure
that trip for several reasons not the least of which is because Janet
taught me how to dance." Windy said with a slight giggle. The rest of
the people also laughed. "The first song I ever danced to was The Rose
by Bette Midler. There's a lyric in that song that says that 'And the
soul, afraid of dyin', That never learns to live' I know that Janet's
soul knew how to live.' Any of her friends would tell you the same
thing. I don't think that anybody could hope to find a better friend
than Janet. She was always there if somebody needed her. She was a
shoulder to cry on, an ear when you needed one, she was...she..." Windy
stopped as the tears started to fall down her cheeks. She grabbed a
tissue to dry her eyes. Her voice deeper now as she tried speak thru
her sobbing. "She was the most beautiful person that I've ever met both
inside and out." Windy finally finished her train of thought she took
another deep breath to try and collect herself. She fingered the
pendant that she wore around her neck the one that had Janet's initials
on it. "Janet got me this pendant I'm wearing on that same trip where
she taught me how to dance. I've been wearing it almost ever since.
This pendant is more than just some gift. It's a physical reminder of
the love that Janet felt not just for me but for all those that she
loved. Just like this heart shaped pendant is gold so was Janet's
heart. She's gone from our lives now but her love will always live on,
her memory will always be kept alive by those of us who loved her. That
is how I will always remember Janet. A fun beautiful girl with a
seamlessly unlimited amount of love in her heart. Somehow I think that
is way that Janet would want to be remembered." Windy said as she now
had a slight smile on her face. She wiped away a few more tears and
took a look around the group of people assembled. Her smile widened a
bit when she saw for the first time just how many came here to remember
Janet. Yes, most of it was family but several of her friends were here
too. "If Janet saw all of you here she'd probably say that she had no
idea that there were so many people that cared about her. She would
probably tell us that the best way that we can remember her is to live
our lives to the fullest, and not worry about the times we stumble and
fall as long as we get up afterwards. Just like she always tried to do.
In closing I'd like to say that we shouldn't focus on the fact that
Janet is gone but rather on the fact that we still have our own lives
to live. I'm not suggesting that we forget Janet but that we focus on
all the good times we had with Janet and continue our lives with the
knowledge of the fact that Janet loved everyone of us in this room with
all of her heart, and that is the most special gift any person can give
another. Janet was made a better person because of all us, and likewise
all of us were made a better a person because of Janet. I love you big
sister, I'll never forget you. You'll always hold a very special place
in my heart." Windy concluded her remarks and sat down. She broke down
in deep sobs when she did both her own mother and Janet's mother
hugged her.
That Night:
Despite the words that Windy had spoken she felt like there was no way
that her life could or should continue. She had two full bottles of
aspirin sitting on her nightstand. The thought to sallow all of the
aspirin tablets at once entered her mind. Surely that would kill her.
She grabbed one of the bottles and began to open it but before she
could she felt Loki claw at her hand she dropped the still closed
bottle. "Damnit Loki why did you do that?" Windy yelled at the cat.
"Because I'm not gonna let you kill yourself. You avenged Janet's
murder shouldn't that be enough?" Loki shot back. "I let her die I'm
just as guilty as Zephyr and Xombor, I have to die too. I must die to
atone for my failure." Windy said as fresh tears streamed down her
face. "No, you don't. You maybe one of the most powerful people in this
world Windy but you can't save everybody all the time. Nobody can."
Loki exclaimed hoping to talk some sense into Windy. "That's bull and
you know it. You just can't bring yourself to admit I'm a failure."
Windy shouted back. She again reached for the bottle that she had
dropped. "I'm sorry but I think you need to sleep on it." Loki replied
as his Uranus symbol glowed a soft white, then a beam of light shot
from his forehead to Windy's. Windy fell asleep almost immediately.
"This isn't an uphill struggle now it's going to be like trying go up
a mountainside." Loki said to himself. In Windy's sleep the dark clouds
had once again embraced the young woman and like the first time they
felt warm and inviting. 'See I proved that you defeat darkness with
darkness.' Windy thought to herself. A small part of Windy was now
shaking in terror she knew that this was the wrong path but she didn't
seem to care.
Five Years Later, Toronto Memorial Gardens:
Windy knelt down by the headstone of her best friend. "Janet I meant
what I said five years ago. You'll always have a very special place in
my heart. The greatest gift you ever gave me was your love and
friendship. I know I kinda lost my way for a while, I did some really
stupid things, but those trails and tragedies have made me so much
stronger than I ever hoped I could be. I owe most of that to you. I
just wanted to say how much I still love you, and how glad I was that
we had a chance to become friends. Oh and happy birthday big sister."
Windy said as she laid a half dozen red roses down on the headstone.
"I'll always love you no matter how many new friends I make. You'll
always be my best friend." Windy spoke as she rose to her feet, and
blew a kiss at the headstone. She took a look around and saw nobody.
"Good I guess I leave in grand style. Oberon Crystal Power. Makeup!"
Windy spoke as she transformed into Super Sailor Oberon, and then leapt
into the air on her way back home.
ONLY THE BEGINNING.
Wow, now that took longer than it should have. But most of that can be
blamed on two things. Writer's block, and Writer's blah. Yeah, I know
you other fan fic authors, and any other writers out there know what
I'm talking about. So, I'm finally finished with the first ever
adventure of Windy Hayes as Sailor Oberon. I have to admit I enjoyed
the ride even if the ending did turn out a little dark, but then again
it almost had to since I did mention in Part 4 of "Canadian Senshi:
Sailor Oberon" that Janet dies five years before that story took place.
I hope that you as the reader enjoyed reading my ball of yarn as much
as I enjoyed spinning it. So, tell me what did you think? Love it? Hate
it? Indifferent? Whatever you think I'm open to all opinions (yes that
includes flames and death threats *laughs*) Well, if I can I will
attempt to finish my other story "The Fourth Light" sometime soon.
Maybe with one less project to worry about I can finish that one up.
Well, if you have any comments (good or bad) send them to me at
BIGMOUTH90@EXCITE.COM My mail box is always open. Well, until next time
my fellow Moonies Peace Out. Invid HellCat